"I love you, Rusty."
He smiled at her and kissed her. She felt herself melting.
"Hey," Rusty said, "you awake?" He was scratching her back, kneading his strong fingers into her muscles.
Lisa opened her eyes. Her nose was buried in Rusty's armpit. She inhaled his scent, then looked up at him. "I am now," she said. "I must have dozed off."
Rusty flexed his cock. It was still inside her, and still hard as a rock. "Maybe we better get moving," he said. "We been laying here about half hour."
Lisa squeezed him. "Why don't we just sleep awhile? I'm all worn out from the climb. And you feel so good."
"You feel good too," he said. "But I'd just as soon get as far away from Sutton as I can. Another hour and a half and that fucking dance will be over. Shit, if they find out we're missing then, that jerk off coach will call up the Brigade right off and they're quick and smart as Indians."
"What's the Brigade?" Lisa asked, snuggling up to him closer and squeezing his cock with her cunt.
Rusty gasped. "Jesus, wasn't expecting that. I love your cunt." He licked her nose. "The Brigade's a bunch of junior high kids that Coach Long sends out to do his dirty work, like going after guys or chicks who run away. You wouldn't find Coach Long up here in these wet old woods. No sir! But these kids are trained and raring to go. When they get back with their prey they all get a piece of ass, but if they come back empty-handed, they all get a kick in the ass. So they never come back empty-handed, at least as long as I've been in Sutton."
"They will this time," Lisa said.
"I hope so," Rusty said. "They're mean bastards, and there's about a dozen of them. Shit, half of them are bigger than me."
"Not where it counts," Lisa said, contracting her cunt again. "Nobody's bigger than you where it counts."
Rusty laughed, responding with a flex of his cock. "Shit," he said, "but they know how to use what they've got. They get hold of us and there's no telling what they might do. You'd get your slave day all right, but you'd get it tonight. Christ, and God knows what they'd do to me." He shivered.
"Getting cold?"
"Hell, no thinking about the Brigade. Jimmy, my foster well, former foster brother's a part of it. Mean devil!"
Lisa laughed again. She couldn't help herself.
"And that's why I hate to think about the Brigade. I heard they're not particular about what they do to the people they catch. I hear that some of the guys they drag back to Sutton just ain't the same afterward. And the guys they drag back will never talk about it. Shit, let's get out of here."
"Five more minutes," Lisa said. "Five minutes won't matter." She couldn't bear the thought of climbing out of the toasty sleeping bag. The fire was mostly coals now, and the air was so cold and damp that she shivered just thinking about getting out into it naked.
"Oh, all right," Rusty said. "I suppose five more minutes won't matter any."
"Besides," Lisa said, "if they catch us we've got one of them on our side already."
"Who?"
"Your foster brother."
"Shit, he's on their side. He's on his side. Sutton's a mean town. You can't trust anybody in Sutton not anybody. I was even a fool to trust you. Sorry I have to say that, but it's true. I'm glad you're on my side, awful glad to find that out." He kissed her.
Lisa's stomach curdled. "Rusty," she said.
"You don't think that Candy would rat on us, do you?"
"What? What you talking about?" Rusty's face screwed up. He looked scared. He looked mean. He shook her. "Well, what?"
"I gave Candy a goodbye note just before we left the dance."
"You what?"
"But I told her not to open it until after the dance."
Rusty stared at her for what seemed like a minute, though she knew it was only a second. "I don't believe it," he said. He yanked his cock out of her cunt. "I'm getting out of here! Now!"
"You ain't going nowhere!" cried a voice out of the woods. "Not nowhere!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The clearing in the woods blazed orange like the walls of hell. The bonfire cursed and spit and cracked. The boys had piled pitchy logs on the fire, entire limbs of fallen, dried out trees. The roar of the fire became like the roar of a waterfall. The dead stillness of the night woods had come alive. Steam hissed in the air. Low-hanging boughs of nearby trees danced and waved in the waves of heat. The dozen or so young savages of the Sutton Brigade gleamed with sweat as they stuffed the enormous blaze with more fuel. As the clearing had warmed, the boys had stripped naked, and each boy strutted now with his stiff cock waving like a pistol-barrel.
Lisa herself was bathed in sweat, her naked body staked out on top of the sleeping bag she and Rusty had shared just minutes ago. The boys had bound her ankles and wrists with tough twine and had stretched her out long between two trees. She lay ten feet from the fire, but she could feel the heat frying her flesh like the heat waves off the sand of Death Valley. This would be the end of her, she thought. If the Brigade didn't fuck her to death, then they'd burn her and Rusty and themselves to death in a forest fire. Thank God for the rain earlier. Thank God for the musky dampness of the forest.
Lisa watched the wild boys with a strange fascination. This entire scene was so unreal that she thought she was watching a movie. Her heart throbbed in her chest. Her breathing was fast, her tits heaving. But she felt strangely unafraid. She felt excited, very excited, like Joan of Arc on her way to the stake. But she wasn't afraid. No, she was ready to be sacrificed, ready to be martyred. It was as if this was the moment she'd been waiting for all her life. She twisted between her ropes, not to break free but to rub her legs together. Her pussy throbbed, the warm juice oozing out. Take me, she wanted to yell. Take me now.
"Let her loose!" Rusty shouted. "I dragged her out here. I kidnapped her. She ain't done nothing. I dragged her out here to fuck just to fuck. We were just gonna sleep out, get away for the night. I needed a chick for the night. We were going back before morning. Damn it, listen to me!"
A lot of the boys laughed. Most of them didn't pay him any attention. One boy stared into the fire, pumping his cock. A short, mean-looking boy sauntered over to Rusty.
"Don't be funny, brother," the boy said. "Just shut up and start praying for yourself. You're gonna need praying for more than the chick." He walked away, a smirk on his little-boy face.
Rusty's eyes rolled. He winced with pain. He stood bound to a tree, ropes wound around his naked body from neck to ankles. His huge cock had softened, and it hung in the flickering orange light like a salami in a closed delicatessen. Sweat dripped from his nose, dripped from his cock. His body gleamed like oiled bronze. Lisa thought he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. She was more in love with him now than ever, and yet she loved to see him tied up like this. She couldn't help what she was feeling. Her loins tingled with excitement as she watched him writhe with pain.
The mean little boy sauntered over to Lisa. He slowly lifted his dirty foot and lowered it to her mouth. "Suck my toes," he said. "Goddamn it, eat 'em."
"You tell her, Jimmy," a boy said, walking toward them. "Hey, guys, look what the bitch is doing to Jimmy."
Lisa sucked Jimmy's dirty toes. She was surprised that they were hot. Leaf fragments and sand floated in her saliva, but she couldn't spit them out. Jimmy ground his big toe in and out of her mouth as if it was his cock, hardly letting her breathe.
"Taste good, bitch?" Jimmy said. "Like my hot toes?"
Lisa could only grunt. She was disgusted at what she was doing, nauseated, but at the same time she was hot. Her cunt contracted from the toe stimulation of her lips just as it did from cock stimulation. She sucked vigorously.
"Hey, let her suck my toes for awhile," a boy said, and Lisa found a fresh set of hot toes in her mouth. "Yeah, feels good," the new boy said. "Suck 'em, bitch."