The Predator Ch. 09

Passion In James County VI: The Predator

Chapter nine

Before Mel Ott began taking advantage of her, Donna loved working at the McIntyre farm. Now she hated to go to work. Every day she was afraid Mel would make more demands for sex, demands she knew she had no choice but to comply with. She couldn't stay away from work because failure to go to work was a violation of her probation, and that would mean she'd go to jail. As horrible as what Mel was doing to her was, she was sure jail would be worse. Things had gotten so bad for the girl that she was growing more and more despondent every day.

"Good morning, Donna," Jennifer said when the girl walked into the barn. "Have you seen Mr. Ott yet?"

"Ah...no ma'am, I haven't," Donna replied.

"Well, I hope he gets here soon," Jennifer said. "I have to run over to Beaverton to get some feed this morning and there are some things I want him to do while I'm gone."

Jennifer had been thinking for some time that hiring the surly man had been a mistake. Ott seemed to be late for work a lot and, although he didn't realize it, she'd noticed that he let Donna do most of the work. Maybe the best thing to do would be to fire him and find a new farm hand. Maybe she should hire a farm manager, someone who would free her of some of aspects of running the farm she didn't like.

"I'm going up to the house," Jennifer told Donna. "When Mr. Ott gets here, tell him I need to see him right away."

"Yes, ma'am," Donna said.

Mel swaggered into the barn about ten minutes later. He let his eyes roam over Donna, who was wearing a loose sweat shirt and jeans, and grinned. "Morning, sweetie," he said. "You're really lookin' good this morning."

"Mrs. McIntyre wants to see you," Donna said. "She's up in the house, in the office. She said I should tell you to come up right away."

"What the fuck does that bitch want now?" Mel grumbled. He turned and stomped out of the barn, headed for the house.

Jennifer heard the door open and heavy footfalls in the hallway, then Mel Ott appeared at the office door.

"You wanted to see me?" he said.

Jennifer noted that the man hadn't shaved, and that he kept his grubby baseball cap on in the house. It wasn't a big thing, but it was one more offensive thing about him she didn't particularly like. For the first time, she was aware there was something menacing about the man and she felt wary. She decided to let him stand.

"You're supposed to be at work at seven, Mr. Ott," she said.

"Yeah, I know," Mel replied, "but the car I got's a piece 'a shit. Sometimes it don't start. Like this morning."

Jennifer took a deep breath. That was it. She no longer wanted this man working for her. "Mr. Ott," she said, "Over the past few months, I've noticed there have been far too many mornings when your car wouldn't start. And ever since I hired Donna, I've noticed that she seems to be doing a lot more work around here than you are."

"Ah, look, ma'am," Mel said, "you gotta understand, there's a lot I do you don't see. I mean, you ain't around all the time, you know?"

Jennifer knew what she had to do. She pulled her checkbook out of the desk, then she picked up a pen and wrote out a check. She tore the check out of the checkbook, stood up, and handed Mel the check.

"What's this?" Mel asked, a little confused.

"That's a check covering your pay through today, plus a week's severance," Jennifer said. "I don't wish to employ you any longer, Mr. Ott. Please leave my farm immediately. If you don't leave, or if you return, I will call the sheriff and have you arrested for trespassing."

"What the fuck do you think you're doin'?" Mel growled, glaring at her. "You can't do this!"

"I can do it, and I have," Jennifer replied. She stepped back to her desk and put her hand on the phone. "Now please leave. Or I will call the sheriff, and you will be removed!"

"Aw, fuck!" Mel said. He turned and stomped out of the building.

Donna saw Mel come out of the house, his face bright red. She was scared. Whatever Mrs. McIntyre had done, it looked as if Mel was pissed. And if he was, he was liable to take it out on her. Her fears eased a bit when she saw that instead of heading for the barn, Mel was heading for his car. He got in the car, the engine started, then the car roared down the driveway, fishtailing and spraying gravel.

Donna still wasn't sure what was going on when Mrs. McIntyre came out of the house and started for the barn.

"Would you like to go along to Beaverton with me to pick up the feed, Donna?" Jennifer asked when she reached the barn.

"Ah...sure," Donna replied. "What happened to Mr. Ott? He looked really angry."

"I discharged him," Jennifer said as they walked toward the pickup truck. "I've been dissatisfied with his work for some time. I think I'm going to hire a farm manager, someone who will come to work on time and do their share of what needs to be done."

Donna breathed a silent sigh of relief. She wouldn't have to put up with Mel's harassment any more; at least not here at the farm. But would he let her alone away from the farm, or would he continue to torment her?

They climbed into the truck, Jennifer started the motor, and they headed down the driveway. "And don't worry, Donna," Jennifer said, "even if I do hire a manager, your job is secure. You can stay on as long as you like."

Mel drove away from the farm angrier than he'd ever been in his life. That rich bitch! Where did she get off, firing him? Who the fuck did she think she was? He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he was livid and he sure as hell was going to do something.

He wanted someone he could take his anger out on, and the first person he thought of was his ex-wife, Arlene. A cruel grin formed on his face as he turned his car toward his ex-wife's house.

Arlene sat alone in her house, enjoying pleasant memories of her night with William Atherton. Willie was such a good lover! She sighed and got up from the sofa, where she'd been sitting. She planned to get a bath, then go and do a little shopping.

Arlene started toward her bathroom and as she did, she heard a car pull into the driveway. Not sure who'd be stopping at this time of day, she started for the kitchen to check.

Mel got out of his car and started for his ex-wife's house, an erection beginning to swell in his grubby slacks as he thought about what he planned to do with his Arlene.

Arlene's spirits fell when she looked out the window and saw her ex-husband's ratty old car sitting in the driveway. "Nooooo!!!" she thought. She didn't know why Mel was there, but she didn't want him to be. Marrying him was the worst mistake she'd ever made in her life, a mistake she thought she'd corrected when she divorced him two years ago. He'd called her from time to time, but she hadn't seen him since the divorce. Now he was here, and he looked angry. Arlene shuddered. She knew only too well what Mel could be like when he was angry.

She went to meet Mel at the door, to tell him to leave. All she wanted was for him to leave as soon as possible.

"Hi, Arlene," Mel said when his ex-wife opened the door. "Been a long time, baby."

"Mel, I don't know why you're here, but you can't stay," Arlene said. "I've got things to do today."

Mel, wearing a cold smile, ignored her comment and walked by her into the kitchen. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. "You can do your fuckin' chores later," he said. "I been missing you and I figgered we could have us a little fun."

"No!!!" Arlene exclaimed. "You can't stay. You have to leave."

Smiling smugly, Mel walked over to where his ex-wife stood, trembling, next to the open kitchen door. "You don't really mean that," he said and pushed the door closed. "You don't really want me to leave, do you?"

"Mel, please," Arlene said, "If you don't leave, I'll..."

"You'll what?" Mel growled. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his mouth over hers.

Arlene struggled against her ex-husband, but he was too strong. She continued to push against him, but he easily overpowered her.

"See?" Mel said, taking his mouth from hers. "You want it as bad as I do."

"Noooo!!!" Arlene groaned. She didn't want to give in, but she didn't want to anger him, either. She recalled only too well the physical abuse she'd suffered at his hands when they were married. Then Mel grabbed her ass, pressed his crotch against her, and she felt his swollen cock. "Why is this happening?" she thought. "Why can't I get free of him?"

"Come on, baby," Mel said. He put his arm around her waist and lead her toward the stairs which led up to her bedroom. "We ain't done it in a while, so you're probably horny as hell. I bet you missed my cock, dincha?" He seized her breast and squeezed it roughly.

Arlene's legs were rubbery and she continued to offer no resistance as she accompanied her brutal ex-husband up the stairs to her bedroom.

The minute they were in the room, Mel dragged her sweatshirt over her head and threw it on the floor. "Yeah, baby," he said, "you're still lookin' real good! Damn, but you sure are one fine piece of ass! It's been so long I almost forgot what a prime piece you were!"

He opened Arlene's jeans and pushed them down. She tried to cover herself. She desperately wished she could figure out some way to stop Mel from doing the things he was planning to do, but knew she couldn't. If she resisted him, he'd beat her, and then have his way with her anyhow.

Mel fumbled with her bra clasp then, in frustration, he ripped the garment off. "That's better," he said. His hands moved to her exposed breasts, mauling them. "You sure got a helluva set of knockers. I gotta tell you, I don't think I ever seen any better ones."

As she suffered her ex-husband's crude caresses, Arlene tried to find some way of reducing the pain and humiliation she was feeling, something that would distract her, but nothing she tried made the pain and humiliation go away.

"I know you want me, baby," Mel grumbled, his voice filled with self-satisfaction. "You probably ain't had any good fuckin' since I dumped you. Come on, get on the bed and let's get down to business."

Holding onto Arlene's breasts, he steered her to the bed, then he pushed her down onto it. "That's better," he said.

Arlene felt relief when Mel's hands left her breasts, then his rough clothes were rubbing her bare skin as he lay on top of her. Wasn't he even going to take his clothes off?

Mel kissed her roughly then he reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his swollen cock. He fumbled with her undies then tore them roughly aside.

"Damn!" he chortled. "I forgot what a hot piece you are. I probably ought to stop by more often!" He positioned his swollen shaft at her unlubricated opening then he drove it into her.

The pain of Mel's abrupt entrance forced the breath from Arlene. She couldn't think, all she could do was feel overwhelming pain. She bit her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd hurt her. Then he began to move and waves of pain spread through her body.

"Yeah!! Yeah!!!" Mel groaned as he pounded into her. He'd forgotten how tight her cunt was. Fucking her felt real good.

Arlene bit her lip to keep from moaning. If she did, Mel would think she was enjoying what he was doing, and that would just encourage him. All she wanted was for him to get this over with as soon as possible and leave.

Before long, she felt his hot cream spurting into her. Then he stopped moving. "Thank God, he's done," Arlene thought, "Maybe now he'll go."

Mel's weight lifted from her as he got off the bed. Arlene looked up, hoping to see Mel's back. Instead she saw his leering face. He was taking his clothes off! He wasn't going to leave!

"Don't worry, honey, that was just an appetizer," Mel said. He laid down on the bed next to Arlene. "I'm not gonna leave until I've fucked you real good."

Arlene winced when he ripped the remnants of her panties off.

"There," Mel said. "I like it better when you're naked. Come on, baby, how about you give me a little head?"

Arlene couldn't move! The last thing she wanted was to have his disgusting cock in her mouth!

"Come on!" Mel's voice displayed his growing impatience, "You know you love suckin' me off."

"No...I...I..." Arlene stammered. She pulled away from him and tried to get out of bed.

"Dammit, bitch!" Mel yelled. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back down next to him. He rolled onto her chest and his cock flopped against her lips. "Go ahead, suck on my pecker for a while, then I'll fuck you a little more."

Arlene felt his cock pressing against her cheek and the brush of his coarse pubic hair against her chin.

"Come on, suck it, baby, I know you love it!" Mel muttered. He grabbed her hair and forced her face against his growing erection.

"Maybe..." Arlene thought, "if I do what he wants, he'll go and leave me alone." She licked the shaft uncertainly, tasting their combined juices.

"That's it!" Mel groaned.

"The sooner I get this over with," Arlene told herself, "the sooner he'll go." She took her ex-husband's organ in her mouth and began to lick and suck it. As she did, it swelled and grew. To her shame, as Mel's shaft grew, Arlene felt unwelcome feelings beginning to make themselves felt deep in her body. "Nooooooooooooo!" her tortured brain begged, "Don't let me get turned on!"

Unfortunately, her body betrayed her and, as her ex-husband's organ swelled, so did Arlene's passion.

Mel enjoyed the feelings his ex-wife's mouth was giving him so much he was almost tempted to come in her mouth. But he didn't. When his peak neared, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and flopped on his back on the bed. "Come on, honey, ride my fuck stick like you useta!" he rasped.

Arlene, now shaking with need, positioned her hips over his, guided his shaft to her aching vaginal lips, and slowly lowered herself onto him, hating the fact that his entry into her body felt good.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Mel murmured as he leered up at her. He grabbed her breasts and pinched the nipples between his thumbs and fingers. His hips rose off the bed, driving his cock up into her.

As Arlene rode him, she could feel the dreaded approach of orgasm as his turgid prong poked repeatedly into her. He was going to make her come! His fingers working on her nipples were painful, but somehow the pain was driving her toward release. She was out of control.

As she felt the first twinges of release, Arlene bit her lip to keep from crying out. Maybe, if he didn't think he was pleasing her... All rational thought left her mind as overpowering sensations of exhilaration coursed though her.

"Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Mel roared, as his spend coursed into Arlene's spasming body once more. "Damn, but you fuck good!! Son of a bitch!!!"

Spent, Arlene fell onto the bed next to her ex-husband. She felt used, betrayed, and cheap.

Mel patted one of her firm buttocks. "Goddamn, Arlene! You're one hell of a piece of ass, you know that?" he muttered. "I almost forgot what a good fuck you are."

Tears welled up in Arlene's eyes. Maybe now he'd go and leave her in peace. After all, she'd done everything he wanted her to.

"After I rest up a little," Mel said, "I'll show you a few more things you're gonna like."

Arlene put her hand to her mouth and continued to sob silently. Would this never end?

After a few minutes of rest, Mel ordered Arlene to get onto her knees and began fucking her doggy-style.

"I can't believe it!" Arlene thought as her ex-husband's cock hammered into her. At least she didn't have to look at his leering face. "I...I'm going to come again!! God, I hate him! And I hate my body for responding to him!"

Unfortunately for her, by forcing her to go down on him, Mel had unwittingly gained access to his ex-wife's passion. She bit her lip as, once again, she was flooded by delight and experienced release; release triggered by her ex-husband's driving cock.

Mel looked down and watched his ex-wife's body jolting as he slammed into her and smiled. Then he recalled that Jennifer McIntyre had fired him earlier that day. The thought angered him, and he increased the force of his thrusts, drawing a moan from Arlene.

"Yeah, honey!" Mel chortled, "I know you like it!" He kept poking into Arlene's warm, clutching cavern until at last he felt his spend boiling up inside him.

"Yeah!!! Yeah!!!!!! Here it comes again!!! Take itttt!!!!!!" he yelled. His hips moving wildly, Mel once again spewed his seed into his ex-wife.

His lust slaked, Mel pulled his cock out of Arlene, patted her on the bottom, and got off the bed. "Thanks, for the fuckin'," he said. "I know you probably don't want me to go, but I gotta get goin'. There's things I haveta to do."

He pulled his clothes back on then headed for the door. Before he left the room, he stopped, turned, and smiled. "What we done today was so good, I know you probably want more," he said. "If I got time, I'll give you a call tomorrow. Maybe we can do this again real soon."

"Nooooo!!!!" Arlene thought. What could she do? She was afraid to refuse him. Maybe...maybe if she wasn't home when he called...

She lay on her bed listening to Mel's footsteps going down the stairs. Then the kitchen door closed and she heard his car start. Only then did she allow herself to relax. He was finally gone!

She got out of her bed and started for the bathroom. What Mel had done with her had been physically and emotionally draining. Blended juices of sex oozed from her and trickled down her legs as she walked. It tickled, and that reminder of the humiliation her ex-husband had subjected her and made her cry.

She climbed into the shower and let water as hot as she could stand it pelt down on her. Desperately she tried to think of some way to escape Mel's influence, but she couldn't come up with a plan.

She got out of the shower, dried herself off, and re-dressed. She threw away the underwear she had on when Mel arrived. There was no point in keeping the destroyed garments. Then she headed downstairs, with tears still rolling down her cheeks.