After Midnight

58
THE AUDITION

He made me lie flat on the ground, face down, my legs spread wide apart and my arms stretched overhead. “Don’t move,” he told me.
Crouching just beyond my bound hands, he worked on the fire. He got a small blaze going, then added sticks from a nearby pile. The flames grew. I could feel their warmth. The fire crackled and hissed and popped. He added larger chunks of wood. Soon, he had a roaring, hot campfire with flames leaping two and three feet into the air.
“Okay,” he said. “Get up on your knees.”
I pushed myself up. Kneeling, I settled back on my haunches.
And scanned the campsite. It looked pretty much the same as last night, but Judy was no longer hanging by her wrists from the tree limb. I didn’t see her anywhere.
Leaving my hands tied together, Steve shoved my wrists in against my belly, then wrapped the cord around me a couple of times like a belt. He drew it backward and looped what was left of it around my ankles.
“Now,” he said, “stay put.”
He picked up the saber, then headed for the tent. Twisting sideways, I watched him. He flung one of the tent flaps aside, poked the saber into the ground nearby, then ducked into the dark opening.
A few moments later, he scuttled out backward. He was bent over, straddling Judy, dragging her by her upper arms. Her head was between his feet. She had it raised and turned sideways, trying to keep her face off the ground.
She was naked, of course.
And hogtied with rope—hands bound together behind her back, feet forced up and tied almost within reach of her hands.
As Steve dragged her toward me, she strained upward, arching her back. She managed to get her upper body off the ground so she was skidding along on just her thighs.
About six feet away from me, Steve hoisted her to her knees. Leaving her, he hurried over to the tent and retrieved the saber. With the weapon in his right hand, he took up a position midway between us but slightly off to the side where he wouldn’t obstruct our views.
Judy and I stared at each other.
The old, red bandana hung around her neck.
She looked awful. And beautiful.
Her sweaty body was smudged with dirt, smeared and streaked with blood. She gleamed like gold in the firelight. She was a battered ruin of welts, bruises, scratches and cuts. I’d given many of them to her myself.
Including a bullet wound to the right side of her head. The gouge from that was out of sight, hidden under the curls of her wet, blond hair. I knew she had it, though. And knew I’d done it.
Shot her. My God. Tried to kill her.
What’s the matter with me?
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
“Shut up,” Steve said. “You can look, but don’t talk.”
So I kept on looking.
In spite of all the damage to her body, Judy didn’t seem beaten. Hurt, badly hurt, but not beaten.
She knelt like a proud soldier at attention, her body straight and rigid, belly sucked in, chest out, shoulders back, chin up. She had a fierce look in her eyes. The only sign of weakness or vulnerability—her lower lip was clamped between her teeth.
My throat felt tight and thick, but I managed to say, “I wish I’d never gotten you into…”
“Shut up,” Steve said.
“Go to hell,” I told him.
He smiled at me. “Better be nice. Only one of you gets to be my loyal sidekick. The other stays here, toes up, ticket cancelled, farm bought, dead as dirt. And I’m the sole judge. In other words, you’d better start kissing up.”
“Kiss my ass,” I said.
“I’m sure I’ll get to it sooner or later,” he said. “Now, let’s start the audition. Is everyone feeling well rested and fit as a fiddle?”
Judy and I looked at each other, but said nothing.
“Good!” Steve blurted. “Let’s begin. Who would like to go first?”
“Go first?” I said. “I thought we were supposed to have a fight.”
“All in good time, my dear. This’ll be a multi-part audition, with the fight as the finale.” Grinning, he added, “We’ll work our way up to it.”
“So what else do we have to do?” I asked.
“Anything I say. Now. Who would like to start? Do we have a volunteer?” He turned his grin from me to Judy. “How about you, sweet thing?”
She glared up at him, but didn’t answer.
“Remember, ladies, cooperation counts.”
“What do I have to do?” Judy asked.
“Competition number one?” Raising the saber high, he used his other hand to unfasten his belt. “The Great Suckoff!” he announced. His cut-offs dropped around his ankles.
Even though I despised him and he disgusted me, I’ve got to admit he had a wonderful body. All slender and smooth, with sleek muscles and a small, tight rear end. His penis stuck out straight in front of him. It was only about halferect, but already seemed pretty huge.
Resting the saber on his shoulder, he stepped out of his shorts and walked over to Judy.
She stared straight forward, her lips pressed together in a tight line.
Steve stopped by her left side.
“Turn and face me,” he said.
She turned. It didn’t look like an easy task, the way she was tied. But she managed.
“Excellent,” Steve said. He moved closer to her. When he stopped, he was almost touching her lips.
Judy’s mouth was shut. Apparently breathing only through her nostrils, she sucked in air as if she’d just finished a sprint. The quick panting made her chest swell and contract, her breasts lift and fall. She looked as if she’d been dipped in melted butter.
“Open wide,” Steve said.
She didn’t.
He prodded her lips, but she kept them shut.
“Do you want to lose by forfeit?” he asked.
“I’ll do it,” I told him.
“I’m talking to Judy,” he snapped. All the tease was gone from his voice.
“Do me instead! She doesn’t want you. I do. Come on over here and put it in. I’ll suck your brains out.”
“Your turn’ll come. Now butt out.” To Judy, he said, “Open up, honey. Right now.”
She shook her head.
So then Steve grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head back. Her mouth stayed shut.
“Don’t!” I cried out.
Ignoring me, he did a little prance. I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but he must’ve knocked her in the belly with either a knee or a foot. She suddenly grunted and her mouth sprang open. With the hand clutching her hair, he jerked her head forward.
He shoved himself in.
“Yes!” he cried out. “Now suck, honey, suck!”
He waved his saber high.
Judy wheezed and gagged as he thrust.
“Stop it!” I yelled. “Leave her alone!”
“You’re next!” he shouted.
“Bite him, Judy! Bite his f*cking cock off!”
Maybe afraid she might follow my advice, Steve suddenly flung her away. She fell onto her back, her tied arms trapped beneath her and her knees in the air.
Steve tossed the saber aside. Hands free, he threw himself on top of Judy. His hips shoved her legs even farther apart. He clutched her shoulders to pin her down. Then his ass rammed forward and she gasped and I knew he was in her.
“NO!” I shrieked. “STOP THAT!”
He hadn’t done much of a job securing me.
I had no trouble at all working my feet free. By the time I’d managed to stand up, the cord that Steve had wrapped around my waist was hanging in a couple of loose coils down my rump and legs.
But my hands were still lashed together.
I struggled to jerk them free. The cord had no give, and only dug into my wrists.
But I didn’t intend to let it stop me.
Steve was still on top of Judy, grunting and thrusting.
I couldn’t take the risk of going for the saber. It was in his line of sight—if he happened to look up from Judy. Besides, it’d be a tricky weapon for someone whose hands are bound together.
Whereas the carving knife was conveniently located high on the inner side of my right thigh—and just the perfect size for one-handed use.
It had come from Serena and Charlie’s kitchen.
Before setting out to hunt for Steve, I’d decided against a flashlight but in favor of a knife.
Hurrying toward him now as he raped Judy, I used both hands to reach in through the slit of my skirt. With my left hand, I drew the knife downward, freeing it from the single strip of tape that held it to my thigh.
The way Steve was huffing and thrusting, he must’ve been just about ready to come.
I changed the knife to my right hand and twisted my wrist so the blade pointed forward.
Judy was writhing and sobbing under him.
Steve’s firelit ass bobbed up and down, buttocks flexing.
I dropped toward him, my hands low, the blade straight out like a steel version of his penis and aiming for the shadowy crack between his cheeks.
The blade slid in easily and deep.
Suck this, a*shole!
Steve squealed.
I gave the handle a hard twist, turning the blade, and his squeal jumped an octave higher. My ears hurt. He jerked and thrashed under me. Hot fluids flooded out over my hands. Mostly blood, I suppose.
He tried to throw me off, but he didn’t stand a chance. Not the way he was caught between Judy and me. Not the way his nervous system had gotten trashed with the first thrust of my attack.
I’d nailed him but good.
As badly as I wanted to climb off and escape from Steve’s gushing ass, I wanted even worse to keep at him until the job was done. So I stayed on him with the knife buried deep, and went on working its blade around, really ripping him up inside.
For quite a long time, he shuddered and twitched and screamed.
Finally he settled down.