What would they do now? Marcy thought. Would they order her to stand on the table and take her clothes off? Would she do it? Would she lower herself to obey Jason?
She didn't get a chance to find out. Jason strode across the room to the table, and smiled up at Terry. The girl waited, totally submissive, for any further instructions from Jason, as he ran his hand up between her legs.
"You see, Marcy? Terry will do what I ask her to do, as everyone here must do if we are to achieve independence from the outside. Terry wouldn't want to spread her cunt all over the world. But here, inside the family, she will… if I tell her to."
His hand had moved upward until it was buried in the fur covering Terry's pussy. She bent a little at the knees and spread her legs even farther to accommodate his caresses.
Jason rolled his head back to Marcy to make sure she was watching as he parted the lips of Terry's cunt and roughly drove two fingers up into her vaginal passage. "She loves me doing this to her. It doesn't matter if it's in front of everyone. She loves it because I'm doing it. Don't you, Terry?"
"I love it," Terry replied.
"Would you let me stick my cock up your ass, Terry. Right here… right now?"
"Yes, Jason," she said.
"Would you eat all the girls here and suck all the guys if I told you to, Terry?"
"Yes, Jason… I'd do anything you told me to do," Terry moaned, lowering her cunt further as if she would like to swallow his whole hand in its moist interior.
"You'd even fuck the beast if I told you to… wouldn't you, Terry?"
"Yes, Jason… I would fuck the beast," Terry said.
The next few minutes were lost by Marcy in a haze of unbelievability.
Terry opened her eyes. She started to object, but it was too late. He had drawn her knees up and forced her to straddle his hips. She was unable to resist the strength in his brawny arms. He drew her hips up high and then brought her down, hard, skewering her cunt with his massive, throbbing pole.
"Move your ass up and down!" he ordered.
Marcy was terrified and enthralled all at the same time. Then the wild scene was brushed from her eyes and she saw the tenor of the moment as the other men started to climb up on the table. One boy grabbed Terry's head and thrust the full length of his cock down her throat. The rest of them stood over her, fisting their cocks frantically. One boy came, his cream spurting out of his cock to land in huge, white gobs on Terry's breast.
It was too much for Marcy. She bolted from the room in disgust. No one tried to stop her as she ran headlong over the lawn and up the stairs to her room. She ripped the dreaded clothing of the order from her body and threw it across the room.
Just as she had finished getting back into her own clothes, Beth entered.
"Are you going to try and stop me?" Marcy said, curling her fingers at her sides like talons.
"From leaving?"
"Yes."
"Of course not. If you're foolish enough to go… you're free to go," she replied. "But where will you go? You've already told me what you did before leaving home."
"So what?" Marcy said defiantly.
"You're just like all the rest of us, Marcy. You've made your choice and you've burned your bridges behind you. There's no place for you to go… give up… stay! Believe me, you'll grow to love it here."
"No thanks," Marcy said, and headed for the door, her shoulders hunched in determination.
"But where will you go?"
"I don't know, but anywhere is better than here."
"Why… why, Marcy, why?"
"Beth…" Marcy said, turning and fixing the other girl with her eyes. "Get down on your knees."
"What?"
"Get down on your knees!"
"What for?" Beth said.
"Get down on your fucking knees!"
Marcy screamed, her voice like thunder in the room.
Beth crumpled to the floor on her knees, as if the other girl had struck her.
"There," Marcy said. "That's why."
The trip into Los Angeles was torture. She hitchhiked and it took three rides, all of them hell. After the episode of watching Terry, Marcy didn't feel like sex of any kind.
The first ride was with an elderly man who looked totally safe. They had only gone a few miles when he pulled off the main highway and sped down a lonely lane. At last, with total blackness and trees all around them, he rocked to a halt and turned to her the seat.
"Okay, little darlin'," he said, drool running from the corners of his mouth. "What you gonna give Daddy for this here ride?"
"What's Daddy want?" she said. "Some of your sweet pussy, honey."
"I can't… I'm sick," Marcy replied. "Then gimme a blow job!"
"I don't blow."
"Then get the fuck out!"
It took her a half-hour to find the highway again, and another half-hour to get a ride. This time it was with two young girls. They seemed nice enough, and said they were going all the way to L.A.
Marcy was in the back seat and almost asleep when a strange odor began to permeate the car. She came awake with a start when she realized it was pot.
"You want a pull?" said the girl driving, holding the brown cigarette over her shoulder.
"No thanks," Marcy said. "Do you think you really should smoke while you're driving?"
"Jesus, we got us a square."
"Yeah… get stoned, honey. It's the only way to live."
Marcy bit her lip and tried to settle back into the seat. It was impossible. The car was hurtling at over a hundred miles an hour down the highway and only now and then finding its own lane.
"It's a way to die, too," Marcy said, unable to sit still any more. "Let me out."
"Take it easy, honey," said the driver. "If we wreck this, I'll just get another one."
Marcy leaned over the front seat, turned the engine off, and pulled the keys from the ignition. She then rolled the window down and held the keys outside the car.
"Pull over or I'll drop 'em," she said.
The girl grumbled, but pulled over to the side of the road. Marcy got out, flipped the keys bock to her, and walked away.
The next car contained a couple. They had been to Las Vegas, and they had won. "We been celebratin', honey, but don't worry, I haven't had that many."
They were the Wills, Erica and Don. He was about fifty and she was somewhere in her early forties. They seemed very nice and chattered any about everything that popped into their minds. They even noticed that Marcy was chilly and told her to wrap up in the coats they had thrown into the back seat.
By the time they reached the city, Marcy had snuggled down into the seat. She was warm, comfortable, and didn't want the trip to end.
"Say," Don called over his shoulder, "our daughter is spending the night at a friend's. She won't be back until morning… why don't you just come on home with us. You can sleep in her room tonight."
If there was anything Marcy wanted more than anything else in the world at that moment, it was warm, comfortable bed and a good night's sleep.
"I'd love to," she replied, and closed her eyes again.
She didn't see the smirking, knowing look that passed between the couple in the front seat.
Erica took her light up to their daughter's room, turned down the bed, and laid out a nightdress for her.
"Thank you so much," Marcy said.
"That's all right, honey," the woman replied. "The bathroom's right in there." She put her arms around Marcy, squeezed her tenderly, and left.
Marcy submerged herself in a hot bath and used every lotion, powder and perfume she found on the shelf.
She then climbed into the garment and practically fell into the bed. Her head barely touched the pillow before she was sound asleep.
She was awakened by something wet rubbing against her lips and her hair was being pulled. She opened her eyes to see Don on his knees beside her head. He had one hand wrapped in her hair and he was running the seeping head of his cock over her face with the other.