Alex had abruptly drawn into herself at the sight of the girls stealing from beneath Ashwin’s blanket. And now she watched Darlene and Betts with horrified fascination. Alex knew she would be the next to suffer under the hands of Ashwin Franks. Unwillingly she would feed his lust, feel the force of his fists and the painful wrench as his appendages were squeezed into her tender, private places. She would have to give it all over to him: Her mouth, her vagina, her rectum. God! What would she ever say to Rob? What could she say? Her marriage was over.
Irene gathered the girls around her after the morning swim. It had been a chilly night and none of them needed encouragement. They found thin poles left from the construction of the Pigpen and while Irene paced out the perimeter of the new lean-to, some of the others gathered pine-boughs. The frame work was completed by midday, bound together with wire. The structure was fifteen-feet long and would be a cozy fit for the remaining girls; being only waist high at the front and sloping toward the back. The smaller the space, the easier to heat, Irene reasoned and with the combined body heat under their accumulated blankets, the structure should prove adequate.
Ashwin Franks watched the women’s lean-to take shape. He shifted uneasily in his chair. He was finishing off the last of the burgundy he’d enjoyed with last night’s dinner and now sat watching Alex and Tracy, side-by-side, resting at the opposite end of the compound.
There was something about those two, he decided, turning it over in his mind. They were close, not lesbian close, he thought, but even so, there was a lot of touching, whispering, and dewy eyelashes.
He once again felt an ache low down while he contemplated Alex in her skimpy French swimsuit. What was it about Alex that he found so compelling? She was an attractive middle-aged woman, to be sure, but with all this young stuff around, why Alex? And he’d already fucked her once. In reality, he’d had a turn with all of Irene’s flight-crew; had tasted each squirming body. But he had returned to where Alex lay naked on the ground with her knees up; had finished off with her. So why did he crave a repeat performance?
Okay, he had to admit, she had the body for it. She was tall in the angular way that men found attractive. But, he noticed, she had none of the frailty that often came with tallness. Alex looked healthy, fit, a quality that was heightened by her clear skin and eyes. He found that he was staring, struck by the intelligence reflected in those eyes; the look of a cool, self-sufficient woman who commanded respect and got it. Why had he come back to her? Then it struck him: Because quite simply, he needed to break her.
He felt that violent need. To reduce the cold facade to a whimpering, gutless plaything. And he would start by working on someone close to her, by humiliating Tracy.
His penis shifted. Tracy was tall, almost as tall as Alex, but that’s where the similarities ended. Tracy, who was maybe eighteen or nineteen, possessed the lush mature body of a girl several years older. Her long wheat-colored hair hung almost to her waist and her breasts and ass were ripe and full.
Her ass! Ashwin discovered he had been turning the empty wine bottle ’round and ’round in sweaty hands and he studied it now with newfound interest. Abruptly he bounded up from his seat and slung the bottle at the rocks. It smashed with a bright resounding clatter. Heads came up. Around the compound girls straightened to look; their attention galvanized by the violent sound of aggression.
With a haughty gurgle, Ashwin bent down to poke at the shards of glass. He sorted out the bottle’s neck and straightening, he rolled it in the palm of a hand and smiled to himself. In size and shape it resembled a butt-plug, except for a single delicate feature: One end was ragged razor sharp. Tracy was in for a few very uncomfortable days.
“Grab the girl,” Ashwin indicated to his men. “Haul her over here. Now.”
When Tracy realized they were coming for her, she bounded to her feet and madly looked for an escape. She twisted to her right, to dash into the woods, but the men were onto her before she made two strides.
Alex was on her feet. “Leave her alone,” she cried but one of the men clipped her collar bone with a billy-club and Alex had to swing away or get hit again.
Tracy struggled, using fists and feet, but she couldn’t compete with the combined strength of three men who all outweighed her. They dragged Tracy, screaming and kicking across the compound to where Ashwin stood waiting, bobbling the neck of the wine bottle in his hand.
“My, what a fuss you’re making,” Ashwin sneered. “We’re just having a little fun.”
Tracy was held upright between two men. “Keep the fuck away from me,” she shot back, hatred flaring in her eyes.”
Ashwin was sickeningly sweet. “Nonsense girl. You know, Tracy, of all the flight-attendants, I think you’ve got the nicest ass. How about it?”
Tracy was overcome with dread. Her eyes had landed on the glass shard that Ashwin rolled back and forth on the open palm of his hand. She saw the razor edges and realization descended on her brain like an anvil. “No. You can’t.” She renewed her struggle, lashing out at the men with flailing feet. But the men only laughed.
Ashwin mounted the neck of the bottle on the end of a stick. “Turn her.”
Tracy was spun around and bent over with a hand on the scruff of her neck. “No. Oh no.”
Ashwin stepped closer. “My, this is nice.” And her ran a hand up the back of Tracy’s bare leg and tempted a hard buttock. He got down on his knees behind the girl and with two hands, see-sawed the bikini bottoms back and down, exposing the two pale half-moons that defined an enclosed dark crevice. Ashwin tore the downed bikini bottoms from her legs, forced her ankles apart and relished the sight of the gap opening above trembling thigh muscles. The men forced her head lower. Tracy’s anus was presented to Ashwin’s eyes, a glorious brown mouse-hole, twitching becomingly for his mouth.
Tracy felt his hand, widening the crack and whimpered at the wet swipe of his tongue. “Please don’t do this to me,” she tried but was rewarded with the violent thrust of his finger into the nether regions of her bowels.
Then her darkest fear. The touch of cold glass.
He tempted her anus, cautiously, inserting the smooth lip of the bottle and working it. But he was toying with her. Suddenly, with a shout of triumph, he used the stick to ram the neck of the bottle home. It went in deep and lodged in her rectum.
Tracy felt the cut of the glass and she jerked as if she’d taken a jab to the stomach. Her wail of anguish was curdling, unmitigated, poisonous. Her anus had been shredded, the blood beading up around the anus and trickling down her thigh as he pushed the shard of glass deeper in. Her eyes went frantic.
Tracy’s face was drawn and pale, her mouth twisted in pain. “Oh God, stop. Please stop.”
Ashwin finally ripped the stick free leaving the glass behind. “Stand her up.”
The shard bit and cut. Tracy winced as she was drawn up on her toes to face Ashwin.
He reached down and smugly patted her on the bottom. “You’ll wear that inside for the next few days,” he instructed. “Understand?”
Tracy dutifully nodded her head.
“If you shit it out,” Ashwin continued, “you will lick it clean and bring it to me and I will drive it back in.”
Tracy bit her lip but nodded silently.
Ashwin leveled his eyes on hers. “Okay. Go back to your slut girlfriend. I’m sure she is just dying to lick your ass clean. Tell her there’s no need to thank me, just yet. I’ll accept her gratitude later. Now, pick up your pants and git the fuck away.”
The men released Tracy and she carefully limped back to where Alex stood, restlessly foot-shifting on leaden limbs. She helped Tracy down, rolled her on her tummy and covered the girl’s nudity with a blanket. For once, Alex felt dislocated and with pleading in her eyes, was relieved to see that Sissy was already moving across the compound with Doctor Dixon’s bag clasped in a hand.
“How bad is it?” Sissy asked, extracting a tube of antibiotic cream from the medical kit.
“Some deep cuts and she’s bleeding.”
Sissy slipped to her knees. “Okay. We clean her up first. Run for a bucket of water and a couple of clean towels.”
Relieved and encouraged by doing something positive, Alex took-off in the direction of the river.
“Tracy?” Sissy summoned the injured girl. “I know it hurts but I’m just going to take a look. I’ll be gentle.”
Tracy whimpered but nodded her head.
Sissy pushed the blanket aside and saw that Tracy’s buttocks and thighs were smudged with sticky blood. Tracy stiffened when she felt Sissy’s hands either side and sucked-in as she was opened. There were three deep gashes in the walls of the anus, all oozing, and Sissy knew those cuts would extend up into the rectum where the glass was lodged. One of the cuts was hanging open and Sissy contemplated a stitch or two but abandoned the idea in favor of a butterfly bandage.
“Jesus!” Alex had returned with the water and was mortified by the sight of Tracy’s ravaged bottom.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Sissy reassured Alex. “Help me wash her.”
The two women, kneeling either side, began administrating the water and towels. It was an exacting task with Alex holding Tracy’s buttocks apart while Sissy washed and wiped. The bleeding slowed and Sissy could better see the extent of the damage. She hoped the antibiotic cream would stem any infection.
Sissy held the tube up for Alex. “Would you rather do it?”
Sissy’s intent was clear and the question grounded Alex. Sissy was questioning the relationship Alex shared with Tracy. Everyone knew that she and Tracy were close and Alex now realized that the question must have come up from time to time. There must have been some speculation: Did her relationship with Tracy extend beyond emotional bonds? The other girls must have wondered if she and Tracy also shared a physical relationship.
“It’s not like that,” Alex stumbled the words out. Then regretted it. She felt she was betraying her friend. No, there had never been anything physical between them, but that wasn’t to say that it couldn’t happen. Alex fumbled with her feelings. Given the right circumstances, she knew in her heart she could easily slip into Tracy’s bed and to deny those feelings existed was like denying herself a breath.
“Okay. Hold her hand,” Sissy instructed. And she squeezed a liberal amount of the cream along the length of her finger.
Sissy turned her attention back to Tracy. “This is going to sting. I have to work the antibiotic up inside but I’ll be as quick as I can. Ready?”
Tracy nodded dully and took up Alex’s hand in both of hers. She bit down as Sissy opened up her bum with the fingers of her left hand. Sissy swiped the girl’s anus, swirling the cream into the cuts, then, with another warning, slipped her index finger all the way inside.
Tracy jolted, convulsing violently as the pain rolled up her spine.
Sissy felt the ragged edges of the bottle and knew she should remove it. But Tracy would probably pass out during the procedure and what would be the point? Ashwin would only make her reinsert the glass. Sissy worked the cream around the sharp edges and into the walls of the lacerated rectum, then quickly withdrew. “I’m done now,” she reassured Tracy. “It’s over. You can rest.”
Alex cradled Tracy’s head and wiped up the sweat that had beaded across the girl’s shoulder blades.
“I never want to go through that again,” Tracy sobbed. “Never again. Please don’t ever make me.”