Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (5 page)

“
How did you surprise me
like that
?” she pressed. “Are you
alone?”

Emma
temporized, looking about for anything that might seem to
explain. “What’s that?” she point
ed
.

The stranger turned to
regard a distant sweep of the embankment where a solitary
vessel
drifted
,
trapped by a
standing
eddy
. A bedboat. She
lunged
off
without looking back.

Emma lost no time deciding whether to follow
the faster, expediently dispassionate woman.

“
Wait!”

The stranger reached the
craft just ahead of the nearest
complement
of skulks, now
howling
with
mean
intent
,
strong bodies
aroused
with
unsavory
desires,
roiling the water to a chop
in their haste
. Five of them, Emma saw, and
more
would arrive soon
.

The other woman had already
limbered herself
o
nto the bedboat, and Emma clambered in after her.

“
Oars!” spat the
stranger,
rising to survey the disposition
of men about their vessel.
Emma found one
next to the headboard cabinets, dug another out from under the
mattress. Her partner snatched this and faced the nearest
skulks,
long
legs
flexed deeply on the mattress for balance, feet stamping a tumult
of pink bedsheets.

“
Start paddling,” she
hissed, leveling the oar to a menacing
presentation
.

The first men were reaching
for the prow
, pulling themselves up,
and Emma watched in astonishment as her associate
thrust the oar with wild force, shoving the boldest encroacher away
as he
groped avariciously about her
thighs,
repelling him back into the
lake
.

T
he
weapon moved again,
ramming another
on the chest
to
send him reeling
off the
boat, erection wagging in frenzied admonishment.
The stranger sensed her paralysis.

“
Get us out of
here
!
Row!
“

Emma, who was only
modestly
capable
with an oar, commenced a manic
paddling
, roused by the prospect of
escape. She managed to elude the advances of the
men
ranged about the craft
by shifting sides as needed, though
it made
navigating in a straight line almost impossible
.

“
Get somewhere, you
slipper!” the stranger screamed, lofting the drenched bedspread
with a lightning-fast kick to envelop multiple skulks. Blinded by
this clinging adversary they flailed about in confusion,
vaingloriously pummeling one another, to careen off the other side
of the boat on a savage, lateral motivation of her oar.

The boat pitched wildly as
another trio of
men
clambered up the headboard
cabinets
behind Emma, shouting
triumphantly, and
she realized that
her partner, already
contending with
several
more,
w
ould not respond in time. Emma
contained her panic
,
t
ried
for a moment
to ignore the shouting, grasping invasions of the skulks, now
constant enough to be overwhelm
ing
.

“
Fuck!” the other woman
shrieked, hysterical now. “We’re–

Emma
found a daring then she
could
not have
imagined
, rose and swung the oar with
all force, connecting spectacularly with the closest skulk, a
brutal impact to the nose. As with any weapon, the oar could
ultimately deliver no more than a hard slap, and the skulk shook
its head and vaulted onto the cabinets with a sneer, menacing her
with both hands and a taut boner weaving pugilistically about—a
distractingly outsized organ that beguiled the eye, confusing her
defense.

“
Use it for leverage!” her
partner railed. “Push!”

Emma desperately shifted
tactics. Jabbing upward, she caught the skulk on its
belly and
shoved with
brutal force, feet driven deep into the mattress. Unlimbered by her
strong thighs, he was toppled
onto
his partners, and they wobbled back into the lake
thundering incomprehensibilities
.

“
Ever going need what ended
too!”

There was no time to savor the victory.
Another trio was already rising to confront her at the left. One
pinched her closer nipple with a deft movement and Emma hissed in
outrage at this mean gambit, rewarded his boldness with a merciless
flurry of head kicks. But his nearest conspirator lurched inward
and got her in an armlock and managed to turn her over, pushing her
face into the mattress.

“
Fuck you skulk!” she
maniacally screeched into the sheets and took advantage of his
limited leverage—obtained only from an ungainly abdominal fold
halfway over the side of the bedboat—to reach around and
spastically spank at his testicles till he released her and slipped
back into the froth.

“
Then to hide said be
who!”

Up front the stranger
employed the oar with
numb
precision on a procession of
invaders
, and for a breathless, deafening
interval they fought together, shoving and sweeping and prying
skulks to leave
a ragged trail of them
behind the bedboat,
treading in sullen
astonishment
.

Suddenly it was over.

Emma closed her eyes for a moment in the
surreal calm that returned. Beneath her own heaving respiration she
could hear the softly woven voice of the lake, the system of its
being.

The stranger sat, began to
paddle with exhausted
determination
. Emma joined her,
grunting as the oar bit deep. They straightened their zigzag course
to ply for the
exit she had selected,
caught a tendril
of its flow and
were soon drawn along
by
it. The
skulks—a dox or trix in
number—glared in disbelief
behind
them
,
exhausted
and irked
but not defeated. O
ne
rubb
ed
its
nose
in painful retrospection of their
meeting
as they
dwindled
from
view
.

Emma
splashed
on in a kind of mania,
desperate to discover where the river was taking them. But her
attention was soon arrested by the sight of a
lone
man on the right bank, staring at
them with insolent interest from the comfort of an easy
chair
.

“
Look!” said her partner,
and in the depths behind him Emma saw a line of seated women. About
them were littered the trappings of a
pleasure parlor
, presently vacant
of
callers
.

As they approached, the man
stood without hurry, reckoning the
difficulty
of
acquiring them with a calculating leer.
Emma saw his penis stir, balefully saluting their
desirability. Her companion muttered something
she didn’t catch, but Emma detected uncertainty in her tone.
Their eyes locked in mutual estimation, then the taller woman
looked away timidly, a reaction that was deeply unnatural to her,
Emma decided. She might have accepted this tacit signal to withdraw
but for a sudden intuition that no friendship with this proud
creature would develop from a compromised beginning.

“
Pull over,” she
directed,
straightening to whatever
fate
required
.
After a moment the other woman yielded to her choice, and the
bedboat slipped to the side of the channel. They shifted their
weight to the rear at the last moment, easing the prow up onto the
bank. Emma grabbed an oar and stepped off the vessel.

The
y
cautiously approached the
skulk.
He was big, taller than her new
friend and far more muscular—a hunky blond villain she would rather
have flirted with, things being otherwise.

He
stared
, dumbfounded by their
audacity, then shook his head and stepped
decisively for them.
Terror came and went
in Emma, deflected by a comprehensive exhaustion, and
s
uddenly
she was
screaming
.

“
Whaaaaa!”

T
hey
lurched toward their adversary, oar braced wide between
them,
and the skulk backpedaled in
surprise, unable to summon the fortifying psychology of a
group.

He
starting yelling, a furious nonsense of words, flailed back in
alarm and tripped on
his
chair. They accelerated straight for him and he
scrabbl
ed
away on
hands and knees
, testicles jouncing between
his clambering thighs as t
hey chased him
off, shrieking random imprecations.

“
Fuck off,
skulk!”

“
Scram you asshole! Beat
it!”

He
skidded
down the embankment howling
for his
comrades, splashed into the stream
and swam away upstream, vanquished
by
boldness
alone.

Numbly exultant, they
returned to the parlor, breathing hard.
The
women there were seated in sumptuously gilt and padded chairs, each
with a round pink rug situated before it, symbolically provided for
their delicate knees as they accommodated customers sitting for
service.
Emma winced at the
si
ght
of their
rouged and ready
lips,
well-exercised
by
the
frequent
ingress of lusty skulk cocks
.

“
What’s the deal?” her
friend
anxiously demanded, looking in vain
for cuffs or collars
. She fell silent when
it was obvious the women were not secured in any
fashion.

“
The skulks catch’em at
first, bring the best ones here. But after a while they return for
their own reasons,” Emma tried to explain, blushing
painfully.

She moved to the rightmost woman in the
lineup, by convention the prettiest and best skilled, faced a
tense-looking blond, unquestionably alluring to skulks with her
glinting nipple clamps and full, liquid lips. Emma knew from
experience how hard it was to rule the rank even in a tiny parlor
like this, guessed the woman had an expert oral regimen to match
her beauty.

“
Get up!” she commanded, to
no result.

“
You’re free! No more
sucking! Let’s go!” her partner shouted. Still there was
response.

“
We have to push the chairs
around,” she hurriedly decided.

“
What?”

“
Scatter them!” Emma
demonstrated by dragging a chair out of position, precipitating an
immediate apprehension among the parlor women.

“
Move it! Get up, you
slippers!” her ally shrilled, hauling at another chair. The women
muttered in agitation, began to rise in confusion as the hierarchy
loosened.

From upstream a frenzy
of
muttering issued
into the
channel
. Emma turned
to
witness
a large complement of
skulks, swimming
at full
speed
on the current
toward their position.

“
Let’s go!” her partner
shouted and swung the oar, finding the backside of a slipper,
who
wailed,
lurching
toward the
bank
.

“
Into the boat!” Emma
instructed, and t
he women were forcibly
driven there to tumble on the
mattress
.

Her new friend pushed off,
tried to accelerate with a spastic application of an oar, but the
vessel moved sluggishly,
badly overloaded
and taking water as it pitched about. Emma slumped in exhaustion,
knowing her contribution would be meaningless.

There was time for a final regret, and she
met her partner’s haggard gaze, wondering what might have been.