Through tears she gazed at the uneven, cracked streets that dissected the hill like a web. Life was so wonderful, so full of hope, but this horrible man lurked there like a spider waiting to close in and suck away her very essence. She hated Ivan, hated him with a passion. The image of his face at the airport, making that threat, made her cringe. He was so sure, so confident, so determined. He would give it everything he had to kill her. That she knew for sure, and the thought threatened to break her spirit.
She wanted to open up to Devon but was afraid. She had lied to him, and he told her he hated deception, so how could she now admit it? But she wanted to tell him, to share the pain, to feel his comforting hug. Jenny leaned against the wall and cried like a baby.
“Are you all right?” came Devon’s soft voice on the other side of the door.
“Yes,” she murmured, then almost immediately raised her voice. “No!”
“What’s wrong?” he asked with great concern.
“Miriam fell.”
“I know. Terry called me. He said she’s going to be all right and that I should pass it on. I thought you were asleep, Jenny.”
“I need a hug!” she suddenly blurted out.
“Do you want me to come in?”
“Yes.”
Devon slowly opened the door and quietly entered the room. How nice that felt! Ivan had stolen into her room and into her consciousness uninvited, but this man, Devon North, he was welcome, and always would be. He walked up to her and lightly touched the back of her hand with his strong, thick, callused fingers. Jenny turned and saw Devon looking down at her. He had an expression of compassion and he wore the blue sweater she saw in the truck that first night on the road, the same one she had put on for a short time when he wasn’t there.
“I heard you crying,” he whispered. “Are you all right?”
“Overwhelmed,” she said.
He gently pressed her cheek to his chest and she could hear his beating heart. She could feel his strength. She felt safe and secure in his embrace. Jenny cried harder and Devon didn’t ask her to stop, and didn’t ask her to explain. He didn’t wipe away her tears. He just stroked her hair and rubbed the back of her neck.
“You were right,” she suddenly said, pulling away from him and looking up with a shattered expression, her face stained with tears.
“It’s a man, isn’t it?” Devon said solemnly.
Jenny nodded.
“What’s his name?”
“Ivan.”
Devon looked extremely agitated. “Ivan who?”
“Ivan Wiley.”
“What did he do?”
“He threatened to kill me,” Jenny said, walking to the other side of the room. “He meant it, too.”
Devon’s eyes flashed and there was a vicious coldness Jenny had never seen before. “Over my dead body,” he said, his jaw set in concrete.
Jenny liked the way he said it, and though she would never allow him to risk his safety for her sake, she was impressed with his sincerity and his pure masculine resolve. He was big, strong, raw. He was wise in the ways of the world, and he loved her, he really loved her. He meant what he said.
“Did he ever hurt you?” Devon asked, his lower lip quivering with rage.
“He used to pinch me,” Jenny began, “but at first it was only playful. Then he started doing it if I did something he didn’t like.” She shrugged. “If I looked at another man who was attractive, Ivan would pinch me and have an awful look of disdain in his eyes. A week before I ran, he pinched me really hard on the breast when I wasn’t looking. It hurt a lot.”
“Why would he do a dumbass thing like that?”
“He said it was because I had shown part of my cleavage in front of his friends.”
“What an asshole,” Devon said. “I have my rifle down in the truck. Would it make you feel safer if I kept in the Captain’s Room?”
“Yes,” she said, trying not to sound pathetic. “I know him, Devon. I have looked into his eyes. Yes, it would make me feel safer if you bring the gun in.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Less than five minutes later Devon returned with a rifle case and a bag. He laid the case and bag on the floor in the middle of her room, then looked at her. “No one is going to hurt you.”
“Is that the gun?” Jenny asked. “The one you killed the bear with?”
“Yes.”
“It was Lawrence’s gun?” she said, amazed how the object took on such significance. “Can I see it?”
“I’ll take you to the range tomorrow and teach you to fire it,” Devon said, squatting down and opening the case. He took out a small, banged-up rifle. “She’s been around for a long time,” Devon said, holding it with a look of pride, “but she’s always true. Lawrence never missed big game with this rifle. Not once in his entire life. I swear he could shoot the balls off a mosquito.”
Though Jenny was extremely distraught, she laughed and Devon’s eyes gleamed.
“I only shot once, but I kept the record intact.” He held the gun up as if it was an icon. “She’s old, she’s been knocked around, but she is as true a friend as any soul will ever have.” Suddenly his expression grew very serious. “No one will hurt you, Jenny.”
“Can I hold it?”
Devon handed her the gun. It was surprisingly light and easy to manoeuver. Months ago, had someone suggested that she should learn to fire a high-powered rifle, she would have scoffed at the idea. Now she liked it and told him she wanted to go to the range. Devon took a box of twenty bullets out of the bag and showed her one.
“This is a magic combination,” he said, “because it can turn even a small woman into Hercules. I don’t care how big and strong a man is, how powerful he is, or even how mean he is, with this magic wand and these poison pills, you need fear no one. No man walks through this magic. It is the great equalizer. And you, my dear, are going to become proficient in this magic. We start tomorrow.”
“I’m excited,” she said, her eyes sparkling.
“Hold that thought,” he said, putting the gun and bullets next to the dresser about ten feet from the bed. Then he walked up to her and kissed her. “Let’s think about something pleasant.”
“Sex,” Jenny whispered.
“That qualifies,” Devon said with a short laugh.
She looked at him with animal heat. “It’s time, Devon. Time to play our parts. Time to free them. Jenny took a deep breath. “You are staying here tonight, aren’t you? You’re not leaving?”
“I’ll be right next to you in the Captain’s bed, Jenny. I will be here all night if you need me. Even if you wake up and feel afraid, call me and I will come to you. I promise.”
“I believe you.” She paused and looked hard at him. “If he knew what you and I did down at the island, he would kill you and cut me into pieces.”
Devon shook his head. “He might try to kill me, but he sure as hell isn’t going to harm a hair on your head.”
“It’s time for bed, Captain,” Jenny said, smiling sweetly. “That’s what Maria used to say before bed every night, wasn’t it? I read that, didn’t I?”
“Yes, she said it every night. And every night he told her he loved her. Then they would leave the door partially open and wash themselves at their basins.”
“Let’s do it, Captain.”
“There are two basins downstairs, Maria,” he replied, his heart thumping.
“Bring them. Warm water, not hot.”
“I’ll be right back.” Two minutes later Devon returned with a towel and face cloth over his left shoulder, a beautiful porcelain basin, decorated with a swan, and a bar of pink soap. Maria’s name was inscribed on the swan’s wing. “It’s hers,” Devon said, taking the basin into Jenny’s room and laying it on the bench. “She used this very one all those years.”
“Yes, that’s perfect.”
Devon closed the door between their rooms and went back downstairs. He returned a short time later with a basin in the shape of an oyste
r, the Captain’s name inscribed on the side.
“Looks like rain, Captain,” Jenny said from the other room, lighting candles.
“Yes, it does, Maria,” replied Devon. “It’s sprinkling now but soon it’s going to pour.” He closed his curtain. “I like the sound of the rain.”
“I like the sound of the rain, too.” She quietly opened the door, but just wide enough for Devon to see that part of her room where the basin stood. “I’m going to bathe before bed.”
“Me, too.”
Suddenly she was there, naked and beautiful, glimmering in candlelight like an angel of art. She was so pretty, so smooth. Soft. Round. Curved. But she had her back to him, her pretty ass, tight and firm, a flicker of light on her inner darkness. She turned and faced him, exposing her soft breasts and her light blonde patch of pussy hair. Devon admired her, his eyes vacant, a smile of pleasure lighting his face. He was standing with the face cloth in front of his groin and noticed Jenny looking down at it.
“Show me your cock, darling,” she said, her eyes glued to his tight abs and heavy, powerful legs.
Devon slowly pulled the face cloth aside and exposed his heavy, quivering cock pole.
Jenny stared at it and licked her lips with an almost frantic look on her face. “It’s so pretty,” she said, glancing into his eyes before lowering them again to his impressive staff. “How long has it been for you?”
“Too long,” he said, his cock starting to rise. Jenny could not take her eyes off the phenomenon of an erection in progress and watched his prick go from a hanging position to full attention in a matter of seconds. Devon was slightly shy, moving his legs and looking away, but he was incredibly pleased that she liked what she saw.
“It’s been much too long for me, too,” Jenny assured him. “It’s time.”
Devon felt his pleasure growing as Jenny spoke to him, but she kept her eyes on his big, horny cock. It looked like a spear, and he was obviously ready to slay her hunger with it. Jenny walked back to the basin, her perfect, round ass jiggling with each step. She washed her neck and the parts of her back she could reach, then her arms. Devon washed himself, too, but as Jenny was concentrating on the task at hand, he was concentrating on her, the vision of perfection bathed in mellow candlelight. She washed her legs, presenting a silhouette so irresistible that he could not understand it. Finally she turned, her bare breasts and succulent pussy facing him. Jenny rubbed soap on the face cloth and started washing her pussy. Devon stared with wide-eyed fascination and started stroking the soapy cloth up and down on his pulsating cockshaft. Jenny liked watching, that was for sure, but she suddenly turned around and bent over, washing her asstight anus right in front of him. Devon was delirious with passion and mindlessly stroked the cloth up and down on his dick.
Jenny dried herself and told him to do the same. Like a robot he followed orders, but if she had commanded him to lose the erection, he could not have done it, and it was so hard he thought it might fire off volleys of cream without even being touched. To that end, he dried his penis very little, leaving it damp and smelling of rose soap.
Jenny walked to the door. “Maria was a fascinating woman,” she began, “because she was sweet and conservative on the outside, but in this room she was a slut.”
Devon’s eyes flashed.
“Which one do you like, Devon? The sweet and conservative, or the slut?”
“I love them both.”
“This was her boudoir,” Jenny said with a laugh, “a place where she entertained mightily. Sort of a brothel of the mind.” She laughed again, her eyes hot and sexy. “We’re calling them out tonight, aren’t we, Devon.”
“Yes,” he said, his penis incredibly hard.
“You lie in bed naked, and I’ll lie in bed naked, and we’ll see if their spirits come. If they do, we’ll release them.”
“I want you so badly, Jenny, I don’t know if I can wait.”
Jenny unexpectedly knelt down in front of him. She had a pouting look, like a diva who knows she commands the stage. Without a word she slipped her long, slender fingers—just the tips of them—onto Devon’s hot, rigid cock. He groaned, moved slightly, and looked down with the expression of a man who has control over nothing. Jenny pulled the huge cock down so that it was pointing out straight from his body, the large, bulbous head only a short distance from her pretty face and her warm, perfect mouth.
“You will just have to wait,” she said in a scolding, frivolous voice. Suddenly she kissed the head of his cock, looking up at him. Devon felt lightheaded and could not believe how beautiful a woman could be. “Am I your lady?” she asked, kissing his cock and rubbing her tongue just below the head.
“Yes,” he stammered, his voice almost high-pitched. “You are the lady of the north country.”
“Um, I like that,” she said, then leaned back and smiled, her fingers still holding his petrified column. “Lady of the north country.”
“Yes, my dear. You are my lady of the north country.”
“Um, I like that,” she said coquettishly. “Look into my eyes. I want to show you magic.”
He looked into her gorgeous eyes and they joined their hands together, intertwining their fingers. She licked her lips and opened her mouth wide. “Take me,” she said, staring at his cock. “Fuck my mouth just like the Captain wanted to fuck the mouth of Maria.”
“I love sexy talk,” Devon said, his eyes glazed with lust. He squatted down a little and twisted his hips, trying to join with her. She moved just the right way and his big, hot prick slid into her mouth. Instantly she moaned and started to bob. Devon was out of his mind with pleasure, both at the gorgeous sensations tingling in his pole, and at the sheer beauty of a pretty woman doing her thing. “There,” she suddenly said, pulling her mouth off his wet, pulsating cock.
Devon could hardly breathe and he unconsciously thrust his hips forward, begging her to make him feel good again. She disengaged their hands and stood up, her perfect body now even more delicious.
“You go lie in bed,” she said, “but don’t you pull that big beauty. Do you hear?”
“Yes,” he consented.
“I’ll lie in my bed. Your cock is hot and wet, my cunt is dripping, and the air smells like sex. If anything will bring them, this will.” She thought for a moment, then blurted it out. “I need it hot and dirty, Captain. I really do. I’ve been holding it in so long I just need to let it all hang out.”
“Me, too,” Devon told her. “I’m not afraid, Maria. Not a bit.”
“In her fantasies, Maria was a slut,” Jenny said. “It was her release. I need that same release, Devon. I need to feel sexy and wild.”
“In his fantasies, Maria was a slut, too,” Devon said with a low laugh. “He liked it, Jenny. I like it, too. You can be a slut with me. I need to be a beast, a man of lust. I need it.”
“Lay down,” she said, “and let’s see if they come.”
Devon nodded and lay down on the Captain’s bed, not pulling any blankets over his naked, excited body. Jenny lay on Maria’s bed, not pulling any blankets over her naked, excited body. She, like Devon, looked at the ceiling and the dancing light from the candles. It was warm inside, cozy, and the rain pouring down and slashing against the windows was soothing, relaxing, comforting.
“Whatever happens between us,” Devon said, loud enough for Jenny to hear, “I want you to know that I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Jenny said, a wave of warmth surging through her. “I feel like I’m free when I’m with you.”
Then silence, except for the rain and the wind and the branches tapping against the eaves and window. Jenny’s eyes got heavy and she started to drift away on a cloud of air. She felt weightless, as if she was floating in the sky, looking down at things below. She opened her eyes to see a form in her room. At first she thought it was Devon, but as the form moved forward, she saw that it was a woman with long black hair.
“Maria?” she asked.
“Yes,” said the beautiful wom
an with a French accent.
“Are you ready?”
“I am ready,” she said.
Jenny rose from the bed, not the least shy of her nudity, and walked to the door separating the two rooms. Inside she saw Devon, unclothed, lying on the bed. Suddenly she noticed a form in the corner and a man emerged from the darkness. He was tall, able, handsome, had a beard, and seemed singular of person.
“Captain?” Jenny asked.
“Yes. I am come for my Maria. It is time.”
Devon awoke to the sound of the voices and saw that he and Jenny had guests. “Come into this room,” she told the men. The Captain walked in first, admiring Maria in her long, flannel gown. She stared at him in his knee-length robe as if he was food and her eyes were starving. Then Devon walked into the room and for some reason, neither he nor Jenny felt the least embarrassed or ashamed of their nude bodies. Maria smiled at Jenny and admired Devon. The Captain nodded to Devon and drunk in Jenny’s nakedness with undisguised pleasure.
For the next ten minutes Jenny and Devon floated away in a dream of surreal delight as they watched the two lovers prepare for their fateful union. The Captain knelt down slightly and put his huge, thick cock head against Maria’s dewy, virgin pussy. They looked into each other’s eyes and then the Captain slowly, steadily, and relentlessly shoved his big cock into her ravenous cunt.
“Oh!” Maria moaned, moving her hips so that the big cock staff would slide in more easily. She grabbed his ass and thrust forward until they locked, balls deep. “Fuck me, my love!” she called out, wildly thrashing her body and moving her hips.
He started to grunt and pump her, their bodies slapping together. Devon and Jenny watched with intrigue, but then Jenny took Devon by the hand and led him into the Captain’s room, closing the door behind them.
“They need their privacy now,” she said, her eyes glinting. “And so do we.”
He lifted her and carried her to the bed. Soon he was on top of her, rubbing himself over her silky-smooth waist and feeling her tits. Jenny moaned and squirmed, sucking his cock every time it came anywhere near her mouth. Her face was covered in a damp heat, like a dew, and her hair looked moist. In the other room they could hear bodies slapping, moans, dirty talk, squeaking springs. Jenny smiled at Devon, her beautiful face lit up.
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