He had registered them into a seedy motel at Riviere du Loup even before the sun had set… had bought wine and poured into the cloudy tumblers that set in a tray on the scarred bureau before removing his coat. Then, he'd smiled and said: "Take off your things, my dear. This is home."
She'd made a tight little smile of her own in response and removed her coat obediently while he took it to hang in the open closet. He ogled her then, in the ruffled and ribboned pink-gingham dress her mother had made for her, licking at his lips, the gentleness she had seen earlier abruptly gone from his eyes, leaving only exigent lust which had added even more ugliness to his carnal face.
At that moment she had wanted to get away from him, at least temporarily, and she'd walked past him toward the tiny bathroom. He came up behind her before she could reach the door, putting both hands on her firm, young buttocks. She'd frozen, sucking in a short breath.
"Lovely," he'd murmured. "You're a lovely piece, baby." His hands had moved over her bottom and hips, around to her belly and upward to cup her lush, erect breasts. He pulled her back against him until she could feel the flab of his stomach and the hardness of his shaft grinding into the crevice between her round, full buttocks. She steeled herself, not resisting, until finally he'd let free of her, stepping back away. "Well… go ahead and piddle. Then we'll have a little drinkie before we… ah… tumble into bed, eh?"
Laying there in the semi-darkness, Madeleine felt a slight tremor ripple over her as it had at his offensive, intimate touch all those years before, and graphically she began to recall even the most odious minute details… it was almost as if she could feel his depraved hands on her at that moment…
She stood there, subjected to his coarse explorations, his suggestive words racing wildly through her brain and she trembled, a convulsive shudder traversing the length of her soft, young body, from the tips of her toes to the very peak of her scalp. She looked toward the sagging bed, swallowing with difficulty. There was no longer any dubious mystery in her mind of what was to come… no overshadowing ambiguity. Upon this bed it would happen to her, and she would be forced to endure his obese loathsomeness. Abruptly, the rays of the setting sun caught her eyes through the window and the thought of escape briefly rushed to mind… but she fought it and went on into the bathroom. She must get to Boston.
When she returned, he held forth her glass of wine and she took it.
"You drink wine at home, eh?" He grinned. "You Canucks like your wine… I know about that."
Madeleine didn't answer him. The fact was, they were allowed only small amounts with meals, but she saw no reason to tell him this… or anything. She took a long swallow, hoping its effect would be to soothe, even dull her senses for what was to come.
"Go ahead, drink up," Keel said. "Have all you want: it's good for you." She watched his grin twist crookedly. "Makes you sexy, too… and we want that, don't we, baby?"
Madeleine felt her face flushing. She watched him gulp away his entire glassful, then tilted her own to her lips. He nodded approvingly and filled the tumblers once more; then, as she stared half-fascinated, he began removing his clothes as if the act was completely divorced from her.
He turned to her suddenly. "Well…? Want me to strip you, myself?"
She hadn't stopped trembling, but she managed to shake her head, set down her wine and unfasten the snaps behind at her neck, then, firming her lips determinedly, wriggled the dress from her shoulders, down over her full, rounded young hips and stepped out of it. Immediately, she sensed his eyes greedily feeding upon her but she dare not look at him lest she break in a mad flight for the door. Instead, she automatically lifted her slip over her head, picked up her dress and laid them over the one chair in the room. She felt embarrassingly naked before him, even though she was still strategically covered with her panties, garter belt, bra and the only pair of nylons she had ever owned.
The wine took its initial effect then, producing a wave of light-headedness. She glanced at Keel; he was naked, removing his socks. His body was as massive and gross as his face, his jaundice-hued flesh sagging and wet with perspiration, causing him to glisten before her. Then, she saw it… his thick penis… rigid and standing out from beneath the hanging bulk of his flabby belly, surrounded by a heavy growth of greying pubic hair. Once more, she trembled in revulsion as she stared at him, the thought of his fat body upon her own sending waves of fear and abhorrence through her. The mere thought…! My God! She couldn't do it! She simply couldn't!
Keel arose and faced her. His mouth had fallen open with a certain slackness, his lecherous eyes seeming to bug as he gaped wildly at her long, nylon-encased legs, the area of cream-white thigh above, the full, firm breasts causing delicious dunes of smooth, satin flesh above their tight cup-shaped enclosures, the area of milk-white midriff, the long sensuous contour of her hips… Madeleine's eyes widened in shocked disbelief as he broke into a slow, salacious leer and his hand moved downward and began to lewdly stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin of his massive shaft back and forth over its hard, blood-filled head.
"Ever see anything like that, baby?" he taunted in vulgar pride. "Can you imagine how nice it's going to feel when I shove it up into that tight little hole of yours…?"
The depraved spectacle coupled with lascivious words nauseated her and she gasped at him: "I can't! My God, I can't, M'sieu'! I just can't do it…!"
He continued to stare at her, his stiff, fleshy rod in his hand, his red-saucered eyes narrowing dangerously. "What the hell do you mean?" he half-growled at her. "Forgetting our bargain, ain't you, baby?"
Madeleine took a step backwards and he moved toward her, his eyes suddenly seeming vacant of anything human… only lust, evil, cruel and unyielding.
"N-No… please, M'sieu' Keel?" she stammered in accented English. "Please… I can't do it… I mean it…! I-I thought I could, but I can't. Listen… I'll leave… catch the bus back to Mont Du Banc…"
"The fuck you will, baby. That li'l pussy of yours is mine tonight!" he spat at her, his hands reaching out and clutching her to him, his mouth coming down savagely upon her own as he had done the day before in his car, thick, wet tongue bursting between her lips furiously.
Madeleine struggled but he easily pressed her with him toward the bed. It was almost as if they were one individual, his great body seeming to move with her, rather than opposing her frantic efforts, leaving her nothing absolute to fight against. A frenzied panic seized at her belly and she felt herself beginning to tremble uncontrollably; the room carrouseled before her and all of a sudden she was staring upward at the ceiling… and it was coming down to meet her, his wicked, lust-filled eyes joining it fiendishly. She fought him, turning her face away, her strength quickly ebbing in futile desperation. His tremendous weight poured over her amorphously and her remaining clothes were being stripped away, while the huge, shapeless bulk crushing the breath from her emitted strange animal-like noises, until at last, she was completely naked.
He raised up off her then, having securely wedged himself between her forced-apart thighs and she saw him kneeling erect, his face twisted in a lewd, almost brutal grin. He said something that didn't register in her fear-stricken brain, as her eyes trailed down his repulsive torso to the ugly, long, thick penis jutting forth angrily from his hair-covered loins. She saw the heavy, wrinkled sac hanging beneath it and further repugnance gripped at her belly.