Dinner that evening saw a changed Randy, for the first time since Susan had arrived the man had a smile on his face. Without his sneers and carping comments on his wife's behavior the meal was almost pleasant. With Tommy gone and Susan's recent rape she believed she might have gone mad if she had to endure his sullen silence and that hateful sneer. The belief that his rape of Susan was the reason for his near good humor mortified her. With no cooking facilities in her cabin, and the entire food supply under lock and key in the lodge she had no place else to go if she wanted to eat. She was unable to raise her eyes to look into the eyes of either of the two sharing the meal with her.
When she silently rose to return to her cabin she was mortified when Betty stood to hand her the clothes Randy had stripped off of her. They had been washed and folded neatly. It wasn't until she was holding them that she remembered she had left everything in the boat but her shoes. She had carried the shoes carried with her back to the cabin.
Susan kept sneaking peeks at Betty. She had fornicated with Betty's husband that afternoon, and Betty had happened. She unsure how to behave toward the slime ball, and terrified of his wife's reaction even though it had been rape. Betty took her by the elbow and led her to a chair in the lounge, where she plunked Susan down.
Susan's was sullen and silent, resenting the manner in which she had been taken into the lounge. Betty saw this and opened a bottle of wine. Handing Susan a glass she told her it was to lighten her mood. It seemed to help, and the high clear mountain air seemed to amplify the effect of the wine. She felt her depression starting to lift and found herself getting giggly and just a tad high after just two glasses of wine. With Betty constantly topping up her glass she quickly drank more in that forty-five minutes than she normally did in several months.
Randy of course behaved as The Creep. She tried to ignore his lecherous looks, and the casual suggestive remarks he made in his poor english. Her skin crawled when she felt his eyes on her, and he never seemed to look away. The three people sitting before a comfortable fire in the lodge remained silent. The stillness was so complete it frightened Susan.
Betty was stranger than ever, never uttering a word, but sneaking peeks at Susan from the corner of her eye. She wore the strangest look on her face the entire time Susan was at the lodge. Susan was glad when she finally found an excuse to make an early night of it and return to her cabin.
Stepping out onto the lodge veranda she was carrying a much greater alcoholic load than she was used to. She almost stumbled and fell down the steps, only the Creep's strong arms unexpectedly wrapping themselves around her from behind kept her from a nasty fall down the log steps. He used her unsteadiness as an excuse to walk her to her cabin. Susan had been unable to shrug his arm from around her shoulders for the entire walk. Randy just ignored her efforts, firmly hugging her to him. The extra weight he was carrying made it unpleasant to be snuggled up to his doughy side.
Once at the cabin, Susan felt as if she was standing somewhere outside herself, watching. Randy reached past her to open the door, his arm still clamping her tightly against him. He then stepped up and through the door to the small cabin, carrying her with him. Once inside, he turned her to face him, taking the bundle of clothes from her hands that she had carried from the lodge, then just dropping them on the floor beside the door.
She felt numb and unable to protest when he took her in his arms, pulling her small body hard against his. It felt like she was sinking into his fat. Holding her arms together, her hands clasped together under her chin she looked up to protest. Seeing her mouth open, he bent down to clamp his mouth over hers. All she seemed able to do was stand there as his tongue forced its way between her lips and into her mouth. Once there he took his time tasting and tonguing her. Her knees turned to jelly, and she almost fell before he broke the kiss. She couldn't understand what was happening, she seemed to be losing control of her body.
Her balance was so poor she seemed unable to stand by herself and found herself clinging to Randy to keep from falling. It wasn't until she saw him drop her shirt on the chair, then felt him unsnap her bra that she understood he was undressing her. Somehow she seemed detached from what was going on. Oddly unconcerned with it, she just worried whether she could keep her balance enough to remain standing.
Concentrating on standing as she was, she was happy when Randy helped her over to the bed and lowered her onto her back. It wasn't until then that she realized he had already stripped off her pants and panties. Wiggling her toes she realized even her shoes and socks were gone.
"No, no Randy," Susan wailed. "We can't do this, leave me alone. What will Betty think?"
Her protests seemed to be unheard by the man now stripping his off own clothes.
She tried to turn on her side but Randy reached over and returned her to her back, then climbed on the bed, quickly moving between her legs. Pushing at his head, trying to keep him away off from her and away from her sex she tried clamped her legs together only to realize he was already kneeling between her knees.
Protesting she tried to turn, maybe get up off the bed but every move she made seemed to be in slow motion and without real purpose. When his mouth covered her vagina and he kissed her there all she could do was murmur, "No, no, no, no Randy... No..." as his tongue pushed into her hole. Worse yet, he soon moved up and began lightly sucking and licking her clit. She shuddered with the sensation, aware her sex was dripping with her juices. Her body knew what was happening and had already prepared for it, even as her mind was trying to fight and deny what was happening.
Susan moaned, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes even as her body arched with the first small orgasm of the evening. "No, no I love Tommy! Please leave me alone, I don't want to do this...Let me alone, go away," she pleaded.
Randy just sneered up at her where he was kneeling between her legs, his face slimy with her sex juices. Slowly he moved up her body, even as it writhed under him, licking and kissing as he went. Once his body covered hers he captured her protesting lips with his and flexed his hips. The blunt head of his cock pushed aside her lower lips and slowly and deliciously entered into her well lubed body.
Still protesting, still crying, Susan found herself covered by the fat mans body. Her arms were wrapped around his neck pulling him down for her to kiss. Her widely splayed legs were locked around his spindly legs and she was again in orgasm.
As her body returned to normal she found Randy still fucking into her. A sudden feeling of disgust swept through her, almost at the same time her body spasmed again and she came hard on his cock for the she-didn't-know-how-many-times that day. He continued to fuck her and she was helpless to even slow him in his pursuit.
Sobs now wracked her body, tears running down her face when Susan saw Betty step through the cabin's open door. 'Oh thank god!' she thought in her haze, 'this is over.'
"Randy, you old fool you left these behind. You know I can't stand a beard ,so you'd better keep shaving while you're over here," Betty yelled as she dropped a shaving kit on the table.
