But Sarah had little time to grasp for such wispy fragments of hope, for she quickly was spotted by Henry Hawkins. Dropping his work, he came to her side hurriedly, his face at first blank and expressionless, then smeared with that same wicked grin she remembered now so clearly from last night.
"Feelin' all right?" he asked when he was close enough to talk without being heard by the others.
"Yes," she answered simply, nodding her head.
"There's a little somethin' for you in the camper refrigerator, already mixed with Coke."
Sarah's eyes widened with fear, "No, I won't! You can't make me do that again! I won't take it!"
His face tightened into a scowl, and he spoke with deliberate slowness, choosing his words carefully. "You'll take it all right. You only have to remember last night – all of it – and you'll take it. You'll do it, Sarah, 'cause you're that kind of woman. I knew it when I first laid eyes on you. Now think! Think very carefully about last night… and then you do as you're told. You've got some work to do tonight, work that'll make you a lot of money. More than you've ever seen, probably. So remember, Sarah… and do as I tell you." And with that he walked away, leaving her as confused and as frightened as when she first woke up alone there in the camper. It was like a hellish nightmare… here she was practically surrounded by people, most of them probably decent people, people who would help her out of this Dante's Inferno of wantonness if she only asked… but it was as if she had been paralyzed somehow, crippled and unable to move, except to move back into the camper, to the refrigerator…
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Like before, Sarah didn't hear anyone enter. Only this time, it wasn't Henry Hawkins at all, but his hired boy, young Sammy. Sammy wasn't a day over sixteen, but Sarah could not have failed to notice the way he'd looked at her whenever they were together in the truck cab. She could almost feel the intensity of his eagerness, his brash adolescent desire for her, but she had merely shrugged it off. But that was before… and nothing was the same now.
She could only assume that she must have fallen unconscious this time, for she was flat on her back when he entered unannounced, he said with a message from Hawkins, but his eyes told her something else… and now, as last night, Sarah Olsen could not deny the wanton things her young pertly developed body craved. But more than that now, she didn't want to deny them… it wasn't just her body, but her soul that cried out now… and there could be no stopping, not now, not ever.
Sarah was lying on her back on the floor, cushioned from the hardwood by a thick, shag rug that tickled her naked flesh as she moved against it. Sammy was somewhere at her feet, only a hazy smear through her drug-blurred eyes, but kneeling between her opened legs. She watched and waited, half realizing what was happening, half wanting to stop it… but unable to control this inferno of passion the strong drugs had worked up inside her.
She tried to think rationally, to clear her head. But it was impossible – the harder she concentrated, the brighter the whirling colored flashes became. She felt a pair of strong young hands grab her soft pliant thighs just above her knees and push her legs back and up, until they doubled back against her chest, smashing her sensitive nipples beneath them.
Sammy dropped his head to her wetly throbbing pussy, first spreading the soft fluffy down of her sparse young pubic hair with his index fingers, and then flicking his tongue lizard like into the moist warmth, wiggling the tip deep between the excitedly pulsating cuntal folds. Sarah jerked her naked young buttocks down into the rug as an electrifying lightning bolt charged along her spine and raced through her body like a crackling wire had been touched to her loins. Her thighs were held firmly, preventing her from closing her legs and leaving her pink, voraciously hungry cunt unprotected and vulnerable to his touch, his to caress and to use. She managed to focus on his form and saw him wide-eyed and hungry, a teenage sex maniac crouching between her thighs as she gazed smoky-eyed down over the plane of her tautly rounded belly. She was helpless, powerless to stop this perverted ravishment of her femininity.
Sammy was smiling, delighted at the prospect of eating this blonde girl's succulent pussy; he had always wanted to do something like this, and with a girl older than he, it was perfect! He hungrily licked his lips in anticipation.
His eyes met hers and they locked there for an eternity, fathoming the deep, churning confusion and fear inside her mind; she was petrified with fright and the rising misgivings at what she was doing… but there was another feeling she couldn't deny even to herself. That now-familiar burning in the pit of her belly, that hot glow that was throbbing in her loins, that tingling hunger that was quivering in her widespread pussy. Sammy's lips parted the moist, pink vaginal flanges to expose the hardened bud of her little clitoris, an erect pink nipple that seemed to cry out for his touch. He eyed the little tip first, then, without warning, quickly buried his lips in the damply heated furrow, his long tongue worming its way deep in between her warmly clasping pussy walls.
Sarah jerked away again, punctuated this time with a straight-from-the-gut cry of animal desire as she fought to control the anguished pangs of drug-induced passion deep inside her.
"Don't… please don't," she managed, her voice not much above a whisper. She knew her plea was hollow, meaningless, merely an echo of what she thought was morally right, not what her body wanted and needed. Her eyes watched in eagerness as his young head bobbed up and down between her wide-spread thighs, his tongue hungrily probing her nakedly exposed vaginal tunnel and licking the sides hotly. He teased the quivering tip into every warm, wet crevice, into every little fleshy ridge of her pussy.
Sarah sensed it happening before she could really feel it… that certain sixth-sense warning that was triggered just before something explosive went off in her body. It was there all right… not fear, but hunger; a consuming, devouring voraciousness that seemed to emanate upward from her ravished loins. Her wildly trembling thighs felt as if someone were tickling her with a huge feather, her naked young body was aflame with torturing lust, every square inch quivering from a billion needle pricks of forbidden desire. She couldn't stay motionless; her legs and arms moved with minds of their own, and her pelvis ground wantonly up against the youngster's face as she threw her pussy-lips hungrily against his beautifully licking tongue.
She tried to hold it back at first, tried until her voluptuously straining body ached from the valiant effort. She tried to keep the raging lust from engulfing her. But it was useless… her hot, wildly excited pussy ached for a man's long hard cock, and there would be nothing else in her world until that need was answered.
"MMMMMMmmmmm… it's… it's nice, so nice…"
Her body surrendered back to the warm, glowing sensation, her voice now only a purring mewl as she squirmed harder against Sammy's wetly nibbling lips, pushing her cock-starved cunt up to meet his long probing tongue. She moaned loudly as he rolled the sensitive bud of her clitoris around with his tongue, swirling around the pink, throbbing knob until she begged him to stop. Wave after wave of insufferable desire coursed over her tautly rippling belly and her firm young breast jutted proudly, her nipples achingly hard and pulsing. Slowly at first, then with breath-taking speed, these assaulting, tides of animal desire smashed away her fears, her humiliation at losing her dignity like this, giving herself so vulgarly to this mere teenager. All she could feel, all she could think of, was his touch, his wet quivering tongue against her clitoris, his lips hungrily kissing and nibbling at the wet warm folds of sensitive flesh up between her wide-spread thighs.