Sociologists and psychologists are fond of drawing links between violence and sexual repression, but rarely has a work of literature dealt so thoroughly with these themes as the explosive novel you are about to read.
This is the story of a bank robbery-the behind-the-scenes story of four outlaws and their hostage. This is the story that never makes the papers. For in their concern for the protection of innocent victims, the press rarely gives us all the details of how hostages and kidnap victims are really treated at the hands of desperate criminals.
In delving into the psyche of the criminal, one cannot help but see that the same impulses that cause men to strike out at society, to vent their hatred for institutions in acts of crime and violence, are often mirrored and acted out in parallel attitudes towards women. Probing deeper, it has been theorized that repressed rage at the father is often manifested in crimes like bank robbery, where the institution, with its appearance of impenetrable strength, functions as a symbol for the male parent. In cases such as the one described in this novel, where a female hostage is taken, we can also see how resentment towards the mother's neglect may be acted out in adult life, expressed in brutal acts of sexual assault.
While it is not the function of literature to propose easy solutions, we firmly believe in its value in bringing to light subjects that many would choose to pretend did not exist.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Ellie Winslow was unbelievably thrilled at the thought of going to work for the very first time in her life. She felt nervous but excited as she slid out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom for her shower. She peered at her face in the mirror through half-closed eyes and ran her fingers through her tousled blonde curls.
Just yesterday she had gotten most of her long, beautiful blonde hair cut off because she felt she needed a new image for her very first job-something more businesslike than her long schoolgirl's hair. But it was hard to get used to. She looked like someone else-someone very sophisticated, she thought.
She slipped off her filmy pink nightgown and-fighting her embarrassment at seeing herself nude in the full-length mirror on the door-she stared at how different her new hairdo made even her body appear.
The whole proportion was different. She looked more slender now, more elegant. And somehow the new hairdo emphasized the pertness of her full but uptilted breasts, whose nipples were now hard and erect in the morning chill. Yes, her waist seemed smaller and her long legs even longer.
Ellie giggled, then blushed and quickly threw her hands up over her full naked breasts-as if the mirror were another person watching her and she had suddenly remembered her modesty. Then she turned to the shower, regulated the water so that it was hot and steamy, and jumped in.
She let the hard torrents of water pound her sleepy flesh into wakefulness. Oooooo-hhhh, it felt so goooood. Unconsciously, she had uptilted her little blonde muff of pubic hair to the pounding streams of water and could feel such delicious thrills of pleasure running through her body. Vaguely, the eighteen-year-old virgin wondered when she would fall in love, marry and finally enjoy the exquisite delights her body promised. She gave a deep sigh as she turned and with her washcloth began to soap her soft smooth skin.
Maybe never, she thought. Maybe she'd be an old maid like her Aunt Gertrude and get all pinched looking-like a prune. Oh God! She hoped not. But sometimes she despaired of meeting a boy she really cared for.
She soaped carefully between her legs and felt warm streams of joy run up her spine, and then she ran the suds around and around her full, firm breasts. Mm-mmmm . . . it was so delicious . . .
Maybe, she thought, maybe working at the bank, HI meet some handsome and wonderful man and we will fall in love and get married.
She sighed again as she let the water course through the crack in her lovely, well-rounded backside. In all her eighteen years she'd never met a boy she really liked. At night she would dream about the handsome boy who would love her and marry her and carry her to heaven on their honeymoon bed. But her real life experiences were of a different order entirely.
Lots of boys had chased her in high school, but her parents-devout in their religious faith-had not let her date until her senior year. And then it was awful. She just hated the way everybody-even the ones who seemed nice at first-would take her out, make dumb conversation, and then-as if the whole evening was just an excuse for the end of it-they would lunge at her in their cars, in the movies, on the front steps as they took her home. Wet lips searching clumsily for hers, big awkward hands reaching out roughly and grabbing her sensitive breasts. Her whole senior year of high school seemed to be one struggle after another, her slender arms pushing, shoving, her body squirming to free herself from the predatory teen-age boys she had dated-once-only once for each of them.
Except one, she thought. Except Jeffrey MacDonald.
Goodness! she suddenly realized. It's getting late! I don't dare be late my first day at work!
She rinsed quickly and dried herself off with a thick pink terry towel. At that moment her mother knocked on the door.
"You'd better hurry, young lady-it's almost eight o'clock."
Ellie could smell breakfast downstairs and suddenly realized she was starved. Luckily, she had picked out her clothes the night before . . .
She had chosen a pert navy blue dress with a little round white collar. She felt it looked very businesslike. And she had a brand-new pair of navy blue leather shoes with high, narrow heels that made her slender calves look so pretty. Of course, no one would see her sitting behind a teller's cage. But that didn't matter. The new shoes made her feel so grown up.
She dressed quickly but carefully, and once again her mind wandered to Jeffrey.
Jeffrey, she thought, was very handsome-when he took off his glasses. At first glance he looked like a bookworm, but he really had a very strong jaw and intense eyes. Sometimes she thought his eyes would burn right through to her soul.
But Jeffrey was so shy! He was the only boy she had dated more than once-several times in fact-and he'd never even tried to kiss her! She liked him, but sometimes she wished he was just a little stronger-a little more masculine. Well, maybe at the bank she would meet other men. Who knows, maybe a handsome businessman would come in and they would fall in love . . . then on their wedding night. Oooooo-oh! She shivered at the thought of what he might do to her.
"Ellie!" she heard her mother shout. "Would you stop daydreaming . . . ? "
Ellie dashed downstairs to the kitchen. She heard her mother muttering . . .
"Always thinking about boys I bet. Young lady," she raised her voice as Ellie sat down at the table, "if you don't keep your mind off the boys you're going to wind up in a lot of trouble."
"Oh, Mom . . . " Ellie sighed. Sometimes her mother made her feel like one of those stray hairs that would never stay in place.
"I wonder what you do up there that takes so long," her mother said. "Daydreaming about boys . . . " She clucked her tongue with disapproval. "You keep your mind on purer things, young lady . . . "
"Oh, Mom . . . " Ellie's voice drifted off as she began to eat. God! She was starved. Ellie either didn't think about food at all, or else she would be so famished she thought that all the bacon and eggs in the world wouldn't be enough.
Now she wolfed down her food with the wholesome hunger of the young.
"Ellie," her mother reprimanded. "You eat like a little animal . . . now mind your manners."
"Yes, Mother," said Ellie. But she had satisfied her appetite. Suddenly she was too excited about work to finish breakfast. She jumped up and kissed her mother quickly goodbye and was out of the house before her mother could say-
"Now you be a good girl at work today, Ellie . .
CHAPTER TWO
On the other side of town, three men and a woman had been up all night.
On the second floor of a crumbling tenement were four people whose faces-by late that afternoon-the whole town would know. Their names would take longer to find out.
First of all there was Moose. If he had a last name, nobody'd heard it for years. Moose was an enormous man-six-feet four-inches of beefy muscle and fat. Moose was slow, with his big belly and his big feet, but he was strong. He was stronger than any two men he'd ever met. And if his mind was as slow as his body was large, that just made him even more valuable to the others, because he never challenged anybody's power. He'd take orders unquestioningly.
Mick Fleet was more of a problem to the gang's leader, Roger Barron. Mick Fleet was like a little bantam rooster-he liked to strut and show off and make a lot of noise-so Roger let him. It was easier to keep him in line that way.
Roger Barron was cool. He was tall and elegant-not an ounce of fat on his lean muscular body. His clothes were always simple-and expensive. Let Mick Fleet look like a little white pimp if he wanted to. Roger could have passed for a businessman, unless one looked closely at his face. The eyes were a cold, steely blue. They gleamed like metal and seemed to belong more to a precision machine than to a human being. There was no sign of feeling-all they betrayed was a coolly calculating mind. And then there was the scar-from an old knife fight-that ran clear across one cheek. He'd been sixteen the first and only time he'd been wounded in a fight-but the other guy wound up in the morgue looking more like a plate of spaghetti than a man.
And then there was Lena. Lena, black and beautiful. She had run away from home at 13, had made her living on the streets for five years, until she realized she'd never make it to 25 unless she got smarter. And smarter she got. Now she had just one man-except for a few favors for his friends-and that man was Roger Barron. For a black chick from the ghetto, Lena figured she was doing okay.
Her chocolate colored skin was smooth and tight, her body long and sinewy. Her hips were slender like a boy's but her buttocks were large and high and round. And her breasts though small, were hard and pointy, their nipples always erect.
There was an air of high tension and excitement in the shabby room now as the three men leaned over the floor plan of the First City Bank. Mick was jumpy. He had his switchblade in his hand and was flicking it out and closing it up, flicking it out and closing it up.
"Hey, man," said Lena in her deep throaty voice-"You makin' me jumpy. Cut it out."
"No one tells me what to do," Mick snarled viciously, and pointed the knife at Lena's long slender neck.
She laughed, her large lips baring flashing white teeth, and Roger's hand reached out calmly and took Mick's hand by the wrist.
"Mellow out," he said. "Save your energy."
Mick pulled his hand roughly away. "Well, let's get a move on then. Let's get going."
Three rifles were leaning against the wall. They had been cleaned several hours earlier and gleamed dangerously against the peeling, filthy wallpaper.
"Okay," said Barron. "Mick, you take one rifle. Moose, you take the other. Lena, you keep one on the car floor-just in case."
"Hey, Barron," said Moose, scratching his head, a puzzled look on his face. "Ain't you gonna want a rifle?"
Barron pulled a small sleek revolver from his pocket. It was almost like a woman's handgun, except that the handle, instead of mother-of-pearl, was ebony, and the barrel was unusually long and slender. "This is all I need," he smiled.
The tension in the room was so thick you could almost slash it with a knife, as-for the last time-Barron went over each position, every maneuver.
"Okay. Let's go," he said, his jaw set with determination. "And may Lady Luck be with us."
CHAPTER THREE
It was thrilling for the young blonde to walk through the big shiny glass doors of the bank and feel like she belonged there. is glamorous world of money and business would now be her world.
Heads turned as she walked through the door. For though her navy dress was indeed pert and businesslike, her enormous breasts and curvaceous body transformed even that conservative little frock into something that made every man who looked at her swallow hard.
For the first hour of the morning, a plain girl named Hanna trained her. There were so many things to learn, so many details to remember. She was concentrating very hard on everything Hanna was saying. The lines of customers seemed endless. She was getting so tired. Finally, Hanna told her it was time for her coffee break.
She was walking across the marble floor of the bank-when it happened.
She had not even noticed the three men who suddenly startled the efficient quiet of the bank. Before anyone realized they were there, they had held out their rifles and shouted "Hands up. This is a stickup!"
Everyone on the floor froze, their faces drained of color, their hearts pounding fiercely. They barely breathed, for the men on the other side of the rifles looked capable of anything.
Ellie had frozen just inches from the tall man in the English suit with the pistol. He moved so quickly, it was like a snake striking. His arm had shot out as fast as the coiled head of a serpent, grabbing her arm and pulling her tight against him.
"Okay . . . this little blonde lady will be streaming with blood if one of you gets smart and pushes that alarm button-"
Like a docile lamb, the manager opened the safe as Moose followed him with a rifle pointed directly between his shoulder blades. Then sacks of money were brought into the middle of the floor.
Ellie was trembling and she thought her knees would buckle out from under her. And the man's body was so close! God! She could feel his thigh muscles beneath his pants, could feel his heart beating against her back, could feel his breath on her neck.
Barron could feel the curvaceous young blonde trembling helplessly against his body. He had grabbed the person closest to him. Now he prayed it hadn't been a mistake. Rule number one-a hostage as beautiful as this one could be trouble. He had to keep his wits together, even though one of the most incredibly firm round asses he had ever seen was quivering against his crotch.
The robbery was over in a matter of minutes. Moose and Mick grabbed the sacks and Barron, his fingers digging hard into Ellie's slender arms, dragged her with him, his pistol pressed into the nape of her neck, dragged her into the car as they made their getaway.
It wasn't like the movies, Ellie thought. No siren went off until they were several blocks from the bank. The cowards, thought Barron. Cowards were what made crime possible.
Ellie was crying now from the shock.
"Shut up," Lena snapped from the front seat "Or we'll shut you up."
"W-where are you taking me? Why don't you let me go now?" Ellie whimpered.
"Shut the fuck up, ya dumb bitch!" said Mick and tweaked her nipple through her dress with deliberate cruelty.
The move was so humiliating it brought a fresh rush of tears to Ellie's eyes.
From the car they moved to a van-Lena and Barron in the front seat and poor Ellie, alone with Mick and Moose in the back.
"W-what are you going to do with me? Why can't you just let me go now?" Ellie had never felt such cold terror in her life.
Suddenly Mick reached out, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her close to him with his wiry arms.
"D-don't . . . please . . . No!" she cried out. "W-what are you doing!"
"What do you think I'm doing, you dumb cunt.. . ? I'm gonna fuck you! Relieve a little of the old tension!" He laughed.
"No!" she screamed. "Noooo! Pleeease!" And suddenly Mick had pulled out his gleaming switchblade. "Shut up Blondie, you hear me. Shut the fuck up!"
Ellie's eyes opened wide in terror and her body froze.
Moose was leaning against the wall of the van and Ellie could hear him laughing. "I want a turn at her too, Mick. You'll let me have her too, won't you Mick?"
Ellie's stomach heaved. She was too terrified to even scream. Like in a nightmare, her voice stuck in her throat.
That horrible little man with a face like a cruel rat was holding the point of the knife at her throat now with one hand, while with his other hand he was roaming all over her body. She shuddered in horror and disgust, but she knew that there was nothing she could do to defend herself.
Suddenly, Roger Barron turned around from the front. "Aw, leave her alone, Mick. She's just a scared little kid . . . "
In a flash Mick was on his feet. He was pointing the knife at Barron now, a mad glint in his angry eyes.
"Listen, you bastard. You give the orders when it comes to tactics-but this is personal. Keep your bloody nose out of this, or I'll bloody all of you."
Roger could have gotten Mick to obey him through the sheer force of his will, but at this point in time he felt it wiser not to make any trouble. So far they had gotten away without so much as a police tail. He turned back and kept his eyes on the road.
Lena took her right hand and patted Barron's thigh with a combination of understanding and sensuality. She wanted Mick to take the girl, mess her up a little. Just keep her away from Barron. Barron belonged to her.
Ellie had been hopeful, for a moment, of rescue. Now she was cringing in terror in a corner of the van. Her hands covered her face and her tears. She prayed that she was sleeping, prayed that this was only an awful dream that she would soon wake from. But the feel of Mick's hand on her wrist convinced her it was hideously real.
"All right, baby. Are you good at fucking?" he asked with a sneer. "You'd better be a good fuck, or Mick will be very angry," he grinned.
Ellie stared up at him, her lips quivering pathetically.
"Answer me!" he snapped and pointed the gleaming blade at her once more.
"N-no. I-I'm a v-virgin," she stammered, praying he might respect that and leave her alone.
But suddenly everyone was roaring with laughter.
"A genuine cherry," Moose drawled.
"Looks like you hit the jackpot Mick," Lena laughed from the front.
Ellie's face flushed a deep scarlet now. She had unconsciously assumed the other woman was some sort of ally-but now she realized she was alone-as alone as a rabbit in a trap, with nothing to do but wait for the slaughter.
"You look good in that dress, baby," Mick snarled. "Let's see how good you look without it."
He had the blade of the knife at her neck now and with one smooth slash he had cut the dress in two. It fell open, revealing her belly, quaking in terror, her brassiere encased breasts and her little white lace panties. At the sight of her lace garter belt and stockings Mick felt his cock lurch with an angry desire. His hand lashed out now and, in one swift motion, tore the slashed dress from her body.
Ellie's hands flew up to cover herself, but Moose, who had moved to stand behind her, now pinned her arms back so that she was as helpless as a butterfly specimen on a pin.
The poor young blonde was helpless with fear, her head was spinning and she felt as if she was about to faint. Oh God! If only she could faint. She wished she would die. Anything was better than this nightmare!
She struggled with insane fury to get away from the bear-like grasp of the huge man behind her, but it was utterly futile.
"Look at that-a brassiere! She's wearing a brassiere!" Mick was pointing at her breasts now and laughing and she could feel a hot flush of hideous embarrassment coloring her breasts.
And with the sinister switchblade he cut the front of the brassiere so that it fell away and her full white breasts were revealed to the view of these cruel strangers-these desperate criminals.
Reflexively, her hands tried to move to cover her nakedness, but Moose held her tightly and laughed. She could feel his fat belly heaving behind her and she thought she would throw up in disgust.
Then suddenly the hideous little man's mouth was brushing against her own, his teeth were nibbling at her lips and then-the most awful thing she had ever experienced-his tongue was worming its way into her mouth. She clenched her teeth shut, but as she did so, she felt the cold steel of the knife still at her neck and her jaws unclenched enough to let his cold slimy tongue in her mouth.
His free hand was brutally ravishing her entire body, squeezing and pinching her huge bare breasts. He ran his hand down her flat belly and she could feel her guts quaking from his horrible touch.
Suddenly he looked up. "Get out of here, Moose. She's mine now!"
Her arms were free now. But what good did it do her. He had that knife!
"Okay, Mick. But I want my turn too," Moose said, his voice as slow as an idiot's.
"You just get over there and if she gives me any more trouble, we'll both take her.. . "
"Sure, Mick."
Now, Ellie dared not resist. And Mick knew it. With a grin, he pocketed the knife.
Then, with brutal savageness, he pulled her legs apart. A few tatters of her dress still clung to her body, but she was almost naked now except for her panties, her garter belt and her stockings.
Mick ripped the flimsy panties from her body. He was wiry and he was strong. Then with no foreplay, no preparation whatsoever, he thrust his middle finger into her cringing, virginal pussy.
"Owwww! Oh God!" she cried out.
"Shut up," he snarled.
It hurt so much she broke out in a cold sweat. It was awful. Nothing had ever penetrated her tight little pussy before.
Mick's finger pressed forward until he felt the thin membrane of her maidenhood. He wouldn't pierce it with his finger-that was a job for his cock, which was oh-so-hard and hot now. Yeah, he had a fucking huge hard-on now, getting bigger by the minute. Roughly, with the palm of his hand, he massaged her delicate pussy lips, still probing with his finger right up to her cherry. Then he leaned forward and sucked her large pink nipple into his hot hungry mouth, nipping at it with his teeth, causing her to squeal in pain.
Cowering now on the cold metal floor of the van, her clothes hanging from her in shreds, Ellie still had a sense that what was happening to her was not real. Was it just a few hours ago she had left the house in happy anticipation, walked through the sparkling glass doors of the bank, worked so efficiently with Hanna feeling safe and secure, heading towards a wonderful future. Now! Oh God! It was monstrous! This couldn't be happening to her!
But the only reality she knew at this moment was the horrible little rat-of-a-man slobbering over her body, rubbing and poking and biting her. And then she heard a sound that sent a horrible chill through her body.
It was a hissing sound-the sound of a zipper opening.
And then his cock-hot and pulsating, slimy with his pre-cum-was pressing into her nylon encased upper thigh. She was glad it was getting dark, glad she didn't have to look at his . . . his . . . she could barely admit the word to her mind . . . his penis!
Never in her life had she seen a man naked; certainly she had never seen a man's cock in the state of erection.
But she had no choice but to shut her eyes and to submit docilely. That is, if she wanted to live. The horrible man was again sucking on her breasts, his saliva running down the underside of her full breasts, dribbling down her belly. Then suddenly he removed his mouth and the air on her wet nipple was cold and made her shiver.
"Well, doll, since it's your first time, I'm gonna see you enjoy yourself," he leered.
And his thumb pressed against the sensitive nerve ending of her clitoris as he returned his mouth to her nipple, sucking it hard and hot.
"Please," she begged. "Please . . . this is awful.. . "
But in a flash he slapped her hard across her face, and she felt her jaw wrench.
"Shut up if you know what's good for you."
Now his finger was pressing its way into her virginal pussy hole again and something awful was happening . . . strange chills were racing up her spine. They were almost like the chills of fear she had felt earlier-but somehow different-warmer.
"Your little pussy likes me, don't it, baby?"
She gritted her teeth. "Please." Her heart was pounding wildly. "Please don't do this to me." Tears of humiliation and fear streamed down her cheeks. The black from her mascara streaked her face so that she looked like a pathetic clown.
"Yeah, baby. I'm gonna show you a real good time . . . I'm gonna be a sport.. . seeing as how it's your first time!"
CHAPTER FOUR
In a corner of the van, racing in the night towards a hideaway, Moose was getting a terrible boner. His huge cock was throbing madly in his pants and he was stroking it like it was a small animal. But he ouldn't interfere with Mick. He'd get his urn too. He'd just be patient. In the eantime, it was better than a dirty movie.
Moose watched as Mick forced the little blonde's legs wide apart and removed his finger. Then he bent closer and . . .
Ellie was horrified by what happened next. Mick did something that was unimaginable to her. He leaned up between her widespread, nylon-encased legs, and kissed the nub of her little clitoris! Then his tongue was swirling around and around and around in the pale blonde hair that lined her pussy lips. Again she felt the strange flush of heat, again it made her feel even more humiliated.
She tried to pull away, to close her legs, but he held her firmly in his grasp.
He was licking her, whipping his tongue across her succulent pussy, then flicking his tongue up the tight little slit of her pussy, circling crazily around the throbbing bud of her clitoris. He knew the little button was hard. Women are all the same, he thought. They're all cunts!
Ellie was shocked to hear the strange growl that had escaped from her lips. What was the matter with her. Why was he having this kind of effect on her. Never in her life had she felt like this, for the innocent young girl had never even masturbated.
"Oh, God! Please stop!" she begged, but her hard little clitoris gave the lie to her pleas now, and Mick just laughed to himself.
She felt as if she were losing control of her body, of her legs, of her belly . . . The whole world seemed to be slipping away and the conflict in her mind was hideous.
Suddenly she understood that if it was a man she loved, it would have been-as her mother had always told her-the most beautiful experience in the world. But now-at the mercy of this gangster-it was humiliating. It was so awful, so dirty, she thought she would die of shame.
Yet now she could feel a strange heat building in her pussy, and moisture was running freely down her thighs.
Mick felt like a stallion, his cock had grown so big and hard he thought it would burst. He couldn't keep up this pussy-eating forever. Soon, very soon, he would have to fuck her. And, brother, he'd fuck her good. He'd shoot his cum so hard into her pussy it'd come out her quivering mouth.
Oh yeah, this was gonna be great. This little cunt was soaking wet now, and hot. Man, she was really driving him nuts. His tongue was traveling around that hot little pussy like a wild thing, in and out of that tightly wet quivering cunt. Holy shit; he'd never had a virgin. It was too much! Too fuckin' much!
Ellie tried to clutch helplessly at he sanity, but his hot tongue fucking into her pussy was making overwhelming sensations stream through her body. Oh God! Every lash of his tongue made her little belly quake, made her insides feel like jelly. Oh God! Something strange, like a storm about to burst, was building inside of her.
And then he stopped.
"Now, baby," he said, "you are going to get fucked!"
"Oh God! Pleeease! Please leave me alone! Leave me alone!" she whimpered pathetically.
"Fuck you, Blondie. No stopping me now!"
His balls were heavy with hotly churning sperm. He couldn't hold back any longer. He pressed forward with his hips, pushing the spongy head of his pulsing cock against the heat of her tightly resisting pussy.
Then-with one powerful thrust of his hips-he forced his massively heated cock through her resisting hymen.
"Owwww! Owwwww!" The young virgin screamed in pain as her maidenhead was brutally penetrated. The most excruciating pain shot up her spine and she thought she would die from the combination of physical pain and utter humiliation.
Now Mick rammed forward with all his strength, sinking his hotly throbbing cock all the way up to the hilt inside her tight little pussy, as his cum-filled balls slapped up against her buttocks.
"Aieeeee! Owwwwww!" The pain continued to wrack her poor young body, and with each stroke of his enormously pulsating penis, she would cry out again. She felt as if his cock would split her right in half.
"Shut up," she heard Lena warn from the front. "You want the cops breathing down our neck."
Mick put his hand over her mouth, never stopping for a minute, driving his ravaging cock into her painfully cringing pussy. She choked back the sound in her throat as Mick rammed viciously into her. He knew only one thing now-he had to cum. He was merciless as the brutal rape continued. He drove his turgid cock savagely up into her, and her cunt muscles, trying to defend her virginal orifice from this onslaught, clamped tight around him, only driving him into a still more urgent frenzy of lust.
Moose, though it was too dark for her to see him, had unzipped his fly in his corner of the van, and, as the sounds of Mick's rape of the young girl egged him on, he drew his hand harder and faster over the enormous length of his massive cock. He ran his palm over the tip, where a small drop of moisture had appeared, and rubbed it wetly over the entire length of his cock. His tongue was dangling from his mouth and his head lolled around and around, as he too felt his self-induced orgasm approaching.
Ellie moaned through the hand covering her mouth, and tears flooded her blue eyes as Mick fucked hotly, mindlessly, up into her nakedly upturned cunt. Faster and faster he ravaged her virginal pussy with his pistoning cock, fucking like a madman-then suddenly, without warning-he was cumming.
Hot boiling sperm shot out the tip of his cock flooding her pussy. Again and again, like a repeating revolver, bursts of seething cum shot against her cervix, filling her until the cum oozed from her pussy and moistened the crack between her thighs.
"And then-"Ooooh! Oooohh! Ooooh!" In low grunts Moose too began to cum, huge spurts of sperm like a geyser issued from the enormous spongy head of his horse-size cock until he, too, leaned back in total satiation. If there had been more light in the van, his face would have looked, at that moment, like the face of an enormous, happy child.
In utter shame and humiliation, Ellie lay back on the cold metal floor of the van. She was overwhelmed with a feeling of hatred for the man that had raped her.
CHAPTER FIVE
The police had nothing to go on but the film of the robbery.
Again and again they had run the film until they felt that they would recognize the men anywhere. The stills were blown up from the clearest shots of their faces and the following morning, Moose, Mick and Barron appeared on the front page of every newspaper. Ellie's high school graduation picture, which her mother had given to the police, also appeared.
A witness had seen the getaway driver and given the police artist a verbal description of Lena, from which he had made a sketch. That, too, appeared in all the papers.
For Ellie's parents, life had turned into an extraordinary nightmare. That night they huddled together in bed, seeking comfort in each other's terrified bodies, holding each other like children, holding each other in a way they had longed to do for years. It was as if, for them, tragedy had eroded the rigid barriers of married defenses.
Jeffrey McDonald-the boy who had never kissed Ellie but who was hopelessly in love with her-paced his room at home. He threw a newspaper against the wall in his fury, then picked it up and searched it again, searched it for clues like a dog looking for meat on a bare bone.
Goddamn police, he thought. Damn police. To them it was just another case. What did they care if anything happened to Ellie. They wanted to get the money back for the bank. Of course, if they didn't, the insurance company would make good. The police just wanted to find the robbers for their own glory. And if they rescued Ellie alive, it would just be a cherry on top of the cake.
But the bandits seemed to have disappeared without a trace. The witness who had identified Lena had taken the license number of the car, but it checked out as a stolen vehicle and was found abandoned hours after the robbery. It looked as if there wasn't a clue as to where the robbers and their hostage had disappeared.
All through the night the outlaws and their little blonde hostage traveled back roads, crossing over two state borders. They were now in what Barron felt was the perfect hideaway. They were in an apartment building in a neighborhood in a large city, a neighborhood where no one would find them unusual. Lena's blackness would not be a drawback here, nor would the men's white skins seem remarkable. It was an area that had once been an immigrant neighborhood bordering on a black ghetto. At about the same time that black faces began to pepper the area, young people with long hair began to move in. Now the main street had a soul food restaurant, a Hungarian goulash palace and a vegetarian hangout called the Silly Buddah.
Barron was seated on the sofa, looking through the local newspapers. He had hoped they wouldn't be front page news here, but they were. They'd gotten away with a half-million dollars, and that was big news.
But Lena was laughing as she looked at her sketch in the paper.
"All them drawings look alike," she giggled. "I look just like the Tenderloin Killer last year, only with long hair and no moustache!"
Roger pulled her toward him and nuzzled his face in her long, slender black neck. "A half-million bucks, baby-don't that just get you hot?"
She snuggled close to him. "Mmmmm-mm sugar, you got me hot when you didn't have a nickel.. . now I feel like a six-alarm fire."
Ellie had been bound and gagged when they first arrived, because she could not be stopped from screaming and struggling in her panic. Now, dressed in a pair of Lena's jeans, her dress having been slashed to tatters, and one of the black girl's T-shirts, she sat quietly in the chair. She had been given a heavy dose of tranquilizer, and had been made aware that they would not hesitate to slit her throat if she did anything to endanger them.
Ellie was vaguely thankful that she had been drugged. There seemed to be a dull filter over the world now . . . her panic, her fear, the humiliating memories of the rape in the van . . . all seemed less painful. Her body felt relaxed, yet she didn't feel good. She felt strangely, dully queasy.
Mick was sitting on a chair by the window, watching the quiet street below, whittling a piece of wood with his knife. Moose was thumbing a magazine they had found in the apartment. It was a fashion magazine, but Moose was looking at the pictures of women like a child looking through a toy catalog.
Roger and Lena had gone into the next bedroom. Now, in the stillness of the living s room, the two men and their hostage could hear the sounds of lovemaking coming from inside.
"Oooooh, baby, ooohhhhhh, fuck me, lover," Lena was groaning.
They had, in their lusting haste, left the bedroom door wide open, and Ellie's chair was positioned just across from it. Suddenly, through her dulled perceptions, she realized she could see the bed and everything that was happening on it. She wanted to get up and move, but she was desperately afraid to move. Every motion she made caused the men to grow alert to her, attracted their attention. Mick would point his knife at her and she was terrified now of him. And so she chose not to move, chose the lesser of the evils.
And her drugged mind was oddly fascinated by what she saw.
"Ooooooooh, feeeeeeeels sooooooo gooooooooooood, baby," Lena cooed. Never in her life had Ellie before heard the sounds of a woman making love. It sent strange shivers through her body that were at the same time repelling and fascinating.
She could see the naked body of the black woman glistening now with sweat and the lean muscular body of the white man. And then she saw something that made her turn her eyes away.
Roger was lying on his back now and his enormously hard member with its big purple head was sticking straight up in the air in plain view of Ellie's astonished and horrified eyes.
She turned her eyes sharply. She couldn't look, but she didn't dare change her seat. So far, neither Mick nor Moose had noticed her.
Yet some strange compulsion made her look back again and she saw something that her innocent eyes could not believe.
Lena had crawled on top of Roger Barron and she was now slipping his huge cock straight into the depths of her hot, moist pussy. Ellie watched wide eyed as she saw Barron's penis disappear into the black flesh. Then Lena lifted her body up high on the huge staff and lowered herself back down till it completely disappeared. The young blonde was horrified. She couldn't watch. She just couldn't!
Without even thinking of the danger, she reflexively stood up to move over to the couch, whose back was to the bedroom door. It was a mistake!
"Where you going?" Mick asked suddenly.
"I-I just thought I-I'd take a more comfortable seat.. . "
"All right," said Mick. And Ellie heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm hungry," he added. "I'm gonna go out to the kitchen and rustle up some food."
Now Ellie was alone in the room with only big Moose for company. Suddenly she missed Mick's presence. Somehow she felt him as a barrier against an attack by the huge dumb beast of a man who was now leering at her from across the room.
"Mick said I could have my turn," he said stupidly, grinning at her. "You're pretty. I like you."
A shiver of horror whipped through the young girl's body. Moose was standing now so that he too could see through the bedroom door at the couple on the bed. Wide-eyed Ellie watched as she saw the crotch of the big man's pants begin to bulge. God! He was big! It looked like there was an enormous fist in his pants! The innocent young blonde was now paralyzed with fear as Moose walked toward her.
His enormous hand circled her wrist and he pulled her up as easily as if she were a paper doll.
"No!" she gasped. "No! W-what are you going to do?"
"Don't worry, pretty thing," he said in his heavy, ponderous way. "You're very pretty. I like you. You come watch with me."
He led her to the doorway and now she was forced once again to look at the couple on the bed. Their position had reversed, Barron was on top of Lena now, his hips flicking in and out, his cock disappearing into her hotly churning black depths as her slick black flesh writhed beneath him.
Every time Barron withdrew, Ellie could see his hotly throbbing erection in full view between Len's slender black thighs, could see the full hair-covered balls, round and taut with his hotly boiling sperm. He was doing it to her so slowly, Lena looked as if she was writhing in torture. But she was cooing that she loved it.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby . . . oooooooh, baby," he chant was rhythmical, like an obscene song, her voice was thick and sweet like honey.
Moose watched wide eyed too. He wanted to make this pretty little blonde feel like Lena felt. He wanted to fuck her as smooth and slow and gracefully as Barron was fucking Lena. But Moose was clumsy and somehow he never could. He would just get carried away and wind up pummeling a girl till he came. And he was so big, the girls always creamed and cried beneath him. Why couldn't he make a girl love it the way Roger could?
He pulled Ellie to him now, and she tried to pull away as she felt his enormous hard-on pressing into her belly. Oh God! It was so big. It would kill her if he tried to rape her the way Mick had.
But she was like a helpless bird in his enormous hands. Clumsily, but with a pathetic attempt at gentleness, he took off her T-shirt. Now she was bra-less beneath, since Mick had slashed her clothes and underwear to bits.
Now she stood naked from the waist up, in broad daylight, before the hungry eyes of this big, ugly brute. Her hands flew up to cover herself but Moose peeled them away. His hands were big and sweaty as he cupped the fullness of her breasts in his hands.
Poor Moose had wanted to be gentle with this pretty little thing, but he was getting carried away. He was squeezing and pulling her breasts now, rubbing her nipples harshly.
"Owwwww! Ouch!" Ellie cried out, and tried to turn and run from him, but his long arm reached out and grabbed her arm until she was pressed up against his huge bulk once again.
"Don't do that," he said. "Don't get me angry . . . I get crazy when I get angry."
And indeed, he looked like a madman now. Ellie was frozen with fear. She couldn't scream out; that would only bring Mick with his switchblade back to the living room. Oh God! She was trapped. Trapped. Checkmate! There was no place to run!
She knew if she went to the window and tried to scream for help they would not hesitate to kill her . . . Barron with his pistol, Mick with his knife, Moose with his bare hands.
Moose was covering her mouth now with his roughly calloused hand so she could not cry out again, and with his other hand he returned to kneading her breasts harshly. Ellie knew her nipples were growing erect as he plied and twisted the little red buds, and between her legs she could feel the bulge in his pants growing still harder and she could feel the tremendous heat of it between her legs. Oh God! She thought she would faint from repulsion. The huge man had bent his knees so that it was just between her trembling thighs now. Something awful was happening to her as he held her around the mouth with his hand, his arm around her head pressing her, trapping her, against his body. She could feel the massively hot hardness of his cock against her little clitoris, and strange sensations of heat were churning through her belly.
And then, before she knew what was happening, his big clumsy hands were struggling with the zipper of her jeans. She looked up at him with silently begging eyes and, her mouth free now, she whispered to him, pleading with him to let her go.
"Please," her eyes quickly brimming with tears. "Please . . . don't do this to me. Please . . . I beg you! Please! Oh God!" Her tears had flooded over and were streaming down her cheeks and her entire body was wracked with sobs.
The huge dumb beast of a man was touched, but it had the opposite result from what the young girl wanted.
It only made him desire her morel
His clumsy hands were wiping the tears from her face and he was showering disgustingly wet kisses all over her face.
"You're pretty. You shouldn't cry. You shouldn't cry," he said, and her sweet vulnerability was making him even hotter.
He kissed her wetly and his breath was sweet and warm, making her nauseous, as he continued to struggle with her zipper. Finally, in his impatience, he just ripped the flimsy faded jeans open and tore them from her body. Now she was helplessly, hopelessly naked, cringing back from his reach, backing away from him, sobbing and whimpering, wanting to scream, but afraid, terrified to make any noise.
He yanked her back so that once again she could not escape the sight of the fucking couple in the next room. Again Lena had rolled on top of Barron and was wildly bouncing her hips up and down over his rock-hard shaft of flesh. His hands reached up and he grabbed hold of Lena's hard-pointed breasts, rubbing them, reveling in the feel of her sharp nipples against his palms. Her neck was straining and her head was turned upward in ecstasy as his cock slid wetly in and out of her glistening pussy.
"You got nice tits," Moose was groaning now, pinching her nipples until she winced with pain. She could feel his erection, so huge and throbbing, between her thighs, and her body was stiff and tense as she waited for the inevitable ravagement to come.
Roughly, clumsily, Moose had pushed her to the floor. The boards were cold and bare. But Moose was obsessed with her enormous, melon-like breasts. His head was turned as he watched the couple in the next room, watched Barron's cock pistoning in and out of Lena's hungry black cunt. His own cock was pounding with unbelievable excitement now. Ohhhh. He was gonna fuck her. He was gonna fuck her now. It was his turn. Mick had said so.
He held her pinned to the floor as she struggled to get up from her wretched position, struggling against his huge hand like a fly caught by the wing in a young boy's fingers. But her writhing, struggling body only excited him more. He fell forward on top of her and Ellie thought he might crush her to death with his enormous weight. Her breasts were flattened now against his huge expanse of chest and his enormous cock, hot and throbbing like some voracious beast, was pressed up into the naked warmth between her squirming thighs. Its huge spongy head had been moistened with seminal fluid, and he was making her buttocks wet and sticky, cold and uncomfortable.
She groaned under his tremendous weight and felt his big hand sliding beneath her, cupping her ass cheeks roughly. Still she squirmed and writhed to try and get away from him. Her heart pounded with terror so that she thought it might burst. But her efforts were pathetic. Futile.
And then she felt the head of his cock pressing against the delicate lips of her blonde fringed pussy. My God! It was so big! If he put that thing into her it would surely kill her. He was a beast, an animal . . . he hardly seemed human to her. Desperately she pounded her tiny fists against his chest, but he barely felt it. "Ow!" she cried out as his enormous cock-head slipped inside her terrified pussy opening. "Ow! Oooohh! Aargh!" He was hurting her. It was so awful!
Moose could feel the warmly clasping smoothness of the young girl's pussy walls and he felt like swooning with pleasure. It was so tight, so unbelievably tight around his throbbing cock-head. He penetrated her narrow cuntal opening still another inch and moaned like a wounded beast with the incredible pleasure of it. Deeper and deeper his enormous member penetrated up into the young girl's warm depths, and every time she pulled her buttocks back or wriggled to struggle away from him, it felt even better and thrilling jolts of pleasure shot up the entire length of his turgid cock, causing the sperm to churn still more heatedly in his enormously swollen balls.
"Please," Ellie whispered desperately. "Oh please. . . please. Stop! Stop! Please let me go!" She pleaded and begged, her body still struggling to free herself from him, but Moose was overcome now with lust. It was almost as if she didn't exist. She wanted to scream, she felt a scream welling up deep in her chest, but she had to choke it before it left her lips. The gang of outlaws had so terrified her that she did not dare yell out, did not dare to make a sound loud enough to bring Mick and his switchblade in from the kitchen.
The pressure of Moose's cock was unbearable. She felt as if he would split her in two. The pressure was heavy and incessant, and deeper and deeper he forced himself up into her tightly smooth cuntal channel. She bucked her hips back away from him and was shocked to hear him groan in pleasure from this movement. She tried to hold her body rigid and still, but all she was aware of now was the hugely pulsating cock worming its way deeper and deeper up inside her quivering belly. Nothing else existed now but that awful, overwhelming pain. Nothing in the world existed but Moose's enormously hot member, stretching her beyond belief. She felt as if that giant cock was expanding even farther, the deeper it penetrated her cringing little pussy.
Then suddenly in one swift motion, he thrust all the way in to the very hilt!
"Aiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked before she could stop herself, and opened her eyes suddenly to see if she had attracted Mick's attention. Her insides were aching in pain but she dared not scream again. And there was no sign of the little rat of a man and his knife.
Moose's throbbingly hard shaft was stroking in and out of her helplessly writhing body now, in and out. Spittle was drooling from his mouth, dripping down on her naked breasts, as he began fucking into her body like an unleashed beast.
Cock and pain was all Ellie knew.. . hot throbbing cock-flesh wracking her body in two. Her head was flailing wildly from side to side, her blonde curls sticking wetly now to her face. Suddenly the motion of her head stopped and she watched spellbound what was happening in the next room. She watched as Barron's glistening hard cock slipped in and out of Lena's black pussy, watched as the black woman writhed and moaned with incredible pleasure, watched as her sweat made her body so shiny and black, like smooth ebony. And Barron's face too was contorted with lust as he strained his head up to watch his hotly pulsating member slipping in and out between Lena's hair-fringed, bright pink pussy lips. They moaned and grunted together, almost as if they had become one huge, throbbing mass of flesh. There was something beautiful, almost spellbinding about it, Ellie thought. It almost gave her pleasure to watch them, but all too abruptly, as Moose shoved his hot red cock deep into her belly, she was forced back into the hideous reality of being brutally fucked by this half-human monster of a man. He was like a whale, hot and sweaty, suffocating her, pummeling her. It was hideously humiliating.
And then, suddenly from the next room Ellie heard a cry that sounded like nothing she had ever heard before in her life.
"Aiiiiieeeeee! Aieeeeeeee! Aahhhhhh-hh!" Lena cried out. "I'm cummmmmiiiii-gggggg!"
Her body jerked and bucked as the first huge waves of orgasm overcame her and her pussy clutched in waves of climax over Barron's thrusting cock until suddenly he too cried out!
"Oh God! I'm cummmmiiiiinnnnnng." His cock jerked wildly as round after round of hot cum shot up into Lena's hotly clasping black pussy.
Ellie could see the white liquid seeping out of Lena's pussy, seeping back down Barron's slick shiny cock as the two collapsed together in a heap on the bed and were perfectly still.
It astounded Ellie the way Lena had reveled in her lover's ministrations, and she was suddenly filled with a great sense of shame. Here she was obscenely flattened beneath this huge hulk of flesh whose enormous cock was battering savagely up into her innocent young pussy, and she was becoming vaguely aware that the intense pain she had suffered, the pain which was the center of her being, was growing more and more exciting. In the strangest way she was beginning to crave his huge cock deep up in her belly and she realized that her hips, earlier frozen rigid, were now moving up to meet each of his savage strokes.
In a great flush of shame she realized her thighs were trembling uncontrollably and hot electric thrills were coursing through her savagely captive body.
Strange animal mewls escaped her throat. Something awful was happening! Her cunt felt like it was on fire. How could this monster cause her to feel this way? How could this be happening to her?
His enormous cock fucked deep up into her belly. It was torment, it was agony, it was a huge fire she thought she might never be able to extinguish. She could feel the enormous spongy head of his cock hitting hard against her cervix, could feel the rough hair of his balls slapping against her smoothly rounded ass cheeks . . . and she was fucking back! Her hips were thrusting rhythmically up now to meet Moose's every stroke!
Oh God! Never in her life had she felt such pain, such humiliation . . . such pleasure!
Never before in his life had Moose ever fucked anyone so beautiful. Her pussy walls felt like hot elastic clutching at his pulsating cock, and the softly enveloping tightness caused sharp volts of pleasure to shoot up the length of his huge shaft to his cum-heavy balls.
The little blonde captive's eyes were clenched tightly shut. She could not bear to look at what was happening, could not believe the obscene, the disgusting picture she made with this hideous whale of a man. Yet never in-her life had such intensely pleasurable feelings coursed through her young body. Nothing existed for her now but the burning fire between her legs, and deep up in her belly, nothing but Moose's cock filling her completely, fanning the flames, making her insane with passion.
As he buffeted her voluptuous little body, a strange moan escaped her lips and then, suddenly, it was as if an earthquake had hit, it was as if her insides had exploded and flashes of blinding color shot before her closed eyes as she experienced the first orgasm of her life!
Moose could feel the spastic clenching and unclenching of her vaginal walls as the young girl's orgasm struck and it was so unbelievably thrilling that, without warning, his own hot load of boiling cum shot up the length of his blood-swollen cock and shot out in huge spurts from the tip, flooding her spasming cunt and trickling out down the crack between her ass cheeks.
And then, heavily, Moose collapsed on top of the young girl.
Her orgasm finished, reality hit her like a slap in the face. Her tiny hands pounded his shoulders and she struggled to push his enormous weight off of her.
Moose rolled over, lying on his back on the floor, while Ellie, her humiliation overwhelming her, reached for her little T-shirt and jeans and quickly dressed.
CHAPTER SIX
It had been three days since the robbery. Barron was growing nervous. There was no word on the radio about the robbery, nothing in the newspapers. Something was wrong. The quiet was unnatural. They were sitting on a half-million dollars and they would have to make a move soon. For one thing, the food they had set aside was running low. For another, the longer they sat, the easier a target they would finally make.
Barron called Moose and Mick into the living room. "Lena," he said, "we're gonna have a meeting. Take the blonde out of here . . . " He winked. "I'm sure you can keep her busy for a while."
"Jesus Christ," muttered Lena. "Why can't I be at the meeting?" She glanced over at Ellie, drugged and depressed, sitting meekly in the chair in the corner.
"I want her out of here," Barron repeated patiently. "You take care of her." There was no arguing with Barron when he spoke in that firm and quiet way.
Lena walked over to Ellie and grabbed her thin pale arm with her black fingers. "Come on, you silly cunt. We gonna go into the bedroom and have a little pajama party."
Meekly, Ellie obeyed. Three days of terror, of rape, of relinquishing power over her life to desperate men who wielded knives and guns, had completely robbed Ellie of spirit. Her instincts in the van were to struggle, she had even tried to struggle against Moose to keep from being raped, but now she was overwhelmed with a sense of futility. She was a prisoner and nothing she could do could change that. Where were the police? Why couldn't they find her? Would anyone ever rescue her, or must she resign herself to eventually being murdered at the hands of these desperate people when she ceased to be of value as a hostage and became a burden to them.
Ellie lay down on the bed and Lena sat up in an armchair, filing her long red fingernails. She knew Lena didn't like her, but Lena was another woman. Lena couldn't physically overpower her, Lena couldn't rape her. Perhaps she could win her over. Perhaps Lena could be an ally after all. For three days now she had watched these people in close quarters. She knew that there was no love lost between Lena, Moose and Mick. Lena was in love with Barron and Barron too had no respect for his two henchmen. Moose and Mick were no better than animals, but Lena and Barron seemed to be more intelligent, more sensitive. Perhaps there was a way to communicate. Perhaps, alone' here with
Lena, they could talk woman to woman. Maybe Lena would sympathize with her, protect her from the others, maybe even pressure Barron to let her go.
Ellie realized she was letting her hopes soar unrealistically. Lena had never shown her anything but resentment. But she would try.
She looked down at her nails. Then she looked at Lena and made an attempt at a smile. "Gee," she said, trying to pretend they were just two girl friends at home, "my nails could use a manicure too. Could I borrow that file when you're done?"
Lena looked up coolly. "Sure, honey. You can be the best manicured corpse in the whole damn morgue."
A hideously cold shiver went through the beautiful blonde captive. No one had ever made a reference to her death before . . . did this mean they were planning to kill her, or was Lena just being nasty?
"Please . . . don't talk like that," she whispered.
"Well, honey, you're eatin' your share of our food, and I don't know how long we're gonna have to make it last. Now just take one guess who's the most dispensable . . . "
Lena was enjoying this. She was enjoying her sense of power over this innocent young white girl, this little spoiled bitch who didn't know what life could be like when the going got rough, who didn't have any idea how desperate you could get when you had starvin' kids screaming around you and pulling at your apron the way Lena's mother had.
"But.. . murder . . . " Ellie gasped. Her mind refused to grasp the possibility.
"Don't give me that old movie line kid about how it's just jail now for robbery, but murder will get us the chair. I seen Cagney do that. I seen Bogart fall for that. What you think we're gonna do with you, white girl?"
Ellie looked desperately at Lena, looked directly into her coal black eyes. "Please, Lena. Please. Don't let them do that to me.. .
Babysitting the hostage was turning out to be more fun than Lena could have ever imagined. It was like letting the cat baby-sit the mouse.
Lena had her eyes now on Ellie's firm ripe breasts, now bra-less beneath the thin little T-shirt. Ain't a bad piece of white meat, Lena thought. Been a while since I tasted some nice sweet pussy.
Her teeth gleamed whitely as a lewd smile spread across her face.
"Well, sugar," she said, "unless you find a way to make yourself valuable around here, sure we'll get rid of you soon's it's convenient. You dig, Sugar?"
"W-well, what could I do?" Ellie asked. "If we stay in the house I could cook and clean for you all."
"A white maid. Well how my mama would've loved to live to see the day . . . "
Lena turned her head and glanced to the door leading to the living room where the three men were having their meeting. "The boys ain't decided yet what we're gonna do. A maid ain't no good if we're goin' on the road."
"Well, then what? . . . please tell me what to do. I-I don't want to die. I-I'm not a coward, but I don't want to die."
Lena stood up and walked over to the bed, seating herself beside the young blonde.
"Well, Sugar, let's just see if we can't figure something out here . . . "
And suddenly Lena leaned over and her full soft lips came down on Ellie's. The young blonde was shocked. She was so innocent that she still had no idea what was going on. She never dreamed that a woman might try to make love to another woman! She thought Lena was suddenly being affectionate.
That is-until Lena's hotly pointed tongue began worming its way into her mouth. Ellie felt as if she was going to gag as Lena's tongue began to play with her own, swirling around and around the tip of her tongue. Then, Lena's tongue withdrew and she sucked the young girl's lips softly into her own mouth. Ellie felt she would die from shame. After all the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of Moose and Mick, this was something she had never even imagined possible.
She pushed Lena away. "Please . . . please . . . leave me alone . . . not you too."
Lena laughed. "Well, then, Sugar, you ain't no use to me." She would play it cool, but the truth was that after tasting the sweetness of that pink little mouth, she wanted more. She could feel her pussy beginning to churn with desire, and she knew that she was already moistening the little crotch band of her panties. But she'd play it cool . . . better than that. She'd make this little white girl so frightened, she'd lay herself out on the bed for her like a goddamn buffet.
"Please, Lena," Ellie begged. She was so frightened now of what might become of her, there were tears in her eyes and her belly was quaking in terror of what these four desperate people might do to her. "Don't let them kill me!"
"You wanna live baby . . . ? "
The question needed no answer.
"You wanna live, you gonna take off all your clothes and spread yourself out for me."
"No, please," she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Lena got up and went back toward the chair. "All the same to me-you live, you die," she said.
"I-if I get undressed, you promise you'll let me live . . . "
"I said," she seemed annoyed . . . "I said, you make yourself valuable to me, I may not want to see you offed."
Ellie knew she had no reasonable choice. With trembling fingers she lifted the T-shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the room. Her nipples were erect now and it embarrassed her. Instinctively, she covered her naked breasts with her arms, and looked pleadingly at Lena. She did not speak, but her eyes begged-please, don't make me go on, don't make me humiliate myself like this to save my life.
"Okay, now take off those jeans, honey."
Stiffly, nervously, Ellie obeyed. Now, clad only in a pair of tiny bikini panties, she crouched at the head of the bed, curled up like a little monkey, irrationally thinking somehow to protect herself from what was to come.
"That ain't no good, girl," said Lena. "I want to see the merchandise, you dig?"
Slowly, her body as tense as a bowstring, Ellie let her arms drop from her breasts. "She felt excruciatingly self-conscious. And her nipples seemed to have a mind of their own. Exposed to the cool flow of air in the room, they were tingling, and it caused her face to flush with embarrassment.
"Lie down!" the black girl commanded.
Ellie obeyed. She lay flat on her back on the bed now, but her body was tense, her muscles taut, frozen in their desire to protect.
Lena took her time, allowing first her eyes to devour the sight of Ellie's exquisite body. Her hard black eyes gleamed with desire at the sight of the blonde girl's huge, melon-like breasts, and those hard pink nipples looking like ripe cherries just waiting to be enjoyed. Oooooooh! Lena could feel the moisture seeping down between her smooth black thighs now. This was gonna be dee-licious!
She sat down beside Ellie on the bed again, and Ellie stared at her with a look of horror in her eyes. But she knew she couldn't move. She knew that, to save her life, she would have to allow the black woman to do whatever she had chosen with her. In some ways, Ellie thought, it would be better to die. But her instinct for survival was strong.
Lena's long slender black fingers reached out and touched the smooth white flesh of Ellie's thighs. A shiver of desire went through the black girl's body and-involuntarily-Ellie shivered too.
Then, with one finger, Lena pulled away the waistband of Ellie's little panties and looked down at the soft mound of blonde pubic hair. Then she pulled the panties down over Ellie's long tapering thighs, down over her shapely calves, off over her feet. She let them drop on the floor.
Now the blonde girl was totally naked on the bed.
Lena's gaze traveled slowly over the blonde girl's incredibly voluptuous body while Ellie trembled self-consciously on the bed. Her tiny pink tongue licked her full sensual lips as her eyes fixed on Ellie's full, round breasts. God! She looked luscious, Lena thought, eyeing the firm-fleshed mounds greedily.
Moving with feline grace, Lena unzipped her own dress and, sliding it off her smooth black body, laid it neatly on the chair behind her. The she unsnapped her brassiere and let it fall down her slender arms to the floor. Her own breasts, cone-shaped and hard, their nipples always erect, attracted Ellie's attention. She was fascinated because the black woman's body was so very different from her own. Aside from the chocolate richness of her skin, she was lean and angular where Ellie was softly rounded. And her strange attraction to the black girl made what was happening seem even worse!
"Please," she whispered once again. "Please, Lena . . . don't do this . . . it-it's perverted!"
But Lena only laughed in anticipation of the pleasure that awaited her. Removing her own panties, Lena went to the bed and mounted over Ellie, straddling her hips with her knees.
"Oh God!" gasped Ellie, unable to believe this was really happening to her.
Suddenly she felt the black woman's hard pointy nipples graze her own and an incredible thrill rippled through her body. She held her muscles rigid to protect herself not only from Lena's seduction but from her own feelings, which threatened at any moment to take over.
The lean black woman was rubbing herself rhythmically against Ellie's body now, grinding her hips in sensual circular motions so that their pubic mounds-blonde hair against black-made electric contact.
Ellie's body was flushed now with a strange mixture of excitation and shame. She wanted to flee, but knew it was impossible. In the next room were three desperate men-and guns. Here there was only Lena-and the horribly shameful feelings the black woman's lesbian actions were creating inside of her.
Lena reached up and cupped her hand around Ellie's full firm breasts, tickling her nipples with a light circular motion of her thumbs, bringing them to still harder erectness, and reveling in the fact that the young captive was responding despite her efforts at control, despite the ridiculous way she insisted on holding her naked body so rigid.
Ellie was feeling hot and feverish now, all over her body, but especially in her breasts. Though she was loath to admit it, she could feel her cuntal slit moistening from the effects of Lena's actions.
Now Lena's full soft lips circled around Ellie's cherry-red nipple, coming together and drawing it inside the moist heat of her mouth until it touched her tongue and she began swirling around it in a succulently teasing motion.
"Oooooohhhhh . . . Ahhhhhhhhhhhh . . . noooooooooo!" the confused blonde was moaning and protesting at the same time.
Lena delighted in her power over the other woman. Though she had hated to admit it, she had the hots for the little hostage from the minute she had laid eyes on her. Now she would tease her and play with her until the white girl was hot and ready and begging her for it. She would suck her nipples until they would feel like bursting from the aching pleasure inside them. She sucked Ellie's breast still deeper into her hot mouth and shivered as she felt Ellie's thighs twitch involuntarily, heard her breath coming faster as she sucked and licked the white girl's hotly throbbing nipple. Her head bobbed back and forth now from one full round breast to the other, sucking and licking until Ellie's head
Hi began to whip back and forth on the bed.
The blonde girl pretended now that her cries were cries of protest. But Lena knew better. They were the sounds of passion.
Lena's face was contorted now with desire as she slid her hand down across Ellie's little white belly to touch the soft strands of her golden pussy hair. Ellie moaned and her hips undulated gently as she felt the black woman's caresses causing salacious sensations to spread outward from her pussy. Oh God! She could no longer pretend, could no longer deny what was happening to her. She was hot, she was excited . . . she wanted this beautiful black woman to make love to her! She knew it was perverted, she knew she was now Lena's victim . . . as she had been the victim of Moose and Mick . . . but she wanted it! Her body was on fire and begging to be satisfied.
Lena slithered down the blonde girl's body now and parted Ellie's soft white thighs, pulling them far apart to reveal the moistening pinkness of her blonde-fringed pussy slit. She brought her mouth down over the thin blonde-covered pussy mound and her tongue shot out of her mouth like a serpent's tongue, and sought the erect little bud of Ellie's hardened clitoris.
Ellie was completely immersed in the hot streams of lascivious feeling coursing through her body now. The reality of her situation seemed to ebb further and further from her consciousness as she felt the black girl's hot tongue licking between her legs. It was driving her crazy with wanton desire. After being brutally raped twice by Mick and Moose, the other woman's gentle yet passionate ministrations were unbelievably pleasurable.
Lena's hotly pointed tongue swirled around the tiny erect bud of Ellie's clitoris now, then slithered down to tease at the opening of her moistening cuntal slit. Ellie felt as if her belly was on fire as the black girl hotly licked and sucked around her now passionately writhing pussy.
And so immersed were the two women in their lesbian passion, that they were unaware of the male presence now standing in the doorway, grinning lewdly and obscenely at them as their bodies writhed in passion and desire.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The result of the meeting was that the four bank robbers would remain in their hideout for another three days. They were running low on food . . . they were completely out of liquor. Roger had decided that, undercover of darkness, Mick and Moose would go to an all-night supermarket and buy the necessary supplies to keep them for another few days. Then the heat would be off, their trail would be cold, and they could divide up the money, and go their separate was.
Roger was feeling edgy. The blackout on news of the robbery smelled bad. The cops weren't giving away any of their game.
It could have been because they had no game-because they were embarrassed to admit their lack of clues. He hoped that was the reason. Or maybe it was a tactic. They hoped to force them out through the fear that silence breeds. Well, Roger wouldn't run scared. He'd stay here, cool and safe, until he knew for sure what was happening.
When Moose and Mick had left, he stood up and walked to the bedroom door. He'd figured Lena would make her moves on the little white hostage. What he hadn't counted on was that the little blonde would be so hot for pussy herself. What a sight, he thought as he stood in the doorway and watched his beautiful black girl friend with her nappy black head between Ellie's smooth white thighs. He'd witnessed Lena in scenes like this before, and it never failed to arouse him. He could feel his breath coming faster as he watched the two women writhing hotly on the bed together.
"Aaahhhhhhh," the blonde girl was cooing. Roger could feel his cock growing hard beneath his pants, and, almost unconsciously, he began to gently stroke it as his eyes feasted on the two voluptuous women on the bed. Swirls of powerful desire began to churn within his balls. Yes, he'd join them soon . . .
Lena was reveling in the taste of the beautiful blonde's cuntal secretions and the young captive's smooth white thighs were twitching with pathetic vulnerability. The black woman was fucking her tongue lewdly in and out of Ellie's defenselessly spread pussy, working with a passion that filled her body with a devouring heat.
Ellie was jerking and moaning wildly beneath her. Oh, God! It was the most thrilling sensation in the world. Her in-sides felt like mercury expanding and about to explode. Nothing in her life had ever felt so wonderful. And the strangest thing was that, while another woman's mouth was sending incredible thrills of excitement coursing through her body, in her mind were images of cock, hot, hard, blood-swollen cocks filled her brain as Lena's tongue began to fill her hotly writhing cunt.
"Ohhhhh . . . ahhhhh," she moaned incoherently. Her head was flailing from side to side and her hips jerked hungrily up to meet Lena's soft lips.
Still massaging his cloth-encased cock to the rhythm of the girl's lesbian love, Roger knew he was ready to move in on the scene. He unzipped his pants and pulled them off along with his jockey shorts as his burgeoning cock shot forth. He walked slowly towards the two women, dropping to his knees beside the bed. Lena caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, but Ellie, in her lust-filled delirium noticed nothing. Then, for an instant her eyes opened, and-as she gazed out at his enormous, blood-pulsing member, she let out a gasp. The sound she made was a strange mixture of fear and desire. Somehow she had felt protected alone with Lena. Despite the fact that Lena had threatened her with words, despite the fact that she had seduced her, had made her feel-against her will-the illicit thrills of lesbian love, she was only another woman. She was not someone that was really a physical threat to her. But now, once again, Ellie found herself confronted with the terrifying power of her captor's cock, so like a dangerous weapon, and now only inches from her face. And to be caught in such a humiliating position by Roger made everything still worse.
Oh God! she thought. What is he going to do?
At that moment, Roger began to thrust his hips still closer to the young girl's face, aiming his huge cock directly at her slightly parted lips.
"Suck my cock, baby," Roger said softly, easily, but in the tone of one who is used to being obeyed.
"No. . . " Ellie whispered, fear glazing her eyes. "Oh God! Please!" Suddenly she felt hideously vulnerable and horribly ashamed to have this man, her captor-his cock just inches from her mouth-watching as another woman licked her pussy between her open thighs.
"I said lick it, baby . . . or you want a pistol in your face instead?"
Terrified once again for her very safety, Ellie parted her cherry-pink lips slowly. They were quivering now as she fought back tears of humiliation.
"Lick the tip," he commanded.
Obediently, her tongue shot out to flick at the little drop of moisture glistening at the very tip of his purple cock head.
And, all the while, though Lena knew what was happening, she continued her relentless licking of the blonde girl's hotly quivering pussy. Despite Ellie's horror of Roger's enormous penis, she felt a wild shiver of delight run through her entire body. Never before had she tasted a man's seminal fluid, never before had she tasted cock. It was insane, crazy! This man was her enemy; he held her life by a thread. Yet he was sending the most incredible shivers of desire through her body that she had ever experienced.
Something was prodding at her consciousness . . . a thought.. . a memory was surfacing that she didn't want to see. She shut her eyes tight as the insidious memory intruded into her mind. She had blocked it.. . had tried to forget.. . what that hideous beast of a man called Moose had done to her yesterday . . .
Until this moment all she remembered was the brutality of his rape, but now a deeper truth made itself known. As she had fought and struggled against him, though she had hated it at first, something incredible had happened to her body. She had exploded in a climax of unbelievable power. . . she had been raped at knifepoint, raped twice with brute force. But the second time she had loved it . . . loved it . . . and now, staring at Roger's cock, licking the hot spongy head with her tongue, she knew she wanted more.
Ellie knelt before Roger's long virile hardness and grasped the blood-engorged heavy trunk in her dainty fingers, tremors of damning excitation sparking through her synapses at its bursting hot feel. Reverently, she lifted it up in one hand to study its hair-covered testicles and licked them with eager swipes of the tongue, thrilling at their swollen promise.
Her lips encircled his hotly pulsating cock head and she slowly drew his throbbing shaft deeper into her mouth, swallowing quickly so as not to choke.
"Oh, suck it, baby," he groaned. "Suck it!"
His commanding tone sent a shiver of fear through her body, but with Lena still licking hotly at her pussy, the fear quickly turned to still greater excitement. Involuntarily, she moaned around the rubbery bluntness of Roger's enormous cock head. Her tongue began to tease around and around, and Roger crawled up on the bed beside them so that he could force his cock still deeper into her mouth.
Lena too was moaning now as her mouth licked hotly at the succulent folds of Ellie's pink hair-fringed cuntal slit. Her face was a mask of contorted lust as she slaved over the white girl's hotly writhing cunt. And her eyes gazed upward as she watched Ellie take half of Roger's lust-bloated cock inside her mouth, her lips straining around the rigid member, her tongue circling and her lips pressuring, as, instinctively, she knew exactly what to do. Deeper and deeper she sucked him into the hot cavern of her mouth, her tongue circling continuously, matching the motions of Lena's tongue on her pussy.
Lena was running her tongue more quickly now over the other girl's wetly seeping pussy slit, occasionally teasing the erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris. Then she began to slide her hungry tongue deep up into Ellie's wildly clenching cunt, then withdrawing it, wanting to tease her to the point of madness. Ellie's milk-white thighs were trembling helplessly, as if the poor captive blonde had lost all control over her body. She was prey now to the wild and wicked sensations that were ruling her.
Once again Lena inserted her tongue into Ellie's pussy slit, and she could feel it clasping and writhing, almost sucking her tongue out of her mouth. Lena's pussy was as hot as a cauldron now. She could stand it no longer. She had to find her satisfaction too.
"Barron," she moaned. "Oh God! Barron. Suck me too . . . please . . . suck me."
Lena's high black ass was wriggling frantically now, seeking out anything that would help to quench its burning fire. She rearranged herself so that her mouth did not lose contact with Ellie's pussy, but her own cunt was now just inches away from Barron's face.
"Oh, Barron . . . lick me . . . please . . . lick my pussy!"
Barron moved his head forward and his tongue shot up into Lena's hot writhing pussy, its brilliant red color so exciting against the ebony of her flesh. Deeper and deeper he wriggled his tongue into her hotly clenching pussy, deeper and deeper he thrust his cock into Ellie's hotly sucking mouth.
Ellie felt as if she was going to gag. Barron had thrust so deep she could hardly breathe. And then, slowly, he was drawing it out of her mouth. God! It felt so good, her mouth felt like hot butter around his cock, and Lena's pussy felt the same around his tongue. Incredible swirls of heat began building deep inside of him, the hot sperm churning wildly in his lust-bloated balls.
The three writhing people were overwhelmed by the incredible currents of electric passion that surged through them as if they were one organism, one red-hot mass of molten flesh. Each was aware of their own climax building insanely inside their flaming bodies, and they thrust and bucked wildly seeking their mutual satisfaction. It was as if all three were drowning in a whirlpool of sensation.
Barron began fucking his cock into Ellie's gagging mouth in a fast staccato rhythm now and the poor blonde girl could feel it swelling to remarkable size inside her mouth.
"Oh God!" she heard him groan into Lena's pussy. "Oh Jesus! Arrrghhhhhhh-hhhh," his sounds were muffled between the black girl's legs.
But suddenly a searing flood of hot white sperm shot out into Ellie's obscenely stretched mouth. The poor blonde girl choked and gasped as she inadvertently swallowed all of his hot cum. But there was so much of it! It flooded her mouth and began dripping obscenely down her chin. It was awful and humiliating, but wildly exciting at the same time and she could not help but grind her hot pussy even more wildly against the black girl's slavering tongue.
Spasm after spasm of orgasm shuddered through Barron's body, but his face remained pressed against Lena's hotly clasping pussy, digging insanely into her churning depths. And then suddenly her sleek black body stiffened and arched, wailing and spasming her own climax, the hot juice from her cunt running down his chin. She was no longer in control of what she was doing, and barely realized that she had ceased her tongue-fucking of Ellie's moistly heated pussy.
Barron and Lena were sated now, and Ellie's body was on fire. She had been so close.. . so close to orgasm.. . and now she was left dissatisfied, hungry, on fire and unable to quell the raging heat of her loins.
Yet these people were her captors, her enemies and she was too ashamed to ask for what she most needed.
Never in her life had she felt so helpless, so humiliated . . . and so desperately longing for fulfillment.
Damn them all for denying her an orgasm while they lazed about on the floor, blatantly ignoring her while she was forced to watch their depraved but wildly arousing performance in a torrid sex clash right there on the rug, nudging her naked body like she was a piece of furniture crying out their orgasms while she cried for her own.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Lena and Barron regained their normal consciousness, they suddenly became aware of Ellie's plight. Barron laughed and Ellie flushed a bright red in utter humiliation. She sat up and covered herself, pretending that she felt nothing, but it was obvious to the two more experienced people that she was still a red-hot well of desire.
"What are we gonna do for Blondie?" Lena asked, a wicked glint in her eyes.
"What about Charlie?" Roger grinned.
Oh God! thought the poor young blonde. Not another gangster. How awful. What were they going to do to her? Who was Charlie? She trembled on the bed, covering her naked breasts in shame, her hips squirming on the bed, beyond her control, desperately seeking to quell the raging fire in her pussy. She thought she might be sick from the combination of total humiliation and overwhelming desire.
She saw Lena walk toward the dresser. The black girl opened a drawer and pulled out a strange-looking machine. She was grinning. "Never fuck without an introduction," she said. "Blondie, this is Charlie . . . "
"W-what. . . ? " Ellie was stunned and cowered on the bed against the wall. What on earth was Lena holding . . . something electric . . . it had a cord and plug . . . my God! What was going on?
Lena pointed at the pathetically crouched blonde girl and began to laugh.
Roger laughed too.
"Blondie ain't never seen a vibrator before. Is that right?" Lena smirked.
"A v-vibrator . . . " The blonde girl was barely aware of what a vibrator was . . . something to do with women's liberation-she just didn't know. All she knew was that she was frightened of the large machine and-worse-her cunt was still throbbing madly, begging to be filled and satisfied.
"Charlie the vibrator . . . he'll take good care of your pussy . . . "
Lena plugged it in and the harsh whirring sound seemed terrifying to the young blonde hostage. She scrambled to her knees in an effort to escape the strange vibrating machine that was the shape of an enormous penis! But Roger caught her by the arms and held her firmly pinned in his grasp.
"White girl sho' is strange, Barron. Why, her pussy is just dying to be filled and fucked and she runnin' from the only thing gonna take care of her now . . . " But as she said these last words she could see that Barron's cock, resting lightly against Ellie's thighs as he held her upper arms firmly with both hands, was beginning to stir again and she smiled to herself. Barron's gorgeous hunk of flesh was for her-Ellie was gonna take Charlie, like it or not.
She moved closer to the blonde captive, helplessly pinned to the bed now by Barron. She held the huge plastic vibrating cock in front of her like some twenty-first-century weapon. Ellie tossed her hips and bucked and jerked in order to escape from Barron's grasp, but it was impossible. Relentlessly, the huge electric dildo in the black girl's hand moved toward the cringing but moistly heated lips of her still unsatisfied pussy.
Lena touched the vibrator to the outside of Ellie's pussy lips and heard the young blonde groan with pleasure. But when Ellie looked down between her legs there was a look of stark terror on her face . . . The vibrator was enormous. Why, she could never get anything that big inside of her . . . it would kill her!
"No . . . Lena, no . . . Please . . . it's too big!" she cried out, her eyes a mask of sheer terror.
But Lena began to insert the tip of the instrument into Ellie's cringing pussy. "Aaaahhhhhh!" she heard the blonde moan reflexively with pleasure . . . She thrust the vibrator in still deeper and Ellie unconsciously opened her legs still wider to accommodate its enormous breadth. It was vibrating faster than anything human ever could and thrilling ripples of pleasure spread outward from her pulsating cunt over her entire body. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her as the black girl thrust the huge machine deeper and deeper up into her hotly churning depths.
But at the same time that the huge vibrator was giving her an incredible amount of pleasure, its huge size was stretching her poor pussy beyond its endurance. It was only half in and she felt as if she could take no more.
But Lena was relentless. Now the pleasure of the vibrating dildo mixed with a pressure that was a strange combination of pleasure and pain. She wanted it to stop but it felt so incredible. It vibrated incessantly, and Lena had it angled so that it could vibrate against her erect little clitoris at the same time it continued its relentless penetration of her horribly stretched cuntal channel.
And, too, Ellie was suddenly aware of something warm moving on the outside of her slender thighs. She turned her eyes and was horrified at what she saw. While the black woman was ramming her defenseless little pussy with the enormous vibrator, Barron was holding her and his cock was growing huge and hot and erect, pressing against her leg. It was still slick and covered with his cum juice from a few minutes earlier when he had forced it into her mouth and she had sucked it until he came, his hot boiling cum hitting against her throat, making her choke until she swallowed it. Now it was growing hard and hot again.
Barron's enormous erection did not escape Lena's hungry eyes either. She moved closer to Barron now and gave the vibrator one final thrust up into Ellie's quivering depths.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" the young blonde moaned as she felt the vibrating machine hit the back of her cervix, vibrating wildly against it, and causing hot volts of lewd electricity to shoot up her spine. And just before she closed her eyes, lost in the molten passion that coursed through her blood, she saw Len's black face moving closer and closer to Barron's blood-engorged erection.
Then suddenly, the passion building relentlessly now in her hotly writhing depths, Ellie felt the enormous swell of her orgasm building as the whirring machine in her greedy pussy drove her nearly mad with inhuman pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . Ooooooooooohhhhh . . . Aiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" she moaned madly and Barron's cock swelled to a greater size as Lena's tiny tongue shot out of her soft black lips and lightly circled the very rim. With one girl on the verge of orgasm beside him, and the other's hot breath hovering over the huge purple head of his cock, he thought he would go mad with lust. Who says crime doesn't pay? Sheeeeeeeeiiiiiit!
And then suddenly, the building volcano inside of the young blonde hostage began to erupt and she wanted to scream out her orgasm. But Barron still had the presence of mind to cover her mouth and stifle the sounds. They didn't need to attract any attention . . . and God! When this chick came she was going to scream bloody murder.
Only muffled gasps filled the room now as Ellie's body shook and heaved in the throes of her orgasm as wave after powerful wave of the ultimate sexual pleasure spread from its center deep in her cunt to her entire body.
Finally she fell back limp on Barron's chest and the vibrator slipped out of her wetly sated pussy. Lazily she reached forward and shut off its switch. She lay back and felt Barron breathing heavily beside her.
She was still in the nether world of post-orgasmic semi-consciousness when suddenly she heard his voice command: "Don't just lay there baby . . . get to work on my balls.. . " Ellie looked over and saw the crouching black girl's mouth sliding rhythmically up and down over his hotly pulsating shaft.. .
"I said suck my balls, baby," he ordered, and wrenched her slender arm painfully so that she knew she had no choice but to obey. She crouched down in a humiliating position and, while Lena sucked lasciviously on his enormously throbbing member, she placed her head below and her tongue began to circle his hair-fringed balls.
"Suck!" I said, she heard him cry out harshly.
Fearing he would hurt her again if she did not obey, Ellie took one of his ultra-sensitive sperm-filled balls into the warm moistness of her mouth.
But, as incredible as the pleasure of two women going down on him felt, Barron wanted something more-something tighter and hotter and clinging around his hugely throbbing cock. He watched Lena's high black ass wriggling in the air as she sucked him rhythmically and knew exactly what he was going to do.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her around so that Lena was now on all fours. In the fast motion, Ellie was tossed off to the side like unwanted refuse. She leaned up against the wall and watched in horror the lascivious act she had never before imagined. The high round cheeks of Lena's black ass were only a couple of feet from Ellie's astonished eyes and the captive young girl could see the brilliant red valley of moist flesh between the hair-lined slit of her pussy, could see the drops of moisture from her hotly churning cunt. The black girl was rolling her ass sensually. She knew what Barron wanted and she would make it as exciting for him as she could. Barron's gigantic cock was throbbing red and a lone crop of seminal fluid moistened the very tip. His cock was so close she could see the blood-filled veins pumping madly as he moved it closer and closer to Lena's undulating buttocks. Holding his throbbing cock in one hand he pressed his cockhead against the tiny puckered opening of Lena's rear passage.
Ellie gasped. What on earth was he doing? Poor Lena. God! He would kill her.
In wide-eyed terror Ellie watched as Barron stretched the black girl's buttocks wide with his finger to prepare her for the entry of his cock. The blonde watched as his finger shot repeatedly in and out and she could see that, for Lena, it was painful. Yet the black girl stood obediently ready for him.
Then the huge spongy head of his cock replaced his finger and he began to slowly bury his turgid cock in Lena's nether passage. Around and around he rotated the enormously throbbing bulk of his cock and the incredible tightness of her asshole brought hot sparks of pleasure shooting to his balls.
Lena was moaning, obviously in some pain, but she did not shrink from Barron and allowed him to have his way. She knew it would be only moments until her asshole adjusted to his fucking. And then she too would enjoy it.
But Ellie was horrified. For a terrible thought had just sent a shiver of pure terror through her voluptuous body. What if he did it to her. . . what if he or one of the other members of the gang. . . tried to put their gigantic penis in her poor little back passage. She began to tremble in fear of the very thought that some day soon-if she didn't find her way out of here-if she wasn't rescued-they would do that to her! Why, it would kill her!
"Yeah, baby, fuck my ass!" she heard Lena moan and she could not believe her ears. Barron had barely penetrated her anal opening and Ellie could see most of the huge length of his throbbing cock. Lena continued to wriggle her buttocks back and it was so hard for Ellie to believe she actually wanted his cock inside her rectum.
The spongy purple head of his blood-engorged cock was pushing hard now against the tiny dark hole of Lena's resisting black flesh. Ellie could imagine the pain Lena must be feeling in her backside and was astonished to suddenly see Barron thrust his cock almost all the way inside her anus.
"Aaaarrgghhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhhh!" Lena grunted with a mixture of discomfort and excitement as her anus was stretched to a proportion beyond belief.
But Barron was wildly excited now and he fucked forward with his hips, driving his lust-incited member still deeper into the black girl's back passage.
This was obviously not easy for Lena, for her hips reflexively tried to pull away. But her words belied the pain on her face . . .
"Yeah . . . ooooohhhhhh, fuck my ass.. . baby. Fuck my asssssssss!" no
With a powerful forward thrust his cock sank into her to the hilt and Ellie watched this unnatural coupling with wide horrified eyes.
She had to get out of here . . . she had to escape . . . and she knew now she was desperate enough, at the first chance, to make an insane dash for freedom.
Maybe now, she thought, maybe I could run now and they wouldn't notice. She inched forward on the bed, her eyes never leaving the lust-locked couple.
Barron sensed the motion and turned around. "You . . . " he shouted . . . "You . . . I want you to lick my balls while I fuck this black baby in the ass! Now!"
The terrified blonde hostage crawled on hands and knees in between his hairy, muscular legs. As he fucked rhythmically in and out of Lena's black ass, Ellie slid between his legs until her face was just inches from his lust-bloated testicles. Never, in her most horrible nightmares, could she have imagined a more humiliating and shameful position.
But she knew too well how desperate were these people, and she did not dare to disobey. Reluctantly, filled with shame and disgust, she once again sucked his hairy balls into the warm cavern of her mouth, being buffeted horribly by their bucking bodies.
Lena was grinding back now in slow rolling motions and Ellie understood with horror that the black girl was enjoying having his cock plundering her helpless rectum. And Ellie had no choice but to watch from below as his cock withdrew from the black girl's widely stretched rectum, then saw it disappear again as he thrust into Lena's seething nether depths. And, motivated by sheer terror, Ellie did not stop licking and sucking his balls.
Never in his life had Barr experienced anything so incredibly exquisite. The combination of the tight elastic ring of Lena's anus, and the blonde hostage's hotly licking tongue, was driving him right off the edge of the planet.
Ellie could not bear to admit that once again she could feel that warm dampness between her thighs. She hated herself incredibly now for her wicked resonse to this undeniable obscenity. The men had forced her at gunpoint and knifepoint to submit to their lewd actions. And the fear of physical harm had forced her to submit.
But one thing no one could have forced her to do was to grow excited by it, to feel incredible pleasure from their obscene assault. And she could not deny it. She had experienced orgasm at the hands of these desperate criminals, and now, once again, her own body was betraying her with excitement. Now she let her hand drop between her legs to play with the tip of her own hardened clitoris. Flashing electric volts of pleasure ran through her body, making her twitch with excitement.
Barron drove his cock relentlessly in and out of Lena's burning rubbery passage with longer and harder fucks forward. And her hips rolled round and round matching his every thrust. From Ellie's obscene position she could see the fluid running from Lena's lust incited pussy, running down her thigh. A small drop of it dampened Ellie's face as she slavered over Barron's balls.
The tempo of this obscene act began to increase, and Barron's huge cock seemed to grow still larger as he neared his climax. Lena was mewling and moaning incoherently now, begging for Barron to fill her with hot cum. Harder and harder Barron fucked into her back passage, thrilled at the soft moistness of Ellie's mouth on his sperm-churning balls. And unconsciously Ellie inserted two fingers into her own hotly churning pussy.
Then, suddenly, with a low groan, Barron's seething sperm shot in hot blasts from deep in his balls, shot in molten spurts deep up inside of Lena's widespread rectum.
Her face was insanely contorted with passion and she was grunting like an animal. And then the two women had their orgasms, the three bodies spasming in obscene unison as the semen continued to spurt in powerful blasts from Barron's cock.
Ellie felt her own shameful eruption deep in her own womb and knew, from the strange sounds and the jerking motions of Lena's hips that she too was cumming.
Barron finally finished his long, drawn-out orgasm, and pulled his cock out from
Lena's depths, a slender thread of viscous white liquid hanging from the tip of her sperm-filled anus.
Ellie turned away from the scene in shame, and buried her head in a pillow. She began to cry now, deep heaving sobs of shame. She was no longer sure she could totally blame the gang of robbers for her degradation. For the feelings deep inside her were her own.
CHAPTER NINE
Though she was kept continually rugged by the gang of bank robbers to minimize any trouble she might cause, she as now able to make an incredible effort o fight the effect of the tranquilizers. She new it was her only hope. Somehow she ad to keep her wits about her, had to find a ay to escape. She had given up hope that the police would ever find them-or at least find them in time to save her.
The bits and pieces of conversation she heard terrified her She had gathered from what she heard that they would not stay much longer in this apartment. She also sensed that they were trying to decide whether or not to do away with her. On the one hand she was a liability, an additional element for them to be concerned about. On the other hand, if somehow as they made their way over the border into Canada, where the money was to be laundered, the police discovered and trapped them, she would still be of value as a hostage. It was terrifying to the young girl to hear her fate discussed as if she were only an object, not a person.
Two days had gone by, too, and no one had sexually molested her again. The atmosphere was unbearably tense. Moose had made a mistake which had almost cost them everything. At the supermarket he had been stupid enough to pay for the order with a stolen bill.. . a stolen one hundred dollar bill. Because the bill was so large, because Moose and Mick had looked so unsavory, the girl at the checkout counter had been about to check it against the serial numbers of stolen bills that were taped to the cash register. Mick had his hand on the pistol in his shoulder holster and would have shot his way out if necessary.
But suddenly, at that very moment, a young teen-age boy had been caught shoplifting and everyone in the store turned to watch as the manager searched him and humiliated him with a scolding and a warning in front of the onlookers. When the cashier turned back to her register, she had forgotten to check the bill against the list. Mick and Moose breathed a sigh of relief as they returned to the apartment hideaway. They were free, but it had been a close call. Now they knew that the serial numbers were posted, that they could not spend the robbery money to make their getaway.
They decided that they would drive across the border into Canada. The police would be checking the southern part of the state and the Mexican border. The Canadian border was always an easier crossing. Should they take the girl.. . ?
Lena was with the three men in the living room now and for the first time Ellie was alone in the bedroom. She tried hard to focus on the bits of conversation that reached her ears, when suddenly her eyes fell on the window. She had not noticed before that there was a fire escape directly outside. Her heart began to pound wildly. She could do it. She could do it. She had to try. She couldn't allow her life or death to be determined for her by the ruthless gang of bank robbers in the next room.
Her ears were as keen as an animal's now as she strained to pick up any change in sound from the living room as she quietly moved towards the window.
It was shut.
She had to open it without making a sound.
Her hands were trembling as she reached toward the window. Her fingers curled around the metal handle and she held her breath, praying it would give easily and silently.
She pulled up.
Nothing happened. It was stuck.
A cold shiver of fear ran through her body. If they found her at the window like this, they would make it very bad for her. But she had to try again. Had to risk the noise the stuck window might make . . .
She pulled harder this time and breathed a silent sigh of relief. It had made a soft scraping sound, but it had opened. She listened keenly to the sounds coming from the living room before she made her move. There seemed to be no change in their voices.
Now she slipped one long slender leg over the sill and pulled her body out onto the fire escape. There were few people below in the street as she crept silently down the metal ladder to the floor below. There was a man watching television. Oh God! Maybe this was it, her chance to be rescued. She hesitated a moment, worrying about his safety, and then tapped lightly on his window.
Then, suddenly, she was aware of a sound above her. She looked up at the window she had left, and her heart stopped. Lena was leaning out the window. Her absence had not taken long to discover.
Lena was motioning angrily for her to come back, but the black girl was not making a sound. They are afraid, Ellie thought.
Ellie continued downward. She could see that they were afraid to make a sound, to attract attention to themselves. She felt her foot touch the ground and she began to run. She heard heavy footsteps behind her now but she did not turn around.
Mick and Moose had run down the stairs and out onto the street. There was no one about now as they chased her. Ellie ran with every ounce of strength in her little body. She did not look back. She could hear their footsteps growing closer.
And then she felt it.
A big hand reached out and grabbed her upper arm. Moose pulled her to him now.
Mick had his knife drawn.
"That was very stupid, bitch. Very stupid. You're gonna pay for that move. Now come on, let's get back before anyone sees us. Dumb cunt.. . " he muttered under his breath. "For a half-million I wouldn't think twice about slitting your stupid throat."
With Mick's knife pressed against her side, she was led by the two men back to the apartment hideout. And it was as if the swelling tension that had filled the apartment for two days had finally burst.
Roger Barron's eyes pierced through her like cold steel.
"Do that one more time," he said, "and you're a dead girl."
Ellie felt like a trapped bird now among the foxes. She felt paralyzed with fear standing there between Mick and Moose, sensing an electricity in the air that was terrifying. And she knew that the pent-up nerves of the past few days would somehow be vented on her.
Suddenly Roger Barron's hand shot out and tore her blouse open in one vicious move.
"Moose likes your tits, don't you Moose?" said Barron to the huge man who was staring now at Ellie's nakedly exposed breasts.
"Yeah . . . " Moose said slowly. "Oh yeah . . . they're real pretty!"
"Well, go ahead and touch them, Moose."
"Yeah, Barron? I can touch them? It's okay, Barron?"
"Go ahead, Moose."
His huge hand reached out and began to massage her quivering breasts.
"No . . . " she whispered in fear. "Please . . . please, don't do this to me again."
But Moose massaged her breasts like a child immersed in a new toy, with the same absorption, the same intense awkwardness that will break the toy before the day is over. Her nipples, despite her horror at what was again happening, were growing hard and red under Moose's rough hands. And once again she was faced with the shameful truth of her body's willingness to be aroused under the most humiliating circumstances. Flaming arrows of desire shot through her nipples, and her whole body began to feel hot and flushed.
"Oh God!" she begged, her face hot and red. "Please . . . why can't you all just leave me alone?"
"You don't wanna be left alone, baby. We can all see that!" exclaimed Mick roughly and he laughed obscenely.
Ellie's shame only increased.
She heard the click of Mick's knife as he slipped it back into his pocket. "I'll just need this to keep her from rapin' me," he laughed lewdly, cruelly.
She was crying now, trying to stifle the tormenting heat in her breasts.
"Please . . . leave me alone . . . leave me alone . . . "
And as Ellie pushed the big Moose away she fell back into Mick's waiting arms. "Atta girl.. . " he grinned, and she could feel a rock-hard erection through the fabric of his pants pressing into the crack between her ass cheeks. He grabbed her around the waist as she struggled to get free. But the more she struggled, the more her ass rubbed against Mick's crotch, and the more excited he became. In front, her obscenely naked breasts were jiggling like huge mounds of jello as Moose reached out for them once again.
Now Mick was grinding his hips against her backside and wild sensations were coursing through her captive body despite her mental struggle to deny them. She could feel a warm moisture seeping out into her panties and her humiliation as overwhelming. Moose kneaded her large breasts in his big hands, an idiotic grin on his face as saliva trickled down from his lip and his enormous horse-size cock was pressing through his pants right into her crotch. Two cocks surrounded her on either side-she thought she'd go mad from shame and unwanted desire.
"No. . . no . . . please . . . let me go.. . let me go . . . " she struggled with pathetic helplessness, pinned between the two men while Lena and Barron watched from the sofa as if it were a play put on for their benefit. Desperately Ellie tried to quell the whirling flames that were consuming the depths of her hotly churning pussy. Tears of shame streamed from her eyes, and liquid passion ran from her hotly writhing pussy. Suddenly she bolted, trying to escape their grip, but Mick held tight to the waistband of her pants which suddenly ripped open as she attempted to free herself.
"Okay," said Mick, "take 'em off." She looked at him pleadingly. "Take 'em off!"
Obediently she removed her pants. She was standing in the middle of the living room now clad in nothing but a tiny pair of bikini panties.
Moose grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him overwhelmed with a blind animal lust. She could feel her naked breasts pressing against his huge barrel chest, and his rock-hard erection was prodding into her moistening crotch.
At the same time Mick had resumed his position behind her and had slipped his arm between her frightened, quivering thighs. He rubbed the soft inner flesh of her thighs with his hand and then insinuated his fingers into the leg band of her panties. When Mick felt the moistness seeping from her pussy, he laughed.
"You wanna, fuck, you little cunt. You're all hot and wet.. . So stop acting like Alice in Wonderland!" He laughed viciously again. Then, without warning or foreplay, he abruptly inserted one of his fingers into her frantically wriggling pussy and with his thumb he pressed hard against her little erect clitoris.
Ellie's tormented mind tried to grasp what had happened to her as a hot wave of pleasure washed over her as a result of the horrible little man's touch. She had been a pure and innocent virgin only a few days before. She had been brutally raped in the back of the van at knifepoint. And it had been awful. But somehow, through this hideous week of sexual molestation, an animal part of her had been released, a part of her that seemed to operate without consent of her mind. A part of her, like a she-demon dwelling within, that caused the most horribly shameful things to happen to her body. She didn't know any more what made her feel more humiliated-the horrible way the men treated her, or the feelings that were her very own and over which she seemed to have no control.
Now, despite her protesting, horrified mind, her body was longing to be filled by hotly pulsating male flesh. As if hearing someone else, she was aware of the strange moans that escaped her lips as two ruthless criminals played with her vulnerable little body.
Then Mick tore off her little panties, ripping the thin fabric off her body. Now she was naked before the gaping eyes of the entire gang. Roughly, Mick threw her to the floor. The bare boards were cold on her back as she looked up at the two lustcontorted faces staring at her. The big beefy Moose was suddenly down on his knees, again kneading her firmly pliant breasts with his huge hands.
"Moose wants to fuck you again, baby," Mick said. "I missed the show last time . . . Now I got front row seats . . . "
Moose looked over at the smaller man. "Yeah, Mick? Ya mean it? Ya mean I can have her first . . . ? "
"Go ahead, Moose," Mick grinned. "Fuck yer brains out."
The pathetic blonde's heart was pounding madly now as she experienced the full impact of her humiliation. Naked before them all, her breasts were swollen with forbidden desire, and her pale blonde cuntal hairs were matted and damp from the warm fluids that seeped from her hotly throbbing pussy. She was unable to deny the power of the masochistic thrill that sent shivers through her body. It was all she deserved.. . to be raped by these brutal men was all she was worthy of. She was their victim, and she was as wicked as they were.
Moose's big dumb hungry eyes stared down at the voluptuously naked blonde on the floor. Like a beast, he licked his lips as he feasted his eyes on the glistening pink meat of her moist pussy furrow.
"I can really have her first, huh, Mick?" Moose looked up once more at the wiry little man.
"Sure . . . I initiated her pussy, and I'm gonna bestow the same honor on her virginal little ass!"
Ellie looked up in horror. She could not believe her ears! Mick was going to do that terrible thing she had seen Barron do to Lena!
"No you won't, Mick," said a cool voice from the sofa. It was Barron. Was it possible he was coming to her rescue. But she did not entertain that fantasy for long.
"Her ass is for me, Mick . . . sorry old boy."
Mick's anger rose quickly and in a flash he had slipped out his switchblade. But Barron was too quick for him. His revolver was in his hand and aimed before the glinting blade of Mick's knife shot out from its metal clasp. Mick was angry. But he backed down.
"Sure, Barron . . . shit . . . you're the boss!"
But Barron didn't move from the sofa. First he would watch the animal have a go at her . . . Then, in his own sweet time . . .
Moose's passion-crazed hands were all over her tender flesh now. He had barely been aware of the power struggle between the other two men. He drooled like a mad beast as he pulled the lovely blonde's firm slender thighs wide apart and shoved his knees between them. She was pinioned helplessly to the bare floor beneath him, like a hideous flashback to the night he had raped her. But now she knew the night held something worse than a simple rape for her. Moose unzipped his pants so that his enormous cock stood out from his crotch like a gigantic red club. But he did not even bother to remove his pants. And while one hand continued to roughly fondle her melon-like breasts, his other hand clumsily found the moist pink warmth of her hotly seeping cunt.
"Oh God, no!" she begged him, hoping to find a glimmer of sympathy behind his dumb beast eyes. Every muscle in her body was tensed now to protect herself both from him and from her own feelings of arousal.
But as Moose's gigantic hand stroked the delicate lips of her pussy, a shudder of pleasure ran through her body and her attempts at protest seemed only a mockery. Her eyes focused on his enormously exposed erection which was pressing now against her quivering belly. Then Moose inserted one large finger into her hotly writhing pussy and he groaned as he felt the slickly moistened walls grasp tightly around it. In and out he fucked his finger into her steaming depths. Ooooohhhhhhh . . . he thought, J can't wait till that hot pussy clamps around my big hard cock!
"I'm gonna fuck her now. Is it okay, Barron? Can I fuck her now?"
Barron smiled his assent, and Moose withdrew his teasing finger from Ellie's hotly clasping cunt. She was shamed to hear a low moan of disappointment pass her lips, and she heard Mick chuckle at her embarrassment.
In a moment, the huge bank robber's enormous, blood-engorged cock was pressed up against her vulnerably exposed pussy lips. And she wanted it! She wanted to be filled with his huge hot staff of flesh. Wanted this animal to ravage her until she could bury her shame in the oblivion of sexual ecstasy. The enormously bulbous head parted the delicate petals of her cuntal opening and the searing contact sent wild thrills of lascivious pleasure raging through her body.
With a groan that sounded more animal than human, the huge beast of a man thrust his hips forward, dropping his heavy weight on top of her, crushing her full breasts flat into her chest, as he pressed his cock deeper up into her hotly writhing pussy channel. Deeper and deeper it plunged until at last she felt the heavy sacs of his lust-bloated balls slap against the cheeks of her ass.
Unlike the last time, Moose's cock had entered her smoothly. Its enormous girth filled her totally, but this time it didn't hurt. It felt so incredibly wonderful she wanted to die of pleasure-and shame. But then he thrust still deeper until it banged brutally against her cervix and she cried out in a new and deeper agony.
"Oh gooooodddddd! Owwwww!"
"Cover her mouth, goddamn it. That's all we need is this bitch screaming and the cops will be down our necks . . . "
Mick pressed his hand against her mouth and inadvertently covered her nose as well. Suddenly she was choking and couldn't breathe.
He pulled his hand away. "Just keep quiet," he said, "and I won't have to do that again."
Moose was grinning like a dumb beast reveling in the pleasure of her tightly clutching cuntal walls clamping so powerfully around his enormous blood-throbbing member. In and out now he rammed his gigantic cudgel of flesh, in and out, until the pleasure felt almost unbearable.
He was battering her cervix mercilessly now and Ellie thought she would die from the anguish. She couldn't cry out, all she could do was wriggle her hips madly in an effort to escape from his relentlessly battering cock. But the more she squirmed, the more aroused Moose became, and the more powerfully he rammed up into her pussy.
Then her leg shot out and kicked down on his clenched ass muscles. In his annoyance he grabbed her ankles and shoved them back against her chest, pinning her down like a helpless prey.
To escape the pain of the present, Ellie's mind fled into memory. Images of the past swam before her eyes, images of the peaceful and happy life she'd led before she was taken hostage in a bank robbery, before she'd been brutally raped and robbed of her virginity, before she'd discovered the lusting creature dwelling within her own traitorous body. She thought of her parents, of their utter heartbreak if they were to know what had become of her in this last unutterably shameful week. And she thought of the one boy she had ever really cared about-she thought of Jeffrey MacDonald. Tears welled up in her eyes. Once she had dreamed of being Jeffrey's bride, once she had dreamed of wearing white at a wedding, of being romantically made love to in a honeymoon suite. Now those dreams were dashed to ruins. She would never escape from this situation alive. And even if she did, she was shamed and degraded forever. She could never marry Jeffrey MacDonald or any other decent man. She almost wished she could die. Her shame felt too great to bear. And even now, as her mind struggled to divorce itself from her body in fantasy, she was aware that her pussy was growing hotter and hotter now, filled with Moose's enormous cock, was aware of the undulating motion of her hips as they rose now to meet his every fuck stroke.
He was ramming forward with all the strength in his powerful body, but the pain had all but disappeared. Her pussy had been so wet, and so hot, that now the sharp shards of pain had transformed into electric volts of pleasure, fanning the flames of her passion to outrageous proportions. She could feel every inch of his pulsing, throbbing flesh and it was transforming her into a mindless lusting mass of desire.
Her pussy muscles clenched hotly around his huge lust-bloated cock and she was barely aware that Roger Barron was now naked and standing directly above her. In his hand, with a slow sensual motion, he was massaging his hotly erect member and she knew what was going to happen next.
"Turn her over on top of you, Moose . . . Let me get at that tight little asshole."
Moose obeyed the command, his cock never slipping from her, as he pulled her on top of him and continued his rhythmic fucking of her hotly writhing pussy.
Ellie turned her head and looked behind her. "No," she whispered in a panicked voice. "Not that. Oh please. Don't do that to me!" Oh God! She could not believe it. Her ass muscles were clenching tightly now as if somehow she could defend herself from the ravagement that was to come.
Her hoarse pleas only made Barron smile. "Don't you want my big hard cock in your ass while Moose keeps your pussy full of his red-hot meat?"
"Oh God! Please, no . . . " A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She was terrified of what he was going to do. Even the anticipation of the pain was horrible.
"Shut her up, Moose," Barron ordered, and the big man suddenly lifted his head and brought his slobbering wet lips up against hers. And his big tongue wormed its way into her mouth so deep she almost choked.
She was repulsed by Moose's kiss, but before she could pull her face away, she felt Barron's hands grab her round white ass cheeks, pulling them wide apart.
But she could only groan out her fear around Moose's fleshy tongue impaling her mouth.
As Moose continued to rhythmically fuck into her pussy from below, Barron was pulling her ass cheeks so wide apart she thought he would split her in half. Then, with one finger, he wormed his way into the tight elastic ring of her anal opening.
Never in her life had she experienced such terrible pain! She wanted to scream, but Moose's tongue was almost choking her. It was the most awful anguish imaginable.
With one hand Barron continued to massage his long swollen shaft and with the other he wormed his way deeper and deeper into the tightly clinging depths of her nether passage. Never in his life had he felt anything so tight. It would be incredible around his cock and he moaned now in anticipation of the pleasure that awaited him.
Ellie tried to pull her hips away, but she only succeeded in impaling herself still deeper on Moose's enormous cock, plunging into her from below. Her body writhed and squirmed to get away from Barron's probing finger, but it was of no avail. She was trapped hopelessly between the two men.
Then suddenly, with an obscene sucking noise, Barron slipped his finger out of the tightly clasping passage and positioned his fiery cock head against the tiny puckered opening. Then he thrust his hips forward and in one smooth stroke, sank the entire head of his cock into her tightly clinging anal opening.
A scream welled up in her throat and was muffled by Moose's mouth still pressed tightly against her own. She thought she would pass out from the extreme pain. It was awful. It was the most excruciating agony she had ever felt in her life. She wished she could faint to escape it, but she could not lose consciousness. Her shame and pain increased as he shoved his lust-bloated cock still deeper into the elastic depths of her ass.
Tears were streaming from her eyes, and muffled screams came from her throat as Mick and Lena watched with growing excitement.
Now she was impaled between two enormous cocks fucking into her from both her rectal and her cuntal openings. There was no way her pain-wracked body could escape for if she pulled away from Barron she was impaled more deeply on Moose, and if she pulled away from Moose, then Barron's cock slipped still deeper into her painfully stretched anal channel.
She was rammed from both ends until it seemed that nothing in the world existed but her cunt and her asshole and the two hotly throbbing cocks. It was agony and only the pain existed. She was lost in the pain, totally lost in the sensation and she was barely aware of the strange change that began to overcome her. She seemed immersed in a nightmarish world of sensations and more and more she began to revel in her pain. She deserved it. She deserved to be battered and pummeled for she was no good. She had allowed herself to enjoy more than one brutal rape. She was as evil as her captors.
Even now . . . even now . . . she realized, she felt a strange thrill at having two huge cocks inside of her. The pain was excruciating, but strangely exciting at the same time. Some demon deep in her being was reveling in this twin impalement.
Both men were fucking in unison now, aware of each other through the thin membrane that divided her cunt from her anal passage. They were slowly building their rhythm, slowly seeking their mutual satisfaction.
Never in his life had Barron felt anything so incredibly tight around his hotly pulsating shaft. And as he stroked into her he could feel Moose's huge cock through that thin membrane, could feel the other man's cock throbbing powerfully as he neared his orgasm.
And Ellie could no longer fight the overwhelming thrills of carnal'sensations that were raging in her belly. Moose rested his head back on the floor and an uncontrolled chant of strange animal mewls issued from her lips.
The blonde captive's body was writhing wildly now between the two men, her ass thrusting upward to meet the long hard shaft of male flesh ravaging her back passage. And, never breaking the steady rhythm, her hips would press forward and take Moose's horse-size cock all the way into her hotly clasping pussy. She was no better than an animal now as her body bucked and writhed in the primitive rhythms of sexual abandon.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, knowing she was utterly lost in wickedness and degradation.
As the two men fucked into her anus and her cunt she was overwhelmed with the heat of unbridled passion. Nothing in the world mattered but the volcanic eruption that was building in her lusting loins.
Mick's eyes were bulging out of his head as he watched, and unconsciously he had begun to stroke his lust-hardened cock through the cloth of his pants as he watched.
And Lena, her dress pulled over her waist, lay back on the couch, her legs spread wide, her own hand massaging the moistly heated opening of her own hungry pussy. She could not help but feel a pang of jealousy at all the good hard cock that Blondie was getting.
She gazed over at Mick.
"Fuck me, Mick," she cooed. But Mick barely heard her. He was focused on the obscene action on the floor in front of him. He'd never seen anything so exciting in all his life. That little blonde hostage, who had been a virgin only a few days before, was now begging for cock, writhing insanely on the floor between two men.
"Ahhhhh . . . fuck me good! Fuck me good!" she chanted, her eyes glazed with a passion bordering on the insane. "Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass . . . fuck my cunt.. . fuck my ass . . . "
In a flash, Mick stripped off his clothes and walked toward the bodies on the floor. His cock was in his hand as he approached them and Lena stared from the couch in angry disappointment.
For a moment Mick just stood there and stared at the rippled edges of her pink pussy slit pulling out with Moose's huge cock and disappearing deep inside on the in-stroke. And he watched as Barron's thick hard cock drew the brownly puckered edges of her anal opening deep inside on his inward plunge and pulled it clingingly out.
Mick knelt beside Moose's head and aimed his own hardened shaft towards Ellie's quivering lips.
The nakedly buffeted victim was completely lost in the agonizing fires which consumed her body. Her mouth was opened now as she sucked for air and she was barely aware of the hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward. And then she felt a rubbery hardness against her lips and opened her eyes to see Mick's lust-bloated erection staring her in the face.
Her eyes widened in horror as the full realization of what was happening hit her. Mick's cock was aimed directly at her mouth. It was unbelievable. In a minute she knew she would be impaled by a cock in every orifice of her body . . . mouth, cunt and asshole, all filled with hard, hot, pulsating cock.
And yes. She was totally depraved. She wanted it. She wanted to be filled with cock. Nothing else in the world mattered, nothing else existed.
She opened her mouth and allowed Mick to slide his hot hard cock into the warm moist cavern of her mouth. She could taste the bitterness of the tiny drop of cum that had been nestled in the little slit at the very tip.
Mick trapped her face in his hands now and plunged the full length of his lust-bloated cock deep into the moistly heated smoothness of her mouth.
Ellie struggled to breathe as his impaling cock hit the back of her throat, but the entry of still a third cock into her lust-driven flesh sent an even more powerful wave of molten pleasure through her body.
She was undulating madly now as her cunt and pussy thrust around the two cocks and her lips clenched tightly around Mick's huge throbbing shaft.
Mick fucked crazily into her mouth now, and Ellie reveled in the taste of his smooth cock flesh, while her tongue swirled wildly around its hot spongy head. Then her tongue began to probe into the little slit at the very tip of his cock, while Barron ravaged her asshole from behind and Moose fucked like an obsessed animal into her hotly clenching pussy.
Her mind was incapable of thought now as searing ripples of obscene desire tore through her nakedly bucking young body. Nothing in the world existed but the three cocks fucking into every available orifice of her body, two cocks fucking her in her ass and cunt, while she sucked madly on Mick's cock in her hungrily clasping mouth. She was filled completely. And she wanted to be filled with their sperm, wanted to drown in their sperm, wanted to overflow with seething hot male sperm. God!
Lena watched from the couch, beside herself with lust now. But there was nothing she could do. There was no more cock for her. She had to satisfy herself with the meager penetration of her fingers-three of them!-now plunging rhythmically into her own hotly churning pussy.
Ellie could feel Mick's cock expanding inside her hungrily sucking mouth and she licked it wildly. She knew he was right on the verge of cumming. She knew great bursts of thick white sperm would flood her mouth and she couldn't wait for its bittersweet taste.
And then, suddenly, it was happening!
Like a volcano his hot streams of creamy white semen erupted in her throat, and she swallowed his searing load just to keep from choking. Over and over again powerful bursts of sperm flooded her mouth and she sucked greedily, milking out every last drop. Finally the small man groaned and fell back, his cock deflating slowly, slickly wet with the mixture of his sperm and her saliva.
And now Lena saw her chance. In a flash she was kneeling where Mick had been, pressing her pussy against Ellie's sperm-flooded mouth. Without even thinking, the blonde girl's tongue began to lick at the black girl's gushing pussy, and she fucked her tongue in and out of the other woman's cuntal opening in the same frantic rhythm that her own ass and cunt were being fucked by the two men she was sandwiched between.
The two remaining men, Barron and Moose, were fucking mercilessly into her now, each on the brink of his own powerful climax. They were so close, so ready, to send hot blasts of the semen into both her orifices. And Lena, wriggling her hips madly against Ellie's face knew she too was about to burst with orgasm.
Two men fucking wildly into her pussy and anal passage and her own tongue deeply imbedded in another woman's cunt drove Ellie nearly mad with passion and her rhythmic movements quickened as she approached the crescendo of her lust. Nothing existed in the world but cock and pussy and the raging fire in her loins.
She groaned into the depths of Lena's pussy, never ceasing her rapid tongue-fucking of the other woman. Then suddenly Lena's hips jerked out of control and Ellie knew that the black girl was coming. Hot moisture seeped from her madly clasping pussy and Ellie felt her cunt would pull her tongue right out of her mouth. Ellie could not believe how long the black girl's orgasm lasted as she writhed crazily on Ellie's impaling tongue. Then, finally, she too collapsed back, lying beside Mick in exhausted satiation.
Barron and Moose continued pumping and grinding their hips, and the motions caused their thick penises to bore that much more deeply into the quivering depths of Ellie's clinging vagina, drenched with nature's oils thereby easing the movements of their massive organs. Each time they plunged into her they felt a faint answering rotation from her rubbery, tightly gripping walls as her hips continued to salaciously move in small circles. Delicious bursts of orgasmic energy shot through them as they pounded into her belly.
Ellie was an earthy woman who was made for primeval fucking! She was whimpering between them and her hair was damp with lust-sweat. She was getting close.. . so very close. Her breath was coming in short, heavy blasts. They all dug frantically into her, knowing the payoff was very, very close.
Her powerful steel bandings of vaginal muscle closed even more tightly around their thrusting, aching organs as her aroused self answered the questions posed by her mind many times in her youth with a time-honored, ancient language every one here clearly understood. They began a duel with their fitting, clasping organs for a long, long period of time, as if they were fighting against one another instead of helping each other. They jerked and writhed and squirmed, one against the other, hugging only with their genitalia, insane with lust, loving every little second of it.
And then Barron could hold back no longer. With a cry that sounded more like a wolf than a man, his hot load of sperm spurted deep up into her frantically milking anal passage at the very moment that her own orgasm began to explode deep within her hotly churning womb. Wave after wave of unbelievable sensation ripped through her body as Barron's hotly jerking cock seemed to ceaselessly spew its load of molten sperm into her nether depths.
And then, with a grunt that seemed worthy of his name, Moose rammed his cock far up into the depths of her spasming cunt as her feet beat a wild tattoo of lust on his huge back. And Ellie felt the hotly gushing liquid of his animal-mad cum beating against her cervix, flooding her pussy hotly. Again and again, like a repeating rifle, he shot out spurts of white-hot semen. The three bodies bucked and jerked crazily together and it seemed as if their mutual orgasms would never end. They were still quivering, still cumming, when suddenly there was a loud hard repeated knock on the door.
Before anyone knew what was happening, the wooden door was shattered on its hinges and four uniformed policemen with rifles poised crashed into the room.
"Jesus Christ!" one of them muttered, for never in his life had he seen a sight of such total and utter obscenity. He crossed himself before he shouted:
"Get dressed you animals . . . You're all under arrest!"
CHAPTER TEN
The cashier in the supermarket had not been able to forget the ruthless faces of the men who had handed her the hundred dollar bill. She knew she had seen them somewhere before. But where? And then, some time later, wrapping glasses in old newspaper for a customer, she, saw their pictures! So that was it! She retrieved the hundred dollar bill from the cash drawer and checked the serial number against the list. Sure enough, it was one of the stolen bills. She told her boss and the police were phoned immediately.
That had been the first alert.
But at that point, there was a little that the police could do. Were the gangsters hiding out here or just passing through? It was impossible to tell. Nevertheless, they' intensified their watch on the area.
It was a junior detective who first noticed a series of curious complaints, all from the same apartment building. Women's screams, new tenants who never left the house. Then, finally, a call from a man who had seen a girl matching the description of the bank robbers' hostage, climbing down the fire escape in front of his window.
It seemed a good enough clue to check out fully armed.
After the capture, the media had been kind to Ellie. They had suppressed the details of how the gangsters had been found, and nothing appeared in the papers about the strange orgy the police had crashed in on.
Ellie was a heroine. She was presented to all the world as a brave young woman who had suffered a terrible ordeal. No one imagined the true depths of the degradation which she had undergone or the terrible things she had learned about herself.
EPILOGUE
A week later, in an elegant restaurant, Jeffrey MacDonald bought them champagne and handed her a black velvet box with a diamond ring in it.
She fought back the tears as they left the restaurant.
Sitting on the couch at her house, he leaned over and kissed her, still waiting for her answer to his proposal. But Ellie pushed him away suddenly. He was so good, so clean and she was nothing now but a defiled woman. Jeffrey had a right to know the truth.
And so, still fighting back burning tears of shame, she told him as best she could the awful things that had happened to her at the hands of her captors.
"And you think," he said, "that because you were raped by those criminals, that I won't want to marry you . . . ? "
She wanted to cry out . . . Jeffrey, you don't understand . . . I loved it. . . I'm as depraved, as evil, as they are! But she gazed up at his loving, trusting face, and knew she could never tell him the truth.
"I love you, Ellie," he said. "I love you no matter what they did to you."
She smiled and he dabbed her tears with his handkerchief.
"Yes, Jeffrey," she said. "I love you and I want to marry you."
And she knew now that the burden of her guilty secret would be hers alone to bear. She prayed that its heavy weight might lighten with the years.
