Jason Cannon - Marcy in heat

She made no attempt at being sexy or seductive. There was no effort to sup out of her clothes in any semblance of a striptease. She just matter of factly undressed under the command of the leader.

There were widespread comments around the room as she finished the last button. She shrugged the sweater off her sleek tanned shoulders, baring her deep, widely spaced breasts and small dark-brown nipples. The girl was totally suntanned, with no white marks around her breasts where a bathing suit would normally be, indicating that she had spent a lot of time sunbathing in the nude.

Terry looked up to Jason. Again she placed her hands on her hips. "Enough?" It was the first word she had uttered.

Jason only smiled and folded his arms across his chest. Evidently that was not enough, because Terry shrugged and started rolling the bikini panties down over her hips until they hung by one toe. She flipped her foot and the panties fluttered to the floor.

Marcy couldn't help but observe that, naked, Terry was a beautiful girl. All the more reason, Marcy thought, why she was stupid to become a slave to Jason, or any man. Terry's pubic hair was a soft, reddish-brown, barely darker than the hair on her head. Beneath the furry mound her pink slit was clearly defined. It looked moist.

Terry stood upright again and seemed to throw her chest out in both pride and defiance. Her dark-brown nipples wore erect and extended.

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.