LOST AND AT RISK

 

 

            Jessica was hopelessly lost in the scrub and near panic, when she came upon the cabin, and saw the old woman in front of it.

            "Please, Ma'am, help me!"

            "Why, what a sweet leetle gal. What's wrong, honey?"

            "I'm lost, and scairt o' the wild animals!"

            "Aw! Well, you jest come inside with me. You'll stay with us tonight, and tomorrer, one o' my sons kin fetch you to Volusia, the nearest town."

            "Thank you, Ma'am. You say you have sons?"

            "Shore do. Six of 'em."

            "Oh my goodness! Well, I ain't seed any young uns."

            The older woman smiled. "They's growed. They's men."

            "Oh." Jessica fidgeted nervously.

            "What's wrong, honey?" the woman eyed the girl.

            "Well, ...I don't wanta impose. I shouldn't stay."

            Mrs. Forrester smiled knowingly. "You ain't imposin'. And there ain't another house around here for four miles. But I know what's troublin' you. And I cain't say as I blame you. Purty leetle thing like you. And iffen you're as innocent as you seem, you will need a mite o' protectin'. Tell you what. We'll put Mr. Forrester in the spare room jest for tonight, and you'll sleep with me. Jest so's I kin keep an eye on you."

            Jessica was alarmed. "You think they'd harm me??"

            "Well. Not exactly. They'd not force you. Exactly. But my boys kin be a mite persuasive."

            Jessica shivered in fright.

            Mrs. Forrester was amused. "Don't worry, honey, we'll keep you innocent. Iffen you want," she added meaningfully.

            Jessica lowered her gaze self-consciously.

            The older woman ushered her into the house.

            She didn't have long to wait. The men came in right behind her.

            "I see what you mean," Jessica whispered, backing away from the door.

            "Well now," one drawled. "What have we here?"

            Mrs. Forrester answered him. "She's lost. I found her. Or she found me, dependin' on how you look at it. She's stayin' the night, and then we kin figger out where she belongs."

            The one who had spoken came close, reached for the girl's hand, and squeezed it gently. "What's your name, leetle gal?"

            "Jessica," she stammered, completely intimidated.

            "Well, now why don't you come over here and set on ol' Buck's lap?"

            Jessica tugged at her hand, trying to pull free.

            Mrs. Forrester clucked in amusement. "Hit don't take you long, do it, Buck?"

            Buck released her with exaggerated disappointment.

            The men all watched her openly. Jessica felt as if she were on display. She winced at the unnerving scrutiny.

            Another one strolled casually behind her. He put out a hand to pet her long soft hair. The pet continued down longer than the waist-length hair.

            Jessica squeaked in fright.

            The men chuckled.

            "Mill-wheel," Mrs. Forrester chided, "Leave her be."

            "Aw now, Ma!"

            "Don't you 'aw now' me. I know what you was doin'. And worse, I know what you was thinkin'."

            Jessica regarded Mrs. Forrester in terror.

            "That's all right, honey; you come over here by me. Jest stay close to me."

            Jessica backed away from Buck and Mill-wheel, her eyes darting from one to the other in fear. Standing near to where Mrs. Forrester was working made her feel a bit better, but the steady stare of all six men upon her was more terrifying than she could have imagined. Their stares were unabashedly suggestive in nature. Their frank, sexual eyes undressed her and caressed her from across the room.

            Jessica whimpered.

            Without even turning from the hearth, Mrs. Forrester fussed, "Quit tormentin' her, all o' you."

            "We ain't goed near her!" one protested.

            "Don't give me that, Arch. I know what you-all're doin'."

            "Nobody ain't laid a finger on her!" another one insisted.

            "Not a finger, Pack, jest two eyeballs."

            The men chuckled good-naturedly, in admission.

            One man asked in feigned innocence, "Where's she gonna sleep tonight? Fodder-wing's room?"

            "No, I'm puttin' your pa in there. She'll sleep with me, Lem."

            Their faces fell.

            "That shut 'em up," Mrs. Forrester confided to Jessica with a chuckle. To her sons, she went on, "That-a-way, you-all won't wake me up, fallin' over each other in the hall, tryin' to git to the spare room."

            "Ma! Us?"

            "Oh, stow it, Gabby. The only reason I'm safe here is 'cause I'm your ma, and 'cause I'm old."

            The men laughed and nodded in easygoing admission of her point.

            Jessica tried to relax a little in their obvious good humor.

            Buck caught her eye and blew her a kiss.

            She tensed all over again and lowered her eyes. But try as she might, she could not resist looking up at them again after a moment.

            Seeing that, Lem promptly traced an hourglass figure in the air with his hands. Mill-wheel made a caressing motion. Buck pantomimed a warm embrace.

            Jessica emitted a little cry, and reached toward their mother.

            The latter, her back still to the men, advised, "Well, don't look at 'em, Jessica. Jest ignore 'em."

            Obediently, the girl turned her back on them. But the magnetic pull of their eyes was irresistible. Involuntarily, her eyes returned to theirs again. They grinned broadly in appreciation of their obvious effect on her. She shuddered.

            The evening meal was an epic event. Each man found that if he strained at the right angle, he could extend an unbooted foot and stroke Jessica's leg. The first time that it happened, she jumped in alarm.

            Mrs. Forrester eyed her. "I missed that un. What'd they do?"

            "Nothin'. It's all right."

            Mrs. Forrester regarded her in suspicion.

            Now that Jessica had covered for the men, her legs were never left alone. The area under the table became a free-for-all of colliding legs, as each man jockeyed for a position on one of the available feminine legs. At one moment, the wrong feminine leg was reached, as Gabby misjudged his aim and gave his mother, who was sitting next to the visitor, an unexpected caress. Gabby never did realize what he'd done, but now Mrs. Forrester knew what the men were up to, and she nodded slowly and unnoticed at the revelation that this implied. Inevitably, the young stranger was softening to the advances of her irresistible sons. Mrs. Forrester began to be glad that she had not yet informed Mr. Forrester of the change in sleeping arrangements. The way that things were going, she would not need to do so.

            Later in the evening, Mrs. Forrester was busy with tasks, her back again to the room. Jessica could have hovered safely by her hostess' protective side. But she chose not to, her legs still tingling from the numerous caresses. The tingly sensation seemed to flow up her legs and into her genitals, urging her legs to clench and unclench in response. Inventing an excuse to cross to the men's side of the room, she feigned an absorbing interest in the display of rifles hanging on the wall. Predictably, hands reached out to her from a variety of directions as soon as she was within range. Pack and Gabby each squeezed a buttock, Lem seized her genitals, Arch and Mill-wheel each grabbed a breast, and Buck's mouth found hers in a hungry kiss as his hands enveloped her head.

            Buck smothered Jessica's scream, so that it came out in a muffled cry.

            Mrs. Forrester whirled and yelled, "Hands off!"

            Released from six directions simultaneously, Jessica staggered backward away from them in shock. She drew protective arms across her chest, and stared at the men in horror.

            Mrs. Forrester observed her drily, "I wa'n't sure you wanted I should rescue you."

            "What...what do you mean?" the girl asked shakily.

            "I think you know. You best be decidin' which-a-way you want things and stick to it, or you'll be in big trouble."

            "You mean they'll hurt me?!"

            "I mean," she explained with exaggerated patience, "that iffen you keep teasin' my boys this-a-way, there'll be hell to pay."

            Thoroughly chastened, Jessica faltered, "I didn't mean nothin'. I..I guess it was jest fun to flirt with 'em a leetle."

            "Well, fine, iffen you don't mind the consequences. But iffen you keep that up, I'll not be able to protect you much longer."

            "I'm sorry," Jessica said mournfully, in shame and embarrassment.

            Mrs. Forrester was startled. "Don't be. I ain't riled. I'd not blame you. Accept one of 'em iffen you want. Or more'n one. All I'm sayin' is you gotta stop sendin' 'em mixed signals that-a-way. Make up your mind."

            "Yes'm," she said, completely chastised. She retreated to the little three-legged stool that had been Fodder-wing's, not far from Mrs. Forrester. She smoothed her full skirt to cover her legs, which she kept tightly together, wrapped her arms around those legs to conceal her chest against them, and hunched her chin almost onto her knees. She sat thus, immobile, for some time.

            Then, she dared a sideways glance at the men. They looked back at her sadly. Their mournful expressions hurt her, disappointed her. However frightening, their lustful looks had fascinated her. Those looks had made her legs squeeze her genitals insistently, and had made her swell her chest to thrust her breasts bravely outward. She began to contemplate thrusting her breasts out to them, or opening her legs to them. She tried to imagine the touch of their fingers on her most delicate, special places. She tried to envision what such a touch would be like from the fleeting example that she had received in that mad scene across the room. Her brief brush with their hands had not been enough to create a vivid image of what intimacy with them would be like, however invigorating it had been. She needed more. She needed....

            "Jessica?" Mrs. Forrester broke into her reverie.

            The girl started violently, and looked guiltily up at their mother.

            The older woman was amused. "Well, now, I know that look, don't I? That's likely the same look I recollect I had on my face when I first come here and met their pa and their Uncle Cotton."

            "Wh...what?"

            "Now I jest wonder whether you'll do what I done that night or not."

            "I don't understand."

            "Course hit was a mite easier on me than 'twould be for you, seein' as how they was only two of 'em. You'd have six to deal with."

            "Ma'am?"

            "Oh well. Anyways, I'm goin' to bed, Jessica. You comin' with me? Or you stayin'?"

            Jessica's eyes raced back and forth between the men and her protector. Doubt filled her face.

            Encouraged, the men leaned forward and urged her.

            "We'll not hurt you."

            "We'll be gentle."

            "We'll make you feel good."

            "We'll love you real good."

            "Stay with us."

            "You'll see."

            Jessica looked at Mrs. Forrester, uncertain of how to tell her what she really wanted.

            But the older woman smiled. "That's an answer. Goodnight." she bent and kissed the girl on the forehead, and went to her room.

            Jessica looked at the men and they looked at her. She stood and unbuttoned her dress and dropped it to the floor. She slipped her panties down and stepped out of them. She thrust her breasts out as she had imagined. She spread herself for them as she'd dreamed of doing.

            The six Forrester men were out of their seats instantly and crossing the room to her. Hands were everywhere on those necessary special places. Someone picked her up and put her on the floor. Fingers probed expertly. Her explosive climax caught the man's arm between her legs. He and the other men laughed in appreciation as the explosion rocked her.

            "Stay with us. 'Stead o' leavin' tomorrer."

            "Oooh, yes!"