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RWS-190: The Girlfriend's Revenge - Book 2
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1
The sea wind rushed through the eaves of the large warehouse, sending
draughts of humid air through the cracks in the windows and up the
stairs into the rooms occupied by Cash and Ellen, the driver, Sylvia,
and the German Shepherd.
Cash sat nervously silent. After his face had broken into a grin of
relief at seeing Ellen captive, he had said simply, "Hi, Sylvia," out
of the corner of his mouth and then gruffly but not cruelly grasped
Ellen's elbow and led her back upstairs.
It was obvious that he was uncomfortable around the well-dressed middle
aged man, who - in spite of the dimness - had put on a pair of sun
glasses. The man's clothes, suave cleanliness, and unsmiling face made
him look more menacing than any of the convicts. Feeling drained of
hope and lifeless, Ellen sat wearily down at the small table, her
shoulders slumped, and felt the return of sensation to her gravel-
shredded bare feet. The pain seemed to radiate upward to her bruised
and battered vagina; it throbbed in protest with each beat of her
heart.
Sylvia stood with her hands on her hips and gazed around at the soiled
mattresses and the litter on the floor. "Jeez, what a fucking dump,"
she said loudly and to no one in particular.
The driver had disdainfully pulled out a chair opposite Ellen, brushed
crumbs off it, and sat down, holding his umbrella between his knee; the
attaché case he had been carrying was placed on the floor by his left
foot. Ellen noted that he continued to wear his hat, raincoat, and
driving gloves. He waited quietly, like a sleeping coiled snake, as if
he had all the time in the world.
Ellen was sitting there, trying not to weep, when she saw the German
Shepherd, Rex, suddenly perk his long ears forward. He rose, his tail
wagging, and went to the head of the stairs. Then he barked loudly and
began noisily scrambling down toward the landing.
The driver spun rapidly, his hand blurred as it came out of the
raincoat pocket clutching a snub-nosed revolver. Ellen gasped as both
Sylvia and Cash froze.
A second later, they all relaxed when Billy silently padded into the
room followed by the dog. His hooded eyes took in Ellen first and,
although he didn't speak to her, she sensed a surprisingly quiet
gentleness in his movements which made her feel slightly more at ease.
His hand dropped to Rex's ears and he scratched the dog affectionately
as he nodded toward the man who had been driving the car.
It was then that Sylvia, tall, dark-haired, and sensual-looking in
spite of the fact that she was probably still a teenager, stood up with
a look of obvious displeasure on her face. "Whatsa matter, Billy, don't
you have any kisses for me, or have ya been saving them up for your
goddamn dog," she asked coarsely. When he didn't answer immediately,
her eyes narrowed nastily, "Or maybe you been up so long that you've
gotten used to those penitentiary fairies I hear so much about. Or
maybe it's this blonde bitch here," she said, tossing her head
contemptuously toward Ellen.
"Shut up, Sylvia," he said ominously.
"Don't tell me to shut up ..." she began and her words were cut short
in the middle of the sentence when Billy took two fast steps forward
and viciously slapped her face; the force of the blow caused the girl
to topple sideways and fall onto the mattress.
"Who is she," Sylvia spat out like an angry cat.
"That ain't none of your business." His attitude softened unexpectedly.
"Besides, we wanted a little something to keep us company while we
waited for you guys to show. We just might need her if things get tight
with the fuzz."
Sylvia stood, obviously emboldened again by his softened tone of voice.
She looked at the gang leader, then glared at Ellen across the length
of the room. She was a tall, remarkably striking girl with jet black
hair and large, ripely rounded breasts whose nipples appeared clearly
beneath her tight, flimsy blouse. Her young face had an arrogance to it
that emphasized an aggressive sexuality, and it was suddenly quite
obvious to Ellen why Billy had been attracted to the woman: she was the
perfect alter ego to the gang chief, whose every gesture reflected a
primitive grace and animal sexuality.
The tall brunette nodded, then her lips curled in a sneer and her face
flushed. "She says you all gang-banged her. Ya mean to say ya couldn't
wait until I got here to get a little?"
Cash broke out with a loud guffaw, a laugh that was quickly smothered
when he saw the murderous look on Billy's face. "Why should I wait for
a slut like you?" he said quietly. "Did you wait? Or have the stories
I've been hearing about you and 'Paddy' O'Hare been all lies?"
"Billy ... honestly ... I ... I ..." she began, and it was obvious from
her expression that she was going to lie.
"Oh, shut up," he said contemptuously. "Just shut up."
The gang leader went back toward the doorway and rapidly flicked the
light switch off and on three times. "Pop's out there at the turn-off,"
he said to Cash. "Anyone seen Vito?"
"I believe I almost ran over him," the well-dressed man said, not
changing expression.
"It's too bad you didn't," Billy said. "It would have saved me the
trouble of killing the son of a bitch."
A moment later, the sound of the pickup truck came from beneath the
windows. This was followed by Pop's heavy foot-tread on the stairs. He,
like all the others, looked relieved when he saw Ellen had been
recaptured. "It's starting to rain," he said, as casual as if he were
entering a barber shop for a haircut.
"You see Vito?" Billy asked.
Pop hesitated a second, then shrugged. "Yeah. I saw him cutting through
the dunes coming in this direction." He looked back and forth between
Ellen and Billy, then shrugged again as if he had decided to keep his
thoughts to himself. His weathered face broke into a slight grin when
he saw Sylvia, apparently for the first time. "Why ... lookie who's
come to visit! Hello, there ... honey," he growled playfully.
Sylvia merely stared at him as if he were something that had crawled
out of a sewer pipe, then turned her back on him.
Pop's face flushed in anger and his eyes narrowed. Ellen found herself
shuddering at his look of hatred, and it was only then that she
remembered her original opinion of the fat old man - that although he
was not as sadistic as Vito, he was probably the most evil of all of
the convicts in spite of his jolliness and friendly outgoing demeanor.
Less than a minute later, Rex moved restlessly away from Billy's side
and growled low in his throat. The gang leader gave a hand signal and
the dog went over to the corner and lay down.
Vito, looking white-faced and frightened, slunk into the room. His
ferrety eyes blazed with murder as they swept over Ellen. "You fucking
bitch," he said, and had taken one step toward the cringing young
blonde when Billy's fist hit him on the side of the head. He literally
flew through the air and bounced against the wall, where he slumped
almost unconscious to the floor. Then, shaking his head to clear it,
his eyes a cauldron of madness, he put his hand in his pocket and
withdrew a switch blade knife which he flickered open. The seven inch
blade leapt to life, ready to destroy.
Stone-faced, completely unconcerned, Billy pulled a revolver from his
waist band and pulled back the trigger with a soft click. "Tell
everyone goodbye, Vito."
Only then did the wiry little convict panic. "No ... no, Billy. Don't
...." he panted. "Look, I'm throwing away my knife. I didn't mean ... I
.... NO ..." The last was a scream as he saw his death warrant written
on the gang leader's face. "NO!"
"No, Billy," a new voice came - a voice of authority, full of cold
menace ... sure of itself.
Billy spun around and found himself facing the barrel of the well-
dressed man's gun.
"Put it away, Billy. Put it away ... now!" the man said, his finger
white on the trigger.
There was silence for a moment - a silence broken only by the sound of
excited spittle sliding down Pop's throat as he swallowed, and the
sudden scrabble of paws against wood as Rex scrambled to his feet.
"Stay," Bill commanded, not taking his eyes off the man. When he was
satisfied that the German Shepherd was going to obey, he asked, "Why
shouldn't I kill that little son of a bitch? Give me one reason. He let
the girl escape. He's the one who almost got us picked up even before
we left the prison. Why shouldn't I put a bullet in his fucking brain?"
"Because you need him. He's a good mechanic and you'll need him if
anything goes wrong with the boat when you're en route to the island."
"He's trouble," Billy said.
"He's a mechanic, and you might need him," the man repeated.
Ellen stared at the showdown between the two men and then saw Billy's
shoulders slump in defeat. Gradually he lowered his gun. The other
man's expression remained unchanged; he waited until Billy's gun was
back in his waistband and then put his own weapon away.
Once assured that he was safe, Vito got quickly to his feet again. He
stumbled as he stood, falling against Sylvia. "Get yer cruddy hands off
me, you fucking little creep," she said in disgust, shoving him away.
Pop and Cash both guffawed loudly and Billy nodded as if he finally
agreed with something the tall brunette said. Vito's mouth tightened
and his wiry figure stiffened dangerously.
Sylvia stood her ground, smirking at him. "Don't ruffle up your
feathers at me, pig shit. You ain't got no knife to back you up now ...
or had you forgotten you threw it away when you were crapping in your
britches a couple of seconds ago. It's too bad Billy didn't shoot you."
"Shut up, both of you," Billy said with ominous softness.
Vito stood, trembling with barely suppressed violence. His glance of
hatred raked over the tall brunette's body, then flickered - snake-like -
toward Ellen seated at the table. If anything the murderous look
intensified.
Ellen shuddered in spite of herself. Vito was really the only one that
truly frightened her. Pop was evil, but she had discovered last night
with her mouth full of his hotly throbbing penis that she could handle
his particular brand of evilness. Vito, though, was something else than
human ... and she was eternally grateful that he had not been given a
chance to use her as the others had last night. Now she could feel his
eyes course viciously down the length of her young body, and she felt
vulnerable as she sensed his lust mounting anew as he made an obscene
appraisal of her still partly exposed breasts and the line of naked
flesh showing openly through her ripped jeans.
The young blonde hostage instinctively drew nearer to the gang leader
who kept a watchful eye on Vito and her. She had already forgiven him
for using her body as a wager in a crap game the night before. He had
lost her in a game of chance that had as much value to the four
desperate criminals as any judgment from a high court of justice. She
sensed that Billy had resolved to hold his gang off from her and would
do all in his power to keep them from using her as they had during the
long and horrible night. He wouldn't reprimand them, but they wouldn't
get the chance to abuse her again ... not while he was alive!
Ellen felt relatively secure now that Billy was still here close by her
side to protect her. He wasn't angry at her escape attempt; it seemed
as if he liked her even more as a result. Her thoughts automatically
turned to ways she might please him if she really had to, and she knew
that if called upon to give herself to him she would do it in
gratitude, but she would never permit herself to be handled by the
others again. Yes, Billy was strong and she was going to humble
herself, no matter how distasteful it might be, to the more powerful of
her abductors. Only then - as the chief's woman - would she be protected.
It was as simple as that, and yet the young girl still was deeply
shaken at how the comparatively serene course of her life had been
dramatically altered within a period of only a few hours.
Now she would do anything to please Billy, and she was aware that he
needed her silent encouragement if he were to remain gang leader. It
was strange how most of life's choices were made by outside
circumstances alone. She wondered how much her choice of Bob as her
fiance had to do with their first accidental meeting at a dance, and
the fact that his mother and father were close friends of her parents.
Now she had a choice between four escaped convicts, all of whom, except
Vito, had ravished her against her will, but she still had to make a
choice between them for her protector.
She knew it wouldn't take much to get any one of these men to act as a
shield against the others, but the question was whether her own choice
would hold in good stead. Despite her own deep-seated feelings of
revulsion and fear of Billy, she knew through a second sense that he
had a soft spot in his heart for her. She could tell by the way he had
acted, almost tenderly, after he had raped her in the back of the
truck, and she had become aware of his feelings again after he had lost
the crap game. The look of sad relinquishment of her beautiful young
body to Cash and Pop last night had sent a shock of momentary
understanding through her tortured mind - but that had been quickly
blotted out by the brutal ravishment of her tender young body that had
followed.
Whatever warmth and compassion Billy might show toward her would, of
course, be bestowed at no expense to the gang leader's pride and
sovereignty over the others. She knew that in the final analysis she
was still an object to be used and disposed of like a cheap rag doll
that is thrown into the trash after its novelty has worn off and the
child has lost interest. No, she could not hope for more than a passing
interest in him for her safety, but meanwhile she must play this
momentary tenderness he felt for her for all that it was worth. She
would be his whore; somehow or the other, if she hadn't already
replaced Sylvia in his affections, she would have to get rid of the
other girl. But how?
She looked up dully as a sudden splatter of rain hit the windows and a
gust of wind rattled sections of the tin roof.
"All right," Billy said, assuming command again. "Let's get this
meeting started. Come on Cash ... Pop." He looked at the ferret-like
Vito, and his face twisted in disgust. "You, too."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
The gang leader pulled his chair over to the table, and the others
noisily followed him. The distinguished-looking man waited until the
four convicts were seated, and then he carefully inspected each of
their faces, obviously passing judgment. Ellen noticed that there was
something distinctively different about the man that made him contrast
starkly with her abductors; and yet - in spite of his sophistication,
there was also a sameness - a certain criminality. She watched as he set
his brief case on the top of the table and began to shuffle through
some papers. The man's gestures were those of an accomplished
businessman who was accustomed to dealing at the highest levels of
authority. He was no common criminal, and yet there was a slickness to
his movements that somehow reminded Ellen of the suave gestures of the
card shark or the professional gambler. No, these men were worlds apart
in appearance and in thought; but something had drawn them together
today that would change the course of the lives of all who were present
in the warehouse ... and perhaps would alter the direction of world
events outside the narrow confines of the criminal mentality of her
kidnappers.
Ellen noted a change in the way Billy had been acting, as the gang
chief leaned toward the unidentified man sitting at the head of the
table. He was no longer the snarling pack leader who asserted himself
through violence and animal cunning, but he seemed as though he had
consciously decided to keep his more aggressive stance in reserve until
he had the new situation under his control. Yes, he definitely had
changed, and there was a disturbing quality to the transformation,
Ellen thought, as she watched Billy light a cigarette and lean back
somewhat nervously in his chair. She sensed a slight strain between the
two men that was quite different from the animal conflict between Billy
and the three other escaped convicts over the possession of her body.
The adjustment that Billy, as well as the other convicts, had to make
when confronted with the well-educated demeanor of the man sitting
before them was obviously difficult, Ellen thought. She remembered how
she and her sister Jennifer had discussed the condition of the
penitentiary system, and how they had come to the conclusion that, for
the most part, prison confinement only warped the minds of those it
intended to reform and made them into more hardened criminals. A
sociology course she had taken in college had also brought up the point
that even those prisoners who were released after serving their
sentences often mistrusted authority and instinctively rebelled against
it. It was apparent that Billy was struggling with this problem right
now, even though the man to whom he was talking was, in his own right,
as much or more of a criminal than Billy himself.
Perhaps, she reasoned, it was this new breed of criminals who had grown
through organized crime or through subversive political and business
organizations that spelled out the end of the old era of the Al Capone
type gangster. They were not only working against the law of the land,
but had become adept at bending that law to suit their own corrupt
interests. The likes of Billy and the other men would serve this new
breed well, Ellen believed, as they were a handy weapon behind which
the real culprits could hide and make their attack against the
established order of society.
"Before we start, I think you should get rid of those not participating
in our project," the mysterious man said, nodding his head toward
Ellen.
"She ain't no problem," Billy said quietly, then he sighed, lowering to
the suggestion. "Listen, baby, you get in the kitchen and help Sylvia
make us somethin' to eat."
The tall brunette's eyes narrowed in anger and then she spun and
slammed her way into the kitchen. Ellen immediately followed the girl,
even though she was terrified at being left alone with Billy's ex-
girlfriend. She could hear the men continue discussing their plan from
the next room, but the voices were half-muffled by a sudden loud
cloudburst of rain beating against the tin roof of the warehouse, and
it was impossible to follow what they were saying.
The young blonde hostage looked toward Sylvia with dread, and abruptly
she knew that her most bitter enemy was not Vito, but this female who
would do anything to rid herself of competition from Ellen for the
favors of the gang leader. Ellen had studied the tall brunette back in
the living room and had instinctively known that the girl was insanely
jealous of Billy's new relationship with her. There had been a moment
in there when she had thought that Sylvia might get completely out of
control, and there appeared to be no doubt that if the other girl were
given the opportunity she would attempt to destroy her. Sylvia was no
different than the convicts, except she would unhesitatingly kill Ellen
in order to regain the privileged position of being the gang leader's
girlfriend. Ellen had heard many frightening stories of fights between
gang girls over possession of their men, and she shuddered as she
remembered some of the more grisly details she had read about in
various magazines.
"Whatcha doin' just standin' there," she heard Sylvia's strident voice
ring out, bringing her back to reality for a moment. "You get these
dishes cleaned up and quick."
Ellen bent quietly over the sink and began washing the filthy dishes
and pans that lay on the sink - remnants of some meal eaten by someone
else weeks or even months ago. Out of the corner of her eye she watched
every one of the tall girl's movements as though her life depended on
it. And it did! There was no way of getting around the fact that Sylvia
intended to force a confrontation between Ellen and herself over Billy.
In Ellen's mind, the other girl wanted her thrown to Vito, Pop, and
Cash - to be repeatedly raped again and made an object of their violent,
most beastly desires.
"Now get into the living room and pick up the rest of them dishes and
glasses on the table," Sylvia commanded once more. "We want to fix up
somethin' decent for Billy."
Ellen returned to the living room, feeling very much like she had been
a slave to Sylvia's harsh command all of her entire life. She paused as
she began placing the remaining plates in her hands, and caught bits
and pieces of the discussion between Billy and the man seated at the
head of the table.
"Remember, you will be seated behind the grandstands," the man
pronounced clearly to Billy and Cash. "There should be no slip-ups if
you follow the plan to the letter."
Ellen saw Billy lean forward onto the table, his jaw tightened as
though he were under great stress. "And what happens if they see us?
You ain't told us about any backup protection."
"That will all be taken care of in due time. Right now we want to
concentrate on how the first steps will be accomplished."
Ellen moved from the table, slowing a bit as she approached the door in
order to hear some more of their conversation. When the stranger
glanced up in her direction, she immediately returned to the kitchen.
Sylvia didn't say a word to Ellen as the young hostage bent over the
sink again and ran cold water over the remaining dirty dishes. For a
moment Ellen almost felt like trying to talk with the gang girl, but
when she looked into Sylvia's hate-filled eyes she knew it would be
useless. There was an unfathomable gap between the two young women that
was made more apparent by their very gestures and forms of speaking:
Ellen was soft-spoken and slightly refined in her way of expressing
herself, while Sylvia had a crude coarseness that bluntly branded her
as coming from the lowest segment of society.
The dishes complete, the blonde hostage turned to help Sylvia who was
slicing pieces of ham onto plates for the men in the next room, but she
was stopped when the sharp tip of the knife was pressed against her
breasts. "Ya keep your hands off the food, I'll take care of that; and
you finish cleanin' up in here," Sylvia scolded, as though Ellen were a
small child. "I'm gonna take this stuff out to them. Ya just stay put,
and get your ass busy and clean up the rest of the mess."
Ellen felt a surge of relief race down the length of her spine when the
other girl left the kitchen. Yes, she would just as soon remain here
throughout eternity than be abused by the four convicts again. So much
depended on how she handled herself during the next few hours; if she
irritated Sylvia unnecessarily, or brought the conflict between Billy
and Vito to a head by her presence, she would be the one who would
ultimately suffer. Her best chance would be to remain as inconspicuous
as possible, and wait until her chance arrived to run away again, if it
ever did. It might not be too difficult, since their attention was
diverted from her for the moment. But when the opportunity came, she
must be successful this time. Their revenge would be vicious and
complete, and she just couldn't risk pushing them to the point where
they were forced to get rid of her for good ... if they weren't already
planning to kill her. No, she would wait until she was absolutely
positive that her escape would be assured, and then she would make her
attempt.
"Ya finished in here?" Sylvia suddenly said from the door.
Ellen turned and nodded limply, feeling a sudden surge of hate from the
gang girl that she couldn't understand.
"Then get your ass in the next room quick. Billy don't wanta have ya
sittin' here by yaself when he can't watch what you're doin'."
The ugly sound of her menacing voice sliced through Ellen, and she
realized that the gang girl's first confused and jealous attitude
toward her was turning into one of reviling contempt that was bound to
burst into an open violence soon. What the girl was and who she was no
longer had any importance to Ellen, as all she could feel was Sylvia's
deep enmity coming from so deep within her that the brunette's
strikingly pretty face was transformed into an expression of animal
loathing.
The voluptuous young blonde paused in fear and confusion, not really
wanting to go out, then walked a few steps from the sink. Suddenly a
flash of pain struck her face and sent her head reeling. "Ya didn't
hear what I said?" Sylvia gritted her teeth and slapped her open hand
hard against Ellen's face once more. "Get it moving!"
The blow had brought Ellen to her senses, and for one split second she
surveyed the gang girl with equal enmity. She forced herself to turn
away from the girl and turned impassively to the door. As she tried to
step into the next room Sylvia's taller frame moved out from the
doorway and partially blocked her. She could feel the brunette's hot
breath against her cheek and could sense electric shocks of hatred
radiating out from her tensed body.
"You mess with Billy, and it's the last time ya mess with anything, do
you hear me?" Sylvia said in a whisper so that the others couldn't
understand. "I had him before ya even laid eyes on him, and I'll cut
your tits off and shove 'em up your cunt if I have to to keep him," she
hissed, inching past the girl and through the door.
"All right, what's goin' on?" Billy demanded as the two women entered
the living room. When neither answered, he said, "Both of you - over
there where I can keep an eye on you ... and keep quiet."
Ellen brushed the tears of rage from her eyes and sat down on the bare
mattress behind the table. She watched Sylvia cross the room and stand
next to the window. She noticed that the girl's eyes still glowed with
the reviling contempt that had sent her into the tantrum a moment
before, and Ellen turned her head towards the men seated around the
table.
"We got a little plan that's real interesting," Billy said, staring at
Ellen, a half-grin of obvious pride on his face.
"I'd like to know what the girl has to do with the plan," the older man
at the head of the table said sharply. "After all, there is a certain
amount of risk involved in a venture of this nature. The greater number
of participants only increases the probability of something going
wrong."
"Ya keep your big words to yaself," Billy said. "She's here and she's
going to be part of it."
Suddenly the large German Shepherd rose up from his prone position on
the floor and came to attention next to his master's side as though he
had sensed a note of urgency or danger. Billy ran his hand nervously
down the animal's back, and shifted his eyes from Ellen back to the
angry face of the man who pulled out some papers from his briefcase,
setting them on the table before them.
"Alright, Billy," the man said condescendingly. "But let us keep in
mind that you are putting yourself into a jeopardizing position. There
are men higher up who won't appreciate your methods."
"Thanks for the advice, fella," Billy said and slapped the dog
affectionately on the rear. "But let's get on with it."
Ellen tried to appear disinterested in what was going on around her,
but she found it difficult not to follow the discussion. It was obvious
that the men were planning a murder that would effect the political and
social life of the entire area, if not the whole country, but it was
still impossible to discover the reason for the assassination or who
was to be shot. Ellen almost didn't want to know, as she was aware that
the very possession of such knowledge would make things increasingly
hard for her. She also felt that Billy had little, if any,
understanding of the implications of the horrible act he was about to
commit, yet he appeared to rush headlong into the plot like a
blindfolded animal being led to its slaughter.
"I want you and your friend here," the man said, pointing to Cash, "to
be at the entrance to the rally before the parade begins. This will
give you the opportunity to survey the area. Our men will be waiting at
the first exit to pick you up after the job is completed. The Senator
should be the first speaker on the program, and you'll have a perfect
vantage point to get a bead on him from behind his head."
"And what if they see us?" Cash asked. "There's gonna be a big crowd
there and if they get a look at us, we're done for."
"There will be no problem. On the opposite side of the stadium there
will be a fist fight planned - and some of our own men will be doing it-
-and just before you shoot, the crowd's attention will be deflected
from Senator Jorgens."
Ellen suppressed a gasp of recognition on hearing the Senator's name
being spoken. She realized that the man they were about to assassinate
had been an important figure in Florida politics for several years, and
had developed several enemies in the underworld that centered around
Miami because of his brave attack on organized crime. She recalled with
a painful sense of irony that Senator Jorgens had been the very man who
had been pushing hard for prison reform within the state, and along
with his investigation of crime had been exposing the inequities of the
penal system in Florida. Certainly the four criminals in their
ignorance did not realize this - but if they did, the question was
whether it would make any difference. Yes, Billy and the rest were
truly being used as tools that would be discarded after their purpose
had been served. There was no doubt in her mind that their death
warrants had already been signed by the underworld lords. Ellen,
herself, could see that as plain as daylight; but in their desperation
and ignorance the escaped convicts were in no position to view the
consequences of their acts.
"Yeah, but if any of them people get a glance at us, it still looks
like it'll all be over," Billy answered after a moment of thought.
"We have prepared for that eventuality, Billy," the man said smoothly,
talking to Billy as though he were a small child who just couldn't
understand. "The moment you shoot him, another shot will ring out from
behind our fist fight. It will actually be a firecracker, and there
will be no weapon to be found. By the time the police get to our decoy,
you and your friend will be out of the stadium."
"I don't like it," Pop said for the first time.
"What don't you like about it?" the man said, turning sharply to the
new speaker.
"The part about gettin' out. That street is gonna be packed and
there'll be cops to hell and back."
"Now we come to the next stage in our plan," the man said and leaned
closer to Cash and Billy who sat on either side of him. "We've got to
make the killing look as though it came from the protectors who've been
making trouble recently.
There will be a demonstration, as there always is, planned by us, and
the student protectors will be uncomfortably close to our little fist
fight. Now, knowing the temper of these times, who do you think is
going to get fingered, you or the Students Alliance?"
"I don't want nothin' to do with no goddamn protest," Billy muttered,
looking uncertain.
"My dear boy, don't you understand that the demonstrators will be your
salvation? Who would suspect a couple of wanted men - actually appearing
in public to kill a controversial Senator, when a bunch of noisy
college kids will be waving signs and shouting their usual obscenities.
You've just got to understand the dynamics of mob behavior. A crowd has
no individuality; it does not think, it just acts - and our three
ingredients, the fight, the firecracker, and the demonstrators, will
more than assure you of complete success and escape."
"I don't know whatcha talkin' about," Billy said morosely. "But I get
the feeling that you haven't leveled with us about why you want this
goddamn Senator ripped off so real bad."
"Yeah, what's in it for you?" Vito's nasal voice joined in.
"My motives are of no special importance to you," the man nodded
seriously. "Knowing too much may, in fact, be disadvantageous. I am a
careful man who works for careful men, and I do not think you need to
attach much importance to what you are doing. Just remember that it is
through my employers that you have been able to make your escape from
prison. We did that for you. We're prepared to go the rest of the way
and see you get to Mexico in safety."
"I don't like the way you're runnin' everything. I think we can make
this thing go better'n you, seein' that we're professionals," Billy
interjected, a forced skepticism in his voice. He didn't mind all the
brain work being allotted to others, but he reacted violently to the
fact that he was being forced to follow the methods of people he did
not know and did not trust. A flicker of jealous concern raced through
his mind when he realized that his position as gang leader was being
usurped by this outsider. "We got the experience and the know-how in
making a hit, anyway."
"And that is precisely why we have hired you. However, on other levels
there are things you cannot do. You have no idea of the larger concerns
that govern the operation," the man responded contemptuously and rose
up stiffly in his chair. "The other aspects of this project should not
concern you or your men."
"There ain't no other concerns right now but that we get our money.
Look here, Mr. Big Businessman, you show us the stash of cash, right
now, or there won't be no big operation," Billy spat out angrily,
suddenly fed up with the stranger's slickness. He leapt to his feet,
"Let's see the green stuff!"
The man sat motionless at the head of the table and gazed coolly across
the floor past Billy to the rain splattered warehouse window. He seemed
to catch everything in his calm gaze in that instant, passing his eyes
from the dog sitting tensely at Billy's side to the convict at the
table, and slowly flicking them past the two women.
"It's all here for you to look at," the man said and opened his
briefcase, withdrawing a stack of one-hundred dollar bills. "One half
now. You get the rest, my friend, after the killing."
"How do we know you won't cross us?" Pop suddenly demanded from the far
end of the table.
"You don't know, do you?" the man said without raising his voice.
On command from Billy the dog jumped to its feet and moved like a shot
towards the man. The man did not lose his composure, he merely said in
a normal tone of voice, "Down, Rex!" The huge animal snarled in
rebellion, but the stranger continued to stare directly at it. "Down,"
he repeated. The dog looked questioningly up at his master.
"I just wanted to give you an idea that we ain't foolin' with ya,"
Billy said nervously, then added, "Down, Rex." His fists were clenched
as he glared at the table.
"I have no doubts about that," the would-be victim answered, smiling
sarcastically. "But this is all very childish. Sit down so we can
finish making our preparations."
Suddenly Billy looked cowed. All his attempts to intimidate the older
man and to retain his own precarious power had failed, and he seemed
almost defeated standing with his command all but gone and his pride
smashed. It was obvious to Ellen that he was unable to understand the
intricacies of the assassination plot, and that he was no more than a
hired gunman ... and not a very bright one at that. He and the rest of
them were expendable items and had a limited usefulness, but none of
them knew this.
Almost as if sensing his untenable position, the gang leader sat down.
He stared, almost unseeingly, at the well-dressed man. All of his
criminal instincts told him something was wrong, but there was nothing
he could do about it; with a snap of his fingers the man with the
briefcase could have him and the others back in prison where they would
probably remain for most of their lives, living in a kind of twilight
world of unfulfilled dreams and vain promises ... if they weren't hit
by the underworld within the walls as a lesson to others. His own men
were probably more distrustful of him now than they had ever been, and
this is what made things all the more painful. He couldn't stand being
knocked down in front of the others as though he were just a piece of
dirt. Irrationally, he thought about pulling his gun and killing the
man opposite him, but one look at his own trembling hands told him he'd
never pull it off.
The rain drove in long sweeps across the parking lot outside the
warehouse and beat against the windows of the ramshackle building in a
mounting fury that seemed to match the violence of the discussion going
on inside. Ellen felt the impact of the two forces merge inside her and
her very body shuddered while the argument between the opposing figures
of authority continued to build in intensity. She felt her heart go out
to Billy and the other prisoners as she became more and more aware that
they were no match against the real professional seated at the head of
the table. Even the German Shepherd lying by the gang leader's side had
been prevented from attacking the man, as though the animal itself were
no match against the superior will of the stranger. Ellen likened the
prison escapees to a bunch of children who had lost their way in a
woods and had reverted back to their primal nature, searching and
stumbling down blind paths that only made them more utterly lost while
their base animal selves took over.
And now, despite the fact that they had raped her and run their coarse
hands over and over her body as though she were nothing more than a
slut off the streets, she felt pity mixed with fear for them: did they
know what tragedy awaited them, or had they been reduced to mere sub-
humans by their years of confinement ... and unable to recognize that
the superior cunning of the man with the briefcase was to be their own
destruction?
"The money looks OK," Billy said grudgingly and counted the bills,
laying them down on the table in front of the man. "When do we get the
rest?"
"That, of course, comes after the killing," the man said coldly and
looked down at the dog lying next to Billy.
"The boat's gonna be waiting? Ya know we'll be hot for about five
years," the gang leader asked, looking at Cash and Pop almost as if he
were seeking their support against this man.
"Your driver will have this map," the man said and drew out a folded
chart from his briefcase. "This will show him the route marked to the
private pier down the coast about ten miles. A boat will be waiting
along with the balance of your payment. In a few days you'll be safe in
Mexico."
"Mexico! Whooopeeee!" Vito suddenly shouted with uncharacteristic
enthusiasm, clapping his hands gleefully. "Goddamn, I can't wait to get
my hands on some of them senoritas!"
The stranger looked harshly across at the little convict, an expression
of contempt on his face for a moment. "It is not necessarily going to
be that easy. Once you get to the boat you should be relatively safe,
but there still are some risks, even though we are taking all
precautions at the stadium."
"What happens if them demonstrators don't raise a ruckus?" Billy asked.
"It will be impossible for them not to do so. We have our own plants in
the crowd who will stir them up. I think we can assume that a few of
the protectors will be injured by the police."
"That's no sweat off my back," Billy muttered. "Just as long as we get
our dough and get out quick."
"You must remember to follow the agreed-upon plan. The higher ups in
the organization know what they're doing. We're the only protection you
have, and the protection will work only if you follow instructions."
Billy looked around the table at Cash, Pop, and Vito. They did not look
back at him but kept their eyes lowered to the map on the table. There
was no doubt which way they would go if he put the choice to them.
"Okay, fella, let's hear the rest of it," he said after a few minutes.
There were no other objections after Billy had had his say, and Ellen
sat in stunned and helpless silence as the whole horrible plot was
outlined before her eyes that would assassinate an important public
figure and leave several bystanders dead or injured and would free the
crime syndicate that was engineering the plot to operate without
restraint.
The long day went on and on ... interminably. Tempers grew short, and
more than once, a snarling Billy was forced to back down. Time and time
again, the men went over the plan, each one learning his part in the
operation until it was committed to memory. It was late afternoon
before the man folded his maps and packed them away in his briefcase.
Billy had followed the complicated plan throughout the day while
occasionally one or two of the others had to be nudged awake because of
the humid, stupefying heat. Periodically, as the afternoon wore on,
Ellen felt Pop's and Cash's eyes returning to view her half-naked young
body in obvious remembrance of what they had done to her the night
before. Sylvia slept - unmindful of the conversation going on around
her. But the snake-like eyes of Vito didn't sleep; they followed
Ellen's every movement and they plainly said what he would like to do
to her later that night. The others had gotten theirs and with Sylvia
on hand to complicate things it looked like he might have the
opportunity to take advantage of her when the others became distracted
with the final steps of the assassination plot, and he was left alone
with the girl.
Finally, the well-dressed man and the gang leader moved toward the
door. "Okay, it's all set to go," Billy said, standing at the stairway.
It was then he seemed to relax a little and asked quizzically. "But one
other thing. How come ya thought of hiring us to do the rip-off?"
The stranger smiled for the first time and raised his briefcase off the
floor. "We look for experts and found them. We put no cost level on
gunmen we hire, you ought to know that from the conversations you had
in the Pen."
"Yeah, that's right," Billy shrugged, sounding only half-assured. He
was still standing there, looking uncertain, when he closed the door
behind him without even waiting for the stranger to leave the
warehouse.
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Chapter 3
Ellen was glad when she heard the sound of the car engine leaving the
house even though she knew it only brought the time closer when she
would be, without a doubt, subjected to more indignities at the hands
of her captors. But the man with the briefcase had brought more fear
into her than ever would have been possible had she merely been
sequestered with these criminals alone. Suddenly she had an image in
her mind of what the outside world would be if political assassinations
were permitted to go unchecked and unsolved; and it didn't look good.
It would be a world of steadily mounting chaos where the strongest
ruled the weak, and where the law of the land would become the savage
rule of survival of the fittest. Right now the wanton abuse of her body
and her loss of complete self-respect seemed almost inconsequential in
comparison to what they were about to do tomorrow; yet she knew that
when the moment came, and she had to submit to them once more, she
would react with as much revulsion as she had before ... because it was
happening to her! A rape was here and now! And there was no way of
escaping the humiliation ... especially with these men.
"Why dontcha make yaself comfortable, honey?" she heard Sylvia ask
Billy in an obsequious tone. "Maybe I can fix ya somethin' to eat."
"Goddamn it, just get me some whiskey and leave me alone, will ya?" he
answered gruffly, weary, uncertain, and still angry at the discussion
he had had with the overbearing stranger.
The others sat quietly and averted their gaze from Billy, knowing that
it would be sheer idiocy to cross their gang leader at this moment.
They knew what he was capable of doing, and were fearful that he might
erupt into an uncontrollable violence after he had been rather abruptly
put in place so many different times during the long day. He had been
humiliated and beaten at his own game, and now he was momentarily
reduced to the same level as the other men. That would mean that he
would try to assert himself more vigorously than he ever had before;
after all, he was now challenged on all sides, and a cornered animal
has no choice other than to fight violently for its life.
Ellen sat and watched Billy extend his glass for Sylvia to fill it to
the brim. Time seemed to stand still in the warehouse, the afternoon
had worn into the lazy summer half-light of early evening. The rain had
stopped and over the hazy skyline of the nearby city a burnished sunset
glow lit up the horizon. Soon it would be night, and Ellen's fear of
what the men planned to do to her next began to grow. Cash, Pop and
Vito were crouched down next to the wall at the far end of the room;
they had begun shooting craps, and with each crack of the dice Ellen
felt as though a new verdict or further confirmation of her ravishment
was being sealed. Once Vito stared back at her, and Ellen caught a
sliver of light that glittered up from the evilly swirling depths of
lust in his eye. The silence was ominous, and the intermittent sounds
of Billy pouring himself more whisky and the dice clattering against
the wall only made it all the more frightening.
The thought struck Ellen that the dice playing, the drinking, and even
that vile expression of animal lust she had experienced last night and
undoubtedly would be subjugated to again, were expressions of a deep
inner fear that embraced each of the four men. Death was near, it was
inescapable, and if they couldn't out-run it, then they could at least
blind themselves to its approach. Even Sylvia seemed to be aware of it,
and she sat silently drinking alongside Billy, her movements strangely
tranquil, almost a mirror image of the gang leader's gestures of quiet
desperation. Slowly the silence seemed to break with the growing
chatter from the men crouched near the wall, and Ellen sensed that
plans for the night were being made again. Occasional furtive glances
were shot up towards her seated figure, and she tried to make herself
as stiff and unobtrusive looking as possible. She was grateful for the
glass of whiskey Billy had poured for her earlier, and now she sipped
from it, feeling it course through her veins and relaxing her somewhat.
Then, suddenly, she remembered the dog; and for some reason, she
shuddered at the thought of the huge animal lying in watchful repose at
its master's feet.
She wanted to blot it out: she just couldn't stand the sight of the
animal. If she tried to escape, he would stop her!
As if sensing her thoughts, Rex raised his head and stared at her.
But the strange irrational feeling subsided as quickly as it had come
upon her, and she was left to handle more realistic considerations of
how she was going to avoid further attacks from the four criminals. She
hoped beyond hope that Billy would make some kind of sign to assure her
that she would be his for the evening. The thought of him possessing
her was not pleasant, but it was preferable to her other alternatives.
She knew too that she had been on his mind. If he took her tonight he
would have the wrath of the gang girl to deal with, and if he didn't,
he knew he had to give her to the others. Her eyes wandered across the
room to the soiled mattress where Cash and Pop had raped and ravaged
her, kneading her body into tortured balls of humiliated flesh the
night before. And now she found herself muttering a silent prayer - a
silent pleading that Billy wouldn't let them do that to her again.
"It's getting late. Don't you think we oughta head to bed, honey?"
Sylvia's voice suddenly broke through the heavy silence.
The gang leader remained morosely silent, but the others responded by
moving away from their crap game and facing Billy and his former
girlfriend.
"If you want to have Sylvia tonight, there ain't no reason, it seems to
me, we can't have a go at little Miss Sweet Pussy here one more time,"
Cash said, and grinned at the laughter he had provoked from Vito and
Pop.
Billy looked up at him and for the first time since the meeting had
ended several hours earlier smiled.
"Well, there's been a change of plans, Cash, old boy," Billy said
thickly, the alcohol he had drunk obviously affecting his speech.
"She's sleeping in my bed tonight!"
Ellen felt her heart plunge into her throat. Yes, it was happening, and
she just couldn't believe that this was going on right before her own
eyes. It wasn't much, but she wouldn't be raped by all four of the
gunmen again, at least tonight.
"Billy, Billy," Sylvia cried out, a sound of pain erupting from her
throat. "What are you doing? We've been together so long. You can't do
this to me."
"Shut up," he said angrily without looking at her. "When I say the
word, don't you or nobody question it."
"Please Billy, I been waiting for you so long, and now you go and do
this thing to me!"
"Shut up, I said," Billy snarled and slapped her hard across the face.
"You heard my decision. You should have thought about it earlier, when
you were giving Pete O'Hara one of your special blow jobs and fucking
half the raunchy turds in his gang."
"Billy! You can't do this to me," she screeched, "I won't let you."
There was a moment of pause, deadly in its silence, then Billy spoke
again. "I'm tired of your goddamn complaints." He turned and looked at
the men, a sardonic look in his eyes. Then he cast his gaze back toward
the enraged contorted face of the gang girl and grinned. "I'm making
you guys a little present."
A loud wail of protest came out of Sylvia's mouth. What Billy intended
to do at this moment was only too clear, and she shook her head from
side to side in disbelief. The gang leader and his former girlfriend
stared at each other for an instant, then Billy shrugged and waved his
hand toward the ferret-like little convict in a gesture of
indifference. "You've been waitin' a long time, Vito. Go to it! She's
all yours! Do what you want to her. Leave a little something for the
other boys. Maybe you should teach her a little discipline."
A shock ran through the room. Vito, like a weasel after a rabbit,
responded immediately, bounding across the room and covering the
distance between himself and Sylvia in a single leap. He landed on her
stomach and crushed her flat to the floor. Sylvia wrenched her
voluptuously tall body and kicked her legs out futilely on either side
of him, but the speed and suddenness of his attack were too great for
her, and she lay writhing and screaming obscenities beneath his already
humping body without the slightest chance of escape.
Vito clung to her, saliva running lewdly from the corners of his mouth,
and his greasy hair falling over his eyes; he looked like a bird of
prey ready to devour its helpless, fear-stricken victim in a savage
feast. He had been denied a part in the proceedings too long, and his
near-insane emotions had built to an explosive peak of anger and
unbearable frustration. He had thought that he might finally get his
chance at Ellen tonight, but in a way this was even better, he
considered, recalling how Sylvia had teased and flirted with him safe
in the knowledge that he wouldn't dare touch her because she belonged
to Billy. Then there had been her statement earlier in day about his
being a "little creep." He would pay her back a thousandfold for each
insult, for each suggestive smile she had given him, and for each
prick-teasing touch to his arm that had driven him half-crazy with a
lust that he had known he couldn't possibly satiate while Billy was
leader.
But now her situation had changed, and their roles were reversed, the
prize of the leader's girl lay utterly prostrate and helpless beneath
him. He had permission to do anything he wanted to the slut. Billy no
longer cared what happened to her and had even chosen that she be taken
first by Vito whom she had tormented and tortured for so long.
Ellen watched in horror from her position on the end of the mattress
where she sat next to Billy's chair. She wanted to help the poor
defenseless girl, but could not. No one, even Billy, could have torn
the lust-crazed Vito from the sensuous young brunette's body, now.
Ellen realized that she was just as helpless and vulnerable as Sylvia,
and the knowledge increased her fear and dread at the horrible
spectacle transpiring in front of her.
She watched as Vito pulled the face of the girl to him and mashed his
thin, spittle-covered lips down hard on her gaping mouth. The kiss was
hard and brutal and the girl tossed her head in an attempt to wrench
her mouth out from under his, but the movement carried through with a
force that sent her head rattling against the floorboards.
Sylvia grunted in startled pain from the shock and then incoherent
mumblings of panic began pouring from her lips, and she tried once
again to escape as she looked up at Vito's evil little face so
contorted with murderous rage and violence. She screamed and then her
breath stopped short as she saw the attack coming - his palm swinging in
a wide arc over her exposed face. The blow came down hard, and her head
hit against the floor again with a loud thud. He slapped her rapidly
about half a dozen times until her shrill screaming ceased. Ellen
thought that surely the girl must be unconscious, and Vito must have
thought the same for he began unhooking his pants. Sylvia's head
rebounded off the floor and she succeeded in scrambling to her knees in
a burst of energy that only fear can bring.
"Billy, please, help me, baby," the girl screamed in a frantic voice.
Vito's second series of slaps came from the side and landed on the
kneeling girl's face in a loud sound of hard flesh hitting soft flesh;
the force of his blows sent her flying backwards halfway across the
room, where she thudded against the wall.
From her position on the mattress, Ellen watched in disbelief and utter
dismay. It didn't seem possible that Vito could treat the girl as
roughly as he did or that Billy would allow it, but she could see with
her own eyes that it was true. She shuddered to think that the same
murderous treatment by the gang could well be applied to her at any
moment if she didn't cooperate.
Vito lurched across the room and dragged his half-conscious victim back
across the floor until the couple were once again directly in front of
Ellen and Billy. He slapped Sylvia again, and Cash and Pop smiled
uncertainly from the distance of the other side of the room. They knew
that their turn with the proud, arrogantly tormenting bitch would come
soon and, although they were as ready as Vito to turn their long pent-
up resentment and lust on her in revenge for the haughty way she had
treated them, they still did not want the merchandise harmed.
The dark-haired girl was barely conscious now, and Ellen watched in
stunned disgust as Vito's beady eyes greedily surveyed the feast spread
before him. Then he began ripping the clothes off her sensually limp
young body as rapidly as possible. Cash and Pop moved closer from
across the room until they hovered directly over the couple, their eyes
gleaming with lewd desire. This is the way it had looked last night,
Ellen thought, when it was me on the floor.
Vito's long bony fingers curled around the collar of the girl's dress,
then with a sudden rip he tore the entire front of her dress from her
upper torso, exposing the luscious fullness of her large, nakedly firm
breasts with their quivering, pink-areoled nipples that had stiffened
into hardness upon contact with the air.
Sylvia started into full consciousness at the sudden assault and once
again attempted to pull herself to her knees, but Vito used his foot to
brutally shove her back to the floor, yanking both the dress and her
sheer bikini panties off her long, slenderly tapered legs in a quick
savage movement. The voluptuous brunette lay totally exposed and
defenselessly naked underneath him now, her ripe curvaceous body
contrasting dramatically with his ferret-like form.
There was no resistance left in the gang girl, but Vito didn't let up
his animal-like attack for a minute. The sex-crazed little convict
clawed and pulled like a madman at her softly quivering breasts and
wide, firm-fleshed buttocks. He pulled at the poor girl's brown, berry-
like nipples as though he were attempting to tear them off, causing her
to shriek continuously in pain. Then he sprang to an obscene sitting
position on her tautly writhing abdomen and curled his fingers around
her small wasp-like waist in a vicious grip that brought tears of
fright even to Ellen's gaping eyes.
The young blonde hostage felt tears of pity spilling uncontrollably
down her own cheeks as the evil little Vito unzipped his fly and slowly
twisted his pants down his legs to his ankles where they remained
bunched in an obscene knot. Then laughing like a maniac, he forced
Sylvia's legs brutally upright, then dropped his thin body beneath them
and fell onto her quivering chest, crushing her hard against the floor
once again.
The couple's feet were just inches away from Ellen who sat on the
mattress, and her vision focused up between their legs at the girl's
pink-fleshed pubic mound that was delicately covered with tendrils of
sparsely curling black hair. The soft, wetly glistening cuntal mouth
had parted slightly to reveal a second layer of blushing pussy lips
between them. Then Vito savagely forced the girl's legs further apart
and the jagged inner lips surfaced, curling outwards from the smooth-
looking flesh of the tight stretched opening. Above the defenselessly
naked target of the girl's vagina, Vito's wildly pulsating cock and his
sperm-inflated balls dangled between his parted legs. A thin stream of
clear, sticky-looking lubricant had already seeped out of the gaping
hole at the head of his lust-swollen penis, and Ellen shivered in
revulsion and disgust at the sight of it.
The sadistic little convict's hands pressed into Sylvia's fearfully
cringing abdomen and then mashed the softly fleshed white orbs of her
already squashed buttocks more firmly to the floor. He poised his now
fully erect member just inside the straining entryway, keeping it there
for what seemed to be several eternities.
Ellen could see the blood-engorged cock head throb and jerk as it slowly
expanded Sylvia's small elastic cuntal mouth and pressed her wetly pink
flesh inward. The full outer lips of the wailing gang girl's glistening
pussy spread further and further apart, and small wisps of pubic hair
brushed and curled around the sides of his pulsating stiffness poised
between them. Then, suddenly, Vito shoved his long thick cudgel
brutally into the tightly stretched cuntal opening, and the red layer
of vaginal flesh sunk inward as his massively hard cock slithered all
the way to the hilt into her, bringing a scream of pain from Sylvia's
lips.
"Aaaaaargh! You're hurting meeeee!"
The blood drained from Ellen's head, and she sank back in a near-faint
against the mattress where she sat only inches away from the couple's
wildly thrashing legs. She felt dizzy and her vision blurred to the
point where she thought she was going to pass out completely, but she
didn't. Instead, her heart beat in her throat and she began trembling,
half in fear and half in something she didn't quite understand. An
obscene memory suddenly flooded into her mind without warning. She had
been brutally taken like this last night! It had been different with
.... with, who? Who? Abruptly she remembered!
She was no longer in the shabby warehouse, watching Vito's cruel
violation of Billy's discarded girlfriend. No, now she was back on the
beach and peering over the sand dune, stunned at the unbelievable image
of the boy fucking her very own sister, while a second man waited his
turn! Jennifer had been wildly ecstatic - lewdly enthusiastic and
enjoying it - as she lifted her heels onto the boy's buttocks in an
effort to force his penis deeper, deeper into her insanely thrusting
loins that writhed so wantonly back and forth while her vagina climbed
steadily up the lewd pole of the boy's stiffened white flesh thrusting
into her like a piston rod.
Everything looked the same to Ellen, except that now she could see the
all-too-vivid close-up of Sylvia's blushing pussy flesh clinging to
Vito's wetly glistening penis on the outstroke, before the cuntal lips
disappeared back inside as the little convict rammed his hardened shaft
forward again. There was one other difference between the scene with
Jennifer, her sister, and what was happening here! Jennifer had been
almost delirious with sexual enjoyment. Sylvia was screaming like a
wounded animal.
Ellen wanted to ask Billy to stop the attack, but she knew it was
useless. Vito was already master of the girl that he had beaten into a
yelling mass of submission; it was only a matter of seconds before
Sylvia became adjusted to the rape. Even so, Billy couldn't have
interfered if he wanted to; he had offered the gang girl to Vito and
allowed the brutal little sadist to mistreat her, and now Vito's first
maniacal strokes into her wetly cringing cunt had sealed the poor
helpless girl's fate.
Sylvia's mouth opened and contorted soundlessly on her anguished face,
too stunned to even make a protest. She twisted her nakedly voluptuous
body to escape the hotly stabbing cock, but Vito thrust harder,
screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape. She
was trapped ... trapped, and he lay over her for a moment wanting her
to realize the helplessness of her position, proud that he could hurt
her this way.
From the beginning when the tall brunette had tortured and teased him
to the point of madness, Vito had known it would be like this if he
could only get his long hard cock into her smart-assed softness. And he
was skewered into her good now; she was so deeply impaled on his rod of
flesh that he could hurt her all he wanted, and there wasn't a thing
she could do about it. After all, Billy himself had said, "Do whatever
you want." The wiry little sadist reveled in the power he had over the
leader's former girlfriend as he flexed the head of his impatiently
throbbing cock against the tight wall of her wetly cringing cunt,
bringing a low moan from the stuck-up bitch's gaping mouth.
Sylvia choked and sputtered beneath him in her ultimate humiliation of
being the leader's rejected girlfriend now at the mercy of the
sadistically sniveling Vito. In only a few hours her pride and
assurance had plunged to depths of shame and fear beyond her wildest
imagination. She knew that she would be tossed to Cash and Pop -both of
whom hated her arrogance - when Vito was through with her body. They
would shamelessly abuse her and violently fuck her when and how they
desired until her young body lay hopelessly battered on the dirty
floor, totally useless to anyone. She had seen it happen to other
girls, but she had never believed it would happen to her. Never!
"Billy, baby, God, make him stop. Please make him stop," she moaned as
Vito flexed his throbbing hardness mockingly inside her again.
"Fuck off, you bitch," the gang leader said cruelly.
Sylvia's bulging eyes gaped wider in piteous disbelief when Billy
continued to sit silently in his chair next to the fearfully crouching
Ellen on the mattress; he merely stared at his former girlfriend
stonily and without sympathy. He had given his word to Vito and his men
and he couldn't go back on it. The sensually naked brunette began to
toss her head wildly from side to side on the dirty floor as the
realization struck her with grim certainty that she had completely lost
her power over her only possible defender ... that another woman had
taken her place ... and she was no longer the proud and untouchable
queen ... only another helpless female.
Then Vito sank his impatiently pulsing hardness brutally deeper,
beginning to plunge into her with long hard strokes that enveloped the
full length of his erectly throbbing prick. The naked young gang girl
pulled back under him, grinding her firmly fleshed buttocks down
against the floor in pain, and moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding
body. Her mouth gaped open wide as her jet black hair flailed from side
to side on the hard floorboards again and again in utter anguish. A
whimper gurgled from her throat as Vito clenched his cruelly digging
fingers under the backs of her thighs and pulled her legs forward until
her knees were pressed against her shoulders. She was wet and open and
helpless now, and he had complete access to her voluptuous young body
as he began to fuck into her with ever-increasing brutal, hard-driving
strokes.
"Oooooooooo God, Billy, stop him. Stop him!" Sylvia shrieked, then
gagged in pain.
There was a seemingly endless pause lasting so long that Ellen thought
Billy wouldn't even bother to answer his former girlfriend. "Sorry,"
the gang leader finally spat out at her nakedly thrashing young body,
"but I ain't got no sympathy for bitches that cross me."
"Oh God, anybody else, but not Vito! He's horrible!" Sylvia wailed to
no one in particular, realizing her pleas to Billy were useless.
Her wild supplications and moans were cut off abruptly when, without
any prior warning, Vito's hand swung over her face and he smashed his
flat palm down hard on her half-open mouth. Sylvia's further pleas were
choked back deep in her chest and issued forth over the hand around her
mouth in incoherent mumblings and piteous gurglings. The sadistic Vito,
inflamed by her insults and encouraged by Billy's silence, spread his
hand over her mouth and under the tall brunette's nostrils until Ellen
thought that surely the girl would suffocate, but all the while the
mumblings continued while Vito wildly thrust his hips back and forth,
fucking her more violently and brutally than before.
Sylvia was torturously bent now, her knees pulled back over her
shoulders and scraping against the floorboards on each side of her
head.
Above her jackknifed form, Vito's stiff arm ground into her mouth and
extended above her face like a lever from which the rest of his wiry
little body slapped and beat against Sylvia's naked voluptuousness in
an even more lust-crazed momentum. Below her, his long stiff hardness
thrust mercilessly with all his strength into the tight little cuntal
opening of her upraised crotch being presented up to him to batter and
use as he willed. The long dangling leathery sac of his sperm-bloated
balls swung lewdly beneath his legs, slamming fiercely into the
sweating crevice of her quivering young rectum with each harsh stroke;
the obscene sight caused Ellen to shiver with terror and repugnance
from where she sat behind the lewdly splayed legs of the couple.
She didn't want to hear and covered her ears, but nothing could shut
out those animal-like sounds of fucking. She closed her eyes in an
attempt to separate herself from the salacious spectacle transpiring
before her, but she involuntarily opened them wide again when she heard
Vito ram into the gang girl so hard that her back bounced up and down
against the floorboards.
Ellen stiffened, her eyes agape in horror as the sadistic little rapist
seemed to lose all control of himself and began to churn and revolve
his pelvis into the girl's widely-stretched pink vaginal slit in a
maniacal sexual frenzy. His downward thrusts slammed Sylvia's softly
fleshed buttocks down hard against the floor, and when he pulled
outward he dragged her whole sweating body up with a wet sucking sound.
Ellen thought that surely Vito would kill the tall brunette as she saw
right before her eyes his already long, blood-engorged instrument
expand and lengthen to monstrous proportions with each stroke he made
into the girl.
The helpless young blonde hostage quivered involuntarily at the sight
of the wet inflamed flesh of Sylvia's tightly clasping vagina being
drawn out and then sucked inward with each thrust that the long white
cock made into her moist warm hole.
And then Ellen gasped aloud as she heard a low guttural sound coming
from deep in Vito's chest and saw his wiry little body slam into the
girl one final time as though he meant to drive her through the floor.
He buckled and collapsed over her half way, falling onto her painfully
quaking chest as his naked buttocks indented and he began spewing his
white sticky sperm deep into Sylvia's defenselessly upraised cunt.
Ellen saw his hands flail out and tangle cruelly on the girl's hips,
holding her pelvis to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his
wildly jerking penis all the way down to her cervix. White sticky
liquid bubbled up and overflowed around the thick base of his wetly
glistening cock, the heated cum oozing down his trembling thighs and
into the wide-spread crevice between Sylvia's buttocks.
As his cock slowly deflated in the tortured gang girl's stretched and
battered cunt, Ellen could see the wetness continue to slowly seep out
until it was puddling in a pearl-colored pool of thick liquid on the
bare wood floor. Sylvia's legs had fallen heavily to the side, and Vito
continued to lie on top of her for a good while in a collapsed heap,
until his gradually deflating cock slipped out of the tight sheath-like
cunt with a wet sucking sound. Then the little convict crawled cockily
to his feet, and stood over the girl's limp defeated form with a proud
expression on his face as he pulled up his pants and zipped up his fly.
She wasn't so high and mighty now, she was no longer too good for him,
and she and everyone else knew it. He delighted in the way she flinched
and closed her eyes, unable to protest any longer, when she saw him
smiling down at her tautly heaving belly that was filled with his hot
cum. Billy had made a big mistake, he gloated, he had forced Sylvia
down to Vito's level, and now she would be with him against Billy in
the future.
Sylvia closed her eyes and lay absolutely still on the floor. Her long
tapered legs were still nakedly separated, revealing a pubic mound
soaked and glistening with thin sticky trails of the semen Vito had
just pumped into her, but it didn't matter any more. Five minutes ago
she had been the proud and untouchable queen, the leader's girl, and
now she had sunk to the depths of the gang whore from where she could
never return.
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Chapter 4
Ellen turned where she sat on the mattress next to Billy's chair, and
saw him glare at the vanquished, miserable form across from them with a
contemptuous condescending look. He seemed to have no sympathy
whatsoever, no pity for the girl at all, and Ellen sensed it was
because he foresaw an equally harsh fate awaiting him tomorrow. He had
struck her as colder than the others from the first, but she had never
seen him so aloof, and she was glad - for some reason she didn't
understand - that he seemed to have a special fondness for her.
Or, at least, he had seemed to before, but now she wasn't so sure.
The gang leader had sunk into an angry mood of depression since the
well-dressed stranger had arrived and made him look like such a fool in
front of the others whom he was already having problems bending to his
leadership. Ellen knew that, in this horrible frame of mind he was in
now, he would make great demands on her, and she was more frightened of
him than she had ever been before. But she would exert every ounce of
her energy and concentration to satisfy those demands no matter how
perverted or gross - and to please him so as not to lose her position of
favor with him. The other fate of being thrown to the others, and
particularly Vito, was inconceivably worse.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh."
Ellen's attention shifted abruptly back to the girl on the floor.
Sylvia moaned in a low incoherent voice through her daze of pain and
began to move her limbs tentatively as though to see if they still
worked. She seemed to be coming slowly back to life, and gradually she
opened her eyes and lifted a limp arm to her forehead to push back her
wildly tousled jet black hair. She managed to raise herself painfully
onto one elbow from where she stared hard at Billy and Ellen, glaring
at them both with a look of implacable hatred.
"You picked that bitch, Billy. Well, alright! You take her," she spoke
in a faint cracked voice. "But you better enjoy her before I get her,
cause I'm gonna cut her to tiny shreds."
Chills ran the full length of Ellen's spine as the girl's bitter eyes
seemed to pierce through her. Sylvia slowly pulled herself up to a
sitting position on the floor and then wobbled onto her knees like a
drunken woman. Ellen looked at her tottering, unsteady figure and only
then realized the full sensual beauty of the girl for the first time.
She was much taller than Ellen and possessed an arrogant animalistic
sense of assurance even in her present battered condition. Her
shoulders were broad and supported enormous widely-spaced breasts with
large dark pink nipples like the petals of flowers. She created an
illusion of strength and delicacy at the same time, and her sliver of a
waist blossomed out over wide womanly hipbones to the roundness of her
firmly fleshed buttocks. Her lithe, strong looking limbs and flashing
eyes reminded Ellen of a cat that was about to pounce, and Ellen
shuddered as she considered what might happen to her once the girl did
get her strength back. Her pride had suffered a disastrous blow and,
though there was nothing the girl could do to retrieve her lost status,
Ellen sensed she would do everything for revenge on the person she
considered responsible. And that person was Ellen! Instinctively, the
young blonde hostage found herself glancing frantically at Billy for
protection. He was her single bulwark of security in this depraved
chaotic world against the rejected and angry girlfriend.
Ellen began trembling in spite of herself and moved closer to the gang
leader. Her fearfully trembling hand shook his arm as though to alarm
him to the impending danger. She cringed behind his chair until he was
directly positioned between her and the infuriated girl, seeking
vengeance. Her mind grew almost frantic with fear again, and she
realized she would beg or humiliate herself in any way that he required
for his strength and protection. She had to, there was no one else to
turn to.
Billy had been drinking heavily and he chuckled out loud as he felt the
blonde bitch tugging in panic on his arm. She was in a position of
complete dependence on him now, he knew it, and she knew it! He hadn't
planned for Sylvia's wrath to drive the girl to him, but now that it
had happened he wasn't too surprised. He had known from the beginning
that he couldn't lose in his desire to totally possess her, it was just
a matter of the particular circumstances that would drive her to him.
If it hadn't been this, it would have been something else, probably
Vito.
As it was, he was satisfied. No matter how it had happened. The young
blonde girl was now groveling at his feet and tugging at his arm as
though he were her absolute last hope in life - trembling like a
frightened little wild animal in sheer terror of what could and would
happen to her if the humiliated Sylvia ever got her hands on her. And
she was correct in her fear! He knew what Sylvia was capable of doing
to another female if she ever got the opportunity; it had taken 197
stitches to close the knife wounds on that Puerto Rican girl. But she
wasn't getting the opportunity. No, he would take the blonde girl to
bed with him tonight, and Sylvia would have more than her hands full as
soon as she was alone with the others. They would be even rougher with
her than they had been with the blonde bitch, but that was all right.
Finding oneself at the whims of others seemed to be the order of the
moment. He realized that he, too, was at the behest of the arrogant
stranger, just like Sylvia was at his command. If things didn't go well
he would pay for the miscalculations just as Sylvia was suffering for
her miscalculation of not leveling with him about laying around town
while he was behind bars. Still, though, his decision to toss her to
that little bastard Vito had been made in a moment of anger. He wished
he hadn't done it, but there was nothing he could do about it now, and
it seemed to fit in with this new incomprehensible system of justice.
The only thing left for him to do was to enjoy himself, and he planned
to enjoy this night, probably his last night in the United States, with
Ellen to the fullest. He would take from her all she had to give and
more besides. Last night he had heard her shrieking out her wild
orgasms; she was a hot little fuck, even if she didn't know it herself
yet. Yes, he would put her through all the paces he could think of, and
he wasn't going to let this tenderness he seemed to momentarily feel
for her get in the way of his pleasure. It had been a long time since
he had felt this gentleness toward anyone and it bothered him. There
wasn't any way to consider it but utter sentimental weakness and he
meant to overcome it. In fact, it would be dangerous for him if he
started thinking like that.
Still, though, last night it had almost torn him apart when he had laid
in the other room and listened to her screaming and fighting impossibly
against the greater strength of his underlings when the men had taken
her. Then her screams had turned to moans, then mewls, then shrieking
encouragement to "fuck harder!" It had been humiliating for her, he
guessed, but there was nothing he could have done about it. He had
offered her as prize in the crap game and hadn't considered the
possibility of himself losing. Well, he had lost her, and once that had
happened there was nothing he could have done for her. She'd had to eat
her humble pie just like he'd had to this afternoon with the man and
Sylvia was doing now. Still, maybe tonight the blonde girl would get
with it and really enjoy it; after all, he was prepared to be gentle as
long as she wanted him to be gentle.
His attention suddenly jerked back to the brutal present with the
tightening of Ellen's hand on his arm once again. He started when her
fingers grasped his hairy forearm in a tight pinch, and he looked back
in time to see the homicidal Sylvia swaying on her feet towards Ellen
with her face contorted in an unbelievable look of venomous hatred and
anger. The tall brunette tottered on her shaking legs and her arms
swooped out in front of her unsteady body as though she were about to
pounce on the crouching Ellen, then she did exactly that ...
"Catch her, Cash," Billy shouted quickly, trying to fend off the
suddenly attacking Rex who thought Sylvia was coming at his master.
Cash jumped forward, intercepting Sylvia in her wild lurch towards
Ellen, and clenched his powerful arms in a vise-like grip around her
nakedly supple shoulders and neck. Sylvia tottered out of balance for a
moment in mid-air, then fell back against Cash's chest, her falling
weight sliding down his front until her bare buttocks hit the floor.
She lay at his feet totally naked and helpless, and stared vacantly at
the rough plank flooring. There was no fight left in her now at all and
she covered her face with her hands, beginning to sob uncontrollably as
she realized her attack on Ellen had only succeeded in speeding her
ravishment by another one of the men.
Cash grabbed her by the arms and dragged her like a dead horse over to
another chair. Then he sat on the chair and grinned down at her,
enjoying the spectacle of her kneeling naked like a slave at his feet.
He, too, had grown tired of her haughty airs and flirtatious looks that
were really meant to mock him, since she knew as well as he that Billy
would kill him if he ever touched her. Well, she had lost her
protector! He had wondered for too long what her full soft lips would
look like warmly ovalled around his long white cock, and he was about
to find out now.
He was about to find out just exactly how it would feel to shoot his
hot stream of impatient cum down that long swan-like throat. He would
spew it into her until her adam's apple bobbed up and down as she
gulped it into her to keep from choking. The thought of his heatedly
pulsating hardness wormed between those untouchable lips that had
scorned him before, goaded his organ into a rock-like rigidness that
jerked painfully against his pants. He bent over, a lewd grin on his
face, and with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand pulled her
lower lip tight between his fingers, enjoying her look of startled
horror. He pulled the full fleshy lip out, studying its soft pink
undersides, and relished the obscene feeling of power it gave him to
watch her beautiful young face as it dawned on her what he meant to do
to her.
Ellen froze. She could not move and her heart raced in total sympathy
for the girl who strained her head backwards, the cords in her neck
standing out, trying to escape the teasing fingers in her mouth. The
men were heaping more and more humiliations upon her. They would not
stop. The blonde hostage knew that the girl was an avowed enemy and
that Sylvia would hurt and maim her without thoughts of mercy or
hesitation if she got the chance. Ellen also knew that she was lucky it
was Sylvia there so nakedly prostrate at the man's knees and not her.
But she couldn't help identifying completely with the tall brunette for
this was what had happened to her last night when Cash had brutally
raped her vagina at the same time the grossly fat Pops had raped her
virginal mouth.
"What ya movin' back for?" Cash chuckled down to the once-haughty girl
kneeling at his feet. "Ya know it ain't gonna do ya no good, and ya
might as well enjoy it."
Billy's former girlfriend began trembling visibly beneath him, and her
sudden obvious display of fear signaled clearly to everyone in the
shabby room that she knew Cash was right and that she was hopelessly
cornered.
Then, even as Ellen watched in sympathy, the trembling ceased, and the
gang girl regained her almost arrogant sense of animal-like composure.
The piteous expression on her face was replaced by a fatalistic
acceptance as she realized it was useless to continue to resist Cash or
the demands of the men that would follow. Anyway, nothing could be as
bad as what she had already gone through, nothing could equal the shame
and humiliation of lying wide and open under weasel-like little sadist,
Vito, and feeling his depraved sperm ricocheting around in every inch
of her belly.
No ... there was no hope whatever of escape from her defenseless
position. Billy was not going to help her, and she might as well do
everything she could to please the men and get them on her side for
later ... when she sought her revenge on that blonde bitch who had
taken her man away.
Yes, it was Ellen's fault that Sylvia was now in this degrading and
shameful position before the men that she wouldn't have stooped to spit
on under ordinary circumstances. Ellen had taken her protector away
from her and stolen the position that Sylvia had always possessed, and
now she was utterly helpless and vulnerable before Billy's men. But she
would get even, she would make Ellen suffer each indignity she was
going through herself now. What Sylvia had to fuck, Ellen would fuck.
What Sylvia had to suck, Ellen would suck. She would make that bitch go
through everything she'd had to and more ... and then she'd fix her so
no man would ever want her again ... maybe even perform a little
plastic surgery on her - the same kind that was used on the Puerto Rican
bitch Alicia, "Titless Alicia", they called her now.
Then Sylvia's thoughts of sweet revenge abruptly faded as she saw the
hungry expression on the faces of Cash and Pop ... and Vito again. Her
fear returned as she recalled how she had mocked and teased each of the
men, and something about their cruelly glinting eyes made her realize
how completely aware they were of the disdain and scorn she'd always
had for them. There wasn't a one, not even Pop, that she hadn't led on
with promising glances and then dropped with a mocking laugh, or that
she could count on now not to take full revenge on her and put her
through all she had coyly hinted at when she had been teasing them.
There would be no mercy for her, and now that her time had come, she
knew she would get it good and hard, right down her screaming throat
.... just like so many other women she'd seen brutally gang fucked in
the past.
"That's right," Cash hissed down at her suddenly submissive form. "Part
of playing the game is losing. You've got to know how to lose. And,
baby, you just lost. Did you ever!"
Sylvia's glance shot up to Cash, her eyes burning in a reflection of
her inner fear and contempt for him, but she didn't speak or move a
single one of her sleekly velvet muscles. Instead, her face turned into
a kind of mask, a death mask - expressionless and totally immobile - as
though she had suddenly thrown a switch which had shut off all
feelings, both mental and physical. Cash bent down and cupped his hands
over her large nakedly swinging breasts, and she remained still,
looking like a statue of a Greek Aphrodite with only a slight quivering
of her nostrils belying the anger and revulsion building deep inside
her.
"I love a good loser," the stocky convict chortled, his voice becoming
hoarse from his mounting excitement.
He ran his open palms over the full weight of her firmly rounded white
breasts and then pulled with his thumbs and forefingers at the small
pink nipples. The exposed buds quivered and throbbed into hardness at
the squeezing pressure of his harsh touch. His breath deepened and grew
heavier with lewd desire, he was all too aware of the control he had
over her and moved his hands with tortuous slowness down to the curving
indentation of her small narrow waist. All the while, the tall brunette
kneeled perfectly still; she was forced to let him do what he would
with her.
"I ain't takin' no seconds," he murmured as though in explanation as he
bent lower over her. "I ain't goin' to fuck you where Vito did. No,
you're gonna take my prick in your sweet little mouth and suck it
good."
Still, he let his hands roam slowly over the flatness of her firmly
taut belly and then gradually moved to her sparse, kinky hair-covered
pubic mound. He ran one outstretched finger between the swollen,
tender-fleshed cuntal lips into the warm steaming slit still wet and
slippery from the repeated gushes of heatedly thick sperm Vito had
spewed into her a short while ago. Sylvia began trembling again, and
Cash smiled confidently as he continued his probing exploration. A low
helpless groan escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth when his
finger slid mockingly over the straining little bud of her clitoris.
His arms swung out suddenly, and he harshly grabbed at the quivering
white cheeks of her full firm ass. Sylvia jerked and squealed as he
stretched the damp crevice between her buttocks wide and searched with
the tip of his extended middle finger for her tiny, tightly puckered
anus. Suddenly, he found the cringing opening, and she jumped forward,
almost crawling up his chest, to escape the first unexpected pain. The
stocky convict ignored her squeal of protest and pressed hard, feeling
the brown starred orifice give a little, and then suddenly the tight
elastic anal ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the
first knuckle joint.
Sylvia was struggling again now with every ounce of energy that she
possessed in an attempt to escape the cruelly digging finger screwing
into her buttocks. She pulled and pushed with all her strength at his
arm that circled around her, but the movement merely increased the
searing pain.
"You're hurting me," she yelled, pounding on his chest with her fists.
Cash turned his head and grinned down again at her naked young body
quivering so helplessly on his single finger. He screwed it in deeper
and his nail caught the flesh momentarily in her rectum, scraping her.
She jerked and squealed again. Cash grinned from ear to ear obviously
enjoying her pain and torment. The sight of the supple flesh of her
curvaceous body kneeling vulnerably beneath him incited his lust even
more. He gasped as he took in her large breasts dangling on each side
of his legs, those same fantastic breasts that he had eyed in sacred
lust so many times in the past. He wondered how they would look jerking
and dancing below her pumping torso as she sucked the full length of
his plunging cock buried deep in her warm, wetly clasping mouth. By
God, he'd shove it all the way down to her fucking tonsils when the
moment came, he thought, feeling the pressure growing in his balls.
Sylvia had discovered that the burning pain in her rectum diminished to
a low throbbing hurt when she didn't move, and now she knelt before him
in statue-like submission. She tried to forget her present anguish and
humiliation and concentrated instead on what she would do to the little
blonde bitch when she got her hands on her. And she knew that she would
sooner or later. She would keep her mouth closed and not say anything
more against the girl; and in a matter of hours she would find herself
alone with the girl. Then she would make the bitch suffer all the
degradation she was going through now. It would be an easy matter to
turn the other men on the girl, and if they weren't around ... well,
she would enjoy slowly slicing her beauty into ugly little pieces. She
knew she was stronger than the girl, her mind raced on in her anger and
hate.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the rasping sound of a zipper being
pulled open. She moaned deep in her throat and her eyes shadowed in
disgust and revulsion as Cash's free hand struggled with the opening of
his pants.
"I can see you're real anxious," he chided gleefully. "But we ain't
gonna hurry. No, we got lot's a time."
He lifted his buttocks slightly from the chair, his outstretched middle
finger still wormed securely in the deepest recesses of her defenseless
rectum, and tugged his pants down his hairy abdomen. They caught for a
moment at the bulging obstacle of his now fully erect penis and then,
suddenly freed, his massively throbbing cock jumped straight out from
his belly.
"Pull the pants down my legs," he grunted happily at her look of
dismay. "I want to give you lots of room to work with."
Sylvia complied after a second's hesitation and pulled his trousers
down his heavy legs until they were bunched in a disordered heap around
his ankles. Her head reeled at the sight of his pulsating blood-
engorged penis cleaving out from his belly, and the sperm-inflated sac
of his balls squashed against the seat of the chair. She fought the
urge to slam them with her closed fist. But the gang girl knew better
than to resist now, and she focused instead on the revenge she would
seek later when she had the advantage. She flinched but didn't protest
as Cash's free hand began to roam in wild excitement over every inch of
her nakedly exposed torso that kneeled in a position of lewd
subservience before him.
Cash's eyes moved gloatingly over the voluptuous curves that had been
denied him for so long but were now hovering beneath him like a pagan
making a sacrificial offering. His hand harshly kneaded her firm
globular breasts, her resiliently rounded ass cheeks, and the smooth
soft flesh at the curve of her sleek upper thighs until he could stand
no longer the maddening torture building deep in his balls.
Suddenly, and without any prior warning, his hand tangled in her hair
and pulled Sylvia's sensually beautiful young face closer to his
jutting groin. Her eyes widened at the full view of his impatiently
pulsing penis with its mighty sac of sperm-bloated testicles only scant
inches in front of her. Her mouth tightened in revulsion as his free
hand circled around the long thick cock and gradually pulled the heavy
foreskin back, exposing the red bulbous head. The stocky convict
shifted closer and Sylvia closed her eyes as he began moving the thick
blunt hardness over her upturned face. She began trembling again in
shame and humiliation as she felt it rub like a red-hot poker over her
cheeks and around the edges of her tightly closed mouth.
Ellen's skin turned beet red in embarrassment for the girl who was
forced to remain on her knees before the man and forced to feel his
throbbing hardness rub over the softness of her face as his thick
finger began to fuck rapidly in and out of her defenselessly puckering
little rectum.
"Aaaaaaaargh," the tall brunette moaned in pain as the finger began
skewering ever more violently into the sensitive spongy depths of her
anus.
"Open your mouth," Cash commanded with a lewd grin on his face. Sylvia
hesitated a moment, and his hands tightened painfully in her silky
black hair, pulling the skin back from her temples.
Ellen's eyes widened in horror at the terrifying scene of humiliation
and torture rapidly building into utter depravity and animalism before
her unbelieving eyes. Had this been the way she looked last night when
Pop had fucked in and out of her mouth?
Cash began groaning now, foul obscenities spewing from his contorted
lips as he roughly shoved the girl's face deep into his groin. He
spread his heavy thighs and the girl's entire head seemed to sink into
the hairy depths surrounding his testicles. His hand, tangling
painfully in the jet black hair, guided her wetly parted lips over the
fleshy, swollen sac of his balls dangling down between his widespread
legs, then slowly forced her face down the inner sides of his eagerly
trembling thighs.
Then abruptly, as though he could stand his own cruel torturing no
longer, he ripped the finger from her anus and, with both hands free
now, yanked her head roughly by the hair until her face was once again
poised directly over his long violently throbbing cock. Without further
hesitation, he gruffly thrust his loins forward and groaned when the
warm moistness of her open mouth closed over the sensitive head of his
pulsating hardness.
"Now suck my cock, baby," he swallowed deeply above the girl haunched
over his loins. "Suck it good and hard, and I'll give you a present."
Slowly the girl began to nibble in fear of the further pain and
humiliation that would come to her if she refused him. Ellen watched
the lewd effects of the gang girl's efforts play over Cash's face as
the convict felt the first moist firm pull of Sylvia's lips over his
cock, then the warm suction when she slowly lifted her head and let his
long member slide wetly through the tightly clasping insides of her
mouth. An involuntary whimper of dismay and shame escaped from Ellen's
lips as the scene brought back lewd memories of the previous night and
her own mouth working obscenely over Pop's stiffened penis in the same
utter helplessness. The sight of Sylvia sucking away, coupled with her
own memories, caused a momentary twitch in Ellen's suddenly moistening
vagina. Vague, dimly felt echoes of her repeated orgasms rippled
faintly through her loins, and quickly she forced herself to begin
thinking of other things.
"C'mon, baby, c'mon," Cash grunted fiercely and pulled maliciously at
her hair. "Suck harder, harder ... suck goddamn you! Ahhhh, that's more
like it, you beautiful little cocksucker. Ahhhh ..."
Sylvia's head began a rapid bobbing rhythm and her cheeks hollowed as
she sucked harder. The flesh of her tightly compressed lips pulled out
grotesquely and clung to the long white trunk of his penis as she
nibbled and licked, her frightened mind caught up in the task with all
her concentration. The kneeling girl twirled her tongue around the
moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head on each outstroke, and the
nerve-tingling lick made the cock tip throb and jerk so that the entire
long column seemed to grow rapidly right before Ellen's eyes.
"Don't stop, keep sucking like that, keep sucking!" he gasped to the
tortured girl who slaved dutifully below him, her body glistening from
the tiny droplets of sweat that began to form over her skin.
The gasping-in-pleasure convict's hands tangled tighter in Sylvia's
long black hair, and he began to convulsively ram his massive male
hardness farther and farther down her throat. He bent his head slightly
to the side in order to watch her contorted face. The profile of his
hardened shaft sawed rhythmically in and out of her wetly ovalled mouth
and disappeared with each vicious inward thrust he made until only a
little stretch of it showed white and glistening as it lewdly protruded
from between her lips.
Ellen twisted her hands nervously around the back rungs of Billy's
chair and watched helplessly. She prayed desperately that the gang's
attention wouldn't suddenly return to her in the terrible heat of
passion that they had all worked themselves into from watching Sylvia's
dancing torso, her naked young breasts jerking and swaying lewdly as
her mouth pumped up and down over Cash's still erect cock. Pop hovered
anxiously around the couple, his eyes gleaming in obscene anticipation
while he waited his turn with the haughty fallen queen of the gang and
Vito leaned against the wall, stroking his own once again hardened cock
between both of his hands at the same time. Ellen glanced up at Billy,
a silent plea for protection in her eyes, but he looked at her
impassively, then turned back to watch the obscene spectacle. She found
herself hoping that he would take her to his room soon, just as he had
said he was going to do at the beginning of the horrible evening. The
blonde hostage knew from his rapid breathing and bulging pants that he
was excited from watching the cruel assault on Sylvia and that he would
do terrible things to her and expect her to do disgusting things to
him. No matter how disgusting, though, she would do it because it would
get her safely out of the room and away from the wantonly perverted
scene that threatened to make her sick at any moment. No, nothing could
be as bad as this, even submitting to Billy's whims.
Cash groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the naked
young brunette kneeled before him like a lowly slave. Sylvia could feel
the spongy heated head rub the full length of her tongue before
embedding itself deep in her throat, and could taste and smell the
sharp pungent flavor and odor of the tiny droplets of seminal fluid
that seeped from the tip of his cock in his rising excitement. But she
didn't think about what was about to happen; she considered instead the
cruel and bizarre punishments she would mete out when she got her hands
on the rotten blonde bitch who was responsible for this. Her thoughts
returned to the task at hand only when Cash's hands pushed her wetly
clinging mouth down harder on the long hard cock screwing so
mercilessly into her face.
She began sucking to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in the stormy
seas over his maniacally pumping loins. She sucked demon-like, swishing
her tongue with a vengeance now around and around the throbbing head
sliding in and out of her widely ovalled lips - wanting him to cum and
get it over with. Her mouth was full of saliva and she hollowed the
smooth wet insides on the outstroke and expanded them on the in-stroke,
allowing her hot breath to race over the air cooled trunk with a
maddening rhythm. Cash's semen-laden balls beat a staccato rhythm
against her upturned young chin, and the saliva-matted curly blonde
pubic hair covering his lower stomach brushed against her face with
frantic thrust for release.
Cash's desire mounted with the lewd power he now had over the girl who
submissively accepted his cock's violent plunges into her mouth and
even matched them with a driving, sucking vengeance of her own. He
clasped his palms tight against her ears and enjoyed the way she
tightened her lips and increased the speed of her movement even more,
as though she would do anything to appease him. He wanted to spurt his
hot cum all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of
hers until she burst. He wanted to debase and completely humiliate this
smart-ass little prick-tease for all the times she had deliberately
tormented him when she was under Billy's protection.
Now Billy's presence magnified his pleasure because he knew it made
Sylvia's predicament that much more shameful and degrading. She was
sucking voraciously on Cash's rapidly expanding cock while both she and
he knew that Billy himself was watching. All the men were watching the
way he had brought Sylvia to her knees and forced the former girlfriend
of their leader to work to please him like the lowest of prostitutes.
He watched her lick and suck on his thickly thrusting cock, and as the
image transcribed itself obscenely on his brain, he felt the pressure
growing in his balls ... and he knew it wouldn't be much longer now. He
could hardly wait for the moment when he spewed his white hot stream of
cum in rushing gushes into her mouth and forced her to swallow it down
that pretty little throat of hers.
The nakedly kneeling brunette's head bobbed wildly now in her
desperation, and he felt the unbearable pressure building - building
deep in his impatiently pulsating balls. It felt like he was sitting on
a ticking time bomb that was about to go off. There could be no more
waiting, something had to give before he exploded in a thousand
different directions. Then he felt his erupting sperm begin its mad
race up the long length of his insanely jerking cock.
The moment was now!
He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were
being tortured by fire. His head fell back and he arched his loins up
into her slavering young face, tangling his hands cruelly in her hair
and holding her head tight against his loins while he rammed his long
exploding shaft into the tight warm softness between her tongue and the
roof of her sucking mouth. He groaned over and over again, and a low
guttural sound started from deep in his chest as he pushed the wildly
jerking penis all the way down to her tonsils. His hands pressed hard
against her cheeks so that her mouth tightened while he convulsively
fucked his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Then he felt his cum spewing out thick heated streams into the soft
sanctity of her wet young mouth. Gush after gush of the white hot sperm
bloated her cheeks outward with each bullet-like squirt and she
swallowed frantically to keep from choking ... gasping and gagging at
his thrusting loins. His hands tangled in her hair and held her warmly
ovalled mouth tight to the emptying cock while he shot the last of his
heated load deep into the confines of her still sucking mouth and until
every last drop of the warm sticky sperm had been nibbled from his
rapidly deflating hardness.
The flaccid penis slipped slowly with a wet sucking sound from the
girl's mouth, but her throat continued to tighten and untighten,
swallowing in great desperate gulps in an effort to clear her mouth and
throat of his warm pungent sperm.
Ellen was so overwhelmed and transfixed by the horrible and depraved
spectacle of Cash cumming in the girl's mouth that she hadn't even
noticed Billy's hand roaming familiarly over her back and softly curved
buttocks from where she sat next to him. But suddenly her attention
reeled back to her own vulnerable situation when she heard him rise
from the chair and felt his hands cup under her arms to pull her to a
standing position. She began trembling in fear, but didn't struggle as
Billy, incited by the lewdly obscene performance, began leading her
across the floor to his room and the long night of submission that
awaited her. Sylvia's challenge to Billy's authority had provided for
Ellen only a temporary respite, she realized with dreading full
awareness now, and once again it was her turn to be used as a sex slave
as she had been last night. Except that now there was just Billy,
whereas last night there had been three, and she made up her mind to
cooperate as best she could so as not to lose this advantage, as small
and pitiful as it was. She allowed Billy to lead her down the hall to
his room, hearing behind her the sounds of Sylvia whimpering as the
grossly fat Pop prepared to take his turn at her.
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Chapter 5
The yellow triangle of light shining into Billy's room from the hallway
slowly disappeared across the bare wooden floor when he reached back
and softly closed the door behind them. In that moment before the door
sealed her fate with a small click, Ellen thought she saw a tiny room
with a blanket-covered mattress in the corner. An empty light fixture
hung from the ceiling, but it didn't work, and Billy disappeared from
his position close behind her to flare a match ... then the shabby room
glimmered with the light of a candle.
Ellen sighed without much feeling as the bleakness of the dismal room
registered on her exhausted mind. She had been horrified and shocked
for so long that she couldn't have worked up any further distress if
she had wanted to. Actually, though, when she looked around the dimly
lit room with a view of starless sky evident beyond one cracked window,
it seemed almost cozy, and she was glad to be there with Billy instead
of back down the hall under the harsh glare of the hanging light,
suffering further indignities from the others.
The voluptuous young blonde stepped forward willingly when Billy's hand
reached through the darkness and circled her slender wrist, pulling her
down on the mattress beside him. Then the door swung open again, and
she watched dully as he grunted in irritation and crawled back to his
feet, walking across the room to slam the door. It sprang open a second
time but he left it, exposing them to a long low wail of anguish from
Sylvia once again being assaulted in the other room by the men. Ellen's
heart began to pound as the piteous sounds stirred grim images in her
mind of what was about to happen to her. She wanted to plead with Billy
to close the door again, but she didn't. She sensed that the gang
leader had fallen into a sullen bitter mood, and she was deathly afraid
of inciting his anger.
She jumped when his hand settled on her shoulder, pushing her
backwards, but she fell obediently onto her back on the mattress. She
stared as though in a trance at the light from the hallway reflecting
now on the ceiling, too frightened to turn her head when she heard him
stripping the clothing from his muscular body. She heard him unzipping
his pants, then his belt hit with a loud clang against the floor, and
she stiffened as he sat down on the mattress to pull the trousers and
his under shorts off his ankles. Then there was just the horrible
suspenseful silence which was broken only by occasional male grunts of
passion mixed with small feminine protests coming from the other room.
Ellen quivered and waited for the weight of his naked body to fall
suddenly and heavily in plundering passion on her vulnerably reclining
form, but it didn't. Instead, he sat quietly next to her, his deep
breathing the only evidence of his rising passion, and glanced for a
moment at the flickering shadows the candle cast on the crumbling walls
before he turned slowly to her small deliciously curving form. Ellen
didn't have to glance to the side to know that he was studying her
barely covered young body, his hungry eyes traveling a slow burning
path of hot desire and admiration up the entire length of her form,
coming to rest on the protruding outline of her large ripely firm
breasts beneath the torn ragged tee-shirt.
"You're pretty," Ellen suddenly heard a voice speak softly below the
frantic rising shrieks of Sylvia that were rapidly growing louder in
intensity from the other room, and her first impulse was to cast a
frightened glance around to see who it was that had spoken so gently.
But no new assailant appeared, there was only herself and Billy on the
mattress with their two separate shadows dancing against the wall. It
was Billy who had spoken in that strange, suddenly tender voice. But it
was a Billy that she hadn't prepared herself for after the long day in
which he had seemed even more aloof and dangerously angry than usual.
She had sensed a certain well-hidden protectiveness in his attitude
towards her at first, but after his humiliating encounter with the
stranger it had seemed to vanish. Now its reemergence left her confused
and frightened. She had finally decided after permitting Vito's
sadistically cruel assault on Sylvia - and obviously enjoying what the
little killer had done to his ex-girlfriend - that he was as much an
animal as the others. But now with this sudden tenderness of the leader
she was unsure again.
"I hope they didn't hurt ya," he spoke to the wall and then bent his
head, almost as though he didn't want to face her from shyness or
embarrassment.
"I'm still alive," Ellen said suspiciously and glanced at his profile
in order to see his reaction to her words. She didn't want to get her
hopes up. She was surprised when he sighed heavily in seeming agreement
at the horror of her predicament the previous night.
"Aaaggghhhh - No! You're killing me - eeeeee!"
Sylvia's high piercing shriek that came down the hall like the long
wail of a siren interrupted the tender scene. Ellen hoped desperately
for the second time since she had entered the small cave-like room that
Billy would get up and close the door, but he didn't and she was still
too aware of the power of life or death he had over her to ask him to
do anything at all for her. Instead, he once again won her startled
surprise when he unexpectedly reached into the pockets of the pants he
had already removed and left on the floor, and then lit a cigarette;
his face turned towards her revealed an unhoped-for gentleness over the
flare of the match in his hand.
Ellen waited for a seeming eternity while he leisurely smoked the
cigarette and her torn emotions gradually changed from suspicion and
fear to relief and acceptance. Yes, she thought, there was just no way
of getting around the fact, as shocking and unacceptable as it would be
if she were still back in her normal world, that it was better that she
be sexually taken by Billy - as she knew he was going to do in a few
minutes - than that she find herself once again suffering brutal and
sadistic indecencies at the callous hands of the others.
This reassuring train of thought came to a sudden halt when Ellen
noticed Billy impatiently stubbing out his cigarette on the dirty bare
floorboards after only two puffs. He turned towards her, revealing his
fully naked body for the first time, and to her own surprise and
amazement she didn't cringe or even glance away. She supposed that they
had beaten and abused her so much in the last twenty-four hours that
nothing could move her now except the terror of being thrown to the
others to be used as a plaything as she had been before. Ellen jerked
suddenly as Sylvia's abjectedly pleading moan and loud, sadistically
gleeful laughter came from the next room. Yes, yes, she shuddered and
sank back onto the bed, anything Billy did would be better than being
the subject of those foul male comments coming down the hallway now,
indicating that Pop was fucking into Sylvia while Cash and Vito watched
in lewd pleasure.
Billy laid his hand on Ellen's shoulder, mistaking her slight tremble
in response to the crude remarks from the other men, as the beginning
of surrender. And in a way, the half-drunk gang leader was right.
Ellen's will to resist had finally been destroyed by the unrelenting
torture and cruel pain that the men had put her through. At some
inexact moment since the convicts had forced her into their truck off
the country road, she had given up the struggle. She, herself, wasn't
sure of when the exact turning point in her anguished emotions had
occurred, for her resistance had disappeared so gradually and
imperceptibly under the seemingly endless torture. All she knew now was
that her hopes had changed, and she no longer aspired to escape the men
but simply to endure them ... to exist ... to live! More than anything,
she hoped that they wouldn't hurt her any more, and that when Billy
made love to her, he wouldn't do it too cruelly. Her determination had
been overcome by a fatigue-wracked desire to escape further pain, and
now the tenderness with which he caressed her helped allay her fears
.... and she lay beneath him quietly and unprotesting.
The convict, sobering now from the sight of the voluptuous young girl
stretched languidly on the bed beside him, looked at her almost with
reverence. He would have given anything in the world to possess her
under different circumstances; to come home from a big office where he
had a good thing going that enabled him to make the right pay-offs and
live in peace ... and find her waiting for him. Yeh, she was
surrendering to him now. But what else could the poor little bitch do?
He would have given everything to feel her squirming beneath him,
needing him as much as he needed her. Or if not her, at least someone
like her, someone young, pure, innocent, who thought he was and always
would be Number One. The others had taken her last night, it was true,
but he had heard her screams as they forced themselves on her with
sheer brute strength; and anyway, her being there in the first place
had been his own fucking fault. Then he'd heard her finally cumming and
he had wished he'd been the one to do that for her. No, that didn't
really count; the real obstacle between them was the ugliness of his
past, his present, and his future. She was something only vaguely
glimpsed through lace curtains, singing at a piano, when you're broke
and on the lam. He could hardly expect her to throw herself at a two-
bit criminal with his record. And tomorrow his role as fugitive would
be sealed forever; sure, he'd be the big man then, but there would be
no more chances for him to make a new start of it. After tomorrow,
having a girl like that ... well, it just couldn't happen! He would try
to make it out of the country, and then maybe after a few years he
could stop running, settle somewhere and build a new life. No, he would
be lucky if he was still alive tomorrow night, and after that he might
as well face the fact that there would be nothing but to keep moving.
Forever.
And ... there was nothing he could do to stop the plan now. If he
didn't participate in the killing, the other would do it ... after
leaving his body somewhere as destroyed evidence. There was not even
any going back to prison now. He was trapped just like the senator,
whom he didn't care about one way or the other. Except that he, Billy,
had always been trapped.
He wished that he could somehow explain all this to the innocent young
girl to make her understand why he needed her so much tonight.
But he knew he couldn't! Shit, he thought, we're worlds apart and she's
so fucking afraid of me that she would never relax her suspicions
enough to believe what I say, even if I could find the words to say it.
No, she'd just have to go on believing that he was a murderer who would
kill anyone, including her, without a second thought. The only chance
he had to express his feelings would come when he made love to her.
That was the only way ... even if she wouldn't understand.
Ellen's terrified young body began to shiver uncontrollably as she felt
the gang leader reach forward and run his hands over the top of her
jeans, looking for the opening of her pants. She wanted to look up and
search his face in the candlelight, but she didn't dare. She was too
afraid that she would disrupt this suddenly gentle mood that he was in
and incite him to the savage lust with which he had brutally raped her
in the truck the first night. As it was, she lay as still as possible,
listening to his whiskey-scented breath grow heavier, while he ran his
hands over the smoothness of her belly and then out to the flare of her
hips, finally cupping his hands under her supple young buttocks. He
reached forward and carefully unzipped her jeans, but she didn't
protest and even lifted her hips when he began to tug the slacks down
her long legs.
She sat up for a moment, and he pulled the torn remains of her tee-
shirt up over her head and off her arms. She trembled while he
struggled with the clasp of her brassiere and then lay back down
uneasily, though it wasn't from fear now but the strange feeling of
abandon that overcame her as she felt him pulling the ragged garment
from her large firm breasts. Her berry-like nipples stiffened and
hardened in contact with the air, and a peculiar fluttery sensation
rippled through her abdomen when she noticed him glancing down at them
in what seemed to be tender appreciation.
After a moment, Billy placed his hands around the fleshy curve of her
small waist and then curled his fingers over the elastic band at the
top of what was left of her little white nylon panties, pulling them
downward and drawing from her an involuntary "ooooooh." For a moment
both of their movements quickened in the struggle with her last item of
clothing whose removal would leave her as naked and open as he was. She
lifted her belly and he pulled and tugged until they peeled reluctantly
over the full firm moons of her buttocks.
Now Ellen lay totally naked beside him. She felt no fear whatsoever
anymore, and it surprised her, but she supposed it was because of this
strange gentleness with which he treated her. He was asking, not
demanding, and she even felt that he might stop if she asked him to.
But she had no intentions of doing that! He had saved her from another
attack by the others who would probably have used her more cruelly than
the night before, and he had rescued her from an assault by his jealous
ex-girlfriend. Even, now he was still protecting her from both dangers,
and she sensed that he had taken her to his room not only because he
wanted her for himself but out of simple human compassion.
And she felt gratitude. She wanted him to know she was grateful.
Billy sensed the change in the girl too, though it was hard to believe
it. She hadn't struggled or kicked when he had removed her clothing,
and she didn't cringe now at him sitting next to her. She wasn't even
clinging to him out of desperate fear of the others as she had done
back in the other room. No, she now lay next to him in a state of
expectant repose, and wild thoughts began to race through his head that
it was just possible that the voluptuous young blonde was waiting for
his next move with some sort of anticipation. He laid his hands on her
taut little belly and caressed slowly up to the soft underside of her
warmly fleshed breasts. It didn't seem possible but when the backs of
his hands reached their soft fullness, an almost inaudible whimper
escaped her lips as though she wanted him to cup his hands completely
over them. But he didn't want to destroy this advantage with an abrupt
movement, and he began gently kneading his hands over her waist and
abdomen. Finally, after a long tortuous wait, he carefully cupped the
lush firmness of her breasts, squeezing the small, bud-like nipples in
the furrows between his splayed out fingers. To his surprise she didn't
move! He rubbed her breasts in small tiny circles and surprisingly, her
chest lifted and strained against his hands as if she were offering
them to him in silent invitation.
When, after a moment, he dropped one hand to her thigh, she merely
parted her legs without resistance of any kind. The small soft tendrils
of pubic hair brushed temptingly against his fingers, but he kept his
caresses confined to her legs, avoiding the tempting vaginal mound as
he gradually moved his hand underneath her to the wonderfully pliant
cheeks of her warm ass. He clenched their smooth, satin-like softness
in his hand and drew his fingers down the slightly spread crease
between them. Despite himself, his wrist made contact with an
unexpected warm dampness growing rapidly between her legs. Now the gang
leader could stand it no more, and drew his fingers irresistibly
downward to the soft moist flanges of the young hostage's pussy that
quivered so warmly in his hand. He tried to press one outstretched
finger into the tight little opening of her cunt, but she jerked
spasmodically away, not from pain or fear, but from the sudden contact
that sent another wave of erotically rippling sensation through her
belly.
Billy withdrew the finger and looked down at her sensually naked body
presenting such an incredible picture of lovely young femaleness to
him. Christ! He'd never seen a picture of anything as lush as this, and
he still couldn't believe she was here ... and his!
She was just as firm and full-bodied as he had sensed in the terrible
rush of raping her in the truck, and just as soft and young and
innocent in a fiery way as he had imagined while listening to her
squeals and protests and screams - both of protest and rapture - with the
men last night. She was all that he had hoped she would be, except that
now she was lying willingly beneath him, her ripe young body quivering
with desire ... for him!
He kneeled up over her and ran his uncontrollably trembling hands
reverently over her warm young breasts, her flat little belly, her firm
upper thighs, and then behind again slowly over the full sweep of her
lushly rounded buttocks pressed against the mattress. His heart
gladdened as his hands and caresses brought small animal-like mewls of
pleasure from her wetly parted lips. His passion increased as her
tautly smooth abdomen and its blonde pubic mound lifted quickly up to
him in invitation when he pressured his hands gently up from behind.
Billy watched as she looked up at him with smoky blue eyes that were
half-closed and already dimmed from the forbidden pleasure that sent
waves of lewd warmth rippling over every inch of her sensuously
quivering young body.
Ellen, in the deep exhausted haze and dimness that follows relief from
severe mental anguish, had drifted off into an alien world of soft
pleasure of the flesh. At first, back in the distant and rapidly
receding past that she could now barely remember, she had let herself
be led to this candle lit room so that she could escape the other
convicts, then out of gratitude she had lain unprotesting while the
gang leader had undressed and fondled her body. But now her passive
acceptance had been replaced by a driving desire that she not only
didn't comprehend but couldn't control. The aroused young girl didn't
know who the gently caressing hands belonged to or how they had managed
to work this miracle upon her. With a sigh of rapture, she gave up the
impossible effort to even think beyond the wickedly flickering inferno
of pleasure that devastated her entire body, the flames rippling
outward from the throbbing center of her vagina that ached to be
filled.
"Oh God, Oh God," she heard a female voice crooning, unaware that it
was herself who was speaking.
Billy bent down, pressing his wet lips tightly to hers, and immediately
felt the soft shaft of her quivering little tongue spear into the hot
cavern of his mouth, circling around his own hard rigid tongue in a
flicking embrace like a poor moth attracted by an open flame which it
could not resist.
Feeling sure of himself for the first time, Billy placed his hands on
the soft firm inner sides of her full upper thighs, and this time she
didn't move away or even jerk in the slightest degree. Instead, her
legs parted slowly and willingly outward as he pressured against them
with his hands, pushing them outward as though he were opening the
pages of a sacred book.
Sudden bewilderment raced through his brain at her passionate response
to him. For a moment he suspected a trap - suspected that she was
pretending. It didn't seem possible that this was the same virgin he
had raped so brutally only last night who was now lying quivering and
moaning beneath him, waiting in what seemed to be helpless desire for
the moment when he would take her a second time.
The convict couldn't wait any longer, and he let his naked body sink
down onto hers where he rested a moment, feeling the softly sensual
hollows and mounds of her voluptuous body pressed tightly against him.
Then he drew her legs up from her pinioned, splayed-out body until her
knees bent out at each of his sides. He lifted her arms, wrapping them
around his neck, and she groaned in acquiescence and eagerness. Her
passion spurred his own desire. Her helplessly lewd response to each of
his moves goaded his passion until his head reeled with the power he
had over her. He wanted to thrust his tongue down her throat, to
totally pulverize every inch of her sensual young body until she
quivered in a thousand helpless pieces. He breathed heavily and had
reached down to implant himself into the soft wet crevice of her pussy
pressed so warmly up against his loins ... but at the last moment he
stopped!
He wanted her to surrender totally to him tonight in every way, drawing
her to him with her own hands so that he would never be uncertain in
the future days to come - if there were to be future days - that she had
wanted him. She was in a pliant dreamy condition now and, anyway, he
would never again have the opportunity to fuck her like this.
"Put it in," he lifted his mouth from hers and spoke in a low whisper.
Then he added, even though it was obviously unnecessary, "... please!"
He stopped breathing for a long tortuous moment as he waited to see
what she would do. Then his choked off breath heaved out in a deep sigh
of relief when he felt her little hand push immediately down between
their warmly sweating bodies and curl around the long rigidity of his
heatedly throbbing shaft. He lifted his loins slightly to give her
access to him when she hesitated a moment as though trying to figure
out what to do with the hardened flesh that jerked and throbbed so
vitally between her tightly clasping fingers.
The gang leader groaned when she pushed the thick foreskin back,
exposing the blunt pulsing head that brushed lightly against the smooth
skin of her taut young belly. He lifted his hips higher, letting her
hand to direct him, and swung slightly backwards. The blonde girl's
fingers ran tentatively down the full length of his shaft, then with a
sudden assurance she moved it against the soft fleece-covered curvature
of her pubic mound. For a second time he held his breath, feeling her
sparse tendrils tantalizingly curl around the head of his hard column
that was pressing against her warmly pink slit. He waited in agony,
desperate with desire, as she fumbled with the strange stiffness of his
cock, tentatively sliding it up and down the full wetness between the
swollen lips of her moistly aroused pussy. Finally she found her mark,
and the hotly throbbing penis in her hand rested at the warm vaginal
opening which was now willingly being offered to him - unlike last night
when he had taken what he wanted without gentleness or mercy.
But he held back tonight!
He waited with the greater desire to slither into her at the exact
moment when she needed it as much as he did. It would mean everything
to hear her pleading, to feel every sinew of her supple young body
begging for him to finally plunge his long hard cock into her, pleading
with him