Thanks again to Mike for editing and all of you for reading part one. Part 2 definitely ups the ante. I hope you all enjoy the ride ;)
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After Rex and Venus finally left Damien alone in the secluded cabin to get settled in, Damien spent an hour just sitting on the sofa. He reflected on what had just happened and thought about calling Madeline before he made any more bad decisions, but he hesitated to reach for his cellphone. He had come out to the cabin to relax, to get away, and to remember the good times he spent with his stepfather. Damien really didn't want to return home to a fight and negate the
'mental wellness'
purposes of his vacation.
Rex had told him to come up to the ranch by seven and that there was no way he could miss it, that there was an orchard out front of the ranch house and stables outback. He told Damien to bring his bathing suit, that
'The girls will probably want to get into the hot tub with him,'
Damien had decided that he would do what he needed to to survive his stay. It was obvious to him that Rex and Venus were perverts and psychopaths. He would have accepted them just being perverts, but didn't take well to having been threatened with a knife and a shotgun within the first few hours of his visit. The couple didn't seem malicious on the surface, but Vee's words echoed in his mind, the last thing she had said to him before Rex barged in.
'How good are you at being hunted?'
He could only imagine what she meant by that. Vee's aggressive and dominant nature did make her synonymous with a predator in Damien's mind, but she wasn't after him; she was after his cock.
Did that make him her prey?
For a brief moment, Damien thought that he may have stumbled into a
Most Dangerous Game'
scenario, but convinced himself otherwise. Since he hadn't booked the cabin for a hunting retreat, he didn't pack a rifle or any kind of weapon. It would have been hell flying if he did. Still, Damien was wary.
After taking a moment to compose himself and clean the dried semen from the couch and floorboards, Damien retreated to the shower in the master bedroom. The cabin was cozy, the master bedroom and main bathroom within it, a half bath, and a very small bedroom that had an old futon that he remembered sleeping on when he stayed at the cabin some fifteen or so years ago. When he peeked inside that second bedroom on his way to the shower, Damien noticed that the futon had been replaced with a Murphy bed that folded down from the wall and wished he had that over sacrificing his lower back to the vicious metal springs of the futon when he was fourteen.
The hot water of the shower poured over him and Damien savored the relaxation it brought that temporarily dissolved all the stress that had gathered in his shoulders as tension. His mind replayed the events that had just occurred a few hours earlier and he could feel his cock responding to his memory the same way it had responded to Vee's wanton manipulation. Surprised that he could get hard again so quickly after that ordeal, Damien finished washing himself and ignored the erection. He wasn't in the mood to deal with it and part of him knew that he wouldn't have to. As he stepped out of the shower, it occurred to Damien that the old woman who rented the cabin always had a gun stashed in the master bedroom. After a few minutes of looking, he found it in the bottom drawer of the dresser, undisturbed despite the renovations. Damien made sure it was loaded, dressed, and decided to take the 9mm with him.
Just in case.
The sun went down under the tree lined horizon and Damien made his way to his truck. He knew he had to attend the dinner party that Rex had invited him to or he was asking for more uncomfortable and dangerous encounters with the backwoods couple. He made sure that he had his cellphone and the handgun which he stashed in the glovebox. The ranch wasn't that far from the cabin and Damien could already see the clearing before the orchard trees and two young women holding baskets in their hands dressed similarly to how Vee had been.
Damien wondered if that was their uniform and chuckled as he pulled into the elongated gravel driveway that led all the way up to the stables tucked behind the ranch house. Before he could get his head together and step out of the truck, he could see in the side mirror that the two women were already making their way toward him. Damien took a deep breath before he grabbed his phone off the passenger seat and stepped down from the truck with a false smile to greet them.
"Hey there!"
The brunette spoke first, her thumbs hooked into the front pockets of her shorts. She was a tiny lady, just like Vee, but she had a more toned body, Damien presumed was from doing work at the ranch. She reached out to offer Damien's hand, which he shook reluctantly.
"I'm Sonia, Rex and Vee's daughter,"
Sonia flashed Damien a smile of nearly perfect white teeth. The other woman that had followed behind Sonia also approached to shake Damien's hand, her ebony hair woven into a neat French braid that ran down to the middle of her back. Both women were petite and fit, their figures more boyish and hardened than Vee's soft feminine figure, but they had their own beauty. Damien felt like he had just stepped onto the set of a porn film. Rex and Vee never mentioned having any kids.
"I'm Persephone, Vee's sister, and Callie is inside helping with dinner, Rex's little sister. They told us all about you, city boy,"
Persephone winked at him as Damien shook her hand. Both girls were carrying baskets of apples in both of their hands and Damien thought to be polite and offer to help carry them inside. They were botyrelieved when he grabbed the two other baskets that they had left by the trees when they came to greet him and led him to the storage shed next to the stables. Damien could see where both of them had become so muscular. One of the baskets felt like it weighed twenty pounds, filled to the brim with ripe Red Delicious apples. Damien noticed that Sonia was more quiet and shy than Persephone or Vee and estimated that she was probably eighteen or nineteen, which meant that Vee had to have had her when she was around the same age, as she looked to be at least five years younger than the time weathered Rex who had flecks of gray throughout his lumberjack beard.
The girls sat their baskets down inside the storage shed and Damien followed behind. The entire shed was stocked with crates containing apples and other produce. In the back of the shed, he could see that there were two large stills surrounded by barrels and crates containing mason jars. He could also see half empty crates of apples next to one of them and something that looked to be a large crock pot with a press. Persephone saw that he was eyeballing the back of the shed and smiled.
"Ever tasted apple jacked moonshine?"
She asked and walked over to a shelf that lined the back wall and pulled a mason jar from it. Persephone screwed off the band and lifted the metal slat, inhaled the brew within, and handed it to Damien who stared down at the off-color liquid inside that smelled of grain alcohol. Sonia giggled at him and yanked the jar from his hands before he could respond, tilted her head back, and chugged the moonshine like it were water. When she had finished over a quarter of the jar, Sonia released a masculine burp and handed it back to Damien with a sheepish grin. Her cheeks had flushed and Damien could see that the mixture was strong just by looking at her dilated pupils.
"Go on, it won't kill ya. Just don't chug it like Miss Congeniality over there. Girl, where are your manners? Did we teach you to behave like a goddamn heathen in front of guests?"
