“Keep going,” Jimmy gasped.
Fighting the urge to be sick, Samantha continued to move her hand back and forth, the thick liquid oozing between her fingers and him.
More dripped out and eased itself to the floor.
Jimmy pulled away with a gasp, his hand grabbing himself and squeezing the last of his seed out.
Samantha held her hand out before her, semen clinging to it. The hand felt contaminated. She wanted to clean it off.
Jimmy saw this and suddenly said, “Lick it all off.”
“What?” she asked.
“Lick it off your hand. I want to see you put it in your mouth and swallow it.”
“No, I can’t.” Her stomach turned over just thinking about it, nausea building.
“If you don’t I’ll hang you for twenty minutes.”
Her hands still had numb spots from the last time and she knew she didn’t want to do that again. But she also didn’t want to put that disgusting stuff in her mouth. No. She couldn’t do it. Just the thought was going to make her sick.
“One, two, three—” he began, his own hand wiping the residue from himself onto his bare leg.
Samantha took a deep breath and brought the hand to her face. Hesitation gripped her. Her eyes looked up at Jimmy. He was staring down at her, his face hard, his eyes mean.
She stuck out her tongue and touched it to one of the globs on her finger. The taste was unlike anything she had ever had inside her mouth before, and it disgusted her. It seemed salty and — she didn’t know what flavor it was.
“Do it,” Jimmy ordered, his impatience growing.
Samantha ran her tongue against her finger and scooped up a gooey strand. This time the taste was ten times worse than the small sample she had taken and caused her to gag. The urge to vomit almost got the better of her, yet somehow she forced it back down. She then took another lick from her hand, this one nearly falling off her tongue as the weight of the glob shifted, and quickly swallowed it. No gag followed and she took another quick lick and then another and another until her hand was cleaned off.
Once finished the sickness hit again. Like before, she managed to fight it off. She wondered if it was a fight worth winning. Did she really want that stuff swimming inside of her?
“I’m going to reward you tonight,” Jimmy said while handing her panties back. Satisfaction and excitement filled his words. “You’re not going to stand all night.”
“Really?” she asked while pulling the panties on. Relief at having that area covered nearly overwhelmed her.
“Yes,” he said. “Stand up and put your hands behind your back.”
She obeyed.
Jimmy began wrapping the rope around them and then pulled the knot tight. “Walk over to the pipe.”
She did.
“Sit with your back to it.”
She sat and he tied the rope around the pipe. This gave her about a foot or two of movement in her arms and also made it so she could move to the side and lean against the wall. Her mind was so warped by this that she actually said, “Thank you,” and hoped the night would never end. She just wanted to sit there forever. It felt so good.
“Do you know a girl in your class named Samantha King?” Rebecca asked Tina that night at dinner, one which had started out pretty quiet thanks to the bitterness from the night before.
“Maybe,” Tina said. The name sounded familiar but she couldn’t put it to a face.
“Well I was talking to Martha today and she said a girl named Samantha King was kidnapped while walking home from school yesterday.” Her mother spoke slowly, the way people did when something terrible had happened and they wanted to show concern, yet didn’t really feel it.
Now Tina knew exactly who her mother was talking about. Her disappearance had been an impromptu topic in a few of her classes today. Some had even gone so far as to speculate on her being kidnapped, but most thought it unlikely?
“Everyone I talked to says she ran away,” Tina said.
Rebecca shook her head. “Martha says the girl was an honor student and was planning on going to college in the fall. Girls like that don’t just run away.”
“Maybe you’re right? After all, you’re the expert when it comes to running away.”
Her mother slammed her palm on the table after that causing the dishes to jump, and said, “You know, I’ve just about had enough of your attitude and guilt-trip attacks. You think you know everything that happened between your father and me, but you don’t.”
“Maybe if you had picked up the phone once in a while, you could have filled me in,” Tina said.
“Maybe if you had picked up the phone yourself, I would have known you were interested,” Rebecca said back.
“Yeah, blame the kid,” Tina said. “That always looks really good. While you’re at it, why don’t you just go ahead and tell me that you left because of me too. Tell me everything was fine until I showed up.”
“You were the reason I left, but not in the way you think,” Rebecca said.
“So it was my fault,” Tina said, unwanted tears starting to fall. “Good, I’m glad we cleared that up, though now I guess I have to accept the fact that my father was a liar because he always said it had nothing to do with me.” With that Tina left the table and headed for the backyard.
“Tina, stop,” Rebecca called from the table.
Tina ignored her and stepped out into the backyard.
A few seconds later, her mother was at the back door and called out to her. “Tina, I’m sorry, that didn’t come out right.”
Tina tried to ignore her but could only walk so far before she hit the fence of the neighbor’s yard.
“Tina, at least come back and finish your dinner!”
Tina didn’t respond, her mind wishing she had grabbed her purse on the way out so she could drive into town. Now she didn’t want to walk back into the house to get them, not with her mother trying to be all sentimental. No. Instead she would rather have her mother stop pretending like she cared and leave her alone, almost as if the two were roommates that hated each other rather than mother and daughter.
Now how are you going to get the dress?
Earlier that afternoon before Rebecca had come home from work Tina had gone into town and looked at some of the prom dresses that were on sale, several of which she liked. Her favorite had been a beautiful burgundy gown that had fit her nicely when she tried it on, her body “displayed like a delicate flower” according to the salesman. Unfortunately the price had been too high for her savings account which had dwindled considerably since her move to Ashland Creek that winter, the local businesses barely able to provide part-time work for adults, let alone teenagers. Had Tina been a year older this wouldn’t have been a problem because once she turned eighteen she could access the money left to her by her father, which had been an eye bulging sum — apparently her father had made some really smart investments during the stock market bottom in early 2009. Now though it seemed her only option was to ask Rebecca for some money, which she had been planning on doing at dinner.
Guess again, her mind taunted. And then, Just face it, you’re not getting that dress.
Her fingers gripped the fence rail while thinking this, her knuckles turning white.
Jimmy had never planned on letting Samantha sit on the ground all night, but after seeing the embarrassment on her face about the bathroom bucket, and then actually feeling bad for forcing her to eat his semen even though it was a huge turn-on, a soft spot had gotten the better of him and he couldn’t help himself.
Ideally he would have used handcuffs or some form of locking shackles to attach her to the pipe, but he didn’t have either. Thankfully he was confident that his rope work was solid. He also was pretty sure that her exhaustion from standing up for an entire day coupled with the mental exhaustion of being in a state of constant fear would make it so she pretty much fell asleep right away. The blanket he had wrapped around her added strength to his theory, though he was sure it would fall off once she started moving around.