"Hell," Dave said. "I want a beer. Shake your ass, girl, and bring me one."
Jennifer nodded. She hurried to the kitchen and searched until she found a cold one in the back of the fridge. She opened it and brought it back to him. He ran his ringers lightly across one of her big nipples before he took the beer.
"Anybody tell you that you've got a fine pair of titties," he said. "Did you let the kid suck on them?"
Jennifer wanted to keep him in good humor for as long as possible. She'd fetch his beer, answer his questions, or crawl around the room on all fours panting like a dog if he wanted it. She kept remembering that he was capable of doing a lot of damage to them.
"Yes," she said, "he sucked them."
He grinned at her answer. "You're a hot little bitch. You and your friend both."
He made a disgusted face at Rena who was sitting on the floor still crying.
"Why don't you shut your Goddamned mouth," he said.
"You liked being fucked. You begged for it. Now shut the hell up or I'm going to come over there and give you something to make you cry about."
Jennifer hurried to her friend and once more put her arm around Rena's shoulders.
"Please be quiet, Rena," Jennifer whispered. "I don't want to make him mad. He'll hurt you! He'll hurt us both!"
"He couldn't do anything worse to me," Rena said.
Jennifer was suddenly angry. "You damn fool," she hissed, "of course he can do something worse to you. He could kill you. Do you want to die?"
Rena was shocked by the sudden anger in Jennifer's voice and she began to realize that Jennifer was right. Just because he'd fucked them both didn't mean they were safe. He could decide to kill them at any time.
"I guess I have been acting like a two-year-old," Rena said. "The most important thing is staying alive."
"Now you're talking," Jennifer said.
Jennifer held her friend's hand as Rena painfully climbed to her feet. Jennifer noticed that the insides of her friend's thighs had blood on them. Virgin blood. Jennifer hadn't really believed that Rena was a virgin, as Rena had said so many times.
Now she believed it. For the first time, Jennifer grew really angry at the convict. It was a damn shame that Rena had to lose her virginity to such a brutal man.
"Could we go upstairs?" Jennifer asked him.
"For what?" he asked.
"We'd like to get cleaned up a little," she said.
"All right," he said, after thinking a moment, "but you remember that any funny stuff and the boy is dead. You think about that while you're trying to slip out the window."
Jennifer nodded. The young boy had sat down on the couch and his face was pale. He shot them a pleading glance as Jennifer helped Rena up the stairs.
They found the master bedroom and they both took long, hot showers. They also found clean panties and some pullover shirts in a bedroom closet. The clothes were not a perfect fit but at least they were clean. Jennifer had started feeling dirty in the clothes she had been wearing.
"Jennifer," Rena said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Rena was looking better after her shower.
"Yes?" Jennifer asked.
"Don't you think we should try it anyway?" Rena asked.
"You mean go out the window?" Jennifer asked. "You know, he'll kill the boy?"
"Maybe he plans to kill us anyway," Rena said. "At least this way we might be able to find help and get back before he does. The other way we're just at his mercy."
Jennifer could tell that her friend was beginning to use her head instead of just being scared. The worst had already happened to Rena. The thing she had been most afraid of.
"We'd be taking an awful chance," Jennifer said.
"We're taking an awful chance staying here," Rena observed.
Jennifer understood that her friend was right. Dave might kill them no matter what they did. Maybe he would feel like he was taking a chance leaving them alive. He was capable of doing anything. Perhaps the best thing would be trying to escape.
The boy couldn't get much worse off.
"All right," Jennifer agreed, "we can try the window. If we're quick enough, he'll never know we're gone until we bring the police right back."
They had both seen enough old movies to know just what to do. First they tied the bed sheets together and lowered them out the window. Rena went first and she climbed down the bed sheets like a monkey.
Jennifer was a little heavier and she was slower coming down, but they both made it.
At least they thought they did until they heard Dave Madden's rough laughter.
"Well, ladies," he said. "Are you out for an evening stroll? On such a chilly evening. Why, you could catch your death."
Jennifer clutched Rena's hand both for comfort and because she was frightened Rena might try running, and Rena wouldn't be able to outrun a bullet.
"Let's go inside," he commanded.
Jennifer felt as if a hand clutched her heart as she walked ahead of Dave Madden back into the farmhouse. Now she was really frightened. They had tried to escape and he was angry.
She heard Rena gasp as they nearly fell over the stretched out body of the boy.
"Don't worry," Dave said. "He's not dead, but he won't be playing football for a long time. And he won't be trying to stop me any more. Just remember, ladies. You could get hurt. The only reason you're still alive is that I have other uses for you."
Jennifer nearly stumbled again but Rena caught her arm. Dave prodded Jennifer in the back with his pistol.
"Walk up the stairs," he said. "To the bedroom."
"What more can you do to us?" Rena said. "Why don't you just kill us now?"
"Oh," he said, "there's lots more time, yet. Lots of time for fun and games."
Jennifer licked her lips as she thought about the kind of fun and games he might have in mind. She had to admit that she had enjoyed the things he had done with her that evening, but there was a new sound to his voice. A sound of cruelty. He was angry at them and he meant to make them pay a price for their escape attempt.
He marched them into the bedroom they had just left. He sat down on the edge of the bed with the pistol still in his hand.
He was leering at them and Jennifer wondered how a man could stay so horny. He had fucked more that night than Jennifer thought a man could and he still looked hungry for more.
"You know," he said, crossing his legs, "when we try to break out of prison the guards make things tough on us. Solitary and such. Both of you should have some punishment."
Dave was feeling hot as he looked at the two beautiful young women trembling before him. He always got a sense of power when he had people afraid of him, especially good looking females.
"All right," he said. "Strip off your clothes."
Jennifer felt like spiders crawled up her legs as she started undressing. Rena was slow but she too started taking off her clothes. In a few moments both of them stood naked before him.
"Both of you make quite a contrast," he said. "It's turning me on."
"What do you want us to do?" Rena asked. "Come over here," he said. "Kneel!"
Jennifer knelt on one side of him while Rena knelt on the other. Dave leaned back on the bed and put his hands behind his head. He leered at them.
"Take my cock out, ladies," he said. "Show me how you're sorry you ever tried to escape. Show me, ladies."
Jennifer reached for him but Rena was quicker. She reached her hand inside his trousers and pulled out his slowly growing cock. She wrapped her fingers around his stem.
"Both of you look so good," he said. "Why don't you give each other a kiss. A nice sloppy kiss."
Jennifer felt her heart pounding as she looked at her friend.
"Kiss each other," he said.
"Come on, Rena," Jennifer said softly, "we have to do it."
Rena nodded, but her face was pale. Jennifer leaned closer and her friends lips just barely brushed against her friend. She felt a tingle go up her spine as Rena quickly pulled her mouth away.