Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (42 page)

She
was on her knees now, staring
in
terror
at
the men, who
had collected
shoulder to shoulder
,
blocking the approach to the hallway. The door was securely barred,
and the empty stillwater flask Emma had sloppily abandoned lingered
at the base, somehow undisturbed by its swing radius.

Ione
bent her whole intellect to the advantageous employment of
what liberty remained, and as the skulks prepared to charge she
connected the available clues to discern what had transpired.
Summoning her friends with a scandalous ululation, she launched
herself
toward the curtain-cloaked window,
guessing the men had tricked it open somehow
.
Mark immediately
fathomed her intent
and shoved
Emma
in the right direction, but
Manassa squared her shoulders and stepped toward
the
closest marauder as he lurched for
them
. She raised one giant leg and planted
a foot
on his
chest, instantly canceling his momentum, then sent
him
hur
t
ling back with colossal force
to
tumble ass-over-elbows past
the bed
.
The others rushed her, but she was already
sprinting after her friends
, whooping
deliriously through the toy jammed in her jaw.

“
Hooooooeeeyoooooeeeyoooo!”

Ione hastily gauged her
trajectory and dove out the window
, folding
in mid-air to land with a metallic thud on the roof of the
convertible, ears ringing from the impact.
S
he woozily
observed
Mark
head-butt
one of the skulks
back from the window, giving
Emma
time
to
overcome her fear
. Her lover jumped,
arrived
gracelessly on her side and slid
off the car
to hit the parking lot hard,
trill bleating joyously
.
A moment later
Mark
and
Manassa
leaped
at the same time, arriving
with enough
force to violently bounce the
vehicle.

Ione dropped to the
pavement, rolled upright and shoved her back against the quarter
panel over the rear wheel on the driver’s side. She found the
hidden finger hole in the gap above its fender skirt, jabbed it
desperately to release the locks and lurched over to
fumble the front door open with her cuffed-back
hands. The men bellowed down at them as she
th
rew herself
inside
and wriggl
ed
into position
.
Mark got a passenger door unlatched
and Emma launched herself in after him, followed by Manassa. Ione
could see the
men
were preparing to jump.

“
We’re coming!” one
promised.

“
To return then slippers we
did!” his accomplice raged.

Ione
slammed the go gnome’s left nipple with her forehead twice and
wa
rbled a calamitous warning to the
others
as it shuddered into service.
Manassa was
only half inside
when
she stamped on the
pedals. The convertible lurched backward, tires screeching, and
their would-be captors crashed down on cement, sprawled awkwardly.
O
ne recovered quickly, stumbled after them
and
succeeded in clamping a hand on
Manassa’s ankle, hauling at it as he sprinted along. She was almost
dragged away, but Emma savagely kicked the man’s fingers till he
spun free with a curse.

The car careened along in reverse to bounce
off the wall of another tenement. Ione wailed in frustration,
unable to turn the wheel with her bound hands. The men, five in
number, were racing across the parking lot toward them, shouting
dire but indecipherable threats. Their broken language confirmed
that the skulk mentality could at least temporarily overcome the
civilizing influence of the City when there was sufficient
motivation.

“
Sucking when they hot her
use body forever!”

“
Twat nice if chained how I
get!”

Lacking any more constructive plan, Ione
moaned seductively through the trill in warning to her group and
reversed pedaling to send the convertible hurtling straight toward
the men. They scattered before it, hissing frenzied tactical
possibilities to each other. Three of the skulks overrode some more
cautious inclination of the other two and they collectively raced
to follow Ione’s group.

By now Mark had grasped the fundamental
constraint on their options. His muscular leg slid past Ione over
the seat, foot lodging in an open recess of the steering wheel. The
car swerved precipitously as he clumsily spun it, delivering them
on a sweeping arc around the lot into an adjoining alley. Without
slowing they hurtled past the rear facades of several small,
grim-looking dwellings and blew through the nearest
intersection.

Everyone was
wailing
in fear and
anger
, and a shambling group of partygoers
on the sidewalk laughed hysterically as the convertible
veered haplessly by, convinced a rowdy, rolling
celebration was in progress
.

“
Look at those slips!
Fucking gorgeous!”

“
Ohhh yeahhhh!”

“
Where’s the party,
sweetheart?”

They bleated cheerfully in
response, leaving the onlookers with a pleasant impression of their
company to belie the curses they vented into spit-showered trills.
Ione
stopped out of immediate danger a
couple of blocks away,
panting
musically,
shocked
and
unable to move.

After some effort Emma
managed to
wriggle out of her cuffs, and
they
were freed
one
by one
. Ione
clasped the spring-widened dental grips of the trill,
unlimbered it from her aching jaw. She turned to the others when
her rage had subsided enough to speak.

“
The fucking
doorman
was one of
them
.
”

They returned in silence to
Dean’s apartment
.
Assuming they were still his guests, the doorman let them up
without challenge, bemused by their ragged appearance and wary
distrust for his function. They took the elevator to the top floor
and
Emma knocked on Dean’s door, loudly
enough to be heard over the general din of the building. There was
a confused shuffle from within, then the tall man
answered.

“
Oh, hey. Where have you
been? Thought you’d be back a long time ago,” he frowned. Emma
wasn’t sure how to interpret his reaction.

“
Yeah…” she began, fumbling
to explain what had befallen them, wondering whether Ione would
prefer discretion. “We were sort of hoping we could crash here.”
From beyond s
he
heard a woman’s voice drunkenly call for the drummer’s
return.

“
Look, this isn’t exactly
the best time,” he said, trying to minimize an obviously frustrated
erection.

“
Yeah?” Emma nonchalantly
shifted to where she could see farther inside. A naked woman
emerged into the salon, joined promptly by two
more
. They regarded her
narrowly.

“
Who’s that?” one pouted,
lipstick smeared from aggressive drinking or half-hearted
fellatio.

Emma noticed a wide
fabric
band dangling from
her hand, and slipped past
Dean
with a
loose
smile, sure it was the latter
situation.

“
Is that a rubbernecker?”
she innocently demanded
, walking over to
acquire it
. “Anyone use it tonight?”
S
he directed a scornful
look at the wom
e
n
before they could answer. “
Or try to,
anyway
?” They
stared at
her
in outrage.

“
Get out!” one
hissed.

“
Yeah, go!” the others
chimed.

“
Come
here,
Dean,”
Emma said, crooking a finger over her shoulder as her
companions discreetly entered and shut the
door.

“
Um, maybe tomorrow would
be–

Emma pushed
him
against the wall,
silencing his objections. She flung the elastic
ized fabric
ring
around
his waist, then knotted it
behind her neck so that her head was forced to a close embrace with
his
groin
.

In front of the gawking
wom
e
n, Emma
th
rew
her
weight
back against
the rubbernecker
and slipped
Dean’s
hardon
into
her mouth,
allowing
the
tension
behind her head to
drive her
lips
all the way to his
scrotum
. She
look
ed
up
to
his
amazed grin
,
letting him enjoy the sight of his
competently enveloped member.

“
Huh,” one of his guests
grunted insecurely.

Emma
drew
her head back
with a coy expression
,
slowly restoring Dean’s manhood to view, pausing
at the tip to show him the whole aching length. With a throaty sigh
she let the necker pull her slowly but irresistibly to his crotch
again.

“
C’mon, Dean! We were having
fun without them,” a woman called uncertainly from behind. Emma
ignored her, and so did the big man in her embrace.

The secret to rubbernecking was in its
philosophy. Fellatio was normally performed by a steady
equalization of forces to and from the subject, but the necker made
full insertion the nominal condition, rendering the act a constant
effort of withdrawal, a simplified service that guaranteed a smooth
rhythm.

“
You take it dickhead, suck
him real good!” the angriest of Dean’s jilted guests
demanded.

Emma throat-fucked herself
with an easy self-possession, lavishing showy suctions on his head
with each bouncing retraction, then admitting him without
resistance back to the balls, perverting the already submissive
character of head-giving to a ritualized imprisonment. She closed
her eyes after a little, operating strictly by feel, letting her
thighs do most of the work, knowing Dean would enjoy watching the
elegant play of forces down her back, the flare of her buttocks at
the limit of each penetration. T
he
necker
brought
her
stiffly rebounding onto his
cock from each
withdrawal
, and the perfectly
regularized
tempo
of this
stimulation
activated Dean’s passion for
rhythm, as it would for any man—consistency was by far the
hardest thing for most women to deliver. As a further seduction
Emma
began
twisting
her face a little with each
lunge
to come at the
root
of his manhood from a different angle, working her
tongue in shifty spirals
to accentuate the
effect.

“
Oh fuck, that’s…” he
groaned. “That’s so…”

“
Slipper can
suck
,” one of the
onlookers remarked in sullen acknowledgement.

Emma rendered a
generous,
throat-packing
physicality
, blond locks
flying
about his groin,
blowing him till he capitulated to her energy and skill.

“
Here it comes!” Dean
breathlessly prophesized.

She took a steamy,
frustrated expulsion in her mouth, let the jizz
slap
to a froth from their
hectic
conjunction.

“
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…”
he was mumbling.

She finished without
lingering, slipped the necker off and
rubbed
his
testicles to symbolically verify their depletion.

“
Now…
who
needs to go?” Emma
inquired.

Manassa
open
ed
the
door with a grin, and Dean’s antecedent love interests dejectedly
filed from the apartment.