Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Rhettxxoo@aol.com Subject: "Southern Hospitality" by Rhett Dreams, 9/10 [mf, crime drama] SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY by Rhett Dreams (c. 1996) Chapter Eight (cont.) She heard the sound of clothes being removed, then his hands were back on her ass. "I always thought about how you'd look without your clothes, Clarice. When you visited me in Baltimore. And how it would be to fuck you." She felt the head of his cock press into her sex, and ease forward inside her. After Trent's long cock, Lecter felt small to her as he settled in slowly until he was completely inside her, pressed up against her ass. "Tell me, Clarice, has Gene over there fucked you?" She hesitated for just a moment, recalling his uncanny ability to sense any lie. "Yes, he has." "Do you love him?" he asked, stroking his cock back and forth, his hands caressing her back, ass and thighs. "I do." He was silent for several minutes. Starling wished he would finish soon so she could call for help and tend Myers. Then she thought about the fact that she was unprotected, and that Lecter wasn't wearing a condom. Counting the days since her last period, she realized that she was very likely ovulating. "Damn," she muttered. "What was that, Clarice?" "I'm not on the pill, Doctor Lecter. Could you... would you pull out when you're ready to cum." "That wasn't part of our deal," he said, moving more quickly now, driving his hips into her ass. "I want to cum inside you." She thought for a moment and said, "A trade then. Quid pro quo. Why don't you fuck my ass and cum there, inside me." "Why, Clarice!" he said, surprised. He let his strokes slow and his hands slide to her ass and parted her cheeks. "Has he fucked you there? Gene, I mean." "Yes." "Did you like it, Clarice?" "Um, well, yes." She felt his cock slip out of her sex a finger dip into her wetness before he brought it up and pushed into her ass. "Did you have an orgasm?" he asked, pushing the digit deep. "Yes," she admitted. His finger fucked back and forth for a few more moments before he pulled it out and positioned his cock at her rosette. She pushed back as best she could as he pressed forward, and she winced as his cock popped past her sphincter and into her ass. He worked his cock slowly inside her until she was completely corked. Although much thinner than Gene, he was also lubricated only by the juices from her cunt, and she breathed though each stroke until the discomfort faded. "Will you cum for me, Clarice?" he said and she felt his hands at her sex, probing and finding her clit. "Ohhh," she moaned as he rubbed her clit under his thumb in small circles and drove his cock back and forth in her ass. Well past embarrassment now, she closed her eyes and let the sensations coming from her ass and cunt build and build. "Now, Clarice!" she heard him cry a minute later and felt his cock throb in her ass, releasing his cum. She let her orgasm go, moaning as her climax washed through her body. - o - Clarice Starling and Nora Myers waited impatiently while the surgeons operated on Gene Myers. Only later, after hearing the news that he should recover completely, did Starling agree to having her ankle treated and a cast applied. Throughout the next day, each took turns sitting next to Gene's bed as he recovered from the shock of his wound and the surgery. The Bureau had responded immediately when Starling's call had come in, routed from Trent's cruiser to the night deputy and from there to FBI headquarters. An ambulance was dispatched for Myers and a special team led by Agent Quinn was flown in from New Orleans in a chopper. Starling had just enough time to hop back downstairs and struggle into her clothes before the local cops arrived. After a hurried call to the Mississippi Attorney General, the authorities agreed to keep Trent's death and the reappearance of Hannibal Lecter out of the press for as long as possible. A check of Trent's phone records for clues as to the missing people found fifteen calls to a number in San Antonio, that proved to be a Mexican restaurant owned and operated by a respected local businessman named Manuel Rodrigues. Agent Quinn flew to Texas the next morning and arranged for twenty-four hour surveillance on the restaurant and it's owner. The bust happened three days later, just before dawn, an hour after they had seen a panel van pull behind the restaurant and the driver and one of Rodrigues's men unload the human cargo. They found two girls in a basement lock-up, both runaways from Oklahoma City. Rodrigues was picked up at his home but refused to say anything when he was brought into custody, or after consulting with his lawyer. Quinn and the San Antonio police had no flexibility, and little inclination, to strike any kind of deal with someone who had sold dozens of people into slavery. But they did place under arrest two accomplices of Rodrigues and offered immunity to the more knowledgeable of the two. In exchange for his testimony and detailed reports of the operation, they agreed to place the man in the Federal Witness Protection program. Quinn flew back to Washington and consulted with the FBI director and the Attorney General, who contacted her counterpart in Mexico City. In cooperation with an elite strike force of the Mexican National Police, and Interpol, Quinn was able to penetrate two international dealers in human slaves. The operation still continued, seven weeks later, but they were able to find and return twenty-eight girls, boys and adults, including Bethany Albert. Her sale was traced to an exclusive brothel in the hills above Mexico City, and she was found after a surprise raid by the National Police. Quinn flew down himself to bring her back, carrying with him a hand-written note from Clarice Starling. "You tell Clarice that I'm alive," she said after reading the note. "I survived this nightmare. I survived!" Quinn held Beth Albert as she broke down and cried for the first time since being found, her head buried on his shoulder. He waited until she was done, then used his handkerchief to clean her tear-streaked face. "You can tell her yourself in a couple of days," he said gently. - o - Clarice Starling looked up from the file she was reading to see Crawford standing inside her door, a smile on his face. He'd just returned from Arkansas where the Bureau and local police had arrested the "Little Rock Rapist", a thirty-eight year old Catholic priest. It had been Starling who first suggested that the perp might be a clergyman after reading the psychiatric evaluation of the man they sought. "It's nice to go out with a win," he said after sitting himself down in the chair that faced her desk and putting his feet up on the corner of her desk. Crawford had postponed his retirement twice already but the Director had insisted that he not postpone it again. His going-away party would be held in three days and would be attended by all the bureau brass, the attorney general and many of her staff, and many others inside and outside the law enforcement community. "I'm going to miss you, Jack," she said. "It's not going to be the same without you." "You'll get along fine with Franklin," he said, referring to the man who would replace him as Behavioral Science Section Chief. "Sam damn well knows that you're the best I have." Starling smiled. It wasn't often that Jack Crawford handed out compliments, and he would never say something he didn't believe. "Oh... Jack, I need to take some time off." "Sure. Hell, you've got a lot of time coming to you. How long? When?" "Six weeks ought to do it," she said. "Right after your party." He whistled. "I should clear this with Sam Franklin. What's up, Starling?" "I decided yesterday, as they were talking that damn cast off my ankle, that I'm getting married," she said, deadpan. "Also, that I deserve a nice long honeymoon." Crawford's feet fell off the desk and he sat up in his chair, his mouth open. "Starling!" he said, after waiting a few moments for her to continue. "Who?" "Gene Myers," she said, enjoying the surprise on his face. "Starling, are you nuts! You can't marry another Bureau agent---its against policy. A very good policy, I might add." "We'll work something out," she said, smiling at her boss. "Gene's got twenty years in and maybe he'll be willing to try something new. Or me. I haven't told him yet, of course, so don't go blabbing anything." "You haven't *told* him," said Crawford. "You're awfully sure of yourself, Starling." "Hmmm. Maybe. I'm also awfully sure that you will agree to come down to New Orleans and "give me away" to Gene." She flipped a page on her calendar and said with exaggerated casualness, "How does a week from Saturday work for you?" Crawford rose from his chair and walked around her desk, motioning with his hands for her to stand up. When she rose he pulled her into his chest and hugged her tightly. "I would be honored," he said softly, his eyes suddenly wet. Chapter Nine Sweat poured down the torso of the man as he urged the ox forward. The ropes pulled taught behind the animal, straining against the stump that slowly gave up its grip on the earth and pulled free. The man pulled off his big floppy hat and ran his hand over his bald head while his eyes surveyed the field that he had slowly reclaimed from the forest. His eyes noted the neat rows of tomatoes, peppers, beans, the fruit trees and other plantings. At the opposite end of the field he saw the two girls working in tandem, planting turnips in the freshly turned soil. His lips curved into a slight smile as he watched them work, hearing in the slight breeze the music of their chatter but not the words which he knew would be a barely intelligible mixture of Spanish and their native Indian tongue. They were dressed as he, wearing only shorts and a hat to shade their faces, and their small brown breasts swayed as they toiled. The younger girl, Maria, looked up and saw him looking in their direction. She waved at him and then nodded her head when he held his hand up, the fingers spread to indicate five minutes. He replaced his hat and walked through a copse of trees and into another smaller clearing. The log cabin he approached had been made from the trees that used to populate the field he just left. On the front porch he paused and took in the view of the sheltered cove below, the dock and his twenty-eight foot boat. He walked to the left of the house and stripped off his shorts, the white cheeks of his ass in sharp contrast to his deeply tanned body. He pulled a chain and stepped into the spray of the shower, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the cool water. Holding his head back he let the water splash against his face and swallowed the sweat spring water that filled his mouth. After soaping and rinsing his body he turned off the water and dried himself off. "Cena, Senor?" He turned and saw that the younger of the two girls had arrived from the field, and was kicking off her crude sandals. "Si. Lavar." he said. She shimmied out of her shorts and took his place in the outdoor shower, and he felt his cock respond as he watched her hands soap up her firm young body. Smiling to himself, he turned and strolled back to the front porch, noticing the older girl down on the dock below, pulling the trap from the water that would contain shellfish for their evening meal. The cabin he entered was one large room with a bed at one end and a crude kitchen at the other. The kitchen contained a stove and a sink, two cabinets with a broad bookcase with open shelves. A small desk in the corner was cluttered with psychiatric journals and a short-wave radio. After filling a large pot with water, he lit a burner on the propane stove and set the pot on top. With this set up the man sat down at the table, still nude from his shower, and thought about his current good fortune. Hannibal Lecter had led an almost sexless existence for as long as he could remember, finding the trials of the mating dance tedious, beneath his intellect and dignity. But when he had returned from the States seven weeks ago, he couldn't get the memory of fucking Clarice Starling out of his mind. He had sailed there to purchase a supply of specialty pesticides and herbicides that were not available locally. He had learned the previous year, after losing most of his meager crop to dear, insects and rodents, that farming was a lot more than reclaiming the land from the forest. He had more than enough money to buy the food and supplies that he needed but he was reluctant to draw attention to himself by spending it. And after spending seven years in a window-less cell at the asylum, he took great joy in working the land. Ever since his return, however, it had been difficult to concentrate on the chores of his simple but enjoyable existence. Starling was always on his mind... her firm breasts in his hands... her legs and ass. Her cunt had felt delightful, tight and warm as he fucked his cock in and out, enjoying his first woman in over a decade. But it was the feeling of her much tighter ass gripping his cock so tightly that kept returning to his mind. Seven days after his return he finally gave in to his urges and concocted a plan to get himself a woman. He rode his horse to the small Honduras village nearby and purchased three sturdy burros, bargaining more than was necessary lest the locals think him a wealthy target. He went from there into the hills, the animals tethered in a row behind his horse. The people of the hills lived a life little changed from their Myan ancestors of a thousand years ago. They tilled the land, raised goats and sheep, hunted a little, and scratched out a simple existence. Lecter knew that the native Indians believed daughters more of a burden than a blessing, each requiring a dowry to the man who eventually married them. He went into the hills to find a man he had met over a year ago, who had a large family including many daughters. Intending to trade the burros for a girl, Lector was surprised when the Indian man proudly offered him any two of his six daughters in exchange for the beasts. He selected the two prettiest, Maria, age fourteen and Louisa, sixteen. Both were small, even for their age, but not atypical of their race. He was delighted at their developing bodies, dark eyes and ready smiles but was somewhat repulsed by their gamy smells. The night after returning was an eye-opening experience for Lecter. He used a combination of Spanish and sign language to communicate with the girls. They giggled and laughed when he prepared dinner, having never seen a man perform these womanly chores. After the simple meal, he took both girls outside to the shower and tried in vain to explain the purpose of soap and shampoo. Aside from an occasional swim in a pond or the ocean, neither girl had any grasp of the notion of bathing. He gave up on finding the right words for his instructions and instead stripped his clothes off and stepped under the shower. He used the bar of soap to lather his body, then rinsed off. He then stepped out of the shower and motioned for the older girl to take his place. In the end, he had to enter the shower with each girl in turn, showing them how to use the soap and washcloth, and how to shampoo their long black hair. His cock was fully erect by the time he finished with their showers, a fact not lost on the girls. Louisa was more fully developed that her younger sister, standing an inch or so over five feet, with smallish breasts up high on her chest and a womanly curve to her hips and ass. Maria was not even five feet tall, and her firm brown breasts and dark nipples seemed proportionally larger on her narrower frame. Her ass was small and tight. Neither girl had much body hair except for a small triangle of silky black hair above their virgin sex. Lecter brought the girls back inside and busied himself with showing them how to brush out and braid their long hair while he thought about how to proceed. Not expecting to bring home two girls, Lecter was unsure about how and when he might introduce one or both to the duties he longed for them to perform. The elder girl took charge, however, ordering her sister around in their native tongue, preparing a bed out of blankets for the younger girl at the foot of Lecter's large home- made bed. Once she had her sister in bed for the night, Louisa then placed a towel in the center of his bed and climbed into position, her head and shoulders on the bed, her ass sticking up in an unmistakable invitation. Lecter fucked her twice that night, first in the doggie position popular in most cultures and in nature, then in the missionary position. She bled very little when he first broke though her membrane, and came twice during their much lengthier, second course. Lecter learned that night and over the days that followed why virginity is so valued in many cultures. He took great pleasure in her awakening sexuality, the joy with which Louisa learned and performed new techniques to please him and her growing wonder at her own body's trilling reaction to his hands, mouth and cock. She willingly took his cock into her mouth and learned by watching his reaction how to excite him until he groaned and gushed into her warm eager mouth. The elder Louisa held herself as the wife of the house, and took sharp notice whenever she saw Lecter admiring or attending to the younger sister. Whenever she sensed Lecter's attention on Maria she became sharp to her sister and pouted at him. This all changed after the night he decided to introduce Louisa to anal sex. She was on the bed, expecting him to mount her doggie style, when she felt his finger enter her ass to apply a lubricating oil. She cried out and leapt from the bed, shaking her finger at him and speaking sharply in her native tongue. Lecter ignored her outburst, shrugged, and brought the younger sister from her makeshift bed to his. His intentions became clear as he climbed onto the bed himself and prepared to mount the girl, and Louisa cried out and attempted to separate the two. Lecter grabbed her wrists and got her under control, then calmly bound her wrists and tied her to the foot of the bed. Humiliated, the older sister had no choice but to watch Lecter fuck her virgin sister. He took her twice that night, finding Maria a willing and enthusiastic lover. In the morning, with Louisa still bound at the foot of the bed, he greased the younger girl's ass and fucked her there. He went very slowly, fingering the girl's cunt as he worked his cock in and out of her very tight ass, and they came together in a cacophony of groans and cries. After a day in the fields, showers and the evening meal, he again invited the younger girl to share his bed while the elder was relegated to the make-shift bed. After a lusty fuck he relaxed in bed with Maria curled up next to him, sleeping. After ten minutes he noticed Louisa rise and walk silently over to the dresser and retrieve the small jar of oil he had used on Maria that morning and tried to use with Louisa the night before. His cock started to recover as he watched her move across the dark room to the kitchen table, lift her leg onto a chair, and reach between her legs and up to apply the oil to her brown rosette. He gently rolled off the bed, and walked over to her. She titled her head back for a kiss, her black eyes looking for forgiveness. Lecter grabbed her roughly, turned her around, and pushed her over the edge of the table. With one hand on the girl's back, holding her face down on the table, he used his other to spank her ass for several long minutes. The sobbing girl stayed in position, bent over the table, as he greased himself and forced his cock up her virgin ass. He was not as gentle as with Maria, allowing her much less time to get used to his cock before he increased the tempo of his thrusts. Holding her braided hair in his hand like a leash, he sodomized the whimpering girl, driving his cock fully to the hilt with every brutal stroke. By the time he finally came in her tight hole he was slamming his hips into the groaning girl with great speed and she cried out in relief when she felt his hot cum blast her bowels. After this episode Lecter exercised his choice when evening came, alternating between the two girls and occasionally bringing both to his bed. The girls curried his favor with their work in the fields and around the house, and with their enthusiasm in bed. Thinking back on all this gave Lecter a tremendous erection. Maria came in from her shower and sat down across the table from him, humming to herself while she worked a brush through her ass-length black hair. His eyes dropped from her guileless face to her firm brown mounds and the chocolate colored nubs at the tips, and he decided that food could wait. When he rose and the girl saw the stiff cock bob as he approached, she set the brush down and turned toward him. His fingers combed into her still damp hair and he pulled her head toward his rod, savoring the sight of her lips parting to take his white shaft inside. His hands directed the action, and the girl concentrated her efforts on sucking his cock and tonguing the head while he slowly fucked her face. Louisa entered the cabin several minutes later, fresh from her shower, and Lecter was pleased to see no sign on her lovely face of the jealousy of the past. She smiled at Lecter and noticed his eyes follow her as she walked to the kitchen sink and set her basket of shrimp in the sink. When she turned back, she saw him watching her closely, his eyes traveling down her nude body as he pulled her sister's mouth back and forth on his cock. "Aqui," he said and the elder girl approached. He extracted his fingers from Maria's hair and the younger girl took over control, rocking her head back and forth as she sucked and licked his cock. Lecter pulled the other girl next to him and he leaned over to kiss her, driving his tongue deeply into her mouth while his hands caressed her body. Her nipples hardened rapidly under his fingers and she moaned into his mouth when he gently pulled and twisted the sensitive nubs. His other hand traced a line down her back and cupped the firm round mounds of her ass. Breaking the kiss he looked into her dark eyes while his fingers slipped purposefully down the crack of her ass. Finding the crinkled texture of her rosebud, he rubbed one finger in small circles for several moments before forcing the digit inside. Her lips parted as he wormed it inside and her tongue emerged to wet her lips. "Prepare yourself, my child," he said and her dark eyes flashed with understanding and passion. He removed his finger and watched as Louisa retrieved the oil, coated a finger, and pushed it deep up her ass. While she was preparing herself, he pulled the younger girl off his cock and up, and kissed her long and hard, his hands caressing the smaller, tighter body. "Gracias, Maria," he said. Selecting a chair with arms, he sat down and motioned for Louisa to approach. She came to him, and turned as he directed, and he lifted her up into his lap. Planting her feet on the edges of the chair, outside his thighs, she squatted and then lowered herself until she felt the slick head of his cock against her anus. Groaning pleasantly, she slowly let herself down, impaling her ass on his cock. "Ahhhhhh," she intoned as his cock filled her slowly until she was completely corked. Lecter's hands reached around and played with her breasts and cunt while the girl pushed against the arms of the chair to raise herself up and then let gravity force herself down on his cock. After several minutes of this, Lecter stop ped the girl, holding her in his lap. He rose to his feet and carried the girl with him to the bed. After positioning the still-corked girl and himself in the middle of the bed, he called for Maria. The sodomy continued with the younger girl behind Lecter, her breasts and their hard nubs pressed into his back, while he fucked his cock at a steady pace in the older girl's exquisitely tight canal. Louisa had one hand between her legs, rubbing her sensitive clit, and was moaning in pleasure at the powerfully erotic sensations coming from both holes. Maria had one arm wrapped around Lecter, her small fingers caressing his chest and nipples, while she rocked into him with the same cadence as his movements. Her other hand was between Lecter's white cheeks, two fingers fucking in and out of his ass. "Oh Yes" moaned Lecter when he finally gave up on holding back his release and felt his balls tighten in preparation. He heard the cries of Louisa as his cock blasted jet after jet of cum into her depths, as she too came. "Thank you, Clarice," he thought to himself as he emptied his balls in the girl. -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)