Rustled (5 page)

And then it
was there, that tidal wave accompanied by the scream that ripped from my
throat. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. An eternity later, I lay stunned,
still filled with him, still vulnerable to his greedy stare. And then, he
slowly pulled out, to sharp jerks and gasps from me. He took off a condom,
then, and I dimly wondered when he had put it on. I had no memory of it. Had he
climaxed? Was this the end of this amazing night?

“Kitten, how
do you feel?”

“Shattered.
Energized. Uplifted. Amazing. How do you feel?”

“I feel good
that you are so satisfied.” A lazy smile lit his face.

“No worries on
that score. Did I satisfy you?” Unaccountably shy with this man who now knew me
inside and out, but anxious to have pleased him, I hoped it had been as good
for him as for me.

“I am feeling
very pleased. But, I didn’t come.” Russ’s eyes glittered as he said these
words, matter-of-factly, not meaning to shock me, but it did.

“Russ! Why
not?” It was devastating, and my eyes filled with tears.

“My Kitten, I
want your pretty mouth. Have you ever satisfied a man that way?” He was
stroking my hair, giving me soft kisses along my jaw line.

“Oh.
Oh
.
Well, I’ve had it in my mouth, you know, sucked some.” Why was it so hard to
say the words? “But never all the way. Do you mean all the way?” The thought
frightened me, more than a little. His cock was enormous. Could I take it all?
Did I even want to? Yes, I did, god help me. I wanted every sensation this man
could give me, and damn the consequences.

“Yes, sweet. I
mean I would like you to suck me until I come. Suck me off. Would you do that
for me?” Dreamily, I heard the words,
suck me off
, the delicious
naughtiness of them landing deep in my belly somewhere, and I answered with
perfect honesty.

“Russ, all I
can do is try. I would love to try. Your cock is beautiful.”

His gentle chuckle
warmed me, as much as his big hands, which were stroking me like a cat again.
“Here, put the quilt around you, I don’t want you to get cold.”

He put the
quilt around me and then lay down, spreading his legs wide. His beautiful cock
stood proudly, bobbing a little, a deeply erotic, glorious sight that I didn’t
think I could get enough of. The head was dripping with pre-cum that had run
down in rivulets when he turned over. Suddenly, all I could think of was
tasting that. Russ read my mind, or my face, again, and said with a rough edge
to his voice, “You can taste it if you want. It will taste a little salty.”

I was drunk
with the idea of tasting him, licking that clear juice from him and taking him
into my mouth, where I would play him with my tongue. With a groan of pleasure,
I knelt and leaned over him, bracing myself on either side with a
quilt-enfolded arm. My first taste of a real man was like manna, and the scent
spoke to something primal inside me. A deep wave of pleasure radiated from my
belly outward, making my nipples tingle and my core pulsate.

I knew in that
moment that this was going to be my nirvana, the sex act that gave me the most
pleasure of all, a gift only I could provide to a man of my choice. Closing my
eyes in ecstasy, I wrapped my tongue and lips around the enormous head and slid
downward, moaning all the way.

Russ’s hands
came up to clamp my head tightly as I reached the furthest point I could
without gagging. I was only about halfway down the shaft, and my head was
immobilized. Didn’t he want me to go further?

“Fuck, Kitten,
that feels amazing. Are you moaning for your pleasure, or mine?” I couldn’t
answer, my mouth was full to overflowing with his meat, but if he liked the
moaning, I would give him more. Pushing a little volume, I moaned again deep in
my throat, and tried to put all the pleasure I was feeling into it.

Finally, Russ
let go of my head, and I could try for a little more depth, but I gagged and
had to come up. To make sure he knew I wasn’t gagging because I didn’t like
what I was doing, I sucked until my cheeks were hollow, and twisted my head a
bit as I came up. Russ’s hands were there again, and he pulled me all the way
off him, in spite of my mewl of protest.

“Kitten, you
love that, don’t you?”

All I could do
was nod, too overcome with delirium to speak.

“Would you
like me to teach you how to please me the best that way?”

“Oh, god, yes,
Russ. Teach me everything.”

“That’s my
girl,” he said again.

“Do you have a
strong gag reflex?” Russ’s voice was soft and seductive, even while asking me
what sounded like a clinical question. I nodded.

“Then, it will
take some practice to take me all the way.” He was matter-of-fact about his
size, but it wasn’t bragging. I thought back to all the dicks I had ever seen,
a total of maybe three or four, and they were much smaller.

“Russ, you’re
really big, aren’t you? I mean, I haven’t had a lot of experience, but…”

“Shh, Kitten.
It doesn’t matter. You can please me without taking it all the way in, until I
teach you how. Give me your hand.”

Obediently, I
stretched my hand to his, and he guided it to his balls. “These are very
sensitive. If you run your fingernails lightly over them as you suck my dick,
it will make them contract. Light squeezes are good, too.” He let go of my hand
to allow me to explore for a moment, and I watched, fascinated, as his cock
jumped when I lightly scratched his balls.

I wondered if
it would have the same effect if I licked them. Taking my hand again, he moved
it under his testicles and pressed the pads of my fingers into the bit of flesh
between the root of his scrotum and his anus. As if in answer to my unspoken
thought, he said, “This feels good, too. If you feel like licking here, or
around my balls, I’ll like it very much.”

I felt as if I
were in school, maybe in an anatomy class, but I wanted to get to the main
event. The sensation of his large shaft filling my mouth was deeply erotic. Who
knew? If I had known, there might have been quite a few RALDS boys corrupted in
the past three years.

“Look closely,
sweet.” Running his fingertip around the ridge of flesh just below the head,
Russ said, “This is the corona. Lick it with the tip of your tongue before you
take the head into your mouth. Try it.” Desire flared again as I took in the
erotic sight of his rough fingers touching himself.  Maybe this was why he
wanted to see me touch myself. My nipples, which had relaxed, grew erect again,
begging for that touch.

Eagerly, I
gathered saliva onto the end of my tongue and ran it around the corona. His penis,
which had relaxed a little during the lesson, surged to full engorgement again.
“Now take the head into your mouth.”

I shifted so
that I could support myself on one arm and use my fingers on his balls as he
had taught me, then licked my lips and pressed them down, allowing the head of
his cock to pop into my mouth with my lips firm around him. Despite the feeling
that it was a lesson, I was deeply aroused by the knowledge that I was doing
exactly as he wished. I waited for my next instruction, but moved my tongue
inside my mouth to cover his flesh with moisture. I dipped just the tip into
the small slit at the top, tasting the pre-cum again.

His voice was
rougher now, as he growled, “Take as much as you want, now, Kitten.” Slowly, I
slid my mouth down his shaft until again I had to stop or gag. “A little more.
Open your throat as if you’re yawning.” I did as he directed, and was able to
take another inch, but there was still more shaft between my lips and the root.
I moved my hand from his balls to grasp him and pump as I slid my mouth up and
down.

His breath was
ragged, and as I moved from grasping him to touching his balls, he made little
grunting noises that I hoped meant it was good for him. Then I remembered that
little piece of flesh. I didn’t want to stop sucking his cock, but I put my
thumb in my mouth to wet it and then pressed it there, wringing a shout from
him. Now he was pumping up into my mouth as I sucked, and it was all I could do
to hang on for the ride. A rivulet of my juices ran down my leg as he thrust
harder, and, with a long groan of release, exploded into my mouth.

Startled, I
pulled back and watched as spurt after spurt of thick, creamy jizz fountained
from his still-pulsating cock. I swallowed convulsively to clear my mouth of
that first wave of it, which had coated my tongue. The taste wasn’t bad, though
the texture would take some getting used to. I was disappointed in myself that
I hadn’t let him finish in my mouth.

“I’m sorry,
Russ. I didn’t expect that.” Shame filled me, and tears started in my eyes
again, thinking that I had taken such pleasure from this man and then cut his
short.

“It’s okay,
Kitten. I should have warned you. But, it’s been a while. We’ll be in better
synch next time.” Russ gathered me into his arms and snuggled me close to him.

Next time? Was
I going to have sex with him again? Mentally cataloging the sensations my body
was still registering, and the arousal that I had felt as I gave Russ head, I
certainly hoped so. But, how long could it last? I wasn’t sure I wanted the
answer to that, so I didn’t ask, just curled into him and spread the blanket
over both of us as we drifted off to sleep the rest of the night.

The lantern
was lit when I woke again, but Russ was beside me, still naked, with his arm
thrown over me as before. When I stirred, he said, “Good morning, Kitten.”

I smiled
lazily, and murmured, “Good morning, lover.”

Russ’s
eyebrows lifted. “Did you forget my name?”

“No,” I
twinkled at him. “It’s Cattle Rustler. But lover fits you better.”

Suppressing a
grin, he teased me, “And why is that?”

“Because, for
a cattle rustler, you are one damn fine lover.” I hoped the look I was giving
him was smoldering, like my internal flame.

“You are an
insatiable little wildcat, aren’t you, sweet?”

“I’ve got a
lot of catching up to do. Do you want to help me?” Challenging him.

“We’ll see
about that. Right now, we need to eat something. What do you prefer,
pork’n’beans or stew?”

“Is that
really all you have? I thought I saw some flour.”

“We do have
flour, but nothing to go with it. No eggs, no milk, no baking powder or
shortening.”

“Bet I could
make something like tortillas.”

“Well, there’s
a thought. Put your clothes on, though, I don’t want you going into relapse.”

He pulled his
pants on and stood stirring the stew while I made a ball of dough with water
and flour, and a little salt. They wouldn’t be the best tortillas ever served,
but they would go well with the stew. After patting them into flat circles, I
cooked them on a griddle from the collection above the stove. Russ claimed they
tasted like the real thing, but I already knew he was a joker.

Since we were
both out of the bed for the moment, Russ insisted on stripping it and turning
the sheets to the other side. I suppose we had made a bit of a mess the night
before. With the bottom sheet now smooth, and the blanket spread over it, it
looked more inviting than standing around the cabin, where there were no chairs
to sit down. Russ heated some water in a big basin and carried it into the
bathroom for me, so I could clean myself up, but my dress was a wrinkled
disaster.

“Never mind,”
Russ said. “We’ll rustle you up some other clothes when we can get out of
here.” He looked confused at my smirk, but then realized what he had said, and
smirked back.

The wind was
back to howling as strong as ever, so we played cards for awhile, though I
still couldn’t get Russ to play strip poker. He seemed preoccupied, which
allowed me to win at gin rummy. After our game, he put on a serious face.

“Charity, have
you given any thought to what happens when this storm has blown over?”

“I guess I’ll
keep going to St. Louis,” I said. Then, hopefully, “Unless you have a better
idea?”

I realized he
wasn’t in the mood to flirt when he didn’t smirk at me. “How are you going to
get there?”

Then it dawned
on me. The SUV was wrecked, I had no vehicle. And damned little cash. I had
used everything I had been able to hoard the entire time I was with Father to
buy gas and food the day I ran. I turned a stricken face to him. “I don’t
know.”

“I think you
have to face the fact that if they want you back, those RALDS people are gonna
be sniffin’ around as soon as that SUV is found and traced. When we can get to
a phone, can you call your mom? Will she send you some money?”

“I can ask.
But, Russ, I’ve been thinking.”

“Told you that
might get you in trouble,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, it kind
of did. Mom knew what kind of people they were when she sent me there. And I
haven’t heard from her more than once a year on my birthday since then. Do you
think she was just getting rid of me? What if she doesn’t want me?”

I risked a
peek at him when I stopped talking, and wished I had kept my question to
myself.  He looked like a thundercloud.

“What kind of
mother would knowingly send a teen-aged daughter into a situation like that?”

“Well, to be
fair, I got picked up on an underage drinking charge, and she didn’t have the
money to pay the fine, and then she found me in bed with a boy. I think maybe
she just didn’t know what else to do.”

“Charity, do
you or do you not want to go to your mother?” Now I’d exhausted his patience
with my waffling. Helpless to make a decision like that, I merely stared at
him. My unhappiness must have shown, as he leaned forward, took my face in his
hands and gave me another of those tender kisses on the forehead. I was
conflicted about everything except my past. I knew I didn’t want to go back to
the Church authorities, now that I’d escaped, but I didn’t have a clue about my
future, and I didn’t understand why Russ cared about it, or about me.

Finally, I
answered him. “I don’t know.” To my dismay, it came out in kind of a whiny
wail. I sounded like the child I didn’t want him to think me. Russ sighed.

“Okay, let me
tell you what I think. First, you basically stole that vehicle, am I right?”

My eyes
widened. I hadn’t thought of it that way, but yeah, I had taken it without
permission and driven it hundreds of miles away from where it belonged. “Am I
going to be in trouble for that?”

“Depends,” he
said laconically.

“On what?” I
was scared to death. Had I escaped Bethel City only to be dragged back to an
Arizona prison for grand theft auto?

“On whether
your lawyer can convince a jury that it was self defense.”

My lawyer? A
jury? Oh, my god, that was the most frightening sentence anyone ever uttered to
me. My face must have shown a rictus of terror. “I don’t have any money for a
lawyer!”

“Unless the
people chasing you think you’re dead,” he went on, ignoring my outburst.

“What? Why
would they think that?” How could I make that happen, is what I meant.

“Your car was
wrecked in a blizzard. You’re not in it. They’ll have to think you got out and
wandered off somewhere. You would be dead if that’s what you’d done. You’d have
frozen to death.” This sounded good. Okay, I was dead. Now what?

“Wait.
Wouldn’t they expect to find my body eventually?”

“Maybe, maybe
not. But you’ll have time to create a new identity, get away completely. I’m
thinking now that I wouldn’t bring your mother into it until you’re certain
they’ve stopped searching, though.”

“She’ll think
I’m dead.”

“Kitten, so
will your father. But you can contact them later, once that Prophet gives up on
you. Or once the statute of limitations runs out. Or, you can go to the Arizona
authorities and state your case, maybe get a suspended sentence. Didn’t you say
that community isn’t well thought-of in Arizona?”

My future was
looking better now, but I was shaking as I answered. “It isn’t well-thought of
anywhere. Everyone who knows anything about it believes that underage girls are
being forced into marriage there. Some women have escaped and gone to nearby
authorities and told them they were married at fourteen or fifteen and the
marriage forcibly consummated. There’ll be big trouble if the Prophet ever gets
caught.”

“Do you know
whether these claims are true?” Russ looked like a thundercloud again, but he
kept his voice mild. I guess he could see that I was skittish as a newborn
foal, and it wouldn’t take much to put me right over the edge into hysteria.

“I haven’t
been in the bedrooms, but I wouldn’t be surprised. They marry fourteen and
fifteen-year-olds to men in their forties and older. Nine months later, they’re
having a baby. It doesn’t matter if that’s by force or not. It just shouldn’t
be happening.”

“You’re
right.”

“Russ?”

“Hmmm?” His
eyes weren’t on me, they were staring at nothing as he thought about something
he wasn’t sharing with me.

“Why do you
care about all this? Why do you care about me?”

His eyes
snapped back to mine. “Why, didn’t ya ever hear that old Chinese proverb? He
who saves a life is henceforth responsible for it.”

“You don’t
really believe that,” I scoffed.

“Don’t I?” I
couldn’t tell whether it was a serious question. His eyes were devouring me
hungrily, and the heat of last night’s passion rekindled in my belly. What was
it about this man that drew me into him, even as he confused and frightened me?

His eyes on my
face, he visibly shook himself from whatever mood that had held him just now.
“The way I see it, first thing you need to do is disappear. Lay low for awhile,
and then contact the authorities in Arizona. Maybe you can find out if there’s
a warrant out on you.”

“You mean for
my arrest?” I squeaked.

“Yeah, Kitten.
For your arrest. Don’t worry, we’ll work it so you can find out without
exposin’ your whereabouts.”

“Okay, but
where will I hide?”

“I figure
you’ll have to come to the ranch.” This was the second time he’d referred to a
ranch. I supposed he worked there.

“Won’t
searchers ask there?”

“Maybe, but
folks around here don’t cotton to strangers askin’ questions.”

“Will the
ranch owner care?”

“Nah, I’m
pretty sure he’ll be okay with it. If not, I’ll just hide you in the hay loft.”
He was grinning now, clearly remembering that I had recently been in trouble in
a hay loft.

Trying for an
equally flippant mood, I arched one brow and said, “I only go in haylofts with
men I intend to fuck.”

Russ threw his
head back and laughed, then pretended to make a severe face. “Young lady, that
is unseemly language. I’m gonna have to punish you for it.” With a swift move,
he grabbed me and flipped me across his legs, with my skirt thrown over my
head. Pulling the ugly white panties down even though I was struggling to
escape, he proceeded to paddle me lightly but rapidly with his bare hand, until
my ass stung like I’d sat in a fire-ant nest, all the while laughing at my
squirming. Mostly because the squirming was designed to put my cheeks in closer
contact with his hand.

I was
breathing hard when he let me up and examined my face for anger or indignation.
What he saw in it raised his eyebrows, and he said, low in his throat like the
purr of a lion, assessing my mood with those blue eyes. “Well, well.”

A seductive
smile stole over his lips, though his eyes were smoldering with raw hunger. His
gaze was so intense that I couldn’t face it, dropping my eyes to his chest,
which was heaving with some emotion I didn’t understand. Nor did I understand
what I felt, the arousal that usually shamed me at the hands of the Prophet present,
but without the shame in this identical situation but for the man.

Instead, I
felt, what? Aroused, yes, but also vulnerable, paralyzed with uncertainty. What
came next? Why was Russ looking at me so hungrily? Would it be okay for me to
touch him? Should I ask permission?

Russ saved me
from further thought. Somewhat to my disappointment, there was no more
spanking, but Russ
’s warm hand on my bottom soothed the
sting and for some reason made me feel safe and at the same time licentious. With
each pass of his hand across my buttocks, I longed for him to dip a finger into
my wet depths, but he must have planned something else.

With his other
hand, Russ unbuttoned the dozen small buttons that closed the bodice of my
dress, all the while kissing me tenderly. When they were all undone, he sat me
up and pushed the shoulders and sleeves down, trapping my arms and revealing
the white bra.

I waited,
holding my breath, for his next move, wanting him to look into my eyes, but
entranced by the rapt gaze he held as he pushed the cups down, exposing my
breasts. I’d had boys look at me with my breasts bared before, and all of them
gave clear evidence that the sight was arousing, but this was different. I felt
exposed, not just my bare flesh, but my soul. Trembling, I waited for this
man’s touch, unable to move my arms that were trapped in the sleeves of the
hideous dress.
Now I know how a rabbit feels in a trap
, I thought.

Russ lifted a
hand to lightly heft my left breast, drawing his finger across the nipple and
over to the other. Staring alternately into my eyes and at the creamy globes he
toyed with, he licked his lips slowly. God, I wanted that tongue on the taut
beads that tipped my nipples now. Moisture was gathering between my legs,
unheeded. Vulnerable, trussed like a turkey ready for roasting, I did the only
thing I could to break the spell and make him take me. I heaved my chest with a
deep breath, thrusting my breasts forward.

His eyes lit
with desire, but with what must have cost him an effort of iron discipline,
Russ stayed the course, flicking each nipple in turn until both were standing
at full attention, begging for the touch of his lips and tongue. Shaking with
anticipation, a low moan escaped me, and his lips parted.

Slowly and
with what felt to me like reverence, Russ leaned forward to kiss each nipple,
before gathering my body into his arms and kissing me deeply, his tongue
jousting with mine until I thought I would melt into his body and be consumed. His
mood seemed to have changed, from the directive, almost dangerous whim that
made him virtually tie me up in my dress, to a much slower, gentler mood that
was communicated to me by the lightness of his touch and the tender heat of his
gaze.