Rex Taylor: Turned on family

He came across the room, taking gant steps.

Spider's head whirled at the noise and he, like Robin, saw Punch and Timmy move to intercept.

Dennis pushed them aside like plastic ninepins and made for the Spider.

Robin screamed as she felt the rapist jerked off her, out of her cunt, and she lay almost paralyzed with deliverance. Spider opened his mouth to say something but Dennis cut him off with one fist and the Spider dropped to his knees, spitting out teeth and blood. He made hacking noises, as if he were about to vomit, and his cock shrank suddenly.

"Are you all right?" Dennis wanted to know, putting his arm around Robin.

She nodded. "I don't know about her, though," and she pointed to Laurel. "They didn't really hurt me," she added, hoping he'd believe the lie.

Punch was on his way to interfere once again. "Look here," he said, "I don't know who you are, but you got a hell of a lot of nerve coming in here and breaking up our fun."

Dennis stood up and hit him in the gut. Punch's face went putty-gray and he doubled up. Timmy held up both hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I'll get you for this," Spider moaned in pain.

Dennis dropped to his knees beside the blood-spitting rapist. He grabbed Spider's shirt collar and spun him around, theft faces only an inch apart. "Look," he said in a tight voice, "if you're still in this state by the time I come looking for you, I'm gonna kill your Goddamned ass. If that's your car outside, you'd better haul your mother-loving tail. Now!"

Robin dressed herself and then Laurel, working quickly, unwilling to take her eyes off Dennis' commanding figure. She did love him. She really did. He'd saved her, and she could never begin to thank him. When Laurel was covered, Robin helped the older woman to her feet, bracing her body.

"Will you take us home?" Robin asked her boyfriend. He nodded, staring contemptuously at the subjugated trio, and then he went to help her support Laurel. When Robin felt the other woman's weight easing upon Dennis, she slipped free and walked towards the Spider. He tried to smile at her, showing his shattered teeth and bloody ups, but she passed him by.

She looked at Punch, too. He was still groaning with the pain of his punched belly, holding himself with both hands. Beside him knelt Timmy, who'd not been seriously touched yet. But he deserved something, too, she decided, a little memento of his day's fun with two unwilling women. After all, hadn't he grinned like a Goddamned ape while he pissed all over Laurel? Robin clenched her teeth and rammed the heel of her shoe into his crotch. It was a thick, heavy heel, cloggy and strong, and she felt it make contact with his delicate jewels. Timmy's face turned green and he gave a castrato's scream. She hoped she'd broken something irreplaceable.

"Remember what I told you," Dennis said. "As soon as I get them home, I'm coming back." Robin had never seen him so angry before and she knew that he meant every word he said. She clutched his arm and hugged herself against him with a thrill of pride and love.

Outside, in the car, she turned to him. "How did you know."

"I was too anxious to see you," he confessed, a smile only now appearing on his face. "So I tried to catch you at the Willises. The kitchen looked like the annual riot at Reckardsville State, and there was a tape recorder running by the stove. A lot of it had erased, because the thing was still recording, but I heard enough to know what was going on and where to look."

"I think I love you," she replied.

But there was still Laurel Willis to contend with. The woman was definitely out of it, and it took Dennis and Robin both to get her inside. She smelled of sex and piss and fear, her clothes stained and torn. Once inside her front doorway she said, "Oh, God," in a tormented whisper, and her legs seemed to buckle. If Dennis hadn't been quick and strong, she'd have fallen to the floor.

"We've got to get her cleaned up," Robin said. "Jesus, talk about being in a mess! What are we gonna tell her husband?"

They helped the numbed and exhausted woman upstairs to the bathroom where they peeled the clothes from her abused body. She fought them weakly, but her resistance had no heart behind it, and in a moment she stood nude and pale before them. Dennis supported her while Robin filled the tub, and the blonde girl couldn't repress a heart-skipping tingle of triumph. So brave, so handsome, she thought, and he was all hers. God, she loved him!

Laurel sank into the half-filled tub, washing as the warm water touched her body, but she was still limp as a rubber doll. Dennis scudded his hands in soap and began to wash her face while Robin stripped down and entered the tub to take care of the rest of Laurel. There was no other way, she rationalized, but she couldn't help recalling the other night when she and Jamie had discovered one another's bodies in this same tub, this same way.

She washed Laurel's tits, washed them thoroughly, and was it her fault if the careful scrubbing made the nipples stand up pink and stiff? Robin's hands glided down, cleansing the belly, the hips, the legs, moving at last towards Laurel's cunt.

"I guess we should clean her inside and out," she acknowledged, and Dennis nodded. Robin's hand scooped through the soapy water and she worked two fingers into Laurel's cunt. She did it as gently as she could, not to injure the delicate tissues that had already been ravaged, but she had to admit, Timmy's cock wasn't as monstrous as the Spider's, and her own pussy was feeling almost normal now. Laurel didn't seem to be in any physical pain now anyway. Her hips moved as Robin pressed insistently, and her snatch open, and Robin's fingers slid inside. Soapy water bubbled out of Laurel's hole like cum, and, startlingly, coos began to bubble from her mouth as Robin set about rinsing and washing inside her twat. She felt Laurel's thighs close upon her hand, refusing to let it depart.

"Hey," said Dennis, looking over Laurel's shoulder at his girl. "I think she likes that."

"You're telling me," Robin giggled, thinking about the kiss she'd given Laurel this afternoon. And that reminded her of Jamie, of Bonnie, made her wonder if there were any chance if Laurel had not been emotionally and spiritually crippled by the ordeal they'd just gone through if there was any chance the two of them might someday see where another kiss might lead. She hoped so, but in her heart she doubted it.

Laurel's hips unclenched for a moment, allowing Robin to pull her fingers out of her cunt hole. "Come on," she told Dennis. "We'd better get her dried off and dressed in some decent clothes."

They took Laurel from the tub and Dennis supported her on the fuzzy bathmat while Robin toweled her dry. Strength was only beginning to return to Laurel, and she was able to take a few steps on her own as they led her down the hall to her bedroom. Dennis eased her bare body onto the bed while Robin rummaged in a closet, looking for something simple and easy to get into.

Holding a sleeveless shift dress in her hands, she turned to the others, saying, "Here, I think this will do," but the words died on her lips as she saw what was happening at the bed.

Laurel had unzipped Dennis' jeans and was fondling his half-stiff dick, a look of dazzling joy on her no-longer blank face. Dennis smiled sheepishly.

"I couldn't stop her," he explained. Laurel gave his cock a tug and he moved closer. She took his knob in her mouth, suckling it like a piece of candy.

Robin set the dress down on a chair. She put her hand on Dennis' shoulder. "Do whatever she wants, honey," she whispered. "But be gentle with her. She's been through hell." She kissed his lips. "I'm going downstairs. Mr. Willis should be back soon, and somebody's gonna have to tell him what's going on."

She was sitting on the couch reading a magazine when the front door opened. Sam Willis came inside, blinking twice when he saw her. "Hi," he said. "What are you doing here?"