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RWS-188: The Girlfriend's Revenge - Book 1
By: Carl Van Marcus
http://whiteshadow.pornopartners.com
WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, do not read any further.
Copyright remains with the author and any copyright notices along with
last known contact information for the author is included if available.
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Chapter 1
Down on the smooth gleaming sand reflecting the soft shimmerings of
moonlight, the two figures of a boy and girl clad only in bathing suits
lay stretched out on a long orange beach blanket. Behind them was the
sound of booming surf, and up the dunes several yards away from them
the girl could see the silhouettes of several couples dancing to loud
music coming from a portable phonograph.
"No, Bob, you mustn't," the girl said, pulling away from the boy's
hands that were moving down over the top of her bikini and gently
fondling beneath the light nylon material that covered the girl's large
firm breasts.
"Damn it, Ellen, it's not as if we've just met each other, We're
practically engaged," Bob said, his voice rising in anger.
"I know, but something inside me says 'not yet'. As foolish as it may
sound, I still believe in keeping myself for you until after we are
married."
The youth lay back on the blanket and was silent for a minute. Ellen
could hear his deep breathing come heavily, and she looked down at his
face and smiled a deep warm smile.
"Listen, Bob, I love you," she said, grasping his hand for a moment,
then moving away as she sensed his strongly aroused body push against
the smooth tanned skin of her naked belly. "I want you to touch me, as
much as you want to, but I know it will make a difference. Now, do you
understand?"
"Yes, I guess I do," he said softly. "But there's no law that I can't
give it a try once in awhile. We have been going together for more than
a year, and a guy gets tired of waiting."
"I know it's hard, and maybe that will make what we have later on more
worth while."
Ellen knew that these words only angered her boyfriend further, but she
didn't know any other way to describe her strong feelings about it so
that he would understand. Purity, honor, and virginity - these were
words that she had been taught so thoroughly by her mother and father
to cherish. The girl knew it would be difficult for any boy to
understand her deeply rooted feelings, especially when her own parents
had divorced recently, going against the ideals they had so carefully
attempted to develop in their two children. She was excited by Bob's
closeness to her, and it was obvious that he knew it, but she just
couldn't give in to these emotions that were growing more and more
intense with each time he touched her.
Bob moved closer, his hand running affectionately across her bare
shoulder before slowly beginning to stroke her hair with comforting
softness. He put his mouth close to her ear and said softly: "Darling,
I will try. I think I understand how you feel. I - I don't know what got
into me there for a minute."
Pleased, she turned and gently kissed him, and felt his warm mouth
respond as he moved his hand from the soft silkiness of her hair and
began to caress the smooth-tanned flesh of her shoulders and back.
Again there was that urgent tingle of quickly suppressed pleasure. She
pulled her mouth away from his and said, "I love you so much! I want
you to know that. Sometimes I think you feel I don't love you because I
won't go all the way."
The boy laughed and sat up from the blanket, running his hand down her
tanned arm that shone a creamy gold color in the glow of the moonlight.
Then, clasping her hand tightly, they sat silently for a moment in a
warm affectionate embrace and gazed out beyond the surf into the
silvery stillness of the Atlantic Ocean.
"I suppose I should be looking for Jennifer," she said, tapping her
finger lightly against his chin. "I don't see her up there with the
rest of the party."
"She's probably making out behind some sand dune with my brother, if I
know Jennifer," Bob remarked and laughed sharply.
"What kind of comment was that? Your older brother is no angel. I
hardly trust him with my sister, and the joke of it all is that they're
supposed to be chaperoning us to this party!"
"Jennifer is a grown woman now," Bob said, a note of sarcasm entering
his voice. "She knows what's good for her, after all her experiences
with that fast college crowd she's been hanging out with."
"Now that is mean! How could you say a thing like that about my
sister," she exclaimed. "But I am getting a bit concerned about her.
Since Mom and Dad got divorced she just hasn't been the same person."
"I wouldn't worry too much about it," he comforted, holding her hand
softly. "It's probably just as you say. She's having a little fling,
and she'll come out of it fairly soon ... I think."
"I wouldn't be so concerned if she were just staying out all night,"
she sighed. "But it's the pot smoking that I don't like."
"Now that's something we can't do anything about," Bob said slowly.
"Your mother's me one who is at fault there."
"I - I don't know. It's so hard for Mom to control her, you know. If Dad
were only living with us I think the whole problem would clear right
up. As it is, she just laughs right in Mom's face and says that her
life is her own business."
"Ellen, I really wish you wouldn't get so darn worked up about all
this. Jennifer is twenty-two years old, and by all standards she is a
mature adult. If she insists on carrying on and going to bed with every
man she meets that's her own affair."
"Now, you stop that!" Ellen shouted at him in sudden anger. "You have
no right to talk about my family that way."
"I do if I'm going to marry their daughter, the nice daughter that is,"
he said abruptly, pulling his hand from her tensed fingers.
"That's enough! There's no reason to condemn her just because of some
idle rumors we've heard."
"From what Phil says," Bob replied, "they're more than rumors."
"Oh! You're not being fair! Jennifer has always been someone I looked
up to, and if she's having some problems I think we should try to
understand them rather than condemn her this way."
Ellen reached across the long beach blanket and picked up the jeans and
tee shirt she had worn to the beach party over her bathing suit. "I
think I'm going to take a little walk," she said, trying to hold back
the flood of tears that was beginning to build in her eyes. "I just
can't stand hearing all this talk about Jennifer. She's my sister, and
we've always stood up for each other ... and it's not going to be any
other way."
The girl quickly rose from the blanket and drew her striped tee shirt
over her head, pulling the light clinging material across the large
full orbs of her young breasts and lifting her jeans up over the smooth
curves of her firmly rounded thighs. Bob looked up at her voluptuous
figure standing in the moonlight. An off-shore breeze blew gently
through her long blonde hair and sent light ripples through her shirt
that softly accented the full curves of her sensuously budding young
body.
"Dammit, I wish you'd understand that I'm not criticizing you or your
sister," he said, springing up from the blanket. "I just wish you
wouldn't get so involved in her problems."
"I need time to think, Bob, really I do," she said, turning to him for
a moment. "I think I'll go up to the party and get a can of beer and
sit by myself for awhile."
The angry young girl walked barefooted across the beach and approached
the far side of the bonfire. She looked back for a moment as she
reached for two cans of beer in the cooler buried in the sand. Bob was
still sitting on the blanket, probably sulking because of their
argument, but there was nothing she could do about that! She was hurt
and angry at his calloused attitude towards Jennifer's problems. She
moved from the group of young people and walked down the sand towards a
promontory of rock that rose up above the sand dunes. She would drink
the beer and maybe she'd feel a little better. But now she felt so
empty and sad inside, and she began to sob softly, letting the tears
stream down her cheeks as she walked through patches of long grass that
grew along the edge of the beach. Did Bob know how much he was hurting
her, and could he comprehend that love meant more than trying to feel a
girl's breasts beneath her bathing suit? Did he know that part of a
relationship meant helping the other person with their problems and,
most of all, showing understanding towards those problems?
She stopped for a moment and looked back towards the bonfire. The loud
music was only a soft murmur now, and it seemed to merge with the rush
of waves exploding only a few yards away from her down the beach. Bob
was probably enjoying himself now with some of the fellows, she thought
angrily to herself. He got over these spats they had so easily and,
well, she just didn't have his capacity to forget things as quickly. In
this respect she was her father's daughter, and funny as it might have
seemed, she was proud of it. Yet it had been her father's stubbornness
in the face of the one tragic indiscretion her mother had made during
their twenty-five years of marriage that had sent him into a rage that
had ended in the break-up of their marriage. Ellen didn't know exactly
what had happened between her parents, and she had justly believed that
it would be foolish for her to pry. But, somehow, she felt Jennifer's
recent behavior was a kind of defense the older girl had developed
against the true facts of their parents' divorce.
Ellen lowered herself down onto the soft grass and popped open the top
of the beer can she held in her hand. She was no psychologist and she
couldn't even try to understand all of her sister's present
difficulties. She would just sit here and drink her beer, and maybe
this would make her feel a bit better. The beer that she had drunk
earlier that evening had calmed her nerves somewhat, but the argument
with Bob had made her feel edgy again. Things had been piling up so
fast in the past few months she could hardly stand it. First it had
been her parents' divorce, then it had been Jennifer's problems, and
now Bob was pushing her to give him more than she felt she really could
safely offer at this stage of their relationship.
Ellen inched down over the grass, setting her beer can in a mound of
white sand. She scooped her hands through the smooth grains and let
them sift through her fingers, feeling them pour soothingly over her
small delicately arched ankle. Then she reached for the beer again and
took a long, deep gulp. Might as well get herself good and relaxed, she
thought with a girlish giggle, taking another sip and running the cold
bottom of the can down across the suntanned skin of one of her long,
perfectly formed legs. She drained the beer can and tossed it down on
the beach, watching it land a few feet from the pounding surf. A light-
headed tingle seemed to ease the tense anxious feeling that she had
grown uncomfortably accustomed to during the past hour. She lifted
herself gracefully from the sand and looked down to the line of white
frothy water splashing several yards away from her. There was nothing
she would like more at this moment than a quick dip in the ocean, and
she walked down towards the surf, the last full can of beer and her
sandals still clenched in her hands.
Ellen felt the sand grow cool beneath her feet as she crossed the high-
tide line and approached the water. The bonfire at the beach party was
only a small flicker now and the sound of the crashing waves blotted
out the loud music coming from the portable phonograph. She didn't want
to go too deep into the water since she was all alone. She had heard so
many terrible stories of moonlight dips ending in horrible tragedy for
solitary swimmers, but she would be careful, she thought, as she
settled down on the damp sand and pulled her jeans off her legs. She
let the foamy water surge over her legs and splash onto her smooth flat
belly, and then decided it wouldn't be wise for her to swim alone. If
there was any trouble, she laughed to herself, there would be no one
but a bunch of half-loaded college kids to fish her out, and they would
probably sink!
Ellen smiled to herself, noting her cheerful change of mood, and popped
open the last can of beer. God! She was getting a little loaded
herself, but she enjoyed the giddy feeling and reasoned happily that
she deserved her own private little fling after all she had been
through during the past few months. As she lay back feeling the cool
sand cup firmly around her buttocks, she thought she heard a voice
break through the roar of surf. She sat up, cocking her head to catch
the direction the voice had come from. If someone was out in the ocean
she would be helpless to save them. She had taken junior lifesaving in
high school, but she would be completely incapable of pulling a
struggling body from the undertow which had been particularly strong
this evening.
Ellen stood up and methodically put on her jeans and sandals. She could
hear the voice, no they were voices now, coming from a sand dune behind
her. One voice was obviously a girl's, and the girl sounded as though
she were being hurt! Low muffled groans resounded through the rush of
foaming water, and Ellen moved up the beach a few paces towards where
she thought the sound was coming from. Now she made out clearly a man's
low voice accompanied by what sounded like protesting whimpers from the
girl.
There was another moan but it was longer this time and had a quivering
almost pleading tone to it. The groan was followed by a harsh laugh
from the man, and then the hard slap of flesh, as though the girl were
being beaten.
Ellen turned from behind the sand dune and started to move away down
the beach towards the party. "If I can just get to the other kids
before the poor girl is hurt," Ellen said to herself. As she moved
quietly away from the sloping dune she heard the shrill female voice
rise up more loudly and high-pitched. Then the embarrassing thought
struck her that perhaps the girl wasn't being beaten or molested, in
fact she might be enjoying what was being done to her. Before jumping
to conclusions, she should at least glimpse what was happening. If
there was some trouble, she could inform one of the boys at the bonfire
about what was going on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
Ellen crouched down below the pile of gleaming white sand, then began
inching up over the smoothly sloping mound. The sound of voices was
clearer now, and the sharp groans from the girl seemed to be turning
into squeals of pain that sent a shudder of fright through Ellen's
stomach.
"Oh yes, that feels good, yeeessss, I like it like that!" the female
voice echoed out clearly.
Then in a flash of startled recognition Ellen knew the pleading sounds
that were obviously mixed with pleasure were coming from her own
sister's mouth! Now, she was too close to move away, and no matter what
was happening to Jennifer, and no matter how her sister might be
fighting or enjoying whatever the man was doing to her, she must at
least see what was going on to clear up the confused thoughts that
raced through her brain.
The crouching young girl took a deep breath and worked her way slowly
and silently up the long slope of sand. It seemed as though it took
hours for her to move just a few feet, and she found the sand catching
uncomfortably in the cuffs of her jeans and scraping against her calves
and sandalled feet as she inched gradually to the top. Her whole body
tensed as she reached the flat ridge of sand at the summit of the long
slope.
The sand suddenly gave against the pressure of her body, and some of it
sifted down towards the shadowy figures she could barely make out
below. God, if they saw her now it would be all she would need! Her
heart stopped and she dared not to breathe. They must have heard it,
she thought fearfully; but no, the strange noises still came from below
her without letup, their intensity increasing with each passing moment.
She could discern sounds of heavy breathing and a rustle of clothing
scraping against the sand, punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans
of pleasure. Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark shadows
below the hill, and now the light scud of clouds covering the moon
opened up and exposed the half-naked figures of her sister and two
males on a blanket only a few yards from Ellen.
There was no mistake about it! Jennifer's clearly outlined profile
stood out in the moonlight as obvious as a photograph. Ellen paled
again and sucked in her breath. This couldn't be happening to her
sister it was far beyond her wildest imaginings! Jennifer sat with her
legs splayed wide apart, the small bra of her bikini swim suit pulled
off to expose the smoothly rounded firmness of her full, pink-nippled
breasts. The two boys beside her sat stretched out with their bathing
suits clinging to their feet and their fingers and hands fondling
Jennifer's large breasts. It was impossible to believe, but Jennifer
appeared to be enjoying it. To Ellen's complete shock and further
disgust, her sister was holding the two boys' rigidly erect cocks in
each of her hands and was stroking them in lewd rhythmic time to the
sensuous movements of their fingers which fondled and pulled at the
nipples of her breasts.
Ellen let out a low, exasperated sigh as she inched closer to the three
figures sprawled out on the sand below her. She could make out the
shape of Jennifer's features. God! She was really enjoying it, Ellen
whispered unbelievingly to herself. Her sister's mouth contorted into a
lewd smile, her tongue licking softly at her wetly parted lips. Her
eyes were half-closed, her brow furrowed as if in deep concentration,
and her thighs were making a salacious grinding movement that swished
softly against the blanket below her smoothly curved buttocks.
Suddenly the boy sitting closest to Ellen turned and she immediately
recognized him as Phil, Bob's brother. Ellen remembered Bob's comment
earlier about Jennifer probably making out behind some sand dune with
his brother, and she almost gasped when she realized how true Bob's
sarcastic remarks really were. Yes, her sister really must be troubled
to be doing this and loving it the way she was. She watched as
Jennifer's hand clenched around the long expanding rod of Phil's cock,
and she flinched as she heard a trio of groans rise up from the dim
moonlight lit forms below. The two men's hands moved in sensuous arcs
across Jennifer's breasts bringing out stronger moans from the
voluptuous young girl who seemed as though she were about to break into
swoons of ecstasy any minute.
Phil's head bent toward Jennifer's round full breast and his tongue
slid out of his mouth and began licking at one of the pink erect
nipples. His head seemed to move in tiny circles around it, and Ellen
could hear wet sucking sounds and further mewls of pleasure spilling
from her sister's lips. Jennifer's stomach arched up and wriggled
obscenely as though to lift her breasts closer to the tantalizing
fingers and warmly moist lips pulling and sucking at the pink tipped
buds of her breasts. Yes, Ellen thought, there was no doubt about it,
Jennifer was definitely enjoying this, and she acted as though she had
done this with other men many times before. The younger sister clenched
her hands in the sand as tears of rage and confusion welled up and
flooded her eyes. Now there was nothing she could do but watch and
remember this moment which was already etched indelibly into her mind
like a painful scar she couldn't get rid of.
Down below the watching girl, Phil moved his hand over the erect little
nipples of Jennifer's breast, while the other man, who seemed a few
years older, caressed the rounded plane of her nakedly exposed belly,
and thrust his fingers in a smooth motion beneath the girl's bikini
panties. Jennifer began stroking the two men's hardnesses more rapidly
now, and Ellen could see the long thick shaft of Phil's large fleshy
penis burgeon out with each successive jerk. Ellen was only a few scant
yards away, and her impulse was to run from the horrifying scene; but
she realized mat one false movement could send down another slide of
sand and call attention to herself.
And so she watched in horrified fascination as her sister's fingers
skinned the thick foreskin of Phil's uncircumcised cock rapidly up and
down the full length of it, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into
view like a giant monster crawling from a secret lair with each
downward stroke of her hand. Ellen was close enough to see Jennifer's
contorted face let out a deep groan as Phil's hand moved down and
joined the other man's finger beneath her thin bikini panties. The
older sister began hard spasmodic jerks on the two sperm-inflated cocks
as Phil slid the panties down her hotly writhing thighs, exposing a
glistening mound of thin curling pubic hair just inches away from his
huge impatiently pulsating penis. The moonlight shone brightly down on
the strange orgiastic scene and cast a lewd glare over the boy's long
white shaft that was closest to Ellen's vision. She was near enough to
see the head was covered with a white sticky-looking fluid that must
have been the lubrication men secreted from their organs when they
became excited. Both penises looked monstrously large to Ellen as she
had never seen one before, and she wondered how it would be possible to
have something like that inside of her. It looked like it would be
terribly painful, almost impossible to take.
Ellen knelt down closer to the edge of the sand dune. Phil had looked
up and must have seen something from the way he had turned away from
Jennifer for a moment. Oh God, he would never forgive her for spying on
them, but she just had to find out what was going on.
Ellen suppressed a moan of relief as Phil turned back again. Her sister
was now completely naked, her long legs stretched out obscenely wide
while the other boy ran his fingers and hands up and down over her
stomach to the moist fleshy lips of her nakedly glistening cunt. Ellen
leaned forward a little to see what the next step in the lewd spectacle
being played out before her would be. As she pushed aside some of the
sand that obscured her vision she felt her heart begin to pound
thunderously in her chest. It beat so hard she thought the three naked
figures down below her might hear it as though an alarm had been
sounded!
But it was clear that they were so engrossed in what they were doing
that a sand storm could have blown up and they would have remained
undisturbed! Phil stood over the two embracing figures and began making
long smooth strokes on his fleshy instrument that stiffened into
greater hardness. He signaled to the older man who paused in his lewd
task and removed his massaging index finger from Jennifer's up-thrust
young cunt before pulling away from the girl. It appeared as though the
two young men had made some kind of an arrangement before they had
begun their dual seduction, and it had been agreed that Phil would be
the first one to fuck the obviously aroused young girl. Ellen watched
in horrified amazement as Phil leaned down over Jennifer's white supple
nakedness in the sand below him. The youth slowly lowered himself to
the ground and crawled up over her lewdly squirming body, and Ellen
could see her widespread thighs stretch wider apart to accent the
entrance of the huge blood-engorged cock inside the lips of her moistly
glistening vagina. Phil's muscular buttocks squirmed for a moment as
they thrust down toward the soft juncture up between Ellen's sister's
legs. His hands reached down beneath the firm white moons of her
buttocks, and pulled them up toward the blood-filled head of his cock
as it slowly pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt.
"Ooooh, God," she heard her sister moan, "Ram it up to my tits!"
Ellen felt the blood draining from her head and fought to retain her
balance and keep from falling down the sloping edge of the sandy
precipice. Her head whirled. She began to feel faint and weak, and she
tried to blot out the unbelievable obscene act going on before her
eyes. There on the sand below her, lewdly displayed so anyone who came
along could see, was her own sister pleading for Bob's brother to do
vile things to her, while at the same time an older man kneeled next to
them stroking his monstrously hardened cock above their thrashing
bodies.
"Hurry up, Phil, damn it. Leave some of that hot little pussy for me
will you?" she heard the man growl in eagerness and lewd impatience.
Ellen wanted to lunge down the hill and rip the bodies apart. She felt
her muscles tense and me cords of her neck strain out as though she
were being drawn involuntarily towards an act which would only make
things irrevocably worse. She tried to erase the incomprehensible
violation of her own sister's body from her eyes by shielding her
vision with her hand, but then she heard the low mewling groans of
pleasure rise up with greater intensity, and for some strange reason
Ellen felt she had to look. She stared in detached revulsion at
Jennifer's long slim legs rising up above Phil's grinding thighs and
watched as her sister pressed the sides of her ankles like strong fists
into Phil's driving buttocks, sending his groin plunging towards her
wide stretched young pussy, the thick, wetly glistening cock
disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that
he made into her.
Ellen could see her sister's thighs buckle upwards again as though
Phil's hardened flesh thrust half-way inside of her eagerly clasping
femaledom just wasn't enough. Then the youth inched his hands farther
under the smooth curve of Jennifer's hungrily trembling ass-cheeks and
squeezed her white undulating moons with a savage strength. The
wantonly writhing girl began a rhythmic squirming movement in an
attempt to capture the entire length of his sperm-filled shaft inside
the hot pulsating passage of her cunt. Ellen strained her eyes and
could see the moistly clasping lips of her sister's hungrily flowering
pussy sucking tightly around me hard rubbery head of his fleshy
instrument. Ellen's eyes gaped open in stunned disbelief as it skewered
deeply in, then came pulsing downward on the outstroke and grazed its
long white ridge against the softly curling pubic hairs that gripped
teasingly at the semen-bloated fullness of the underside of his cock.
Now Jennifer was churning her eagerly writhing buttocks and glistening
white thighs more rapidly. Rippling mewls of pleasure spilled from her
wide open mouth and accompanied the lewd slap of naked flesh on flesh
and soft scrape of sand beneath the obscenely pounding bodies. Ellen
lay crouched on the sand, numbed with shock, and watched hypnotized as
the sperm swollen sack of her fiancé's brother's balls slapped against
the flat plane just beneath her sister's nakedly exposed buttocks, the
girl's legs curling and uncurling in animal-like desperation around the
sinewy muscles of Phil's lower back.
"Oooooooh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now," Jennifer moaned up into
his open mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding.
Ellen held her breath again for what seemed like the thousandth time
since she had climbed up the sand dune a few moments before. Both
Jennifer and Phil were breathing heavily, and Ellen noticed streams of
perspiration trailing down their nakedly young bellies as the incessant
smack of their sweat-moistened flesh built into an insane crescendo of
lust that would lead inevitably to orgasm. Ellen could see one of his
hands clench and unclench around her sister's rounded white ass cheeks
as he pumped and hollowed his buttocks into her groin and moved his
other hand up to her breasts to begin squeezing the passion inflamed
nipples in a final gesture of frenzied lust.
Then suddenly Ellen heard a long gurgling noise come from beneath the
nakedly fucking boy, the sound erupting deep, deep within Jennifer's
throat as though she had no control over it. The girl's buttocks jerked
uncontrollably up towards Phil several times, the lips of her tightly
clasping cunt working and sucking at his cock as though trying to milk
him dry. At the same time the boy groaned above her and quickened his
stroke, grinding hard and deep, his thick fleshy rod beginning to throb
its milky white sperm deep down into her gratefully accepting belly.
Ellen gasped as she saw Jennifer's head thrash from side to side under
the final ravishing strokes. At the base of her glistening crotch Ellen
could see clearly a tiny white stream of their intermingled cum trickle
down over her naked thigh and dissolve lewdly into the sand below. One
last throbbing jerk sent the couple into a subsiding spasm, and then
they lay still, her sister's legs splayed obscenely out at the boy's
sides.
The older man now stood over the immobile, but heavily breathing
couple, rubbing the lust-incited shaft of his long hard penis into a
fiery poker of flesh that he held as though he were brandishing a
lance. Ellen knew all too well what was coming next and she began to
move away, too horrified to watch, but too fascinated by the obscene
spectacle to avert her head completely. Phil looked up smilingly at the
standing figure of his friend and pulled his half-deflated cock with a
loud wet sucking noise from Jennifer's moistly glistening vagina.
The last thing Ellen saw as she slid down the sand dune was the figure
of the other male shrouded in spooky moonlight plunging his rock-hard
cock deep down into her older sister's already sperm-flooded vagina.
She stood up at the base of the hill, brushing off her jeans and tee
shirt, then began stumbling blindly up the beach. Tears of abject hurt
and humiliation rolled silently down her cheeks, stinging against her
skin that was sensitive from all the crying she had been doing that
night. She trudged up the sloping sand and into the tall grass that
bordered a gravel road with no sense of destination in mind. One thing
was sure, and that was that she couldn't go back to the beach party in
this state of mind. She needed time to think, and she might as well
walk the five miles back to her house to save herself the tortuous
explanations she would have to give Bob about how she had gotten into
her condition. Bob could think what he liked, for all she cared. What
she had seen a moment ago was enough to make up for all the tidbits of
gossip Bob had told her about her sister, and Ellen had no intention of
confirming his suspicions and letting him gloat about it for the next
few months.
Yes, she would keep on walking, the exercise would do her some good and
would help clear her head after all she had been through this evening.
As she moved up onto the road she thought she heard one last moan of
gurgling passion coming from below the sand dunes on the beach. They
were probably still at it, she thought, and she felt the shock return
as the obscenely lewd image of her sister's widespread, upraised thighs
and Phil's nakedly pounding buttocks between them flickered momentarily
through her mind. She had trusted and admired her sister for so many
years and now her idol of strength and womanly virtue had turned to a
soiled and tattered rag doll that would submit to any man that was
immediately available! Well, it was Jennifer's life and Ellen certainly
was not going to live it for her. She knew that she could not bear to
live in the same house any more with her sister and her mother, who had
grown increasingly remote and morose since the divorce. Yet she knew of
no place she could run to and no one she could turn to at this dreadful
moment. After she had seen Bob's brother, Phil, taking turns with
another man gang banging her own sister, she was certain that she could
never face her fiance again. There was an element in Bob that reminded
her in a strange way of his brother, and Bob's own lusty demands on her
this evening really bore this out.
She thought she just might move in with her father who had an apartment
on the other side of the Florida Peninsula in St. Petersburg. But
living with him would only create additional problems within the
already disrupted family. Ellen had always been a bone of contention in
the family anyway, as she had been her father's favorite and he had
pampered her somewhat. He had acted rather indifferently toward
Jennifer during the weeks that preceded her parents' separation, and
Jennifer had sided with their mother, making matters worse, as her
father had become quite emotionally demanding on Ellen and had flaunted
his feelings as though he wanted to make the rest of the household
jealous. It had been during this period that her sister began running
around with that wild college crowd and had been introduced to
marijuana. Jennifer had been a senior, and at that time Ellen was an
entering freshman at the same Florida community college. They had
commuted each day in Jennifer's car, and the two pretty young sisters
had gotten into some deep conversations on their way to school about
what life would be like after the divorce. There were moments when
Ellen had almost felt that her sister wanted to confide in her about
something that had occurred before their parents' final breakup, but
the older girl had held back, as though she were afraid to hurt Ellen's
feelings towards her parents.
But now all that was finished. The closeness she had once felt to
Jennifer could never exist between them again after what she had just
seen down on the beach. Yes, her own sister was nothing but a cheap
little whore and probably always had been one, and Ellen had been
gullible and loyal enough not to believe the pointed hints and
insinuations that Bob had constantly been making about her.
But she wasn't thinking clearly. She had to find a way to leave her
mother and sister without resorting to moving in with her father. What
she would have to do was take a job where she could save up enough
money to return to college in another part of the country. She had
about five hundred dollars in her bank account from summer jobs she had
worked at during high school and that would be enough to get her
settled some place else. New York would certainly be far enough away
from her parents and her sister so that she could begin to have a life
of her own. She knew that her father would want to help her out, but
she just couldn't permit that if she wanted to be independent and prove
that she could support herself without parental assistance. Yes, this
would resolve so many things. It just might be possible to get a
modeling job in New York, but if this didn't work out, her secretarial
skills would be helpful in getting work almost immediately.
She was so lost in her thoughts that it happened before she knew it!
"Well, hello there, Honey," a low voice suddenly broke through the
darkness.
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Chapter 3
Ellen stopped in her tracks and jerked around looking to see where the
voice was coming from. She heard some rustling in the grass beside the
road and made out two dimly silhouetted forms below the culvert.
"What you doing way out here in nowhere, Baby?" the voice echoed out
across the road.
Ellen quickened her pace, turning away from the two men. She saw lights
coming from a beach house up the road but it was quite a distance away
from her, and she didn't know if she could make it before the man's
comments turned into something more serious. They were probably two
drunken college students from the beach party, but she wasn't going to
take any chances. She had heard some frightening stories of rapes and
murders along these lonely country roads, and she didn't intend to
become another unfortunate victim.
She heard a light scurry of feet a few yards from the ditch beside her.
It was then that she saw the face of one of the men coming out of the
dark shadows of the tall grass. The men measured their pace just behind
hers as though they had plenty of time to follow her. Ellen knew that
if she began to run from the two men this would be the final stroke, so
she slowed down, almost imperceptibly, yet kept herself ready for that
burst of energy and strength she would have to put out once they began
advancing more rapidly.
"I'll tell you what I think, Billy. I think she's playin' a little game
with us," another unfamiliar voice remarked in a sinister tone. "She's
playing the stuck-up little bitch, don't you think?"
"Just give her some time, Cash. All that walking her little ass is
doing should warm her up."
"Yeah, and them watermelons of hers sure look juicy," the man named
Billy replied, an obscene vicious tone evident in his voice. "I'd sure
like to get my mouth around those tits."
Ellen involuntarily moved faster as she heard the men's feet scuffling
up onto the shoulder of the gravel road. They were walking directly
behind her now, but she didn't dare look back. Suddenly she knew she
was really afraid, and she became sure that the two men were not part
of the group at the beach party. None of the boys, no matter how lewd
their intentions, would have spoken to a girl like that. She found
herself moving at a half-run now, and she measured the distance to the
tiny lights of the shack ahead of her. If she could only get within
shouting distance of the beach house she just might have a chance.
"Now you just look at that. The little girl knows what to do with what
she's got, wouldn't you say so, Cash?"
"I'm just thinking about them big sweet titties, and that hot lil old
pussy I know she's got."
Billy laughed. "You'll have time enough to get into that. Now just
watch the way she works that tight ass; look at it now, Cash!"
Ellen grimaced in fear and revulsion at the horrible insults the men
were hurling at her. She heard the men chuckle and quicken their gait
behind her, and she adjusted her pace, almost running now and feeling
her heart pound desperately into her throat.
"You know, Billy, I don't think this hot little bitch likes what we're
saying about her. Maybe she'd rather have us do it to her, rather than
talk about it. Whaddya think?"
"I'll be the first to find out, Cash. And, man, do I have a cock that
wants to find out!" Billy shouted out so that Ellen could hear each
obscene syllable of his words.
"Now you just remember, don't stretch it too much," Cash chortled
loudly, "she's got a lot of fucking ahead of her."
"Damn, man, don't you know you can't use up that kind of pussy?"
That was it! Ellen could stand the vile remarks the men were making to
her no longer, and suddenly, from sheer panic she broke into a
desperate run. She felt her sandals scrape on the loose gravel beneath
her feet and the tightness of her jeans impede her speed, but she gave
it all she had, churning her legs with a rapidity that astonished her
as the adrenaline pulsed into her blood stream, quickening her flight.
She could hear the men running behind her, and though she was fast,
they seemed to be shortening the distance between them. The house was
coming up closer and she could almost see inside the windows, but as
she approached the fence that bordered the yard of the shack, her
sandals tripped her up and she lost her stride.
"Goddamn, grab her before she gets on the porch," one of the men gasped
almost out of breath behind her.
"Don't worry about me, worry about those little titties you were
talkie' so much about," the other voice rang out from the darkness
behind her.
She was just a few yards from the lawn that surrounded the house, and
she strained and plunged in a final desperate surge of energy to go to
the porch. God! it didn't seem to get any closer! Then from a short
distance down the road she spotted the headlights of a car approaching
them. The thought flashed through her mind that if there weren't people
in the house she would be done for. So, abruptly changing her
direction, she sprinted towards the center of the road, waving her arm
at the headlights of the approaching vehicle.
And that had been her mistake.
Suddenly she felt her arms wrenched violently backwards and the steel
grip of a hand muffle her mouth. She stood in the center of the road
with the two men grappling violently against her, and her arms and legs
flailing out wildly in a vain attempt to free herself from her captors.
The only hope now was that the car that was nearing them would stop and
offer her some assistance.
But it didn't.
It slowed down as it approached the struggling figures and Ellen could
see a face press against the side window, then she heard the motor gun
as the automobile shot out again into the murky darkness. It
disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, phantom-like from nowhere,
leaving her to suffer her fate alone on the empty shore-line highway.
"Help me! Oh God, please! Help me! Pleeeeaaase," Ellen finally wrenched
her mouth from under the man's hand and wailed uselessly into the night
after the disappearing car.
"Goddamn, she's a tough little bitch," she heard come from behind her,
and felt the vise-like grip against her arms send piercing stabs into
her straining shoulders. Once again the hand clenched tightly over her
mouth.
Then, against her anguished protests, they pulled her backwards to the
side of the road, pinning their arms tightly against her back so if she
struggled more they could clench her elbows up to her shoulder blades
and reduce her to a writhing mass of agonizing pain.
But it was fear that now raced through her as the two heavily breathing
men dragged her back down the highway. Up ahead she recognized the
hulking: shape of a pick-up truck that she had passed unnoticed only a
few minutes before. Ellen made one last attempt to break loose, kicking
at the taller man who stood next to her on the soft shoulder at the
edge of the road. Then she felt her arm wrench up once more, and she
bent down, groaning, more in fear now, and hoping desperately that she
could distract her abductors for at least a moment until she could
regain her strength. But they pulled her up from her half-kneeling
position and dragged her on until she was facing the rear end of the
truck.
"Oh God. Please no! Let me go!" she muttered under the tightly
clenching hand over her mouth.
They hoisted her wrenching body ahead of them onto the floor of the
open pick-up, and she felt her stomach strike painfully against cold
metal. The image of a third man sitting on the floor of the truck bed
swept past her widening, horror-stricken eyes as he grabbed for her
shoulders and dragged her into the interior until her face fell hard
onto his lap. Then Billy's heavy weight landed in a thud on her back,
and a sharp stab of pain shot through her belly. Behind her, she heard
Cash race along the dirt shoulder of the road to the front of the truck
where he jumped onto the seat beside the driver. Then the truck roared
off with a squeal of tires against the pavement.
"You got her, boys?" the rasping voice of the driver grunted excitedly.
"We ain't only got her, Pop. Wait till you see what she's got," Billy
shouted jubilantly to the front of the truck. His stomach lay flat over
her outstretched form and his free hand squeezed more tightly at the
curve of her small waist. "Yeah, he ain't seen what we got," he
repeated in a lewd whisper to Ellen, dropping his wet mouth to her ear.
"Well, just keep your goddamn hand over her mouth," the driver chuckled,
shifting into second and speeding up as the car hurried down the narrow
country road. "I don't want no screams coming from this here pick-up
truck while I'm driving it."
"Shoot, Pop. An old man like you, they'd think it was just pigs," Billy
joked.
"Takes an older man to know the difference."
Ellen felt Billy's large muscular hand in a tight grip on her waist.
The coarsened palm of his other hand pressed so strenuously against her
slightly parted mouth that it felt like her lips were splitting over
her own teeth. Her head had twisted and her cheek lay on the thigh of
the other man with her face forced almost into his lap. A pungent
masculine smell emanated from his spread open loins and permeated the
air around her face, filling the whole of her every choking breath.
Tears of helpless terror streamed from Ellen's eyes as an image of
Phil's long white cock sinking into her sister Jennifer's open and
glistening vagina raced through her tortured mind, and she sobbed
helplessly as she was hit with the horrible realization that she too
might soon be filled with the brutal erect flesh of one of these crude
men who had forced her off the country road into the truck.
"Oh God, please don't let it happen, please don't let them do that to
me. Not that, dear God. Not what those boys did to Jennifer.
"Keep her trap shut, we're passin' another bunch of beach houses," the
tense voice of the older man driving spoke again.
"Boy, these people got beach houses that don't quit."
"You shut up, too. Everyone be quiet."
Billy's hand tightened over Ellen's mouth, and she thought she was
going to suffocate. Then her heart jumped into her throat and her
breath stopped completely for one long tortuous moment as she realized
that she might very well be killed if she didn't cooperate. The flow of
her tears choked off abruptly and dried up with sheer terror.
"That's a nice girl," Billy's wet mouth muttered in her ear. "Billy
boy's gonna reward you with something real good and hard. Oh, you're
going to love what I've got for you."
His breath smelled heavily of alcohol and she could feel a sticky
dampness forming between her back and his stomach as he sweated through
his shirt in his efforts to keep her close to the floor. The smell of
his sweat and the stale odor of alcohol and the pungency arising from
the other man's lap all mixed together until she thought she was going
to faint from the heat and the overwhelming fear that attacked each of
her senses. She recalled dimly that the men were all dressed the same
and her heart jolted anew as she made the grim connection between their
identical blue outfits and prison uniforms. They must have escaped from
the prison downstate and driven here because it was close to the state
line or even because it was near the gulf and they planned to take a
boat out of the country! Oh God, maybe she was going to be a hostage
just like she'd read about happening to so many people almost every day
in the newspaper. But why did it have to be her? Every nerve in her
anguished body strained with the sudden hope that they would only keep
her but not rape her. Not plunge their thick penises into her
virginally defenseless vagina like she had seen Phil and his friend
doing to Jennifer earlier that evening.
As if in answer to her question, Billy's free hand began an exploratory
movement out from her small girlish waist. It ran excitedly over the
side of her body, then he sighed and began breathing heavily,
concentrating all his brutal force on prying the soft inner sides of her
thighs apart with his knee. Ellen fought with every bit of her
strength, but the straining limbs gradually opened from the force of
the pressure. His legs sank in between them and she felt a clothed
hardness press along the top of her thigh. She shuddered in revulsion
as she realized what he was trying to do to her. His penis had hardened
from the lust-inciting contact of lying closely on top of her, and now
he was trying to wedge his straining erectness against her completely
defenseless pussy!
She squirmed her hips, groaning loudly in protest, but it was useless.
Beneath his pants, Billy's stiffened penis pushed hard and intimately
into the junction between her legs. He pressed forward and the cloth of
her jeans sank raspingly into the barely moist crevice of her
helplessly spread young pussy.
The truck sped along through the summer night on the narrow country
road, leaving the beach houses behind. In the front, there was a sound
of the other two men shifting in their seats.
"You can relax now. We're out on open road,"-Ellen recognized the voice
of Cash.
"Someone throw me a goddamn cigarette, will ye," she heard the second
man in the back of the truck speak for the first time.
Ellen started as a pack of cigarettes flew over the front seat. The man
grabbed the pack irritably and handed a second cigarette to Billy, the
straining cloth across his lap lighting up rose-blue before Ellen's
eyes as he struck a match.
"Goddamn it, Vito. Watch out, you bastard. You'll burn my hair," Billy
grunted.
Billy was still pressed heavily over her back, but now Ellen looked up
at Vito for the first time. He was much smaller than she had expected
him to be, though his bony wiry frame had a definite look of vicious
cruelty about it.
"Oh God, he's a killer!" the thought raced through her mind with a
frightening sureness.
The truck bounced along the country road and as the men smoked their
cigarettes, Ellen's glance returned again and again to the smaller man
in dreadful fascination. A long narrow welt-like scar curled across one
of his thin cheeks, and his long black unkempt hair shone greasily in
the moonlight. The smoke grew thicker and thicker over her face until
she thought she would choke. Then Billy jokingly forced the strong
smelling cigarette to her mouth and made her puff on it, and she broke
into a fit of coughing. An interminable length of time seemed to pass,
and she began to feel nauseous as he forced it again and again to her
lips.
"We're doing just fine back here," he yelled to the front loudly. Then
he sank back onto her and sighed, grinding his hardness against her
legs and chuckling softly. He laughed again and blew into her ear,
sending waves of goose-bumps over her flesh, and the terrified young
girl cringed in revulsion.
She stiffened and twisted her face to the side, straining to see out
the back of the truck as though somewhere out there in the rapidly
disappearing scenery she might find something, anything that would
magically save her. But the empty fields flew uselessly by, and not a
single car appeared on the long strip of highway. There was only the
round disc of the moon shining brightly in the starless summer sky to
give her small comfort.
"Roll her over," Vito said after a moment in a grudging voice, lighting
a second cigarette. "I want to see the front." There was an irritated
demanding quality to his words that sent new shivers of fear down
Ellen's spine.
"Relax, Vito," Billy said confidently. "It's all there. I already
checked it out for you."
"Looks like you're doing more than checking it out to me. C'mon, roll
her over. I want to see what she's got for tits!"
"Shut up, man. You're botherin' me."
"All I got is the head." Vito's vicious tone now had a knife-like edge
to it.
Tears of shame and humiliation welled in Ellen's eyes as she heard the
two men discussing her as though she were a bag of potatoes they had
loaded in the truck to take to market. The horror of the situation was
almost too much to grasp. She could hardly think from the terrible fear
and revulsion that overwhelmed her every attempt to figure out just
what she could do, or if there was even anything she could do. All she
knew w as that each of their hotly intimate touches and each of their
lewd remarks was doing something to her that would make her forever
different from the happily naive young person she had been only a few
short minutes ago.
She felt Billy's hand possessively pull her body closer to him, and her
attention shot back to the dire defenselessness of her immediate
position. His other hand remained around her mouth, and his body wormed
even closer against hers, his knees bending where hers did, as his
chest fell harder against her back while her softly rounded young
buttocks fitted more closely like one spoon in another into his bulging
pelvis. Her soft flesh made the feared contact with his jutting
hardness and she trembled, imagining the lewd look of obscene pleasure
contorting the man's face. A seeming eternity passed by as his probing
contact with her firm young flesh grew more frequent and harder.
"How much longer?" he said later, breathing heavily, his hand moving
hungrily down her thighs over her tightly fitting jeans. "I think our
little girl's getting uncomfortable here."
"About fifteen minutes until we get into the edge of town," Pop's voice
said tensely from the driver's seat. "But keep the little bitch quiet.
We'll soon be gettin' into some heavy traffic."
"Don't worry. She can't move," Billy muttered. He chuckled when he
pinched harshly through the denim at the soft inner sides of her two
thighs pressed together, and her groan of protest issued through his
hand over her mouth almost soundlessly. "She can't even squeal.
Look at that, boys!"
"Open up her pants," Cash turned and hissed into the back, his eyes
glinting in lewd amusement through the dark. He turned on his knees and
peered over the back of the seat, almost drooling at the obscene
picture of the young blonde girl plastered helplessly down under
Billy's groin. Her striped tee shirt had ridden up to just below the
rounded fullness of her large breasts, and below the high, wide-spaced
protruberances, he could see the bare flesh of her taut little stomach
gleaming whitely in the moonlight. He grunted in lewd pleasure when
Vito suddenly reached over and pulled the zipper of her jeans slowly
open.
"Jesus, will ya look at that," Cash whistled under his breath, taking
in the wide white stretch of unexpectedly bare stomach exposed over the
top of the small white triangle of her nylon panties. "Seems to me
anything wearin' them skimpy lil things is asking for cock. I say let's
fuck her now."
"Yeah, let's do it. Let's fuck her now," Vito agreed.
"Hold on," Pop objected over the din of voices. "Not while I'm
drivin'."
"I can't wait," Billy grunted hoarsely.
Ellen groaned as her forehead hit against a rising hardness in Vito's
lap and he raised his legs, clenching her face in his lap in a strong
vise-like grip. Behind her, Billy's groin rammed harshly into her
buttocks, his fingers tearing at the open waist of her jeans so that
she thought they would rip apart. A frantic, terrorized energy raced
through her, and she squirmed and bucked her body with every ounce of
strength that she had, trying to wrench her face out of Vito's
clenching thighs and throw Billy's jutting hardness off her back. She
tossed violently at both ends but the harsh grinding of her forehead
and buttocks against their stiffening hardness only succeeded in
increasing their desire for her.
"Hold her down, you idiots," Billy muttered, moving his hand down to
her wildly thrusting hips and pinioning them roughly to the floor.
"Please, please don't do it to me," she choked in the single moment
that his hand was removed from her mouth. "Get off of me!"
Vito clamped his palm over her mouth and her piteous supplications were
cut short. Her further anguished cries choked back deep down in her
chest, only a faint helpless mewling escaping from under the tightly
clenching hand.
Suddenly, she felt Billy's weight lift off her. There was a long
tortuous moment of silent suspense while his muscular calves inched
slowly backwards down the sides of her legs, then his face hovered over
her knees. She jerked as he reached abruptly forward and his fingers
curled over the unbuttoned waist of her jeans, jerking them in a swift
cruel movement down over her hips until the soft rounded fullness of
her partially panty covered buttocks were exposed to view. All the
while Cash hung over the front seat, his eyes bulging as each luscious
inch of the girl's delicately curved legs came further into view.
"Pull up her top so we can see them big juicy tits," Billy yelled at
Cash leaning over the front seat. His trembling hands curled around her
small kicking ankles and pulled them slightly apart. His eyes traveled
slowly up the bare slightly parted columns of her legs, and he ran his
tongue over his lips with obvious desire. Her small well-shaped ankles
curved delicately up over slender girlish calves, then swelled into a
smooth silky softness at her full upper thighs. The whitely clean
triangle of her brief panties had been moved out of place by her
fruitless struggling, and now the smoothly rounded globes of her ass-
cheeks were exposed entirely to his lust-crazed view. Only a narrow
strip of thin nylon cloth was wedged into the tightly trembling crevice
of her firm young buttocks, and he could see small thin curls of her
sparse blonde pubic hair appearing under the edges of the bunched up
material where it ran in a thin white band down between her legs.
Ellen was half wild with fear now. Her mind raced with the dreadful
certainty that what she had most feared was now going to happen to her:
these strange men were going to sink their indecent flesh into the most
intimate parts of her body. She felt sick with disgust and her whole
being cowered with the shame and humiliation of it all. These vile
creatures that didn't even know her name were going to plow into her
like lewd animals without the slightest trace of compassion or human
understanding, making of her a mere mindless receptacle for their
lewdly building sperm.
And ... there was nothing on earth she could do about it. Her inability
to fight them back increased her sense of shame and degradation. Oh
God, if only she was stronger, she thought desperately, then her mind
was jerked back to brutal reality by the sensation of Billy's hands
coursing over the sides of her body. He teased her nakedly cringing
flesh harshly as he worked up the backs of her legs, kneading the skin
into painful, white little balls and clenching them in his fists. He
pinched her soft inner thighs roughly between his thumbs and
forefingers, and Ellen whimpered in helpless anguish. She imagined what
his leering face must look like as his hands roamed freely over her now
obediently splayed out body, and she ground her belly hard down against
the floor of the truck in another vain attempt to escape him when his
hands moved onto her hips. He rolled the luscious firmness of her soft
warm flesh between his hands and then wormed one finger into the
slightly sweating crevice between her buttocks that showed just its
beginning now above the elastic waist band of her panties.
"Nice, huh?" he called excitedly to the rest of the men, working his
middle finger down into the shadows of the thinly dividing crevice
until it disappeared from sight.
A loud grunt of agreement came from cash as he hung over the front
seat, his eyes bulging with cruelly rising desire. Pop, behind the
wheel, glanced quickly over his shoulder and turned back to the road,
taking out a handkerchief to wipe sweat off his forehead.
Ellen groaned as Vito's hardness jerked against her cheek. His hand
moved over the back of her head, pushing her forehead hard against his
excitedly throbbing penis. Her nose flattened against the base of the
shaft and she could feel the blunt rounded outline of the blood-
engorged head pressing hotly through the material of his pants. He ran
his fingers through her hair, taking in the sight of her helpless young
body stretched out almost nakedly below him. A small circle of wetness
had seeped through the material of his pants against Ellen's temple and
she shuddered, realizing it was the same white male liquid that she had
seen glistening on the top of Phil's long obscenely hardened cock just
before he had thrust his hardness into her older sister's wide-splayed
pussy. She tried to lift her cheek from it, but his hand clamped down
on her scalp and pushed her face even deeper into his pulsating groin
than it had been before. She began to sob loudly as he rotated his
fevered loins against her forehead, moving his hands down to the
bareness of her back and suddenly yanking the tee shirt brutally up
over her brassiere-covered breasts to her neck.
"Well, lookee here at what we got," he said in a cruelly mocking voice.
"A girl in a bikini."
Once again Pop's head spun around to the back, and an obscenely loud
guffaw swept through the truck.
Ellen's shoulders heaved as she sobbed helplessly from the shame and
humiliation. This was too much! They were laughing at her too, while
they pawed and tore at her body like wild animals. She thought of Bob's
hands gently trying earlier that evening to cup themselves around her
breasts and almost regretted the self-righteous way she had pushed him
away. Surely it would have been better to have let her very own
boyfriend touch her than to find herself as she was now at the mercy of
these monsters. She might still have been at the beach party now,
kissing Bob and letting him caress her. Oh, God, it would have been
better than this if she had given herself completely to him.
Now she cringed at Vito's hand roaming excitedly over her back. She
stiffened in fear as his fingers fought clumsily with the clasp of her
brassiere. Then suddenly it gave way and she felt her fully ripened
young breasts fall out like two large white melons, hanging obscenely
down over each side of his leg with his knee pressed into the deep
cleavage between. The tiny buds of her nipples made contact with the
coolness of the air and stiffened involuntarily, pointing lewdly down
to the metal floor.
"A hot little piece of ass in half a bikini now," he snorted.
"Hold her down while I pull her panties off," Billy grunted, sliding
his hands slowly down from the slimness of her waist over the luscious
flare of her firmly rounded young hips.
Then suddenly, Ellen's body jerked back to life as she felt Billy's
fingers move from her hip bones to the tight elastic top of her
panties. She had lain limply beneath them, feeling as though all the
life had been drained out of her, while they had run their hands all
over her helplessly trembling flesh and even uncovered her breasts. But
the moment she most dreaded had arrived, and she knew that the
virginity that she had struggled so hard to protect from even Bob, the
boy she was going to marry, was as good as lost if she ever allowed
these horrible beasts to strip her panties from her vagina. Death would
be better, she thought. Her last chance to resist was now and, deciding
she would rather be flung from the moving truck, she gathered all her
strength and lurched wildly toward the tailgate. Her body squirmed
momentarily through their grasping hands until Billy's arm circled
around her waist tripping her, and she fell to a painful thud on her
knees.
"She's going to jump out, grab her legs!" he shouted as Vito sprang up,
and she fell back down to the floor beneath the crushing weight of both
of them.
She kicked and clawed but it was impossible to meet their brutal
strength and gradually she was pulled back to her original position
with her head thrown harder this time into Vito's lap. She shuddered as
he dug his fist brutally into the back of her neck, applying a cruel
vise-like pressure to the sides of her head with his legs.
"Dumb little bitch," he said, reaching down under her torso and
grabbing one of Ellen's nakedly hanging breasts, squeezing it until she
groaned loudly. He moved to the other breast, giving it an even more
vicious squeeze, and she whimpered in helpless anguish. He laughed and
she realized that the little man was obviously a sadist and glad of her
attempted escape because it gave him an opportunity to brutalize her.
She tried not to give him the satisfaction of her crying, but the pain
was just too much for her to take when he grabbed her sensitively
pulsating nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it tight
between them until she broke out sobbing. He kneaded it roughly between
his fingers and ground her face harder against his throbbing cock, his
face breaking into a lewd contorted grin of sadistic ecstasy as his
whole body raced to cum from the sheer pressure of her face grinding
into him. His head rolled back against the front seat and he let his
hand move down her back, trailing his fingernails sharply into the
smooth creamy skin. He moaned and rubbed his hand down her back to the
elastic waist band at the top of her bikini panties, pulling on it
frantically and then kneading his fingers, cruelly into the soft flesh
of her firmly rounded young ass cheeks.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Billy suddenly interrupted,
grabbing the hand and flinging it back toward the front seat. "Who the
hell's running this show anyway?"
Vito's body fell back against the seat under the surprise attack. "You
don't own her, you know," he shouted back violently.
"Right now I do. I'm the one that supposed to be fucking her."
"Hold on, boys. We can't be bitchin' and fightin' amongst us. Wait
'till we get to the warehouse," Pop's voice pleaded from the driver's
seat.
"Maybe we ought to wait, Billy," Cash shifted in the front seat,
frowning tensely at the two angrily poised figures in the back of the
truck.
"I'm tired of waiting," Billy grunted and resumed his kneeling position
over Ellen's helplessly splayed out body. "I'll fuck 'er real quick."
Billy's eyes raced with mounting excitement over the youthful
loveliness of the girl's body that lay stretched below him in a piteous
pose of helpless submission. He hadn't fucked a woman in a long time,
and especially not anything like this. Not anything so young, pure, and
helpless. Small beads of perspiration broke out on his upper lips and
his hands trembled as he curved them around the narrowness of her
waist. He waited a moment, and then he began slowly peeling down the
flimsy nylon panties over the half-moons of her buttocks, gradually
exposing the smoothly resilient young flesh. Then, in a sudden gesture
of nervous impatience, he yanked the panties past her knees and the
rounded white spheres jostled firmly and nakedly before his hungering
eyes.
Ellen trembled in abject shame and embarrassment, feeling the last of
her protective clothing dangling uselessly down at her ankles. Then
there was the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled open in haste
behind her, and her own groan of terror arising from some deep, distant
place in her body when she felt the sudden long warm bluntness of his
hardened cock fall free against the top of her leg. Tiny droplets of
thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the
contracting gland at its tip, and she shuddered in disgust and
revulsion, feeling it smear wetly across the top of her nudely exposed
thigh. It was actually going to happen to her now - he was going to sink
his cruel instrument into her and tear her helpless virginity to
shreds. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Then -
then a searing humiliation burned over her entire body as his probing
finger pressed against the small vertical opening of her slightly
bearded young vagina.
"Oooooooo, nooooooo - !"
"Jesus Christ! - she's a virgin," Billy gasped, his voice dropping to an
almost reverent whisper. "Look at that, she's cherry!"
Ellen's whole body jerked in a violent attempt to wrench herself away
from his licentiously searching finger, her belly grinding frantically
down against the floor of the truck and the firm resilient cheeks of
her buttocks clenched tightly together.
"Yeah, man, she's a virgin all right, I can feel it!" he exclaimed,
fighting to keep his finger in the unbelievably tight, but violently
squirming, ring of her vagina. He tried to worm his finger in deeper
and met a thin fleshy resistance, then laughed softly. "This'll take
what I call a real master."
"I'll do it. Let me split 'er!" Vito shouted suddenly and crawled
excitedly over Ellen's back, spilling her head to the floor and
throwing Billy off balance. Billy's hands flailed out from Ellen's body
and the force of Vito's shifting weight threw him against the side of
the truck bed, giving Vito complete access to the warm spread juncture
of the young girl's upraised buttocks. In one quick moment, Vito had
gripped one of her fearfully quivering white ass cheeks painfully in
his fist, and in the next he had burrowed the entire length of his hand
into the soft hair-lined mounds that protected the soft pink crevice of
her vagina. Ellen moaned and jerked forward, but there was no escape
from the cruel digging fingers that roamed over the thin, puffy edges
of her cunt lips, pulling their softness apart and searching up inside
for her vaginal opening. His fully extended hand covered the entire
length of her pussy, one middle finger working violently over every
inch of her helpless little cuntal slit as he greedily sought his mark.
Then suddenly he found his goal, jamming his middle finger in the tight
smooth hole between the moist fleshy lips and shoving it all the way
forward.
"Aaaaaaaarg, nooooooo," she squealed like a stuck pig and kicked her
legs out wildly behind her in a futile attempt to escape the cruel
impalement. But it only worsened her position and a guttural screech of
further pain came tumbling piteously from deep in her throat when his
second finger joined the first and battered deeper and deeper into her
warm yielding cuntal flesh. It felt as though a hot poker had been
thrust into her burning vaginal passage and was now searing its way up
into her body in search of her soul. Behind him, Billy had regained his
balance and was trying with every ounce of his strength to pull the
cruelly gripping hand away, but Vito's fingers were curved deep up in
her cunt like a fishhook and he held to her like a lust-crazed madman.
His fingers ground around and around in her painfully expanding little
vaginal channel, while Ellen squirmed and jerked her helplessly impaled
buttocks in wild desperation before the depraved attack up between her
open thighs. It felt as though his insanely thrusting fingers were
splitting her in two and her mind reeled from the pain and confusion.
Then suddenly the thin, balloon-like membrane of her virginity gave way
and her mind swooned into a dazed stupor, hardly conscious of anything
but the hotly searing pain up between her legs. The virginity that she
had guarded for so long had been, in one terror-filled instant, torn
brutally away. She fell limply against the floor and would have fainted
dead away had it not been for the commotion of Vito and Billy still
struggling over her. Slowly the fingers withdrew from her pained and
stretched vaginal passage as Billy grabbed Vito by the hair and threw
him violently over her panting body across the truck.
And that was all.
Vito moaned in pain as his head hit the back of the front seat and then
he cringed into the side of the truck when he saw Billy crawling toward
him, murder in his eyes.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Pop yelled over the noise. "We're going to get in
an accident. I can't drive this truck, you're making me so goddamned
nervous."
"I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch. You'll be sorry you did that,
you bastard," Billy shouted at the top of his voice.
"I got more right to her. I ain't had a woman longer than you have,"
Vito snarled back.
"Well, you ain't gettin' nothing' from this one, that's for goddamn
sure. Nothin'. Not even when we get to the warehouse. Nothin'. Never."
Vito sank back into the corner, staring stonily out of the back of the
truck, and a deathly quiet sank over the group that was broken only by
the soft piteous sound of Ellen's sobbing. In the front, Cash lit a
cigarette and Pop cleared his throat nervously. Billy glared around the
truck and then crawled back to the girl, resuming his kneeling position
over her.
Ellen's mind reeled with fear and confusion as once again she felt him
pull her legs apart, breathing heavily over her. Then his hand sank
onto the already finger-ravaged mound of her pussy, and she groaned a
long low soul-searching groan.
Billy's nostrils flared with obvious desire as he concentrated again on
the lewd task before him. Her hair had dislodged itself from its pony
tail in the struggle and now it spilled over her smoothly tanned
shoulders, gleaming softly in the moonlight.
"Just relax, honey. You're going to love every minute of this, I
promise you," he chuckled obscenely to her, once again laying his hands
on her hips, opening his palms and pressing the firm white cheeks
apart, hungrily kneading them. "Just relax, baby and enjoy it."
"No, please, not any more," Ellen whimpered and sobbed with renewed
humiliation at the leering sound of his voice. She could feel the hot
summer night air coursing over her nakedness, and her mind reeled with
fear and shame at the degradation that had already occurred and the
worse that was going to come.
"Oh God, no, please," she cried, feeling his finger make contact with
the fearfully cringing lips of her vagina, slowly spreading apart again
the fleshy fleece-lined lips of the moist wet furrow.
"Ooooooooh."
She jerked forward as his middle finger shot out, its soft flicking tip
circling the quivering clitoris, teasing along the edges of the softly
quivering folds with his other fingers. The finger continued its
maddening tickling against the straining bud of her sexual nerve center
and she groaned heavily from deep down in her throat when his finger
worked its way down the length of the narrow slit to the tight elastic
rimmed opening of naked vagina.
"Nooooooo, not again," she moaned and pleaded as his finger moved from
the ragged edges down to the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.
"Please, please let me go!"
"Hold her," he grunted to Cash. He thrust his middle finger deep down
into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the girl whose soft warm
thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving hand. He
could feel the flesh slip around his extended finger, the walls of the
invaded vagina opening and closing in a desperate little clenching
motion. It felt as though the soft hair-lined little mouth would pull
his finger out by the roots it was so tight.
"It's giving," he said as her juices slowly began flowing. "I can feel
her pussy loosen up."
"Goddamn tight," he muttered, moving his finger in tiny growing circles
deeper and deeper into her. "But she's gettin' wet."
Ellen sobbed in shame and humiliation as she felt her body betraying
her, the tight narrow virginal passageway slowly enlarging and
wettening under the maddening probing of his burrowing finger. She felt
a strange sad regret when the pain gradually decreased, knowing that
the end of the pain also meant the final end of her cherished
virginity. The probing finger was only slipping now through the
shattered remains, sweeping away the last faint obstacles to her final
ravishment by these unspeakably low criminals. She tried to scream, but
it came out a soft pitiful whimper that she doubted they had even
heard. A fatalistic sense of acceptance swept over her. She couldn't
protest any longer - she just couldn't, her body lay defeated by utter
confusion and exhaustion. Once again she thought of her sister, but her
former shock had turned to near envy ... Jennifer at least had enjoyed
it. If only she had given herself to Bob. Now in the face of this
terrible rape, her objections to his few gentle advances seemed prudish
and silly. Little had she known what true immorality meant. Then
gradually she ceased to think at all. Her virginity, her disapproval of
her sister, all that was swept away by the vile fondling of her secret
genitals.
She gasped as his finger suddenly slipped out with a wet sucking sound
and she felt him adjusting himself behind her, slowly massaging the
heavy thick foreskin of his erectly throbbing penis back from the
jerking head while he advanced against the proud young girl who now lay
totally at his mercy. Then there was the feeling of the hugeness of his
fleshy hardness laying the full length of her openly quivering slit.
The jerking head of his lust-bloated cock rested throbbingly between
her widespread thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in
a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips away from it, her
helpless vagina still seeking escape from its hard, blood-filled tip.
She cringed down against the truck floor, her eyes wide in horrified
panic, when he guided it down the softly yielding crevice of her
buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was
poised, pulsating and ready, up between the moisture-covered flanges of
her vagina.
"Hold her steady now, I'm gonna fuck her," he commanded at Cash who had
practically fallen over the front seat in obscene curiosity. Vito had
recovered from the attack of the moment before, and a small trickle of
saliva gleamed from his open panting mouth. "Here goes one big cock
into one tight little cunt."
Ellen felt the lips around her defenselessly throbbing young vagina
pressured open. The elastic rimmed tightness clenched futilely together
and resisted the hard cruel pressure, and a long low groan emitted from
deep in her throat at the harsh pain.
"Noooo! Nooooooo!"
He shoved again - a deeper groan - and the tight little cuntal hole
resisted for another moment, then gave way before the massively erect
flesh boring steadily into it. Ellen's legs jerked out wide on either
side of his body, splaying out against the sides of the truck, kicking
futilely in the air.
"Oooooooh God!" she screamed, her lewdly impaled form pinned helplessly
below the man. The shock against her body had brought her quickly back
to full consciousness, and she squirmed and tossed her helplessly held
buttocks around like a woman possessed, but Vito's outstretched arms
pinned her shoulders tightly to his thighs.
"Sheeeeeeee-iiiiit," Billy moaned in a guttural voice above her,
shoving his hips slightly forward again. And suddenly he could stand it
no more. He pushed forward with everything he had, sinking the lust-
inflated cock all the way up into her tight, virginal little pussy to
the hilt! Ellen felt as though her body were being torn down the middle
and that she would be skewered all the way up to her breasts by this
giant pole of hardened male flesh embedded deep in her vagina. The
fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming out her throat as its
huge blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix, the huge head
burrowing deeper and deeper into her tautly cringing belly. Billy's
face was contorted with the effort of that first vicious stab, and his
lips curled back from his teeth, as he felt his balls slap tightly down
against her piteously jerking clitoris that screwed itself deep down
against the floor, futilely attempting to escape the cruel impalement.
Ellen squirmed helplessly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing
pain of his sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She
flexed her groin muscles tightly together to attempt to ward off the
huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her straining sinews seemed to
incite it more and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly
resisting cunt. The walls of her still tightly resisting vaginal
passage clasped hotly around it like a warm, butter-filled fist. She
could feel its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its
monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled mind.
"Ooooooooooh!" she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more,
stretching the smooth wet walls ever further.
He flexed again and she went limp, feeling him slowly withdraw, pause a
moment, and then plunge in again, setting up a slow rhythmic movement.
She could feel his hips rotating from side to back against her softly
swaying buttocks, forcefully stretching her vagina wider with the
rhythmic beating. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She knew
she must accept this horrible rape without resistance now as it was too
late and she lay motionless beneath him, her eyes clenched tightly
closed, her sounds becoming nothing but incoherent mumblings against
the brutal assault.
She whimpered only slightly when his hands slid under her stomach,
fanning out over the flatness of her belly and pulling her unresisting
buttocks up tighter against his revolving thrusts, thin rivulets of
sweat rolling down his hairy belly wetting the small of her back
between them.
"Fuck her, fuck her harder," Vito chanted in time to the hard rhythmic
thrusts, hardly able to contain his glee while he watched the girl's
helplessly flattening ass-cheeks sliding down the length of Billy's
rock hard instrument. He could see the rigid cock's slow withdrawal
between them, pulling the thin soft ridges of her pink, wetly
glistening cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down into
the floor - and the entry - pushing the soft folds back into her and the
moist shiny length was swallowed whole, back into the salaciously
ravished opening. Only his fear of Billy's vicious temper kept him from
attempting to get on her himself. What he wouldn't give, he gloated to
himself, to hold the snotty little bitch pinned in that lewd helpless
position, squirming like a fly on his aching cock buried deep in her
belly. Spoiled, proud, innocent! She was everything he wanted to
humiliate and subjugate to his perverted will. He had his rights too,
and he was going to get his turn at her proud little pussy when they
got to the warehouse, no matter what Billy had said.
Ellen's mind sank into a dim haze of consciousness as she felt the man
behind her shift and his brutal strokes sinking into her deeper and
harder, the giant head sliding up and down her warm viscous passage
slamming hard against her cervix and his soft balls slapping hotly
against the widespread slit of her pussy below. Warm rushes of air
raced between her thighs as he plunged in again even more brutally,
building into a wild crescendo of fucking as though he meant to tear
her to shreds. She sensed instinctively that he was going to cum, and
her soft whimpers broke into a torrent of wild helpless sobbing at the
thought of his lewd sperm spilling deep into her belly. Oh God, he was
going to cum in her and fill her with his hot sticky lust, maybe even
make her pregnant, she thought, trembling in horror before the
imminent, final shame of his ejaculation into her defenseless belly.
"Move it, move it, hump back!" Billy mumbled over and over to her,
ceaselessly ramming the blood-filled cudgel deep into her helplessly
screaming little belly with long cruel jabs. "Get that ass up in the
air!"
He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as
they beat hard against the tickling little curls of her openly
quivering pussy lips. He was ready to explode. He grabbed her face and
twisting it painfully back toward him, wildly shoved his tongue down
far into her throat and, with harshly kneading hands, pulled the
widespread globules of her large firm breasts hard up against her chest
as he rammed his cock all the way to the hilt in her soft, now
completely unresisting cunt. His hands flailed out from her breasts and
landed on her softly undulating buttocks, kneading them with fingers
driven wild with uncontrollable excitement before one outstretched
finger sank down to her defenseless anal crack and dug cruelly at her
tightly puckered little anus.
"Nooooooo," Ellen's voice wailed like a siren through the truck.
The captive young girl's buttocks ground frantically against him, and
Billy let out a sudden incoherent moan as the head of the deeply sunk
rod flared into hugeness and began to spurt out its white hot liquid
like burning fire. Ellen's buttocks slammed against him with equal
force, trying at first to escape the cruel probing finger and now the
jetting streams of heated cum that ricocheted around and around inside
her dilating vagina, filling it to the bursting point and erupting out
over on to her legs.
"No, no, God, no," she groaned incoherently around the swabbing tongue
still sunk deep in her throat, feeling Billy's massively jerking penis
continuing its wild pulsation to completion, white hot spurts still
spewing from its lust-swollen head and foaming out the fleshy pussy
lips locked around the base of his cock, soaking the soft matted curls
of her blonde pubic hair.
And then Billy collapsed forward. As she felt the weight of the
kneeling man fall against her back, her battered young body gave one
last jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding
lifelessly out on either side of his fatigued body.
Ellen lay with her arms outstretched, dangling doll-like over Vito's
legs. Her belly was filled to the bursting point with Billy's hot
sticky cum. Then she felt him pull himself slowly off her defeated
form, his cock sliding gradually and slipperily out of her ravaged
vagina. Oh God, she sobbed out her shame and humiliation. And this
wasn't even the end. There were the others!
"It's my turn now." Vito announced and pulled himself abruptly out from
under her dangling arms. "Let me have a go at her."
"You ain't getting no turn, I already told you."
"Boys, boys! You just got to stop now. We're coming into the city," Pop
pleaded from the driver's seat.
"I told you once, you ain't gonna touch her," Billy snorted and pushed
Vito's ready form back against the front seat.
"Yeah, we'll see about that," Vito snarled. "I got mine comin', and
I'll get it before we're through with her."
And then all was quiet. Ellen lay shivering on the bottom of the truck,
Billy's cum still trickling in tiny lewd rivulets down the crevice
between her thighs, forming a dark wet circle on the floor of the
truck. Her arms fell limply to the sides while the men dressed her, and
then she sank back to the floor with Billy's hand again over her mouth,
listening with renewed fear to the mens' rambling conversation.
"She's pretty, right?"
"Might as well enjoy the blondes, there'll be nothin' but brunettes
south of the border where we're goin'."
"Unless we take this one along."
A soft laughter was heard in the truck, and Ellen's attention started
with renewed desperation. Oh God, what next? What next?
"Yeah, but this one belongs to me, and she's gonna stay that way,"
Billy said, and Ellen's heart raced to her throat hopefully ... maybe
she wouldn't be raped by them all. Subconsciously, she had already
accepted her fate. Billy was her rapist, maybe he would be her
protector as well.
Then she could feel the car turning off the highway onto a bumpy gravel
road. It traveled only a short distance and then - it stopped, coming to
a halt on what felt like a smooth strip of pavement. The men piled out
of the truck, dragging Ellen's exhausted body with them, and the
captive female found herself standing on the concrete floor of what
seemed to be the garage of a huge warehouse. Through the open door, the
highway on which she had suffered her long tortuous journey was barely
visible in the distance, stretching past the lights of a few scattered
businesses in this run-down section at the outskirts of the city.
Unless she could get Billy to help, this was to be her ultimate fate,
she thought, letting Vito and Cash lead her unresisting body towards a
steep ramshackle staircase. Now she had not only been brutally raped,
but it looked as though they meant to keep her for a good while before
it was over. Why hadn't they just gotten it over with and left her
battered and naked on the country road when they were through? It just
didn't seem possible the way her already horrible situation kept
getting worse and worse. Behind her, she heard Pop pulling the garage
door shut with a loud slam that echoed like a thunder-clap of doom
through the entire empty building. Holding her sandals in her hand, she
trembled when the two men forced her up to the first step of the old
rickety staircase. Ahead of her, Billy quickly led the way up to the
next floor, and she couldn't help placing all her hopes on him keeping
her somehow from the others, despite the brutal way he had just used
her himself. The question was - how long could he hold them off? They
climbed higher and higher, and her fear and anguish increased with each
reluctant step they made her take up the long, seemingly endless
staircase.
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Chapter 4
The interior of the warehouse was a wreck of scattered cardboard boxes
and piles of gunny sacks strewn from one side of the second story level
of the building to the other. Ellen noticed a musty smell that gave
away the fact that the building had been long in disuse. Most of the
windows were shattered, and, even though it was still summer, it felt a
bit cold.
The men forced her up still another stairway leading to some vacant
rooms that looked like they once had served as the office headquarters
to the building. Ellen slowed her pace as she entered the doorway, and
Billy turned and pulled her in.
"Goddamn it's cold," Billy said, rubbing his hands together for warmth.
"I wish we had some way to build a fire here."
"It'll be daylight in a couple hours. The heat'll be on soon enough ...
when they find us gone," Cash quipped, and the others guffawed in
knowing laughter.
"There's one quick way," Vito said, leering at Ellen. "Just get plugged
up inside that little hot pussy, and you got electric heat."
"You get anything inside that, and you'll never get inside nothin'
again. Not after the stunt you pulled in the truck," Billy reprimanded
Vito, walking into a back room and switching on the light.
"Damn, Billy, what you think she is, exclusive territory or somethin'?"
Vito shouted in Billy's direction.
Billy turned from the doorway of the next room and cast his gaze
steadily on Vito. "Look, Vito, we got a job to do, and messing with the
valuable property ain't gonna help none of us."
"What's so valuable about that?" Vito said, gesturing toward Ellen.
"She's just another hot little piece of tail, as far as I can see."
"That piece of tail may make the difference between spending the rest
of your life in the pig's pen, or living nice and easy on the outside."
"You call this nice and easy?" Vito retorted. "I'd take solitary before
I'd stay in this dump for more than two days."
"Hold on, you guys," Cash intervened between the two men. "We gotta
start thinkin' straight. Now Billy, when's the man comin'?"
Billy scratched his head and looked towards Cash and Pop sitting in
broken down chairs on either side of Ellen. "We just sit here and wait.
It should be soon from what I heard before we jumped the cage. That was
a real smooth job. But remember, he can get us back in there as fast as
we got out if we don't follow through with knockin' off the senator. We
get plenty of loot for doin' it, so don't get all anxious, not yet
anyway."
"That sounds real nice," Pop said, running his tongue across his lips
in greedy anticipation. "We get the loot and just disappear."
"But politics is somethin' I don't fancy messin' with," Cash said,
standing up from his chair. "They'll hang you fifty times for shootin'
a senator, then fry your carcass in the chair."
"There are chances, but we been playing our cards right this far, and I
say we make a go of it," Billy answered, asserting his authority once
more.
He smiled at the three men in a superior manner as though he had mapped
out the entire plan beforehand and had some information that he was
withholding from the others. Ellen listened as he went on discussing
the details of what now appeared to be an assassination plot. Her dazed
mind was beginning to focus more clearly on what was going on around
her, and she became more and more aware that this was no ordinary band
of escaped criminals. Her own position as a hostage - and that surely
was what she had become - now was quite obvious. Her hopes of freedom
fell into the knowledge that the men not only intended to use her an
object on which to vent their long pent-up lust, but they would hold
her in case something went wrong with their murderous plans.
"And what about the cunt over here?" Cash asked. "She could blow the
whole thing if she gets loose."
"You let me take care of her," Billy said, a glint of self-
satisfaction in his eye. "Like I said, she's a valuable piece of
property, and she'll be treated as such. And like I say, she ain't
gonna get loose."
"I don't like the idea of the little bitch maybe sneakin' out on us.
The city's only a mile away, and she could have the whole goddamn FBI
down on us before we had time to get the scratch and run outta here."
"Look, we're pros now, part o' the big time, and we gotta act like it,"
Billy said, raising up to his full height. "You get all shook about our
girlfriend here runnin' loose and two to one you'll blow the big kill.
This here senator is money, you gotta remember that."
"It's startin' to sound more like you don't even know who the fucking
senator is! I always like to know whose head I'm puttin' a bullet into
before I get itchy fingers," Vito spoke up, moving towards Billy.
"That's your big surprise. Not knowin' gives things a little more
suspense, don't you think so, Honey?" Billy said, looking down at
Ellen.
"I - I don't think I know what you're talking about," Ellen said,
feeling the tears well up in her eyes once more.
"Now that's what I like to hear," Billy said. "You just be a nice
little girl, and nothin'll happen to ya. Meanwhile you can start
helpin' us clean up this dump. We got some food in the back room, and
after you finish feather-dustin', you can fix us up some chow."
Ellen sat back, resting her head against the wall behind the chair. She
tried to pull the ripped material of her tee-shirt across the exposed
pink nipples of her breasts, but this gesture seemed to bring more lewd
stares from the men around her. The struggle in the car had left Ellen
utterly shaken, and she now tried to cover her half-nakedness by
pulling her legs tight around the long tear the men had made in her
jeans and folding her arms across the lower part of her breasts and the
whiteness of her bared stomach.
"I said we gotta get on with it," Billy repeated viciously, reaching
down and grabbing Ellen by the arm. "I don't think you heard me right."
Ellen instinctively pulled away, feeling the hand increase its grip
around the slightness of her wrist. Then Billy wrenched her up from the
chair, sending her head spinning in another surge of anguished fear and
humiliation as he swung his arm in a wide arc and brought the palm of
his hand down hard against her face.
Ellen stood and covered her tear-stained face with her hands.
"Look, we ain't just playin' at any of this," Billy said, standing back
for a moment. "What we want is real sweet and simple. You start
cleanin' up this old furniture and these mattresses and fixin' up the
joint so that it looks nice and respectful for the gentleman comin'
shortly. Now tell the boys you understand, like a good girl."
"Yes, I - I understand," she finally said quietly. She understood too
well, she thought to herself, glancing fearfully across the room at
Billy who stood under the overhanging light shining harshly over his
fierce-looking face. Ellen was beginning to comprehend the laws that
guided the band of desperate criminals. Their years of imprisonment had
turned them into near-animals who worshipped the strength of the leader
of the pack more than anything else. At the same time, like the
snarling dogs they were, they challenged that strength and, as in
Vito's case, would try to destroy the leader's prestige at any possible
moment. She had become a pawn in their game, and the man who finally
ended up possessing her would simply take over that position of power.
Now it was Billy who ruled over her ultimate fate, but she knew that
the outcome of the struggle that was developing would depend on how he
dealt with their challenge to his authority.
"Now Honey, you look real sweet," Billy said sarcastically. "You get
that pretty ass of yours moving into the next room, and maybe we'll
give you a nice treat if you clean up good and proper."
"And don't forget the chow," Pop exclaimed from his chair. "It ain't
enough just to have a maid, we gotta get some vittles in our guts if
we's gonna make a good job of it tomorrow. Be real nice to have some
home cookin' after ten years of penitentiary soup."
Ellen felt a strong wave of humiliation rush through her as the men
laughed heartily at the old man's remarks. She was completely
unaccustomed to being treated this way, and, despite her fear of any
further struggle over her already violated body, she suppressed a
rebellious feeling that increased as they assigned her the demeaning
task of cleaning up the filthy, so-called apartment.
"All right, Cash," Billy said, thrusting his thumb towards Ellen. "You
show the little lady what's got to be done."
Ellen followed Cash through the dimly lit doorway into an adjacent
room. God, she had never seen such a slovenly mess in all her life!
Piles of filthy mattresses were heaped below the tall warehouse
windows, and pieces of broken furniture covered with mold and dust were
scattered across the rotting linoleum floor. She thought she would
become sick when she breathed in the stale odor coming from a pile of
dirty dishes lying in the sink in a far corner of the room, but she
didn't. It seemed as though her humiliation from the insults to her
body and spirit had strengthened her somewhat. Perhaps she was already
becoming accustomed to this animal world, she thought. It was possible
that the law of jungle survival had been affecting her in ways her own
civilized mind could only instinctively understand.
"First, get them mattresses nice and clean," Cash commanded, pointing
towards the window. "We may need them later on if there's any trouble
with the fuzz."
Ellen stooped over the mattresses and broken furniture, and with a rag
he had flung to her, she began dusting them off. Although it was Cash
commanding her, she felt Billy's unseen presence directed through
Cash's forceful orders. There was no longer any sense in the hopeless
resistance she had put up at first. She had at least kept herself close
to Billy, and as long as he retained his power she was relatively safe.
Cash and Pop, and to some extent Vito, were under Billy's control, but
if she aroused the leader's displeasure she would be thrown to them as
the vestal virgins of ancient Rome had been thrown to dens of wild
untamable lions.
"After that, them dishes in the sink need some washin'," he added with
a certain sense of authority. "You don't want to get Billy mad, cause
when he gets that way there ain't nobody can stop him."
Ellen nodded dully in assent and shrugging in resignation continued her
task of cleaning up the mess. Cash had helped her pile the mattresses
against the windows, and it occurred to her that the men were preparing
for a possible gun battle when she observed the way the mattresses were
arranged. They were piled up as though they had planned to use them as
a shield against bullets that might be shot towards the windows from
the vacant lot behind the warehouse.
The dishes were clean now, and she stood them up on a rack she had
improvised on a table beside the sink. Cash had left the room to bring
in some groceries from the truck, and she felt free to gather her
thoughts for a moment. Her biggest problem had been believing that all
this was really happening to her. The incredible nightmare had actually
begun on the beach when she had seen Jennifer fondling the long hard
penises of the two young men below the sand dune. The series of
emotional shocks that had followed had fused in her mind into an
agonizing blur of painful and humiliating thoughts and images, and now
it seemed as though the horrible evening would never end. It must be
almost early morning, she thought, yet the four men had shown no signs
of retiring for the night.
Cash reentered the room and placed the bag of groceries beside the
sink. "Billy says you're to get us some supper. And make it quick," he
added with an authority of his own.
"There's nothing to cook on in here," Ellen said, surprising herself at
the boldness of her statement.
"Them's all canned things," Cash retorted roughly. "We can eat cold for
a couple days."
"W - what can I fix?" she asked with a slight tremble in her voice,
feeling her fear returning as Cash stared at her cruelly. It was
evident that she had angered Cash by speaking out so abruptly, and that
was just what she had been trying not to do. She was intent on being as
docile and unobtrusive as possible. She knew that everything she said
to this man went directly back to Billy. She dared not alienate Billy
completely or he might be forced to show his control over her by
letting the others take advantage of her as he had done, and this was
the last thing she wanted to happen - she would rather die than have
them molest and prod her like that again.
"Open up them sardines and start fixin'," Cash shouted, interrupting
her thoughts.
Ellen reached into the grocery bag and set a can of sardines and a loaf
of bread onto the table. She was a bit surprised to find that the
soreness between her legs was not as acute as she thought it might be,
but as she bent over the table she felt a surge of pain come from
inside her thighs and pulse upward into her groin. Yes, the tenderness
was still there, and she couldn't escape the fact that she had been
ravished and her cherished virginity had been stolen from her forever.
The assault Vito had subjected her to with his fingers had accomplished
this, and now she hoped beyond hope that she could escape any further
violation of her body from this group of escaped convicts.
Ellen tried to shake the memory of the dreadful incident from her mind,
but she couldn't. It just didn't seem possible that all of this could
have happened to her in such a short, unexpected, period of time and
yet she recalled now that there had been a rash of kidnappings and
political assassinations recently that had caught the attention of the
press and the entire nation. She remembered with bitter irony that she
had once believed that such a thing could never happen to her and that
her world was safe and secure, just as millions of other Americans had
probably believed about their own lives. But why had these men treated
her as they did? This was the unwritten account of what probably
happened in dozens of such incidents. The poor victims, fearful of the
horrible stigma that would go with them the rest of their lives, had
refused to tell the real stories of rape and ravishment that lay behind
their abductors' political purposes.
Ellen was still uncertain of what exactly had gone on in the truck only
a few hours before. The bitter details were a confused jumble in her
mind as she had been in a state of complete shock since the escapees
had first grabbed her. Yet one thing was crystal clear to her. Her
sister had betrayed an important trust by behaving as she had on the
beach, and in some barely comprehensible manner Jennifer was
responsible for her being here at the mercy of Billy and his fellow
intriguers.
"Man, I'm starving to death, where the hell's the food," Billy's voice
rang out from the next room, interrupting Ellen's thoughts.
"She can't go no faster than she is," Cash answered, looking over at
Ellen who was placing the sardines on slices of white bread. Cash's
voice had a note of irritation in it, and Ellen hoped that this did not
signal the beginning of a conflict between the two men. Cash had
patiently watched as she prepared the sandwiches and was now making a
salad, but she knew that this apparent gentleness would turn into
violent passion if he were provoked. She was aware of her breasts
hanging out from the tear in her tee shirt, and she could feel the cool
air rush against her leg from where they had ripped open the leg of her
jeans up to her crotch, exposing one softly-rounded cheek of her
buttocks. She tried vainly to conceal herself by pulling her legs close
together and keeping one arm pressed next to her half-bared breast, but
she couldn't. If Cash would just keep his eyes off her she would be
able to work much faster, but as it was she felt his gaze pass over
every soft curve and lewdly exposed crevice of her body, and she
twisted uneasily as she sensed his eyes glued more tightly to the
smooth white firmness of her buttocks.
"You're one of the most appetizing cooks I ever seen," Cash joked
salaciously. "But you are also one of the goddamn slowest."
"The food's ready now," she said weakly, turning with one plate piled
high with salad and another with sandwiches.
"Chow's ready," he shouted towards the next room, without taking his
eyes from her voluptuous young body.
"Then bring it in here," Billy laughed. "Pop looks so hungry he might
eat me up."
Ellen followed Cash into the next room and set the plates down on the
floor in front of Billy who lay back on the mattress looking at her
with an amused expression.
"Goddamn, girl, I ain't gonna eat off no floor," Billy growled in
irritation. "You go and get a table or somethin', so we can eat like
civilized human beings."
Ellen returned to the kitchen and pulled the table from beside the sink
into the makeshift living room. Then she set the plates on the table
top, watching Billy all the while to see if he was still displeased.
"Now that's more like it. Them there sandwiches look mighty good. And
what we got here, a nice little salad," Billy said, a note of
viciousness in his voice. "Dig in boys, we's gonna need all the
nourishment we can get."
Ellen stood back by the door and watched as the four men gathered
around the table and began to eat. It was the first time she really had
an opportunity to see all of them clearly, as she had tried to avert
her gaze from them while they had attacked her in the truck, and when
they had entered the warehouse she had been too filled with shame to
look them in the face. Now she could see them clearly under the strong
glare of the overhanging light, and a sharp stab of fear cut like a
knife through her stomach. Their faces were drawn in what she suddenly
realized was a prison pallor and their expressions, as they ate, were
those of desperate animals who seemed to fear that the food that had
been set in front of them might be quickly removed.
Cash was the nearest of the four men; he appeared to be in his middle
thirties, a few years older than Billy, but quite a bit younger than
Pop. He was slightly balding with shortly cropped blond hair that was
graying at the temples. As he bent over his food he displayed a kind of
brute strength that was emphasized by his huge forearms and a thick
neck that bulged out from a large muscular chest. He reminded Ellen of
some dock workers she had seen on the Tampa waterfront earlier that
summer. They were a tough vicious breed and she had heard that when
they became drunk they frequently got into fights that often ended
fatally.
Pop, who had been driving the truck when they abducted her, was a heavy
set middle-aged man with rough looking skin and bulging red eyes. Of
the four men he appeared the most inhuman and depraved. Years of prison
confinement had transformed his every movement into a gesture of animal
cunning that Ellen could sense now as he shifted his eyes from his
plate of food to her body. There was an innate cold cruelty in Pop's
eyes that she couldn't really explain, but she knew that his easy-going
attitude was just a front hiding a bestial inner-self that needed only
a nod from Billy to be released. Pop had been trained to obey the
commands of any one man, but at the same time he seemed to harbor a
deep resentment against that authority. Like an old dog who had stored
up years of hate against an unjust master, he only waited for a moment
of faltering when he might spring and destroy ...
Billy was a tall, sandy-haired young man who carried himself with an
arrogant confidence befitting his position as gang chief. He had well
formed features and a square strong looking chin that revealed a strong
willed character that Ellen had already learned to fear and respect.
His arms were large and well muscled and sloped down to powerful hands
that Ellen remembered had held her so brutally in the car. She winced
when she recalled the movement of his wrenching fingers across her
buttocks: she could still feel the painful marks he had made on her
sides as he had plunged into her and ravished her so viciously.
Although Billy was quite handsome in an obscene animal like way, there
was something about him that repulsed her. He was colder and more aloof
than the other men, and he seemed to lack a warmth of feeling that
could lead him to commit acts of violence without having a second
thought about it.
Vito, on the other hand, was bony and skinny with a shock of black
greasy hair falling across his forehead. A long scar was slashed across
his cheek that emphasized the paleness of his face and brought out the
shiftiness of his character. If Pop appeared to be the most inhuman and
depraved of the group of criminals, Vito was the most conniving and
jealous. His dark darting eyes and his constantly tensed thin mouth
suggested the born criminal personality who would have entered the
world of crime even if the circumstances of his life had not sent him
in that direction.
Earlier Ellen had feared an inevitable clash between Vito and Billy
over leadership of the gang, and now as she watched the two men finish
their sandwiches, she knew her fears had not been unjustified. Although
they were completely opposite physically and mentally, both men had the
driving desire to dominate and master the weaker human beings who
crossed their path.
"Hey, little girl, what you lookin' at," Billy said, staring up at her
from his empty plate. "Get into that kitchen and make us some more
sandwiches."
Ellen darted back into the next room and began looking for some more
food to fix the four voraciously hungry men. The sardines were all
gone, but she found some cold cuts in the bottom of the grocery sack
and quickly placed the slabs of meat on slices of bread and returned to
the living room to set the full plate on the table.
The men dug into the sandwiches again and continued consuming their
food in silence. As they ate they cast their gaze up from the table to
her face and then dropped their eyes slowly in a lewd movement down to
her half-exposed breasts and legs. There could be no doubt about what
they were thinking about, and she kept her eyes on Billy as she cowered
back from the table.
He was her only hope now, and as much as she was afraid of him, she
feared the others more. She had been forced into a dilemma where she
had to choose from one of four evils, and she truly felt that he would
be her best bet if she hoped to survive the next few days without
suffering a fate far worse than losing her virginity. Yes, she had come
a long way from the innocent young thing she had been a few short hours
before. She had believed in the absolute preciousness of her female
dignity, and had thought the preservation of that purity should be
striven for at all costs. But now she realized there were far greater
indignities to be suffered - humiliations that in her virginal innocence
she had never even thought of, never in her wildest dreams. So she, as
though she were living in some primitive, war-like tribe, was forced to
choose Billy as the strongest of the group for mere survival sake, and
she hoped ultimately she would be accepted by him.
But she wasn't too sure.
Billy's actions were confusing. His strong assertive confidence
appeared almost businesslike at times, and watching him eating now, she
noticed that he didn't seem as concerned or even aware of her presence
as the others. She was just there, a mere object to be toyed with at
will; yet he knew she was his by virtue of his leadership of the gang.
"That was real good," Pop said, licking his lips in satisfaction. "I
could use a couple shots to polish it all off."
"That sounds like a great idea, Pop," Billy said, yawning and
stretching backwards on his chair. "Now you trot your sweet little ass
into the kitchen, Honey, and get a bottle of booze for us fellas."
Ellen went into the kitchen and found a bottle of whiskey wrapped in a
paper sack at the bottom of the grocery bag. She brought the bottle
back with some glasses and watched silently by his side as he poured a
drink out for all of them.
"You only brought four glasses," Billy said, winking up at her. "We
want five. You gonna drink with us, don't you understand?"
Ellen winced and began to turn back to the kitchen. "Here, save
yourself some trouble, Baby, and drink out of mine," Billy said, a note
of disarming tenderness in his voice.
He poured his glass completely full and handed it to Ellen, who in an
unconscious gesture of revulsion pushed the glass away from her face.
"Goddamn it, I said drink it you little bitch," he commanded, smiling
broadly at the three men who sat with their eyes glued on Ellen.
The young girl slowly moved the glass of amber colored liquid toward
her lips. It smelled bitter and strong, and she flinched involuntarily
as she took a small sip and felt the hot liquid burn all the way down.
This was the first time she had drank any liquor straight, and she felt
momentarily sick as the whiskey began burning the walls of her stomach.
She choked as Billy thrust his hand around her wrist and forced her to
drink the rest in one gulp.
"Damn, she drunk all of that stuff," Vito laughed. "She's a regular pro
at it."
"She's comin' along real well," Billy smiled. "And with me teachin' her
the ropes she'll be a professional in no time."
"We's gonna get some of that too, ain't we, Billy?" Pop gloated. "We
can't just sit here and watch. I mean, hell, I ain't had no woman for
nearly fifteen years."
"Ya waited that long, another couple weeks ain't gonna hurt ya," Billy
laughed.
"But that ain't fair, Chief. She's just as much ours as your own," Cash
shouted. "We's the ones who helped you grab her up off that beach road.
I say she's everybody's property."
"I say she's mine," Billy said sternly, rising up to his full height.
"Anybody messes with this little pussy, and he's gotta answer to me.
Remember, she's here because we need a hostage, not to knock off a
piece of ass whenever we feel like it."
"Look, Billy," Vito said, speaking up for the first time in awhile.
"You already fucked the stuck-up little bitch. You can't change the
facts."
Ellen listened in astonishment at the vile exchange of words, pulling
instinctively closer to Billy as the argument continued. She knew that
her fate would be sealed with the outcome of the discussion, and she
hoped somehow that Billy would be able to keep the three men off her.
"The facts are plain and simple," Billy answered. "But if you'd like to
take a little look-see at the merchandise you're welcome a quick
glance, with no touchin' that is."
Billy reached for Ellen's arm and pulled her violently toward the group
of men. Ellen could feel the palm of his hand tighten around her wrist,
then she sensed his fingers loosen slowly, as though he was intending
to show his power to the men but did not want to hurt her. She let
herself go weak under the strong pressure of the man's hand and found
herself being pulled down toward the mattress.
"Now just look," Billy said, grasping her chin firmly in one hand while
he still held her wrist strongly within his other fist. "Ain't she a
sweet cunt? She's a real wonder."
Then in one swift movement Billy's hand reached down and ripped open
the flimsy material of her tee shirt completely, throwing the tattered
cloth onto the floor. Ellen fell backward for a moment in surprise,
suddenly feeling the nakedness of the upper part of her body and trying
to cover the exposed pink fleshed nipples of her large full breasts.
"Now you take a look at that boys," she heard his voice hiss. "That's
what I call a real damn hostage, what dya think, Pop?"
"J - Jeeze, look at them goddamn titties," the old man exclaimed,
lurching forward from his chair.
"Now hold on, boys. You just keep your hands off them pretty knockers,
cause I got somethin' better to show you."
Ellen pulled away again, rising and trying vainly to escape her final
exposure to the lewdly staring criminals seated before her, then she
felt Billy's hand reach under the tightly clasping waist band of her
jeans, and she heard and sensed the thick denim rip and slide down over
the voluptuous young curves of her hips. The jeans fell in a useless
pile to the floor and now she was standing naked and completely
defenseless before them. She felt the cool air rush around the blonde
silken treasure lying up between her thighs, and she clenched her legs,
futilely trying to hide herself from their obscene glances.
"Now just walk around a bit," Billy commanded harshly. "I want the
fellas to see what ya got that they can't get. But be nice about it,
they been without it a bit too long."
Ellen shuddered and drew back from them, trying to bring herself to run
to the door of the kitchen but somehow she was frozen in her tracks
with a fear that increased as she watched the three men slowly rise
from the mattress. Ellen pulled close to Billy and looked up into his
cold expressionless face for some reassurance, but it didn't come. The
men were coming closer now and she found herself trembling as the
lewdly fascinated group shambled forward, the obscene glare of their
vision clamped vise-like on her nakedly shivering young body.
Billy had done nothing to ward the three men off. He just sat
impassively in his chair while they began their lust-incited appraisal
of each curve and soft dimple of her body, gaping with unadulterated
admiration and animal-like lust at her luscious fullness of her breasts
and the soft-downed blush of sparse blonde pubic hair curling between
her legs.
"Jesus Christ," Cash breathed, almost in a groan. "That is really
something."
Vito stood only a few inches from her, his beady eyes glazed over with
a film of lust and his tensed mouth working spasmodically. It was all
he could do to keep from rushing the young girl again, and he seemed to
struggle to avoid raising his arm to fondle her softness in his hand.
Vito knew that this would be fatal, as Billy still had claim to her as
gang leader, but he would wait until the opportune moment, if that
moment ever came, and then he would vent all of his hate and passion
and would show Billy and the other men just what kind of a man he was.
"There ain't no reason you got to hold us off like this, Billy," Pop
said, rubbing the palms of his rough fat hairy hands together, as his
eyes followed the smooth contours of her body from the lust curve of
her ripely up-thrust breasts to the smooth fleshy contours of her hips
and thighs.
Billy stood up from his chair, exulting in his power to tantalize the
other men with this young captive who was his and his alone. His
strength seemed to know no bounds, and his arrogant authority shone
through his bright blue eyes that seemed to revel in the control he
held over her and the others. Slowly the imprint of a contemptuous
smile began to curl over his lips.
"Now I know you fellas need a little pussy, and I sympathize," he said,
smirking viciously at the men. "And I plan to make it so you can have
the chance to get her fair and square."
"That's what we been talking about ever since she was brought in here,"
Cash exclaimed, covetously running his eyes down the long smooth arc of
Ellen's hips to the long curve of her tanned perfectly formed legs.
"Then, what I suggest is a gentlemanly game a' craps," Billy smiled. "I
win, and you gotta pay me from the loot we get after the job - but if I
lose then she's all yours."
"You know that ain't fair, Billy," Pop said, raising his voice in weak
protestation. "Everybody knows you're a champ at craps."
"You play the game if you like the idea. Remember it's you three
against me. All I do is roll the dice; you all call my bets." Billy
laughed, and poured the glass Ellen was holding half-full with whiskey
again.
Ellen pulled the whiskey glass up to her lips and took a long deep sip.
She just couldn't believe what was going on around her! Here she was
about to be used as stakes in a dice game, and she had absolutely
nothing to say about it! The thought of being gambled for as though she
was some kind of slave girl in an Arab market place sent strong spasms
of revulsion through her stomach. There was no turning back now, and
she could only pray to the gods of chance that Billy would be lucky or
conniving enough to retain his power and control over her.
"I - I can't take it," she mumbled, almost incoherently to Billy. "Wh -
what is going to happen to me?"
"You just keep your little ass quiet and everything will turn out just
fine, Honey," Billy said, his voice sounding slightly irritated with
her.
Ellen sat back and sipped nervously from the glass of whiskey, feeling
the clammy tingle of self-degradation and fear creep over her again.
She was almost at the point where she would beg, grovel, or do anything
possible to escape from the three men; but some final vestiges of pride
remained. Although she knew that total subservience to Billy was her
only choice at this point, she vowed to herself that at the moment when
either of the two evils was forced upon her, she would at least have
some remaining sense of her female dignity still intact.
"All right," Cash shouted, full of expectant excitement now. "I'm
ready. But what do we use as money until the loot gets here?"
"Just take some pieces of paper and rip 'em up and we'll use 'em as
stakes for the time bein'," Billy answered, picking up a piece of
newspaper from the floor. He tore long even shreds of the paper and
placed them on the top of the table, one pile in front of each of the
escaped convicts who counted their share as though it were real money.
"And if we win, we get to do what we like with her, is that right?"
Cash asked, gazing at Billy with a pleading look in his eyes.
"That's absolutely kerrect!" Billy asserted. "Just gimme the bones, and
we can begin."
Pop reached in his pocket and brought out a pair of worn-looking dice
and placed them in Billy's outstretched hand. Billy dropped the cubes
on the table several times, then seized them and threw them back into
Pop's face.
"Goddamn, Pop, you sneaky old bastard," Billy shouted contemptuously at
the old man. "Snake eyes every time. You guys got any dice that ain't
fixed?"
Cash tossed a pair of his own on the table, and Billy shuffled them
around a few times, finally satisfied that they were good.
"I get the idea that I'm in on this, Billy," Vito's jackal-like voice
suddenly sounded out. "I can get some of it too, can't I?"
Billy looked up, obviously gloating in his self-assurance and the sense
of power that he held over the thin-lipped young man who was
practically begging in front of him.
"You get a slice of the cake, of course you do, Vito," Billy said
slyly. "But it ain't gonna be anything important. You just might do a
little eating, understand?"
Vito slunk back from the table, a cruel hurt look apparent in his dark
eyes. Ellen watched him carefully out of the side of her vision,
fearing that Billy might provoke him beyond the point where Vito could
take any more of the gang leader's vicious jibes. It was obvious that
Billy was glorying in the salacious glances the others were casting at
her nakedly white body, and it seemed as though he wanted to extend his
domination over them as far as he could under the opportune
circumstances.
While the men rose and went to the opposite side of the room, Ellen
began clearing away the table. She watched for a moment as they bent a
few feet from the wall, and she took the dishes into the kitchen. After
she had set the dishes in the sink and returned to the living room,
Billy made her drink from another glass of the whiskey. She had now
consumed nearly three glasses of the strong-tasting liquid, and
although it made her feel somewhat light-headed, it was preferable to
the horrible fainting feeling she experienced when they looked at her
so obscenely. She needed something to shield herself from the shocks
that had been assaulting her mind and body all evening, and though she
usually found drinking distasteful she now welcomed each additional
glass of the warm liquid he made her take.
The craps game was going at a slow pace. Ellen didn't quite understand
the rules they were following for tossing the dice, but she could see
by Billy's worried expression that things were not proceeding as he had
planned. He would toss the dice against the wall, and it appeared that
the three men would bet on the number of dots that came up. She noticed
several times that when both dice came up with two dots face up on each
cube the men would scream out "snake eyes" which seemed to mean that
Billy had lost that particular toss. But when Billy tossed the next
time and came up after the first throw with a combination of seven or
eleven as a total number, the men looked disappointed. However, this
did not happen often. Usually seven came up after the initial throw,
and Billy would curse and snarl at the dice almost as though they were
alive.
Cash knelt on the floor and watched Billy toss the dice. He smiled
exultantly as his leader's losses piled up. Cash was not only slowly
whittling more and more of Billy's money away from him, but was betting
the other two men on what numbers might come up ... and he seemed to be
winning there besides.
After two and a half hours of intense play Vito rose, and growling
something incoherently, he threw the remainder of his stakes on the
floor in disgust. Ellen breathed a sigh of relief at this turn of
events. At least she needn't be bothered with Vito any more this
evening; yet the game between Cash and Billy, with Pop still betting,
was growing close and more intense.
Each throw of the dice seemed to send up those glittering snake eyes
that took on a more evil quality as Ellen tried to concentrate her will
on making Billy's luck run better. But it was impossible. Billy was now
drinking heavily, even though Ellen tried to down most of the liquor in
the glass he had poured for himself, and Pop and Cash seemed to sense
his growing impatience, and they played it for all it was worth. At one
point, Ellen got up with the liquor bottle tucked in hand, intending to
go into the kitchen and secretively dilute the whiskey with water.
Cash's watchful eye caught her as she was about to disappear into the
next room, and silently she turned around and seated herself again at
the table. The game went on. Billy drunkenly pushed his glass next to
the bottle, bidding her to refill it, and with a growing sense of
anguished helplessness, Ellen obeyed his command.
The shapes of tables and chairs and dice throwers was growing quite
hazy, and Ellen had difficulty focusing on the movement of the players
crouched down on the floor in front of her. If she could have her way
she would drink the whole bottle of whiskey in order to send herself
into complete unconsciousness, but the truth was she couldn't. The men
had carefully kept their eyes on the bottle knowing full well what her
intentions had been. They were not going to let her get away with
blotting out their actions from her mind if they got hold of her - and
at this point it looked like they just might succeed in winning her
away from Billy. Now she had become nothing more than an exalted pawn
in a dice game that had turned into a play for power among four
desperately gambling escaped convicts whose main purpose in life had
been and still was to dominate and destroy every defenseless being that
came within their grasp.
Ellen leaned back in her chair and took another long sip at the glass
of whiskey, almost forgetting her own nakedness as she concentrated on
the game going on before her. But now as the dice continually came up
craps, snake eyes or box cars for Billy's first throws and sevens after
he had established a poi