NOTE: This is part of a multi-chapter story of which there are forty chapters plus an epilogue. An uncompleted version of this story appeared here at Literotica a few years ago in case it looks familiar to you. The story has been revised and completed. Chapters 37 - 40 and the epilogue are all new material.
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It was dark now as Richard drove back down the desolate road that led to Hesperia and the freeway. Neither he nor Rebekah spoke as the car surged through the darkness. Eventually, when Richard rested his right arm on the console between them, Rebekah reach over and clasped his hand tightly, almost unconsciously, as she continued to be lost in her thoughts, looking out the window, with the darkened desert terrain blurring past as they sped through the night.
When they got to the freeway, Richard stopped at one of the ubiquitous fast-food joints that lined the main highway on both sides of the exits. Richard tried to encourage Rebekah to eat something, but her stomach and mind were both wound too tightly to even think of food. Within a matter of minutes, they were back in the car and making their way up and over the Cajon Pass, on their way back to Encino.
It was not long before Rebekah began to nod off. Rebekah had Richard's hand again and would occasionally squeeze it a bit tighter. As Richard looked over, he could see that she was sleepy. "Why don't you lower your seat back and try to rest. This could be a long night. The switch is on the side of your seat."
After fumbling to find the right switch, Rebekah was eventually able to recline her seat and she quickly drifted off to sleep. After she had been asleep for about 15 minutes, Richard looked over at Rebekah and he could see that although she was sleeping, it was a fitful sleep.
Rebekah was moaning and thrashing around in the seat next to him, obviously in the grips of an intense dream.
As Rebekah dreamed, she was reliving the images she had seen on the DVD back at her mother's house in the black room, but it was she who was being shackled and ravaged by her uncle and the other men. It was she who was being repeatedly penetrated from the front and behind, and sometimes both at once. It was her that was sucking cock after cock and who had semen dripping out of her mouth and down her face.
As Rebekah continued to thrash around in the seat, occasionally lifting her ass in the air, her white smock kept ridding up on her until Richard would see a hint of her hairy blonde bush and the wet pinkness of her engorged labia.
Rebekah's dream intensified with each passing minute as she crossed over farther into her dream world. Eventually, Rebecca's other hand found her now exposed pussy as she began to stroke herself with her right hand, lifting her ass in the air to meet each thrust of her index finger as it sunk into her moist pink flesh to find her sweet spot.
Rebekah's smock had now ridden up around her waist and her lush bush and lily-white ass were completely exposed. Rebekah continued to grasp Richard's hand, but now more tightly, as the first throes of her orgasm swept over her body, intensifying as she lifted her ass high off the seat to meet her thrusting finger.
Richard was surprised that Rebekah never woke from her trance-like dream as she experienced what he thought had to be an intense orgasm. But eventually, the waves of pleasure receded from Rebekah's body and she let go of Richard's hand as she rolled over on her side, facing the window.
Rebekah was mostly quiet now, but she would still moan and sigh occasionally as her now bare ass continued to quiver on the seat next to him. Richard could see that Rebekah still had her fingers firmly planted in her wet pussy as she continued dreaming about things, she had been completely innocent about only hours ago, before she entered the black bedroom.
The traffic was thin this time of night as Richard whisked through Pasadena and crossed over to the 134. Once they had crossed over from the 101 in Pasadena, Richard reached over and pulled Rebekah's smock down to cover her ass. As he did, he could see that the seat next to him was sopping wet with Rebekah's juices as was most of the lower part of her white smock.
Richard smiled to himself, wondering if she had three of those God-awful things to wear. At this point, he thought, she might want to consider wearing panties. But as Richard thought about it some more, he decided that it was not worth the tradeoff of having that fresh young pussy hidden from view.
Maneuvering through the constant traffic that always seemed to congest the interchange at the 101, Richard decided he had better get his mind off young pussy and focus on his driving. They would be home in a few minutes.
Richard dialed the house on his cell phone and Lisa answered. "Hello, Richard?"
"Yes," said Richard in a low voice, not wanting to wake Rebekah yet. "I'm just about there. Are you both still up?"
"Of course," said Lisa smoothly. "We are waiting for you. Danielle tells me you are bringing us a house guest."
Richard thought intensely for a moment. It was not anything that Lisa had said that caught his attention, it was the way she said it, that made Richard's antenna go up. He just could not put his finger on it.
"Can you put Danielle on the line then?" said Richard finally.
"Certainly. Dany? Richard wants to speak to you," said Lisa as she handed the phone off.
"Hi! How did it go?" asked Danielle with intense interest.
"Rebekah is with me after all. The school wouldn't relent in their position. Something else has come up as well, but we can discuss it after I get there. Can you make sure the guest room is ready for Rebekah? She is really tired," said Richard, more for Rebekah's benefit than out of any desire to inform Danielle, who already knew the drill.
"As a matter of fact, she has been asleep all the way home," continued Richard, laying it on thick with feigned concern. "Poor thing, she has been having some really intense dreams."
Danielle got the picture. Richard could not say anything he did not want Rebekah to overhear.
"Got it, you can't talk. We'll be ready for you when you get here," said Danielle. "Is there anything we need to do?"
"Perhaps you could meet us at the car when I pull in and have a robe for Rebekah. All she is wearing is her white smock and I'm sure she will be cold in our chilly evening air. She has been dreaming so intensely, she seems to have broken out in a sweat," said Richard.
"OK, I've got the picture. She has been dreaming of sugar plum fairies, hasn't she?" said Danielle laughing softly.
"Yes indeed. Big ones," said Richard, trying to keep a straight face and not betray himself with a laugh. "We should be there in five minutes. I'm just at the base of the hill now."
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Danielle and Lisa were sitting naked on the couch in the living room, as she leaned over Lisa and put the phone back in the cradle.
