"Tear my clothes from me!"
Dumbly Alex ripped her shortie pajamas off her body, leaving her beautiful breasts to jiggle free in the early morning sunlight. He caught her panties in his fist and yanked, burying the hems in her straining flesh, but they didn't tear.
Renee groaned. "Tear them off," she whispered when he started to relieve the pressure. Using both hands he yanked even harder until a thread gave, and then another, and the blue silk cloth disintegrated into ragged shreds of material.
Renee's body vibrated like the string on a bow.
"Now take your belt and beat me," she said.
"Like this?"
"Everything. You've gut to do everything if you love me, Alex!"
He didn't argue after that. Taking his belt he began softly lashing her crotch. Slowly the snap of leather against her soft flesh took effect. The sickness began to leave her. "Harder, Alex. Harder!"
The belt sang as it smashed against her exposed pussy. Sweat was pouring off Alex. He began to pop it like a whip, cracking the tip against Renee's exposed flesh.
She whimpered when it caught the soft flesh of her thighs, screamed in ecstasy when it seared against her cunt lips with a wet, smacking sound.
Her hips, restrained as they were by the ropes that pulled her legs wide open, bobbed and twitched under the flailing belt.
Renee stood it as long as she could, and then she sagged and her torso slumped to the bed, her legs pulled as taut as ever.
She came around with Alex holding her in his arms kissing her, trying to revive her. He hadn't let her down yet and she was pleased. There was so much more to do.
"Aren't my tits beautiful, Alex?" Gently she lifted her breasts with her hands for his inspection.
"I'll let you down," he said.
"No! Not yet, Alex. Kiss my breasts."
His soft lips encircled her nipples, tugged gently at them.
"Bite me," she whispered.
He began to nip them, causing them to grow longer, to project out hard and pointed and savory until he was chewing and mauling them unmercifully with his teeth and tongue.
"Now my cunt, Alex!"
He hurried to obey, kneeling with his face pressed against her stretched open crotch. His tongue was a poker searching her insides out. His teeth nipping and tearing at her tender flesh were better than the biggest prick in creation.
He was tearing at her, pulling her apart.
"Now fuck me, Alex," she screamed.
He stood and rammed his ready penis into her depths and lurched against her, his body against hers threatening to tear her apart again and again and again.
He was pouring into her. She felt his cum pouring down inside her body to fill her to the top and she luxuriated in the glorious, sloppy feel of his semen in her cunt.
"Turn Fran loose."
As Alex leaned over the bed to loosen the blonde girl she sucked and licked his protruding prick free of his white cum.
Then she was on her knees at Renee's feet lapping the cream out of her special cup. Renee shivered as Fran's savoring lips engulfed her burning cunt.
When she was clean, she had Alex loosen her feet and the two of them climbed into bed with her.
Renee was up before the others and she hummed happily to herself as she worked cleaning the cabin up. For days no one had paid any attention to the state of the living accommodations: she and Fran had been too sick, and Alex too worried.
But now she felt a curious vigor surging through her and she actually wanted to do it, to exercise her body doing the mundane chores around the house.
It was different when Fran woke. The blonde girl was shivering again. Her skin was gray and goosebumps were lacing her body.
"You'll have to do it," she said to Alex.
He looked pale, but he nodded. Renee threw her arms around him and kissed his mouth, feeling his lips warm under hers.
"It won't be forever, darling. Just for a little while! Until we're better and the addiction wears off. It isn't all that bad, is it?"
Alex looked at the floor. "No," he said. "I guess not."
She helped him tie Fran up the way she'd been tied. She screamed and yelled under the belt, but the signs of withdrawal left her and her skin returned to a rosy pink as the blood flowed through it again. Fran whimpered with satisfaction as Alex plunged into her, filling her with nectar. After she dozed off, Renee was gentle with Alex, helping him to burn her ass with cigarettes as she lay on top of him, impaling herself on his erect cock.
She wasn't completely satisfied but she got to sleep by having him stroke her tender ass with his fingertips and rub her sensitive crack until the pleasure feeling overcame the terrible agony of drug withdrawal.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Renee stood looking down at Alex, listening to the wind howl in cold fury outside the house. It was a bitter, frightening sound. One that she had heard a lot of since returning to Eureka.
It had been no joke getting Alex here. All the way he had been gray, ill. His skin clammy with a cold sweat breaking out at the hint of a harsh word.
They would have helped him. She and Fran were willing. But it was impossible on the crowded railroad car. When they dragged him off the train Renee had been scared for a moment that his first real taste of Montana weather would kill him in his weakened condition.
As it was, she had to take time off from school to nurse him. But they had been very understanding when she told the principal she had to stay home to nurse her brother, who was apparently suffering from physical exhaustion and the bitter cold weather.
The principal, a transplanted Southern Californian himself, sympathized with her and gave her a fatherly pat on the shoulder sending her home.
She sat beside Alex and carefully began to spoon the warm soup into his mouth. He swallowed gratefully and hastily lowered his eyelids to hood his thoughts when he saw she was looking.
Renee sat beside him and held his head, rocking quietly and singing to him. As soon as he slipped off into sleep, she roused herself and began to get things ready for Fran's return.
She didn't really understand how things had gone so wrong. It had seemed so simple at first. Alex was slowly but successfully weaning them of their drug addiction and both of them had come to love him with overpowering intensity.
Until… she looked at herself in the mirror as she stripped her clothes off, noting the tiny wrinkles around her eyes, the almost unnoticeable scars on her body. Everything had been all right until the two of them no longer needed the belt or the lighted cigarettes to live from day to day.
She remembered the terrible shock on that first day when she told Alex they were… cured!
She'd celebrated by taking Alex to bed to make love to him. And he couldn't.
They'd noticed, she and Fran, that his virility had been tapering off. But they'd decided it was normal. The two of them had been making too great demands on his libido.
And then he started getting sick. And there was no mistaking the symptoms. He looked like she had when he first got her out of Mexico. Tenderly Renee stroked her breast, touching an almost healed bruise gingerly and only wincing slightly.
It was a psychosomatic transference. Their ills to his body.
They were scared, all right. Because Alex really looked like he was going to die. And then Fran had the idea. She'd gotten it from some half-forgotten psychology class in abnormal behavior.
She had stood in front of Alex's bed and spread her legs. "Hit me!" she ordered him.
He looked up at her weakly and she ordered him again to do it.
Alex had snapped his palm in a ringing blow against her exposed cunt and Fran bounced in pain. But she held her position, letting Alex pound of her with his hands until she couldn't stand anymore.