Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

Susan gaped at the magnificent nude figure of her voluptuous daughter, yet unmoved from the lewd position she had found her in with Jamey between her thighs, his face buried… and all of the misery, frustration, and rage she had ever known bubbled up inside her. She raised the weapon in her band, leveling at Jamey's stomach.

"Damn you!" she blurted. "Damn you."

But she never got to pull the trigger, even if she might have. The pistol was snatched from her grasp by Silk Weaver who stood there with Lou Freed and another cohort named Burke.

Silk smiled slowly. "You're sick all right, bitch. You've got a sick family, too. I don't think Max is going to like it… but I'll bet my ass he likes that daughter of yours." He smiled lewdly at the young frightened girl on the bed. "Come on, baby, get some clothes on. And don't worry. You want to fuck…" he laughed, "the night's just begun, kid. Out on the farm, sometimes, we fuck for days and days. Now, get moving… Max is going to love this episode."

The farm that Silk Weaver had referred to was remotely located in the back-country some ten miles north of Parksburg. Burke, a tall, pasty-faced individual with vicious eyes and limp-wrists, drove the Buick sedan. Jamey rode beside him with Lou Freed on his right, while Silk sat in back with Susan and Nadine under his constant surveillance.

Nadine couldn't restrain the tears of shame and near-terror that dribbled down her lovely young face, at last, realizing that had it not been for her going to Jamey's with him, none of this would have happened. She had betrayed her mom with her stupid jealousy and wanton performance; now in some horrible way they were all going to pay because of her. She cuddled close to her mother whose arms were about her holding her tight against her breast, her gentle hand caressing the crown of her head soothingly.

"There, there, baby, it's going to be all right. Don't be afraid," Susan whispered into Nadine's ear, struggling to keep her own voice level, while simultaneously her flesh cringed beneath the hot, scrawny hand of Silk Weaver that was wedged between her legs, his nails gouging the soft satiny skin of her inner-thighs in his effort to reach the nylon concealed suppleness of her genitals.

Thank God, Susan reasoned, it was dark and Nadine couldn't see his vile act, as she desperately tried to squeeze her legs tight together, imprisoning his hand to keep it from reaching its ultimate goal.

"Open your legs, bitch!" he hissed into her ear, clutching and digging his nails into the tender, sensitive thigh-flesh brutally.

The pain was too overwhelming to endure, causing Susan to comply as tears of agony streamed down her own cheeks. Slowly she spread her thighs and his burning hand shot upward to clutch lewdly at the swollen little puffiness of her pubic mound and vaginal lips, squeezing and twisting with thumb and fingers through the sheer material of her panties. Then, they were tearing the thin covering to one side and she felt his cruel middle finger dig into the raw, unwanting pink flesh of her vulva, finally scraping down to the small, unreceptive mouth of her vagina and thrusting right up into her cuntal passage to the palm of his hand.

"Augh!" Susan gasped from the sharp pain of his fingernail tearing at the velvety inner-flesh as he began to worm it around wildly inside her.

"What?" questioned Nadine. "What is it, Mother?"

"N-Nothing, baby… nothing," Susan managed, her breath hitching in her throat while Silk Weaver sniggered gleefully at the pain and debasement he was causing her.

Then, suddenly they were turning into a country lane and Susan could see the faint outline of what appeared to be a house in the moonless night. She breathed a sigh of relief as the Buick came to a stop and Silk made one last vicious plunge into her vagina, his fingertip brushing painfully against the tiny mouth of her womb before he crooked the member, hook-fashion, and jerked it out of her.

"Aughhh!" Susan winced, again, biting at her lower lip as if to help her bear the minute of agony he left with her, and once more Silk laughed sadistically.

"What is it, Mother?" Nadine asked again, sitting upright and trying to see the woman in the darkness.

"Shut up and get out!" Silk snarled, opening the door to lead the way. "All of you, get out. And I warn you, don't try anything… especially you, Halo, or I'll blow your damned head off."

Meekly, the prisoners obeyed. Susan walked with her arm around Nadine who continued to cling tight to her as Burke led the way and the other two, with Jamey between them, brought up the rear. They climbed wooden steps and crossed a porch of creaky flooring, then, Burke opened the door and they saw light from inside.

A musty smell filled Jamey's nostrils as his two escorts pushed him into a narrow hallway behind Susan and Nadine. It was a farmhouse all right, and nothing more… aged, poorly furnished and dusty from lack of use. It reminded him of a hide out prop, the type often seen in cops-and-robber "B" movies. He wished to Christ that was what it was… just a story, with a director about to yell, "Cut… print it!"

Instead, they were all herded into what was probably the living room, and there in a high backed, leather chair sat Max Bovino in his inevitable dressing gown, his massive seeing-eye boxer at his feet.

"It's about time. Where in hell've you been?" the big handsome man barked.

"We didn't waste anytime, Boss," Silk replied. "Right after I called to tell you Mrs. Sheldon here was on her way to Quarrysite, we followed and sure enough, she heads for Halo's place."

"So," the blind-man said, his chin raised high as he faced straight ahead. "That's the way you work, is it, Susan? First, you lie to me about being sick, then, after I told you to stay away from that little welsher, you sneak out to see him behind my back, eh? It never occurred to you that I'd have you watched, now did it? You're just an unfaithful bitch like all the others."

"I went to Jamey's looking for my baby!" Susan snapped, holding Nadine who was trembling in utter terror, tight against her.

"Your baby…?" Max repeated, an expression of confusion furrowing his brow. "Who the hell's she talking about, Silk?"

The hawk-faced man grinned. "Her kid, she's right here, Boss."

Max grunted. "Bring her over here," he ordered.

Silk grasped Nadine's arm and the lovely young girl tried to pull free of him as she clung to her mother.

"No! No! Take your hands off me!" Nadine cried and Jamey started to move forward.

Both Burke and Lou Freed caught him by the arms, the big ex-pug twisting one up behind him in a painful hammer-lock. "One more move out of you and I'll break it off, punk!" Freed threatened, while Jamey winced from the pain.

"It's all right, Nadine," her mother said. "He won't hurt you… don't be afraid…"

Once more, Silk grabbed Nadine, only this time not so gently. "Come on, cunt," he snarled, jerking her across the room to stand before Max Bovino who slowly leaned forward and stretched out his hands.

"Come closer," said Max, spreading his legs, until when Nadine looked down she was shocked in horror to see that he was obscenely naked, his hairy loins and huge genitals completely exposed before her. She couldn't believe what her eyes were actually witnessing, and suddenly she wanted to cry out and run to her mother. But then, his hand caught her wrist and gently drew her to him, while his other big hand began to move over her face, and she realized that this was the only way he could see her.

His hands were light and gentle as suddenly they were moving over her whole body, feeling and squeezing… her breasts, her waist, her thighs, legs and buttocks, and once more the strange sensations she had experienced at Jamey's rippled through her, even as she trembled apprehensively before him.