Not many novelists can write a book that skillfully combines sex, humor, and rampant action. Yet, in The Terrorists, author Bill Saxton has used all of these visceral elements and more, and the result is a rousing tale of a sensual young woman's discovery of her true self.
Annie Little wood is, as one of the characters in this book describes her, "one tough cunt". On page one she is virginal and vowing that she will submit only to a real male. By the time the book ends, twenty-four hours later, she has met not just one "real male", but almost a dozen ... and had a "real female" as well. It is this transformation in the midst of murder, intrigue and mayhem that makes Annie an unforgettable character. And the men who tame her, especially big Tim O'Farrell - who has to do it the first time while he and Annie are captive hanging by their heels head down from the rafters - are memorable also.
Author Bill Saxton (a pseudonym for one of Hollywood's and televisions's better known Western writers) spent four months in County Cork, Ireland, researching this novel. The result can be heard in the dialogue, can be felt with every explosive report of the stolen sub-machine guns used by the terrorists, and it can even be experienced in the candid sexual encounters between Annie and her men.
We think The Terrorists is going to enjoy a long and healthy publishing life, and we definitely feel it makes a contribution to the field of literature. That's why we take pride in presenting it to mature adult readers.
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Chapter One
For the first time she could remember, the huge old stone manor house overlooking the Atlantic was quiet. The men had all gone away somewhere and the girl Nora, who did the cooking and made the beds, was taking her night off to drink a few pints of Guinness at the local and chat it up with the lads. The glitter of her dark Irish eyes as she left had suggested she would maybe do more than chat. Well, Nora was only seventeen, so why shouldn't she have fun? Annie Littlewood thought. Nora was paid only 100 pounds a month, the equivalent of $250 American, to work almost twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, cooking, cleaning, washing clothes for the strange men who came to the house.
Annie considered herself lucky in the circumstances. The mysterious Mr. Denehy paid her 300 pounds - in dollars, $750 a month, to do nothing but see that the big estate was run properly, that there was always food prepared, no matter what the hour, that clothes -were available for the men who might call by, and that she would always be available for the telephone or radio transmitter. That was the hardest part of the job, hardly being able to leave it even for an hour. She wanted so much to be able to go down the lane that was highly-hedged at either side to the sea and walk barefoot through the soft white sand of the strand.
But it had been made clear when she went for the job interview that she was never to leave the big estate.
That had been one of the strangest experiences of her life, and she was twenty-three years old, a fine-boned blonde girl with unusually large breasts, a tiny waist, and hips which were at one and the same time lush yet taut-fleshed. Whenever she walked down a crowded street, she started a parade of men within a block, without trying. Being born in a permissive time in America, she had never been forced to wear a brassiere for reasons of modesty. Although her breasts had grown full and ripe, they needed no support, so she had never even tried on a brassiere, let alone bought and worn one. Annie felt no self-consciousness about her lushly ripened body, and was pleased that the males seemed to like to look at her. The occasional pinches were annoying, but she supposed every girl had to put up with that sort of thing.
Sometimes, she had been forced to fight them off, but that was no problem. She had been well trained in Aikido, which is a step ahead of judo, in which she had earned a brown belt. She was capable of killing with her hands, knees, elbows, feet. She had no fear of assault. She was a virgin only because no man had interested her enough. The experiments had always stopped short of completion.
Now, with a cup of thick coffee, black and bitter, she crossed her long, beautifully-tapered legs and stared around in what was called the office for lack of a better name. She wore only a minishift. There were no men in the house, so there was no reason to conceal the tight, blonde-curled slit of her pussy, and she felt more comfortable without panties. She would have been naked, except that at any instant, the doorbell might ring, and she would have to answer and take care of new visitors.
Annie Littlewood sipped her coffee and thought how strange it was she had gotten this job. And how fortunate she had been! Here she was, living in a manor house which had once belonged to an Irish lord, surrounded by thousands of acres of the most beautiful pasture she could imagine. The wind was soft and the rain rarely lasted more than an hour. Being paid a fabulous amount of money! The pastures were filled with fat, happy sheep and dairy cows, and a few bulls who seemed to like their work. She had no involvement with the farm. Somewhere, there was a man in charge of it. She had never met him. Her only duty was to run the big house.
She thought of how she had gotten the job. Weird!
Annie had been the victim of a travel agent who sold seats on an airplane which he hadn't bothered to book. She had found herself stranded in Ireland, and had no one from whom she could borrow money for the return fare to the States. She had been on the verge of going to the U S. Embassy when she saw the advertisment in the paper.
"Position for qualified housekeeper now open. Excellent salary. Manor house. Call to Mr. Denehy, Hotel Excelsior."
Without much hope, she had answered the ad. Mr. Denehy turned out to be a man of indeterminate age. He had silver hair but a young face. He might have been thirty, or he might have been sixty. He was lean and tanned and he spoke with a slight brogue.
"Ah, you're a fine, pretty colleen," he said, "But you look too young for the job."
"I'm twenty-three," Annie said. "I grew up in a motel and restaurant business. I know making beds and running a kitchen, and greeting people. I am accustomed to working day and night, Mr. Denehy."
"Ah, now these will be special guests," he said.
"Every guest is special."
"I do believe you might suit," he said.
They talked much longer, and finally he had driven her in a Rolls-Royce to the huge house, set on a hill overlooking the deep-green pastures and beyond them, the surging Atlantic.
"This is no hotel," he said. "It is a place where my friends come. They may arrive at any hour, and you will be expected to accommodate them, no matter what their needs. From time to time they will have business to discuss. You will never enter a room without knocking. Nor will you become friendly with them. That would be unwise."
"I know my place," she replied.
She almost fainted when he told her what she would be paid. It was a fabulous amount.
Now, bored, Annie was doing nothing but babysitting the radio and telephones. Once she had counted the bedrooms and found out there were thirty-two. Plus numerous parlors. Seven of them. She wondered how anyone could support such an immense place. She had not seen Mr. Denehy once since she had been hired, four months earlier. Her only visitor was the postman, who would stay for tea if he had time. Her only relief came when one of the visitors volunteered to stand by the phones while she went to the strand for a swim, and then she was required to carry a transceiver radio in case she was wanted. Happily, she had never been wanted. There was an ancient MG-TC for transport, and she enjoyed driving the bouncy little car down the hedged lanes.
She had no idea of what she was doing, or why. But she was in no position to ask questions.
Only one thing disturbed her - the men would not speak English, or at least English she could understand, in her presence. As soon as she entered a room, they would switch to Gaelic, or some language of their own. They might ask for tea, or that a lunch be packed, in ordinary English, but other than that, they spoke their own language. Yet they were polite, always addressing her as 'Miss', and making no advances. In accord with her instructions from Mr. Denehy, she always had a huge pot of soup on the back of the old wood stove, loaves of brown bread, and good beef ready to cook".
Now, relaxed, Annie was not expecting an invasion. She heard the car approaching, but gave it no attention. She was accustomed to cars in the middle of the night. The men, when they left, said they would be back later. The radio had been silent, as it usually was. The car, a Renault 12, turned into the drive, and two men carrying machine pistols ran around the rear of the house.
The two in the front kicked in the front door and came in behind carbines, bullets richocheting from the thick stone walls of the manor house. Startled, Annie instinctively dropped to the floor, lying flat, crawling under a table. Terrified, she knew she was in trouble.
"Shit, there's nobody here!" a voice said.
"The bastards were here! We saw them," another replied.
"They went away."
"For the love of Jesus!"
"To the North."
"Fucking bastards!"
"Nobody here?"
"I'm here," Annie called out. "Please don't shoot me! I'm only the housekeeper!"
"It sounds like a girl."
"By Jesus, it is a girl. Under that table!"
"What the bloody fucking hell is a girl doing under a table?"
"She's probably surprised. Drag her out of her hole and let's put it to her."
"Fuck her?"
"Not yet. Let's find out what she knows."
Annie Littlewood was dragged from under the table. She stared at the masked men in amazement and finally managed to speak.
"Who are you people? What do you want? We have no money here!" She shook her head, and her long blonde hair flailed the air. "I'm alone." She managed to collect herself, rise to her full height and continue. "Do all you big strong men need those guns? Are you so afraid of one woman?"
Her mind was reeling from the one word. FUCK!
She knew well what it meant!
They might decide to take her, make her a slave, abuse her young body brutally, and she would have no chance to resist. She built herself into being able to stare into their eyes with her own dark orbs. She knew how she must look, in the mini, with nothing at all under it, her breasts full and ripe, her nipples hardening with the sudden excitement. She was aware that they must all be able to see the tight slit of her cunt, and that they would be excited by it.
There were four of them, and she could not fight... not guns anyway. All she could do was gamble.
Lay her body on the line.
If they felt like it, they could rape her, and there was no way she could fight it off. Absolutely no way. All she could do was to stall for time, try to stay ahead of them.
She sensed her only hope was in shocking them, and she sought for a means of doing it. She stared at them for a long time, and it finally came to her that she would have to do something she had never done before - let men see her naked! Each of these men carried both a pistol and machine gun, and they had used them indiscriminately when they invaded the old manor house. Annie was sure they would shoot her as casually as they might swat a fly. She composed herself, and made her hands move as she spoke.
"I believe you intend to rape me," she said. "I can't fight all of you and all your guns. I would like to keep this dress intact... so ... "
Moving gracefully, she unzipped it and shrugged her shoulders out of the silk and let it drop to the floor. She stood in front of them, a naked blonde goddess. She heard their gasps of amazement at the sight of her voluptuously formed body. Closing her dark eyes, she ran her hands up her long tapering legs, over her soft-tufted pussy. Dipping a fmger into her warmly throbbing furrow, she opened the wet fleshy lips to show the coral-hued layers inside.
Staring boldly at them, the naked girl then ran her hands up over the smoothness of her belly to her firm and wide-set breasts. She held the softly quivering mounds in her hands, squeezing the nipples to hardness.
"I can't fight you ..." Annie said softly.
"Who fucks her first?" a voice asked.
"Merde! She's asking for it!" another answered.
"I bet she sucks cock!"
Annie had never been in such an obscene situation before. But she sensed she had to do something to survive. She believed she was close to death. Only by the grace of God had she been missed by the bullets which had scarred the old stone walls of the house. Whomever they were, these mad masked men meant business! They were after something which she could not possibly give!
She had no idea when Mr. Denehey's friends might return. When they went away, it might be for several days at a time. And if Nora found a lad she liked to chat it up with, she might not be home for hours! Having felt sorry for all the time Nora had to put in on her drudge-job, Annie had told her it was all right to stay out overnight on her days off. She had frequently seen Nora returning in the early morning hours, her face glowing, her entire body rosy, and she had known what had happened to Nora.
Nora had been with a man.
They had fucked.
She had envied Nora this freedom, this ability to yield her body and take pleasure in it.
Now, Annie Littlewood fully expected to be raped, and then quite likely killed. And there would be no pleasure in either act.
Seeing the lewdly-staring eyes roving over her naked body, she knew she had bought herself at least a few more minutes of life. Maybe enough time for someone to come to her rescue! She couldn't think who might do that - the men had all gone away, and she had no idea when others might come.
"I am only a woman," she said. "I don't have a gun. Are you so afraid of me you have to be masked and point machine guns at me?"
She thought of the troubles in the North, in Occupied Ireland. The bombings and shootings where innocent people died, because they happened to be Catholic or Protestant, or just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She knew she had only one hope - to stay just a little bit ahead of their thinking, these obvious murderers. Possibly one would have some compassion.
What was that ridiculous phrase? DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR!
Annie Littlewood did not want to die. But she knew she would do anything to stay alive a few more hours. And she could tell from their eyes through the masks that they did not want to kill her - yet! They might rape her, but she could survive rape. Perhaps they would exhaust themselves on her helpless young body and then she would have a chance to escape into the verdant green fields.
Annie thought of how the ritual executions were carried out. The victim was usually made to kneel, and then shot in the back of the head.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"If you don't tell us what we want to know ..." one of the men said.
"After we've fucked you," another put in. "Where's that Denehy?"
"I don't know. I only saw him once."
"Where the hell's the rest of the guys?"
"I don't know that either." She breathed deeply, making her firm, out-thrusting breasts rise. "I am only the housekeeper." She saw the wanton lust in their eyes, and the long, deadly barrels of the guns, and she said, "If you are going to kill me, please give me a minute. I would like to make my peace."
Slowly she knelt, folding her beautiful body, and her hands clasped. She bowed her head, and her lips moved silently as her eyelids closed.
And then, she whispered, "I am ready. Please - behind the ear. One bullet."
"Damn, I think she means it!" a voice said. "Hate to kill that beautiful fuckin" another replied.
"She's acting."
"I want to go now," Annie said. "I can't tell you anything, and I would rather go now. Please, one bullet."
"I don't think she's acting. Besides, she knows things we need. Maybe we can fuck them out of her!"
One of the men pulled her to her feet. When he released her, Annie dropped to her knees again and said, "Please - if you have any mercy - kill me now! One bullet. In the neck! I can't tell you anything! I don't know anything!"
She bent her head and with her fingers pulled up the long hair, baring her neck and ears. With her index finger she pointed to a spot just below and behind her right ear and said, "There, please."
"This cunt has balls," a voice said.
"She doesn't give a damn if she lives or dies?"
"I don't think she does."
"We should fuck her first."
"It would be a shame to waste that fine ass."
The wounding words poured into Annie Littlewood's ears. She realized they thought of her as a piece of meat, and now she wanted to die, with whatever dignity she could keep. In the end, they would kill her anyway, so it might as well be now. Before she had to endure God only knew what depravity. She no longer expected anyone to rescue her. That only happened in fiction. Slowly she looked from one to another of the masked faces, and spoke again.
"If none of you has the courage to murder me, let me have a gun and one bullet. Or a knife." She took a deep breath. "Or I am going to walk out, and you'll have to shoot me in the back." She looked at them scornfully. "I suppose you're good at that."
"Tie her down," one of them said. "She means it."
"Where?"
"In one of the bedrooms."
"You think she'll talk?"
"She'll either talk or get fucked silly. Who's got the rope?"
Sensing that her only chance of survivaly lay in challenging their manhood, she rose from her knees and laughed.
"Four of you! With guns! And you're afraid of one naked woman! Hiding behind masks!" She shook her head, and her pale blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders as her heavy breasts bounced. She felt their eyes raping her. She forced herself to look squarely into their eyes, hoping the terror she felt didn't show in her own eyes. Her knees were weak and she had never been so humiliated in her life. Here, naked, with strangers who would probably rape her. She knew she could somehow endure the rape, or whatever other vile thing they might think of... if only she could survive the night, Mr. Denehy or some of his friends might come by. Even the postman. He would see the strange car and hopefully become suspicious and go for help. He was an old man, but as a youth he had been in the Irish Republican Army, with Big Mac Collins. Over a cup of tea, he had told her many stories of the time of the Troubles, the Black and Tans. He had told her of the Forty Steps at Inch Strand, and the smuggling of guns which still went on. She was sure he knew of everything that was happening in the North, and would be suspicious of a strange car in the drive. He would have sense enough not to call the Garda, the Irish police. He would find people who would come quietly. She looked at the men with scorn and, trying to keep the fear from her voice, said, "You don't have the courage to kill me. Or let me have a gun to kill myself. You want a rope to tie me up - in a house that has stone walls three feet thick! You know what you are! In America they have a word for it! The first part is 'Chicken'! You can imagine the rest! 'Hiding behind masks, with guns, and you're afraid of me'!"
As she spoke, her voice rose in pitch and volume. She looked into their eyes, and began to even believe what she was saying. She forgot her obscene nakedness and her humiliation, and her fear began to go away, to be replaced by righteous anger. It flashed through her mind that she would not allow herself to die easily. She had the Aikido training ... unless they shot her, she could take at least one of them before she died, have that little satisfaction. And she knew she had another, unspoken weapon. She was female and naked, and they were- staring at her like ravenous beasts. That would slow them down. She might even be able to take two before one of them shot her. She was sure she would die if it came to violence.
But she would not die alone.
Annie wanted to scream every filthy word she had ever heard or seen scrawled on a toilet at them, but sensed that would only weaken her position.
Naked in front of their leering eyes, she had only her dignity, and she could not afford to lose that.
"There is a big bedroom upstairs. It has a four-poster bed you can tie me to. That should make you feel safer, knowing I won't jump out a window thirty feet from the ground. I might hurt myself."
With a look of contempt, she turned from them and began to climb the curving marble staircase, past dusty oil portraits of the men and women who had lived in the old house in past centuries. She held her head high and moved with the grace of a big jungle cat. The taut muscles of her ass-cheeks clenched firmly as she climbed. She knew they must be looking at the tight, blonde-fringed slit of her cunt, and the thought of even such a lewd thing strangely excited her. She wondered what they might do when they tied her naked to the big bed? Rape her? Of course they would! She thought of how many times in the past she had been with boys - men - to whom she had wanted to yield, to satisfy her own desires as well as theirs, and had not given in because she hadn't felt she loved them.
How much better to have opened her legs then, and let them fill her yearning pussy, than face this!
At least, she would have fucked for the first time with someone she liked!
Now she could hope only that the first of these men would take her quickly, break her maidenhead in one firm, thrusting lunge, and be in her! She had no fear of the pain - it was something which every woman has to endure one time. She knew that her body was built to take a man, and she realized she had waited too long.
It was just such a shame it happened this way, with no love. She wondered how long it would take them all to spend their lust in her virgin body ... if they would use her only once, or rebuild their energies and mount her time after time?
She heard them climbing the marble stairway behind her, the rhythmic slap of their holstered guns on their hips. She wondered just how far she could push her contempt for them, sensing with one wrong word, she could bring on her death.
The thought of that made her stand straighter as she walked ahead of them down a carpeted hallway to a big room.
Annie Littlewood determined that she would die with dignity, if she had to die. If possible, she would survive. But she would not crawl, or beg for her life.
One thing puzzled her - she had not been able to pick out the leader. All four seemed to be equal.
She knew that in every group, there must be a leader. Yet no one of these had taken command. With her eyes and her scorn, she had brought them this far, buying time. And, she knew, the purchase price of that extra time was the sight and promise of her naked body. The thought of what her body must soon endure repelled her. She was sure of what would happen once they tied her to the bed. They would bury their rampant penises in her tender cunt-flesh. Or do other, more unthinkable things to her. Hadn't one of them used the words "Suck my cock?"
Annie told herself she must submit with only a token struggle. She knew that men, once they had spent themselves on a woman's body, would become lethargic. When she had been ravished, she might have a chance to escape ... or kill one or more of them.
For the moment, she could only, as the British say, keep a stiff upper lip. She opened a door into a big bedroom as they crowded behind her. She forced herself to speak with scorn and not fear in her voice.
"You can see there's only a casement window which had to be cranked open. It's over thirty feet to the courtyard below." She drew her hands over her voluptuous naked body. "You can see I don't have a rope ladder handy. If you want to tie me to the bed ..."
"This is one tough cunt," one of the masked man said.
"She's right. She can't go anywhere!"
"Tie her to the bed anyhow. Like you say, she's a tough cunt. She could fake us out."
"I never been faked out by a cunt in my life."
"If you think that, you're an asshole. Tie her."
One had found some rope. In minutes, Annie was tied, spread-eagled, arms and legs stretched wide, the tight young slit of her cunt completely vulnerable. She did not resist. She tried to shut it all out of her mind. She expected that at any moment they would start matching coins to see who climbed onto her trembling flesh first.
The obscene way in which they had tied her began to arouse Annie. She thought of herself, helpless, being repeatedly raped by these masked men with guns. She felt her nipples rising in the pale, coral-hued areoles of her breasts and her cunt-lips filling with blood and dilating, and the juices beginning to flow in her loins. Within her bonds, she began to writhe. She strained at the ropes which held her, in anticipation, because there was no hope of escape. She ground her hips against the mattress and thrust up her pubic mound in preparation for what was going to happen.
"Do it," she gasped! "Do whatever you're going to do! Get it over with!"
"Can't remember a cunt wanting to fuck so much," a voice said.
"Take a look at that sweet little pussy!"
"It's too pretty to fuck. I'm gonna eat it."
"You'll be tastin' my cum."
"You think you're getting her first?"
"You want to fight or wrestle to see who goes?"
"Shit, she's cumming just being tied up like that."
"Some cunts are that way." "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you got to tie them up and then put the meat to them. Otherwise, they never make it."
"Who gives a shit if she makes it or not?" "A girl who's cumming is always better fucking." "Juicier."
"Yeah. I think this one's cumming already. Look at that pussy wink!" "Eatin' stuff."
"Stick a finger in her and see how ready she is."
"Stick a tongue in her and taste it - then you know."
Annie Littlewood had never heard such obscene, vile talk in her life. For a moment, she wished she could die. Yet at the same time, she sensed their coarseness was possibly her only means of escape. If only she could use them against one another!
She saw herself in a mirror, helplessly tied to a huge bed. They still had their guns and masks, and she wondered why they bothered. Now, immobilized, she had only one weapon.
Her beautiful body.
If she could get them to fight for it... then she might have a chance.
There would be one survivor, if they fought.
And he would take her, no doubt with violence.
But before she died, she wanted to experience a man between her legs, his hotly throbbing cock ramming hard into her yielding cunt, his muscular body straining over hers, hear him panting as he thrusted himself into her body.
She had to have it once before she died.
She had to fuck, one time.
Oh, how could she be thinking of such a thing? Annie didn't know, because she had never wanted anything like that to happen to her. She had remained a virgin because she had never found a man to love.
Yet now she wanted to be fucked! The juices were gushing from her cunt. She could smell her aromatic fragrance in the room. She fought for the strength to say the word.
And she knew that only by making the most lewd suggestion could she have a hope of diverting them. If they would rape her, in turn, it might give her time enough for help to come. She looked from one to another of the masked faces and braced herself for the ordeal of saying the loathsome words which she would have to say. She tried to read there in their masked faces some understanding, some compassion. One man, taller than the others, leaner and more muscular, seemed to show some pity for her tied body. When the other three were looking away, when she thought she had a few seconds, she silently mouthed the words. 'Talk to me. Alone."
His eyes told her he had understood her silent message, but he did nothing immediately. He waited an interminable length of time, until there was a sound of a car coming from somewhere. Then, "It could be Denehy or his lads coming! Go below. Don't shoot them. We need them alive. Stand a close watch! Denehy is a smart bugger - he'll probably go past and then return afoot, so you spread out. We shouldn't have left the car where he could see."
With leering glances at her naked body, they left. She could tell they wanted to fondle her naked flesh, but they were afraid to.
She had found the leader, and now she had to lead him. Annie wet her lips and strained against her bonds, trying to become a bit more comfortable. She had no hope of escape - yet. With the darting pink tip of her tongue, she wet her lips. She saw the man carried a heavy fighting knife, in addition to a Colt automatic .45 pistol and a lever-action 300 Savage model 99 carbine. Something about him told her he could use all the weapons.
Now she had to use the only one she had -her virginal body.
"They've gone away," he said. "Would you have a smoke?" He took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and lit two, holding one out to her lips for her to puff on it. He shook his head. "Sorry about this. You're so pretty. I believe you really don't know what it's all about."
Annie Lit tie wood inhaled the smoke gratefully. It might well be her last cigarette. And this man seemed to be not so cruel and crude as the others. He was a hard, lean man, but she sensed that whatever he had to do to her, he would do it regretfully.
"I don't know anything," she said. "I'm only the housekeeper."
"I think I believe you." He blew smoke and said, "I saw some brandy on a sideboard below. It may be strange, but could I offer you a drink?"
"That would be nice," she said, trying to buy more time. Minute by minute, she had to survive. She looked to the ropes which held her captive and managed a smile with her full, sensuous lips. "I'm afraid our situation is a bit strange. You'll have to hold the glass for me."
"My pleasure," he said, "And stop trying to be bloody British."
"I didn't know it showed."
"Luv, everything shows. And its magnificent," he said, letting his eyes travel over the lush curves of her spread-eagled body. In moments, he returned, carrying two snifters of Hines cognac. He held one to her lips and said, "Mr. Denehy has good taste in his drink."
"I don't know anything about Mr. Denehy. I just work here."
"That bloke was right when he said you were a tough one." He held the glass to her lips again and she sipped, silently thanking him with her eyes. He looked over the lush, sleek curves of her body, and shook his head as he said, "You're not going to beg."
"What good would that do?"
"None."
"So you have to kill me." She stared into his eyes and said, "I know you can do it quickly ... and that you won't like it... but... please ... get the thing done!"
"I can ... if I have to. I don't want to."
"I understand," she whispered. "I tried to ask you to stay because ... because the others might have hurt me. You will do it quickly, with the knife or the gun." Her eyes burned into his. "Please do it now!"
"No!" he said instantly, returning her look. "You wanted something more when you whispered to me."
"It doesn't matter."
"It does to me."
Annie sighed. She knew this man would kill her if she forced him. For some reason, he was a desperate man. Yet he was sincere in demanding an answer from her. She had to make herself speak the word.
"Please ... fuck ... me!" she whispered. "And take off your mask. I want to see your face!" "What!"
"Please fuck me! Before you kill me. I want to know what it's about before I die!" "I don't understand," he said. "I'm a virgin. I've never had a man. I - I had to force myself to say "FUCK!" Under the restraining ropes, she writhed, her wet, warmly throbbing pussy opening and closing, her thighs clenching, her nipples hardening. "Please ... do it to me! Then kill me! But let me know what a man feels like! Make me a woman! For God's sake, once before I die!"
"I don't believe it," he whispered. "Not at your age."
"Touch me there," she said. "You should be able to feel. I - I'm I guess you say hot. I want a man before I die! Please fuck me!"
She made herself squirm on the bed, and realized it was not all an act! She did want this experience, once in her life! It had been so hard to say FUCK, but once it was out of her mouth, it was easier. She did want a man to put his penis into her vagina and take away her hymen, even if he might have to kill her.
The captive blonde girl felt his hands moving over her body, cupping the tingling mounds of her breasts, then moving lower, over her belly and around the rich swell of her wide-spread thighs, down over her knees and up over the sensitive inner flesh, caressing the blonde-haired fringe of her nakedly exposed cunt.
And, finally, penetrating her, stretching the cuntal lips with his outstretched middle finger until he reached the tight membrane barrier of her maidenhead.
"Oooooh," she gasped, writhing on the bed. "Damn, you are a virgin!" he said. Teasing and tantalizing, his hand moved over the soft fleshy lips of her wetly dilating cunt, and her liquid passion began to flow sweetly from her, against her will. Within the bounds of the ropes, her body undulated in slow, sensual rhythm and she began to breathe deeply. She thought of stories she had read of men who were going to the gallows, and how they always had an erection at the moment the noose was pulled tight around their necks and then, at the instant of death, ejaculated one final time. She had thought it fictional, but now realized it was true.
Expecting to die, she desperately wanted to conceive a child in her womb, to continue her life with new flesh. She felt his lingers moving with a surprising gentleness, opening the blood-swollen lips of her tight little cunt. She thrust up at his hand, felt his middle linger slip into her hotly palpitating pussy to the first knuckle, touching her maidenhead again.
Insanely, she wanted his long thick penis up inside her belly instead.
"Please," she whispered. "Do it to me."
"Do what?"
"Fuck me ... oh, Fuck me!"
"I don't go around doing that to girls who are tied up," he said.
"You're going to kill me. Or they will come back and kill me," she murmured.
"It could come to that," he admitted.
She ground her pelvis up against his hand, feeling her virginal pussy flesh being stretched, needing more, needing him - all of him ... his cock! The obscene vision of what she look like, tied and tightly bound, her long legs splayed open, his finger slowly - tantalizingly - fucking her. Her rapidly rising and falling breasts became hotter and her nipples hardened until she felt they were going to burst. Every inch of her naked young flesh tingled. The lewd sensations she was feeling shamed her but she could not contain them. Somehow, seeing the terrorist leader looming above her, she no longer thought she might be able to talk her way out of this situation.
But she desperately wanted a man in her, just once!
An obscene and wanton desire, she knew, but perhaps forgivable in the circumstances. She could feel the hot impatient fluids running from her urgent pussy, making her sleek inner thighs and the crevice of her ass-cheeks slick and hot and ready. She could see the long rod of male flesh bulging in his pants and knew he wanted her desperately too. His finger was moving maddeningly in her moistly heated cunt, stretching her maidenhead, and she rose to meet it, wanting more of the wildly exciting sensation.
"Untie my legs," she murmured.
"So you can kick me in the balls," he responded.
"So I can hold you when you go into me." She looked squarely into his eyes, and he realized she meant it. The girl expected to die, and wanted this one experience. He could feel her tight young pussy, hot and wet and ready for him, and the hardness of her aroused clitoris at the top of her flexing cunt. It would be a new experience to fuck a girl who was tied and helpless. Tied hand and foot. But better if she could wrap those long, smooth, soft-fleshed legs around his buttocks while he was doing it. And he knew she would fuck hard - would ride him like a horse - if she had some freedom to move. Her eyes said she would fuck violently. They were locked on the hardness of his cock that was bulging his black pants, and she begged, "Please!"
He looked down at her nakedly helpless body and decided to test her. He said, "How about if I just stick it in your mouth?"
Annie gasped. The idea was totally revolting to her. Her eyes closed tight and she turned her head away, and she remembered vividly a story which Nora had told her once. She had hardly believed it at the time.
Nora had actually taken a man's penis into her mouth and sucked it until eventually he had cum that way! Nora had been feeling her drinks when she recited the tale, and for several days after, had been unable to look Annie in the eye.
"I was with Larry Murphy, the big lad from the farm," Nora had said. "We were at the Red Boar, chatting it up, having some Guinness. I like Larry a lot. We went driving in his Austin, and he ran it off the road because he had his hand on me leg instead of the wheel, and we both sat and laughed like fools! There was no way to get the car out without a tractor. The hay had just been cut and we went walking through it. We came to a stack and, you know, started fooling. And that was all he could do ... fool around!
"I was in the mood, and he couldn't, no matter how I played. I put my head on his belly and cried, I wanted a man so much, and he felt terrible. He tossed around on the hay, and somehow my head slid down until the wee limp thing was touching my cheek, and me holding it in my fingers. It brushed across me lips, just the tip of it, and when it did, he jerked and I felt it begin to swell. Right there in me hand! He sort of held me head and brought it back to me lips, and in that instant, I felt it getting bigger and bigger. He held me mouth to it, and I touched it with me tongue ... I kissed it... I couldn't stop kissing it... I opened me mouth and his hand was on me head and I sucked it all in. He got so hard! I wanted him in me cunt, but he held me head and I liked it and just sucked it! And then he got bigger after a long time and squirted his juice in me mouth ..."
"Oh, God!" Annie had said.
"We do it that way all the time now," Nora had replied. "I dearly love the taste of him."
Annie had almost not believed it, but Nora was such an honest, simple girl, she would not he about something so intimate.
Now this masked man was asking her to do the same.
"No!" she said resolutely. "I've heard about that. I want a man the real way ... at least the first time!"
"You mean it!"
"I do," she said. "I want to feel you in my body."
"I don't think I can touch you." Slowly, his finger withdrew from the moistly clasping lips of her virginal cunt. "Not that way."
"If you don't, they will... you know what they'll do to me."
"I won't let them," he said, and she felt he meant it.
"Will you kill them? You'll have to kill them."
"Ican't do that."
"Then please do it to me ... I want you to be first. I really do! I don't want it at all, but if I'm going to have to die, I want to know what it's like. One time."
"Why me?"
"You'll try to make it good for me," she said, looking into his eyes without her gaze wavering. "Untie my ankles and - and I'll try to make it good for you! And please - I don't know what any of this is all about... but they won't believe that... please do it to me and then kill me quickly, before the others can touch me."
"By God, you're really not afraid to die," he said.
"I am afraid!" she snapped back. "Of course, I'm afraid! I'm just asking the one thing. One time ... make me a woman ... then ..."
"If I did, I could never let them touch you. Maybe that's the thing that's in your mind."
"Do it and get it over with," she said abjectly.
"Damn it, you're asking for it!" he shot back.
"If I'm going to get it, I might as well ask," she said, curling her lip in scorn. The tone of her voice said she was spitting on him. She wriggled on the bed. Against her will, the situation was exciting to her. Masked men invading the big house, the threat of death, herself being helplessly tied and the prospect of the first -maybe also the last - real sexual experience of her life - were almost sending her into a fantasy world where the swirling fogs of masochistic enjoyment were blanking out her reasoning. She could hardly believe it. Yet she knew the burning hunger in her eagerly pulsating cunt which he had so deftly probed, was real. Real as that thick rod of virile flesh bulging in his pants. She drew a deep breath, and the twin mountains of her breasts rose abruptly as she strained to become more comfortable-in her bonds. With a coolness she didn't think she possessed, she said, "Untie my ankles. I can respond better if my legs are free."
"Damn me for a duke's bastard - I think you mean it!" he said.
"I mean it," she said calmly. "There's an old saying ... when rape's inevitable, lie back and enjoy it."
"It's not inevitable," he said. "You invited me."
"As the best of several poor choices," Annie retorted. She raised up enough to see her spread-eagled form. She knew now this man was a mercenary of some kind, a soldier of fortune. Her legs were splayed wide - he could have easily raped her long ago. She was securely tied, but not painfully. She knew this man was an expert in everything he did in his profession. She was not quite sure what his mission was yet. She sighed and said, "I'm sorry ... about 'the best of several bad choices' remark ... whatever you're doing, I don't think you have much choice, and you probably feel worse about this than I do."
"The girl is practicing psychology without a license." He grinned and held another cigarette to her lips. "You think on your feet ....or rather, on your back. You could damn near fake me out."
"I'm trying to stay alive," Annie said.
"You're not afraid of me?"
"Of course I'm afraid of you," she said. "But more afraid of the others. They would - hurt me. Whatever you do, you will do quickly and cleanly." She was silent for a moment, and then continued. "I don't think you like this. I think you feel ashamed ... that you would like to go away. But you can't, because they're out there. You'd have to take the three of them."
"There are six others," he said. "I couldn't take them all. Or get away from those who didn't come."
"I know Aikido," she said. "I can take some."
"There'd be more and more and then more," he replied. "Sorry ... you're a gutsy girl... but no!"
"What do you really want?" Annie said.
"Denehy. We want Denehy."
"I don't know where Mr. Denehy is," she said. "I don't even know who Mr. Denehy is, if you want the truth. I really am nothing but a housekeeper!"
He held the glass to her sensuous lips and she sipped more of the brandy. He gave her another long puff on the cigarette, then stubbed it out in an ashtray and began to pace the big room.
"Please do it to me before they come back," she whispered. "Please!"
"Be quiet, luv, I'm. thinking," he said. He whirled toward her, his cold smoke-gray eyes burning into hers. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't know where Denehy is!"
"I swear it!" she blurted. "I don't even know who he is, where he lives. This is my room. In the bureau you'll find a checkbook showing the deposits made into my account. They come from a bank in London. I met the man only once!"
"He never comes to talk to you?"
"Never! I talk to him on the phone. Or the radio. But very ordinary things. If he wants to talk to one of the men who are here, I am sent out of the room!" Annie grimaced. "That's the bad part of this job ... those men ... I don't mean they've ever been forward, but they scare me!"
"And well they should."
"You look ridiculous with that Lone Ranger mask," Annie said.
"I foel ridiculous," he admitted. But there's a reason for it - which I may tell you later if you live." Below in the big house, there was the sound of a heavy door opening, and heavy-booted footsteps. Quickly he said, "If you want to stay alive, submit. No matter how disgusting it may be. These blokes will make a game of giving you a choice of how you service them. They won't hurt you, but they'll want you."
"I'm not sure I quite understand," the frightened girl said.
"Your mouth or your arse," he said, "Or here!" Again his hand went to rub sinuously over her lubricious cunt. "If you've saved it this long - you're so damn pretty - I'd like to be the first there."
"You could be the first, ahead of them," she said in a defeated tone. "I've begged you already!"
"Now there's no time! It would have to be pure rape! I've never known a virgin." Under the mask he grinned lewdly and then continued. "I can always be the first in whichever other way you choose."
"I think I want to be sick," she said.
"You don't have time to be sick. They're on the stairway now!"
Chapter Two
"I might feel a bit better if I had some sort of name for you," she whispered.
"If you knew my name, you would have to be killed."
"Ooooh!" Annie Littlewood began to become frightened again. "I can't just say, 'Hey, you' every time."
"Then we will think of one," he said, rubbing his chin. "What would you think of 'Sanson'?"
For a moment she was puzzled. The name had a familiar ring to it. And then she remembered!
"The family of public executioners in Paris!" she gasped.
"It fits my line of work," he said, with a grin. One eye winked at her from behind the mask. "Now my friends are in the hallway. They will say things to shock and frighten you. You would be wise to be shocked and frightened. Don't anger them. They are in a dangerous business and sometimes react violently." His eyes pinned her. "I will be here - the first with you. If you even look like you're going to mention anything I've said, I'm going to have to kill you instantly. That's not a threat - it's a promise."
"I believe you," she whispered.
The door banged open and the three men with guns and masks strode into the huge room.
"Nothing," one of them said. "Just a bloke fucking his bird." He jerked his head at the bound form of Annie Littlewood. He looked completely casual with a machine pistol slung over his shoulder. "This one going to tell us what we want to know - or do we have to fuck it out of her?"
"She's a stubborn cunt," the one who called himself Sanson said. "Still claims to be just a housekeeper, that's all - that she's never seen Denehy but once."
"Bullshit!" another snorted. "Her with a short-wave radio and three telephones! There's not a dozen phones in twenty miles."
"For the love of God!" Annie cried. She strained against her bonds helplessly. She had deceived herself for a few minutes into thinking that Sanson possibly had begun to feel something for her, that she could make him trust her, believe that what she said was the truth. But with him saying so coldly and casually, 'She's a stubborn cunt,' she had begun to lose hope again. She knew these men were totally deadly - they had obviously expected to find others in the big house when they burst in - otherwise, why had they used the machine pistols? The roaring of the Thompson guns- had nearly deafened her, and she again felt the cold stone of the floor as she had dived under the table, expecting to die at any moment. Hearing the smack of bullets on the thick stone walls. She cried out, "Would I be tied like this if I could tell you anything? I'm not - not brave!"
"She is a pretty bird," one of them said with a salacious grin showing under his mask. "Glad we didn't shoot her too soon."
Something began to nag at Annie's memory. She could not pin it down. It was something out of fantasy, the theater. It was something from all the John Wayne movies she had ever seen. And Robert Stack in The Untouchables and The
Name of the Game and The Action Man. There was nothing unreal about these men, even with the masks. She knew of the trouble in occupied Ireland, all the bombings and murders and maimings. She was sure they meant business, but couldn't fix in her mind what - their real business might be. There was a small piece, somewhere, which didn't fit... well, it wouldn't come to her yet... maybe, if they let her live, in time. She had no doubt they would use her and possibly kill her. If only she could stay alive until whatever it was that was buried in her subconscious would surface, she might have a chance. Now Sanson was leaning over her. He rubbed her cunt and worked a finger into the soft, moist depths of it until she could feel the tip stretching her maidenhead. She writhed against it, closing her eyes against the obscene leers of the others, wishing he would, with one thrust, end the tantalizing, sweet torture, ram his finger into her and at least end this one part of the torture!
"Oooooh!" she moaned. But he pulled his hand away.
"This bird is hot," one of the men said. "We should fuck her now! Before Denehy or his buckosshow up!"
"Shit, I'm hot from seeing that kid fuck his bird down the road!" another said. "Did you hear her moaning? She sure wanted it!"
"She sure got it!"
"Right out there in the damn pasture, with all that moon! The way her legs flew up in the air and grabbed his ass when he went into her!"
"She must have broken his fucking back!"
"These farmer boys are rugged," another said. "One came after me once. I had to use a cosh on him."
"This bird is bloody well prettier."
Had Annie's hands been free, she would have covered her face in shame and humiliation. She could imagine how she must look to their lascivious eyes - absolutely naked, tied to an antique four-poster bed, her legs spread wide so that only by clenching her cunt-muscles could she keep her pale-haired pussy slit closed! Her firm young breasts upthrust and bared! And she realized that the way they were talking of her, of sex, was exciting her too. She was sure they would ravish her and could only hope that they were so interested in their own pleasure that they would try to last long enough in her that they would not rip her apart!
But the one who seemed to be the leader had said they would give her a choice of ways to submit.
And what a choice! Rape or sodomy. Or use her mouth!
The thought of any one sickened her. She wished so much now that she had yielded to the men before, the men she had known over the years, and opened her legs and let them enter her tight virgin pussy! Then, this would not be so vile, so disgusting to her. She writhed on the bed, grinding her taut-muscled ass-cheeks down on it, feeling the warm wetness of her own unwanted desire running from herdilatingcunt. She wanted desperately to have it be with a man she at least liked, having a warmly throbbing penis in her cunt for the first time! She wished Sanson had taken her as she had in desperation begged him to - but now it was too late. Much too late!
The thought of a long thick penis ramming up into her rectum was unthinkable! She was sure she would really rather die than permit that - and she knew that, if they decided to do it to her that way, to force her to tell them things she didn't know and couldn't guess at, she would be helpless.
Annie recalled Nora talking about the way she had sucked Larry Murphy's penis, and her saying they did it all the time that way now. And how much she liked sucking it until he came in her mouth. Well, she couldn't understand how a girl could like such a vile thing. But it might be more endurable than the other alternatives. She was sure that once one of them actually fucked her, the others would follow.
Beneath their masks, they were leering at her lewdly splayed naked young body. Two of them fondled her, pinching her nipples, making them elongate and harden against her will, cruelly caressing her full quivering breasts and then, discovering she was ticklish, tantalizing her with little scrapings of their fingernails along the soft inner flesh of her upper thighs and down all the way to the soles of her feet. Annie writhed and moaned, thrashing on the bed, straining against her bonds. She felt her body arousing, wanting something!
"Ooooooh ... aaauuuggghhhh!" she moaned, and at the same time couldn't stop herself from giggling, the tickling was so much. With the lewd, searching hands roaming over her tender young flesh, she humped her back up as a hand slid into the wet crease of her ass-cheeks and began to probe. She had never experienced anything like this in her young life! She knew how wanton her moans of desire must sound, but couldn't help herself! Her rolling eyes found those of Sanson behind his mask, and with them she silently begged him to send the others away, and bring her to the completion she so desperately needed at this moment! Her mouth formed the words without sound. "Fuck me ... oh, please fuck me before they do!"
Did she seen an almost imperceptible wink of understanding? Possibly it was her imagination. He had looked away in the same instant, so she could not find his eyes again to confirm her hope. But then he spoke in a voice of command.
"Ah, now, lads," he said. "Let's not all fight over the same piece of meat at once. You know you can't ever wear one of those out. We'll cast the die for her, and take our turn."
"I always wind up with a fuckin' wet deck," one complained.
"This deck is already wet as sheep dip," another said, reaching to fondle the damp, tightly-curling blonde hairs which fringed Annie's tight little pussy. "What a cunt!"
"We've not a thing to eat since high tea," another, this one with a Cockney accent said, grinning lewdly under his mask. "I think I could eat some of that!"
Annie closed her eyes and tried to convince herself it wasn't happening, that men couldn't be so vile! Yet she could feel their hands moving over her unwillingly-responsive flesh, arousing her. She could not help herself, and thought again of the man going to the gallows, to his death and his final orgasm.
She had never known an orgasm in her life. Thinking of this, she realized this was why she had asked the man to put his virilely hardened penis into her body. She knew that her carnal desires were aroused. She had to have it one time! And now Sanson was standing over the bed, his eyes making the others pull back.
In his hands he casually tossed a pair of dice into the air and caught them again, rattling them in the palm of his hand as he said, "Annie, one last chance."
"I don't know anything about Mr. Denehy ... or what's going on here," she said, fighting to hold back the frustration.
"A real tough cunt," one of the masked men said.
"You were told what you could expect," Sanson said. "I promised you three choices. I keep my promises." His cold grey eyes locked on hers. "We will cast dice to see in which order we take you - and how many times. Now, girl, how will you have it! In your cunt, your mouth or your ass!"
She returned his stare, hoping to see some of what she thought she had seen before, but there was nothing but coldness in his gaze. He clicked the dice in his hand as the others leered at her naked form.
"I think ... I think I would like to die," she whispered, her eyes rolling from one to another.
"You don't have that choice," Sanson said cruelly.
"Then ..." she knew she was defeated. They would take her, one way or another. She felt her wetly heated cunt dilating and beginning to flex in anticipation, the vaginal glands beginning to release even more lubricants to coat the straining muscles of her ass, and she thought again of the alternatives. To invite them to sodomize her was unthinkable! And, as if in a fantasy, she wanted to keep her maidenhead intact, in case she survived this nightmare and could surrender it to a male whom she could at least like, if not be in love with! She thought how she must look, splayed open, vulnerable to anything they might intend to do to her virgin body. She sensed Sanson must be not only a soldier-of-fortune, but a psychologist. He was playing with her.
At one moment almost solicitious, leading her on. In the next, hard and promisingly cruel, without a hint of potential mercy in him. The remembered movies nagged her again - there was something in her memory which could help her if only she could pin it down! But that was hopeless at the moment. As hopeless as her own situation. She wondered if they would take her one at a time, or all be crowded around the bed, watching her degradation in turn. She sighed deeply, resigning herself to whatever would follow.
"If - I - really - have - a - choice," she whispered, "My mouth ... put yourselves in my mouth!"
Annie could see the visibly throbbing outline of their lust-hardened penises bulging inside their dark pants. She knew how debasing it would be for her ... yet she had no choice. She had to do something to stay alive! The thought of opening her lips and accepting a man's thick penis between them was almost impossible for her to contemplate, yet she knew she would have to do it - or something infinitely worse!
"That's your choice," Sanson said. "We will roll the dice now." Again he tossed and caught them in the air with a click. Under the mask, his lips grinned lewdly, and he reached to finger her wetly pulsing cunt again, but not going deep.
Annie tossed on the bed, against her restraints, and wished this one would do it to her now. She could not bear the thought of submitting to all of them ... if only Sanson would make her a woman ...
And then have the mercy to kill her quickly before she had to undergo the degradation the others would surely put her through ...
They were rolling the single die on the dressing table, and she heard Sanson say, "Ace high, deuce low!"
She did not know what the phrase meant, but from their lewd laughter, she knew it was understood among them. She thought that, if she had freedom of movement and any piece of metal, she would manage to cut her throat, or at least the carotid artery, and be dead in minutes, and be spared this final indignity. But she was tied hand and foot, and had no way to resist. Whatever they decided to do to her they would do. She had no way to avoid it. She thought of how it would be to have to take their hotly throbbing penises into her mouth and suck them ... and almost spoke out to tell them she had changed her mind, and would rather be fucked. Only the realization that her body might respond to that stopped her. She did not want to give these men anything like her own desires which might be wantonly and lewdly aroused.
Turning her head, she saw the single die being cast, and heard the numbers called out.
"A four ... shit!"
"That makes you the man in the middle."
The dice bounced again, and a voice said, "Shit, a deuce!"
"That's low."
"Lower than whale shit!"
"By the time you get to her, she'll be a hell of a good cocksucker!"
"Her belly will be full of cum!"
Then she saw Sanson sweep up the single die and toss it high in the air, juggling it for a tantalizing moment in his hands before letting it drop. Their eyes followed it, and she heard him say one word.
"Ace!"
So he would be the first one! She was perversely glad that it had been Sanson who won the toss ... at least she had been able to talk to him ... and he didn't seem to be such an animal as the others.
"How's this son of a bitch always get to go first!" a voice asked from behind a mask.
"He brought the fuckin' dice!"
"You lads get the hell out," Sanson said. "I get her first." He casually reached toward the heavy pistol on his hips and caressed the butt of it, stroking the ivory grips with long, competent fingers. "I'll let you know when you can have her. And she only sucks your pricks ... we gave her the choice."
"I'd like to fuck that fine tight asshole," one said.
"Later, if she doesn't cooperate," Sanson said. "Get out... go away ... I'm going to give her a lesson in how to suck!"
Annie Littlewood wanted to die. She could think of Nora doing something like this because she liked a man and he led her into it, could envision his thick penis in Nora's softly ovalled lips, and Nora sucking it because she wanted to. But to be used like an animal for the sheer gratification of males ... she was revolted by the thought! She watched the other masked men reluctantly leave the room and then the man who called himself Sanson slowly removing his clothes, the dark shirt and pants and the shoes. He had on white Jockey shorts, and when he pulled them down, his thick erect cock sprang out like a Jack-in-the-Box! Although she was twenty three, Annie had never seen a fully erect penis before! The size of it amazed her. She had seen men urinating, but had never realized one could be so big! It looked like the menacing trunk of a tree rising from the forest of his pubic hair. And below it, his huge balls hung heavy with semen. She could actually see his blood pulsing through the thick blue veins, could almost feel the throbbing energy. She was sure that if he changed his mind and decided to ram it into her trussed body, he would rip her apart! He was lean and strong enough to do it.
"You stupid cunt!" he said coldly. "You could save yourself this if you'd tell us about Denehy,"
"I don't know ... any more than I told you," the girl whispered, her lips barely moving. All she could see was his massively throbbing cock waving before her eyes. He was aroused, and he wanted her body!
She thought of the other men, and how they would treat her, and of the choice she had been forced to make. She sensed that even if she gave information, which she didn't have but could he about, they would take her body anyway, debase her, rape and defile her flesh. They had talked of sodomizing her, and she was sure they would do it. Her only hope lay in this lean, muscular man who had taken the name of Sanson... if she could be good enough to please him, he might protect her from the others. Not from their lewd sexual assaults, but from death. In one way or another, she must survive, she stoically told herself. She forced herself to look into his masked face as she said, "You're huge... but I will suck you. I'm tied ... you'll have to put it in my mouth. You'll have to teach me ... "
"You've never sucked a cock?" he said, unbelieving.
"And you've never fucked ... I know that from putting my finger in you. Shit!"
"Are you getting an attack of conscience?" she retorted defiantly. Her eyes slid toward the doorway and then back to him, and they mocked him. She said, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Of what?" he demanded.
"Of them."
"Those blokes?"
"You don't have your guns. You're naked," she replied. Her eyes were on the long thickness of his desire-hardened cock, and against her will she found herself being excited, aroused. The obscene image of what it would look like, and feel like, thrust into her mouth as she lay helpless made her tingle in every nerve-end. Annie wondered what it would taste like. She could see a pearl-like drop of thick fluid formed at the tiny hole in the tip of the swollen mushroom-shaped head, and she wished he would bring it to her lips at that instant so she could test it with the pink tip of her tongue. She could not imagine being able to take the entire length of him into her mouth, but knew it was something she would have to do, somehow. She said, "One of them might decide he wants to be first with me ... "
"None of them would dare," he said coolly. With a blur of his hand, he reached farther than she thought possible and had the big automatic, the hammer cocked back. Slowly, but with an audible click, he let it down and grinned lewdly. "Good you reminded me, though ... I might have got so involved with you that they could have taken me. They'd like to do that. Those blokes don't exactly love me."
"Who could?" she said, feeling a surge of defiance.
"You could ... you will," the masked man retorted, laughing.
She laughed then, almost hysterically as she looked at his tall, lean form with the huge pulsing cock so hard and ready. Her dark eyes mocked him and her voice was cold with scorn. She spoke very quietly.
"You must feel very male and proud and conquering, Mr. Sanson! Four of you with enough guns for a revolution and you have to tie one woman to a bed and give her a choice of how she's going to be violated ... and toss dice to see who goes first! Oh, I admire you ... I really do!" Annie watched his eyes, wondering if she could shame him, and saw she could not. She could see the blood pulsing through his enormous penis as he stood over her, and the thought of it penetrating her lips terrified her. She tossed her head and said, "Put it in!"
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, wetting her sensuous lips with the tip of her tongue, making them glisten. She waited for the first contact, wondering if he would just thrust himself into her mouth or go slowly, whether he would urgently pump in and out of her lips or want her to suck. Whatever it was, she would have to do it. Get it over quickly and then take the other men in turn! What was it one of them had said so obscenely? Her belly would be full of cum! She wondered how many times they would violate her? How many times could a man do it?
And what would happen to her when they had finally spent themselves? She hated to think of it.
"I'm going to untie you," he said. "Fucking a girl in the mouth when she's tied up isn't much sport. If I'm going to teach you to suck a prick, I want you to be able to move around and learn the job. When we finish, Annie, you're going to be the best cocksucker in twenty-six counties. You're really going to know how to make love with that pretty mouth - and your going to love it!"
"Aren't you afraid to turn me loose?" she said with contempt. "I might escape." She spit at Mm, but he saw her trying and moved aside, grinning lewdly as he stroked his cock. "I might even bite it!"
"And I might break your fucking neck."
"Then I wouldn't have to endure the others," she said. She looked nastily into his eyes behind the mask. They cut into her and she whispered, "I asked you to kill me ... but I don't want to die ... "
"You don't want this either," he said, waving the rampant cock at her obscenely. "Tell me about Denehy and I promise you won't be touched."
"I can't," she whispered. "I don't know!"
"Too bad," he said. "I'm going to untie you. Unless you can run through three foot thick stone walls and four inch oak doors, you'd better resign yourself to learning to suck cock. Because that's what you're going to be doing until your jaws ache."
"Get it over with," Annie mumbled.
Grinning in anticipation, the masked leader of the group bent over her, slowly loosening her bonds. She felt the heat of his naked clean-limbed body against hers, and the hardness of his thick heated cock rubbing over her trembling flesh as he untied the ropes. The knots had left dark weals on her, and for a moment he looked at them, then began to massage the limbs until she felt the circulation returning, and the pain went away. She watched his face what she could see of it under the mask, and his eyes. She knew from the eyes, and the touch of his fingers, that he was actually concerned about any pain she might be feeling. And yet she was sure he would kill her in an instant if he felt he had to. As he bent over her to untie her wrists, she felt the throbbing hardness of his cock pressed between her firm young breasts. It lay between them as, unresisting, she let him massage her hands. Although she knew she should be revolted by any contact with him, Annie suddenly felt something for this lean, hard man. His entire body seemed to be sending out vibrations, a message which could not be spoken. Oh God! She could, she should kill him now. He was vulnerable to an Aikido blow right now, this instant! All she had to do was use her elbow in that special place near the heart - one blow and he would die silently ... instantly. And yet, even as these thoughts flashed through her brain, she found herself undulating on the bed with his long hard penis pressed between her breasts. Against her will, her arms closed over his taut-muscled back and she pulled him to her. With the tips of her fingers, she began to stroke his virilely heated shaft, and she found herself saying something she didn't think possible.
"If you want to... to put yourself into me ... I'll help," she whispered. She felt his wildly throbbing cock moving between her soft-fleshed breasts, her nipples hardening. "I -I want to ... "
His hand trailed tantalizingly down over the soft roundness of her belly and up between her legs to her wetly quivering cunt. The fingers moved slightly inside her, stretching her virginal young pussy again, teasing her. She writhed beneath him in increasing wanton desire, moaning as his lust-hardened cock throbbed like a second heart against her chest. Urgently, she cupped the fullness of her soft warm breasts and pressed them tight around his pulsating shaft as the hot rubbery cock-head sinuously slid in slow strokes up and down her fleshy cleavage. She moaned loudly and rubbed her tingling nipples against his wiry pubic hair. He grinned down at her.
"You really want me to fuck you," Sanson said.
"Oh, God ... YES!"
"You are hot... your pussy's dripping like a tenement faucet.
"Ooooooh ... yesssss ..." Annie moaned, humping her hungrily dilated pussy up at his teasing finger, wanting him to break through her tight hymen. She could undulate only to a limited extent because of his weight on her torso, and he was torturing her, pulling his fingers away, out of her hotly quivering cunt, then sliding them into the straining crack of her buttocks, tickling her. She did not understand how she could be this way ... she had brought herself almost to the peak of ecstasy in minutes, and had never done anything so lewd and wanton with a man before - had never even dreamed of anything like this! Yet she could not help herself as she pressed her tender breasts so tight together around the massive shaft of his cock that they actually ached with a wanton hunger while he slowly fucked between them, grinning down at her from behind the mask while his hand caressed her tight little pussy and his fingers teased her wide-splayed buttocks. She whispered, "Ooooh ... God! Put it in me!"
"No!" he said coldly, as he continued to manipulate her lush young flesh. His fingers teased her wetly flexing cunt, going into her yearning flesh just far enough to press once more on her maidenhead, the tip of one stretching it just enough to make her feel a slight twinge of pain which was nothing compared to the hot desire that surged through her nakedly writhing body. "Maybe later."
"Oh, how can you torture me this way?" she moaned, looking up at him. "How can you turn me into something I've never been ... and then leave me like this?" She blinked her eyes as tears flooded from them, and she could barely whisper her next words. "I've never even ... touched a man before ... and now I'm squeezing you between my breasts and you know how it is for me ... and you have your finger in me ... PLEASE!"
"Please what?" he said with no trace of emotion.
For a full minute she was silent, then forced herself to say the words, the demanding, pleading words, words which she had never thought she would say to a man.
"Please ... fuck ... For God's sake, FUCK ME!"
"You are one hot bird," he said quietly. "But, no!"
"Why?" Annie whispered. "I'm begging ... I want you to make me a woman!"
"You really want me," he said. "You want to fuck!" .
"You - you KNOW!" The young blonde captive turned her head away, ashamed of her wanton lust. She impatiently thrust her oussy up to his hand, but he pulled it away an instant before his finger would have pieiced her maidenhead. She pressed her breasts so tight around the shaft of his thick throbling cock that she could feel every beat of his heart as it pounded blood into his virile male instrument. She murmured, "I ache all over ..."
"I'm not going to fuck you," Sanson said.
"Am I that ugly?" she said, beginning to anger at the rejection, even as his penis moved slowly between her breasts. "Or are you some kind of strange gentleman who can't bring himself to rape?" She caught his eyes under the mask and held them with her own as she whispered, "It won't be rape. You won't be forcing me. God only knows why, but I - WANT - YOU!!!! I want to FUCK!"
"With me," he said.
"OF COURSE WITH YOU!"
"What about the others?"
"No!"
"That's why I won't fuck you," he said, as if explaining something to a small child. "You're a virgin. As long as you are, I can keep them off you. You'll suck their cocks, but that never hurt a girl. If I fuck you, they'll fuck you. Do you want that?"
"No," Annie whispered, beginning to realize that these deadly men had some strange code of their own. There were apparently ground rules which, by some ethic of their own, they would follow. Her betraying body yearned for this one man ... but she didn't want him at the price of having to be fucked by all the others. She had made her choice earlier. She would suck them, and that would be that. "I don't want them in me."
"We're taking too much time," he said. He rose from above her, sliding his massive cock from between her breasts, and pulled her down on the bed. Coldly he said, "Get on your knees over me. I'm going to teach you to suck cock!"
"Ooooh ... God!" Annie moaned.
She looked down at the long throbbing shaft of white flesh with its dark-red mushroom-shaped head. She blinked back the tears that welled in her eyes.
Then, resolutely, she bent over him. She forced herself to take his rampant hardness in her fingers. She wanted to close her eyes but could not. As her golden hair spilled over his loins, she held his warmly beating cock upright and guided it to her suddenly salivating mouth ...
Chapter Three
"Not so fast, pretty bird," he said, catching her head and turning her face up to his. He grinned lewdly. "I don't want the kind of quick suck I could get from any Paris whore. I want to be in your mouth for a long time. An hour. Two hours. I will teach you how to suck a cock right... I will teach you to like it... so much that every time you see a man, your eyes will go to the crotch of his pants and you'll drool!"
The absolute obscenity of his words shocked Annie. She had already braced herself to do it, as the least repulsive of three choices. She had even brought herself to wanting to at least taste his staff, thinking of the pleasure Nora said she got this way. But now he had broken her mood. Her eyes slid toward the gun, and she realized instantly there was no hope of reaching it. Nor would this man give her a chance to bring the knife edge of her hand down on his throat in a killing blow - even if she could bring herself to do such a thing. She knew where to strike ... but she couldn't. She raised up over him, her eyes cold and condemning. Slowly she pumped the rigid pole of his penis, feeling the warm foreskin slide loosely over the bulging head.
"Two hours!" she said, almost laughing. It was such a ridiculous boast. Her fingers tightened on his hardened thickness and she shook her head and said, "You're putting me on!"
"I don't understand that," he said seriously.
"An American expression. Something like telling lies."
"It's no lie. There's a clock on the bureau. Check the time - give me one hour, because this being your first time will excite me a bit." He grinned and continued. "If you try hard, at the end I'll tell you something you'd like to know -when you're with the others."
"Thanks a bunch," she said coldly. She couldn't help glancing at the clock. It was one-thirty, and she knew Nora wouldn't be home. The pub closed at half-past eleven, so for two hours Nora had been off with one of the lads. If she stayed two hours, she stayed the night. She looked down at his lean young body and then mockingly into his face under the mask and said, "Well, if you're going to teach me to be a ... a cocksucker ..." she almost choked on the word ... "You might as well do a good job. Someday, I could have to go whoring in Paris."
"If you live. Pretty bird, the only chance you have of living is being damn good at this," he said without emotion.
"You're very hard," she said, slowly running her hands up and down the length of his rigidly throbbing penis. "And hot! I suppose you'll cum in my mouth."
"I will," he said firmly. "That's what it's all about!"
"I'll bet you don't last the hour you bragged about." Her eyes mocked him again. She had never felt so degraded in her life, yet so aroused. The more she fondled his virile shaft of flesh, the more she wanted to taste it! She wished he would fuck her. Wished she could bring herself to straddle him with her long, slender legs and plunge her aching cunt down on the hardness of his cock. Yet there was something strange about him. Although he had put her in this disgusting situation, she sensed there was more than meets the eye. He seemed to alternate between near-brutality and something close to tenderness. He might simply be mad, a maniac, but she didn't think so. He had a thing in his mind he was going to do, or try to do, and she was innocently a part of it. Somehow, Denehy was involved. And Denehy was clearly not going to show up and rescue her. Nobody was going to rescue her. She was going to have to lower her head and open her mouth and suck the penis she held. And then suck all the others waiting out in the hall.
She laughed, sounding almost insane, and thought she might be on the verge of a mental breakdown. Her voice rising in pitch but not volume, she said, "I've heard other girls talk about their men! Great lovers! Those men get their big penises into a girl and don't last two minutes! Then, if the girl wants to be satisfied, she has to suck on them forever until they're hard again. Maybe then, they can bring her to orgasm. An hour! All right, Lone Ranger, you tell me what to do, and if you last the hour, you win the bet!"
"Lone Ranger?" he said.
"A masked man who rode around on a white horse shooting silver bullets and hanging around with an Indian called Tonto," she said. The chance remark had told her something about him, which might or might not prove of importance later. He was not American, although from his accent he could have come from the States. He seemed to slip from time to time from Irish to British phrasing. She wondered if he might be Australian. She looked from his face to the moist bulging head of his thick penis, and back again to his eyes. She said, "You will teach me how to do what you want?"
"I will." Again, the firm response of an Irishman.
"This is ... " her voice softened. "... a very personal thing. If I take your penis into my mouth ..."
"You haven't told me the stakes of the wager," he said, grinning and running his fingers through her long hair, then over her body. She trembled like a mare in heat under his touch. "If I do last the hour ... ?"
Her mind whirled. It had been an automatic challenge to his manhood when she spoke the words. Now, he was asking her what she would put on the line, and what she expected from him. She knew she had no tangible trading goods with this man. He seemed interested only in Denehy, and she couldn't give him Denehy.
Why does he want Denehy? she thought.
"If you do, you may win something you'd like ... or maybe you wouldn't care," she said in a soft voice.
"I don't understand."
"Myself." Annie knelt over him and her hair tumbled over his face as she bent to kiss him lingeringly but very lightly on the lips, her own soft mouth parting and her tongue teasing him. She sensed she was playing the joker in the macabre hand of poker she had been dealt. "I don't know anything about you ... I sense this thing we're in is a deadly thing ... I may not live through the night... if you win the bet, I set the prize!"
"Hey, pretty bird - you know what you're doing? You're fuckin' my mind!"
"I get you for my lover," she murmured, kissing him more deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth and leading his into hers and sucking on it, as he began to move restlessly on the bed under her. "If you win the bet... we both win."
"And if lose?"
"I don't know," she said. "There's nothing you can do for me. It was a foolish thing ... now, if you will show me what you want me to do ... "
"Just start kissing me ... all over," he said. "With your tongue. Don't take my cock into your mouth yet."
"An hour," she murmured, and bent to kiss his eyes.
"I'll try."
She lay over him, her full sensuous breasts flattened against his lean body as she began to kiss him. His throbbing penis was still long and hot in her hand, and she found her fingers moving down to cup his semen-heavy balls. She brought his lips to hers, becoming aroused, then "yielded to a sudden desire and slid her head over his chest until she had her lips on one of his nipples and felt it hardening under the gentle laving of her tongue. She sucked on it and knew he was becoming more and more aroused. She wondered if he could stand the teasing or whether he would suddenly grab her and roll her on her back and ram his long hard cock into her warmly hungering pussy. He was not touching her, letting her do everything. She slid her hands over him, fingers lightly exploring his lean male body, and suddenly the ridiculousness of it all burst through to her. She jerked her head up, at the same time squeezing the hot length of his hardened cock.
"If I'm going to - to suck you - I want to see your face," she said firmly.
"That might not be a good idea," he replied.
"Because there are three other masked men waiting to get their hands on me?" she retorted scornfully. Before he could move, her hand clawed the mask from his face and she threw it aside and stared at him. His hand came up to hit her, but she pulled back, and he didn't swing at her again. He lay back and let her look. She studied his features for a long time and finally said, "Now it's all right."
Against her will, the maleness of him began to excite Annie Littlewood. Her natural femininity responded to the hot hard length of his cock in her fingers. She rubbed the soft, velvet-textured head between thumb and forefinger and began to breathe heavily as her mouth slowly moved over his body. At first his hands guided her, but something instinctive took over gradually. She became hungry for the sweet-salty taste of his flesh, the acrid but highly exciting taste of the perspiration on his body. She wanted to bite his flesh, not out of anger, but desire as her own long-repressed sexuality began to manifest itself. In an antique mirror, a huge piece of clouded glass framed heavily in gilt, she saw herself lying nakedly over him, her lips kissing his trembling body, her tongue wetting every inch of his frame. All thought of the three other men waiting to abuse her body left her. She could think only of this one man, wishing he would suddenly decide to pull her on top of him, part her legs and pull her yearning young cunt hard down over his hardened shaft. She wanted to do it herself, but sensed that he was right... if he took her maidenhead, the others would be into her like rutting hogs. Her lovely face moved lower until her lips were lightly brushing his dark thatch of pubic hair as her tongue flicked the sweet saltiness of his body.
Now she wanted to do this obscene thing!
Slowly, sliding the pink tip of her tongue over her wetly parted lips, she raised over him, holding his penis tenderly, with one hand lightly caressing the hot sac of his scrotum and weighing the maleness of his testicles. Her dark eyes glistened and her pale hair shone. Her cheeks flushed with her own involuntary excitement as she spoke softly.
"You ... are ... the ... most... handsome ... man ... I've ... ever ... met!" Annie whispered.
"Am I, now?" He smiled up at her.
"Not a pretty man," she replied. "Not pretty at all."
And he wasn't. He had a lean jaw and a nose which had been broken and badly set. His eyes were, the kind which could never be really friendly, the hard eyes of a man who has killed other men. But she knew his mouth could laugh in the right circumstances. And from the contact she had already had with his body, she knew he was in superb physical shape. God, what a lover he would be! She thought maybe it was no brag ... that he might last two hours with a woman! One of his hands moved over her nakedly tingling body, cupped one fully ripened breast, then slid down the smooth swell of belly and hips to touch again the virginal flesh of her cunt. His fingers were calloused and strong, but for the moment gentle. He half-smiled as he spoke.
"Ye wouldn't be tellin' me that now to get on me good side ... so ye don't have to suck me cock! Ye wouldn't be tryin' to get me to turn on me friends?"
"I think that would be a waste of time," she said. "And the Irish brogue is a fake. It doesn't show me anything. So why don't you drop it, Sanson?"
He laughed, really beginning to enjoy this beautiful bird who was clutching his penis so tight and playing with his cum-filled balls, and he said, "Suppose I told you we'd call it off ... that you don't have to suck me?"
For a long time she looked into his mocking, teasing eyes. Oh God! He meant it. He really meant it. She felt the hot maleness of him and the wanton flush of desire sweep through her shamelessly aroused body. Slowly she wet her lips until they glistened, and then made herself say the only thing she could say.
"You ... are ... a ... bastard!"
"What brought that on?" he said, grinning.
"You know! A bastard with women!" she retorted, becoming even more aroused and almost furious with him, all sense of morality leaving her. "You're playing with me you know what you've done to me! You've already made me worse than one of your Paris whores!"
"Oh?"
"A whore does things for money. She needs to eat and have clothes and a place to live," Annie said fiercely. "She does things with men because she has to!" She took a deep breath. "And you, damn you, you've made me want to do this!"
Before he could move, she dropped on him, her golden hair spraying over his loins, her mouth "gaping wide and glistening as her fingers guided his warmly throbbing cock between her softly ovalled lips. Urgently she sucked it deeper and deeper into her mouth, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. The hot massiveness of his penis deep in her throat almost made her choke, and her cheeks hollowed as she tentatively began sucking. It was so long and hot and hard in her mouth! She moaned and sucked with all her might and felt his hands come to hold her lovely face tight to his groin. He jerked his pelvis up as she moved, trying to get him even deeper into the hot wetness of her oral cavity. Her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe, but there was just too much of him, and slowly she moved her head up, until only the bulbous, velvet-soft tip was between her tightly compressed lips. She could taste a few drops of his excited pre-ejaculate semen and worked her tongue into the tiny hole at the tip of his cock as she felt his hands moving over her face. In the mirror, the blonde young captive saw her red lips stretched tight around the terrorist's cock-head, and she wondered about the perversity of her own character and how she could enjoy doing such a lewd thing!
Now she could understand what Nora had said ... how she liked to suck her lad, Larry.
And then his hands were lifting her head away from his loins, even as she sucked hungrily, trying to keep him a prisoner in her avid lips.
"You really go for it, don't you, pretty bird?" he said as he pushed her greedy wet mouth away from his pulsing hardness. "You know, your mouth is soft as butter ... and so warm. I could get fond of you."
"You are really a bastard," Annie whispered as his hands held her head tight, inches from the wetly glistening penis she had tasted and insanely wanted to taste more. She began to cry, and her tears dripped on his hard-muscled belly.
Her sobbing echoed against the walls and she grasped his staff tightly in her fingers, squeezing and pumping. "You come here and turn me into something I never' thought I could be - you make me want you ... this way! You made me beg you to - to FUCK me! And that's a word I've never used ... until tonight. You put your fingers into me ... and I wanted more! God forgive me! I want you!"
"I think you do," he said.
"You know," she whispered.
"How?" He was mocking her.
"Any ... any way," she replied, a slave now to his manhood. She no longer feared him. She had yielded to the most elemental urges of her love-starved body, and would do anything he demanded. She tried to reach his rampant cock again with her trembling lips but he held her head back, teasing her. She could only mumble, "If the others are going to ... use me ... please ... go into me first!"
"Bugger me for a duke's bastard!" he said. "I think you really mean it!"
"I already took you in my mouth," Annie murmured. "I thought that was something I could never do ..,. but... I wanted to!" Again she reached for his thick, hard cock and held it tightly, urgently in her hot fingers. She wanted to feel it deep in her mouth again, for a long time, and finally spurting hot, sweet cum into her throat. She managed to find some words. "I really wonder why you are hurting me this way Mr. Sanson. You've already made me something I never thought I could be ... and I want to be! I want to suck your cock! I want to feel you in me!"
"Suppose I did something like rolling you over on your belly and pulled your legs open and fucked you in your tight little asshole?" he said, mocking her with his eyes. "You have a very fine ass."
The obscene suggestion shocked Annie, but she found herself powerless to resist... he could do anything he wanted to her! She pulled her head from his hands and quickly rolled on her stomach, knowing that if he did sodomize her, he would hurt her terribly, but willing to submit to anything for this man. She splayed her legs wide, opening her tight, hair-lined cuntal furrow to his eyes and raising her hips up slightly from the mattress. She tried not to think what it would be like, having his long hard cock in her anus, but she knew he had her totally in his power.
"If you want me that way - yes," she murmured. "I never have ..."
"You're cherry all over, aren't you?" he said coldly.
"You've been in my mouth," she muttered, and prepared herself for the assault of her tender rectum. She tried to relax, expecting the worst. She thought of medical examinations she had experienced, where, as a matter of necessity, the doctor had lubricated a finger and slipped it into her tight-clenched anus. It had felt strange, but had somehow always aroused her, so she wanted the doctor to keep his finger up there. But there was tender flesh there ... and she couldn't imagine anything as big as this man's huge thickened penis penetrating her that way. She knew she must relax her sphincter muscle, or suffer intolerable pain. She tried to make her entire body go lax, willing herself to accept whatever was going to happen to her. In the mirror, she saw him climbing between her legs. She raised her taut-muscled buttocks when- his hands grasped the smooth white globes and drew her to her knees. She lay face-down, on her elbows, her defenseless ass-cheeks high toward him. As she saw the thick head of his cock moving toward her quivering buttocks, she made a final plea, whispering, "I - I'll try to be good ... If you'll just help me ... don't just treat me ... treat me like meat! Please put it into me slowly, if that's what you want! If you don't hurt me ... I'll be better for you. I'll try ... I promise I'll try ... I wish I could suck you ... "
Annie Littlewood had never, in the wildest fantasies of her dreams, imagined she would ever find herself in such a situation - or inviting such lewd and .obscene violation of her body. She thought for a moment this must be a dream. But there was no fantasy to the feel of his strong fingers spreading her ass cheeks, or the force of his legs close behind her and the weight of him pushing her smooth trembling thighs apart.
And most convincing of all was the hot rigid feel of his cock, his cock which was still wet and slick with her saliva, as he slowly ran it up and down her tender hair-lined cuntal lips as, involuntarily, she opened herself wide to him, begging for him to impale her, to take her as she should be taken! She could see it happening in the antique mirror, his long rampant hardness teasing her vaginal slit, and she knew this was no dream. She saw her upthrust buttocks waving in lewd invitation, against her will, and realized he was no longer holding her hips with his hands. Instead, he was letting his fingers dance over the pulsing lips of her feverishly distended pussy, slowly opening them. At the same time, she felt the hot hard head of his cock there, nudging against her tightly puckered anus. It was the most tantalizing thing she had ever experienced. But a moment later, the smooth, mushroom-shaped head pulled away and eased between the full wet length of her pussy furrow. She yielded then to eons of womanhood.
"Aaaaauuugghhh!" she gasped, and screwed suddenly back at him. Desperately, beyond any rational control, she tried to impale her yearning virginal cunt on his virilely hardened penis. She could feel the slickness of her own excited lubricants coating her wide-splayed thighs and the hard heat of his body leaning over her own nakedly straining frame. She could see the obscene image of them in the mirror and wanted only to see the thick spike of his manhood plunging into her begging wet cunt!
With a soft laugh, he pulled away from her at the instant she humped back, but his hands moved over her, holding her hips as they trembled like a bowl of jelly.
"You really do want to fuck," he said. "I wasn't sure."
The tears of the most utter frustration she had ever felt welled from her anguished eyes as she kneeled face down on the bed, her naked gleaming buttocks rotating wildly in the air as his hands caressed her.
His fingers spread her ass-cheeks wide again until he could see the puckered rose of her anus, and her wide-open cunt that was already spewing the hot liquid passion from her body. He bent over her until the head of his eagerly pulsating cock again contacted her most sensitive flesh, and heard her moan in eagerness. Slowly he ran his phallus up and down the damp crease of her ass-cheeks and over her quivering young cunt, watching her writhe in desire and anticipation of what was to come. He brought his hot swollen cock-head to the puckering rose of her anus and nudged lightly feeling the heat of her, the little nibbling movements of her flexing nether orifice. She moaned and pushed back toward him, her buttocks grinding impatiently. Again he drew back, laughing and she sobbed in frustration.
"You QUEER!" she screamed suddenly, wrenching away from him, her face tight with anger and frustration and disgust, her eyes totally scornful and accusing. "You miserable, sadistic pansy!" She spat at him and her fury filled the room like the charge from a bolt of lightning in a tropical storm. "I believe you now! You can last an hour with a woman ... or two hours I Because you hate women! You want to humiliate every woman you see!"
The tears streamed from her eyes as she continued to shout at him. She dredged up every insult she could think of, everything she had ever seen scrawled on toilet walls. Her soft-fleshed breasts heaved with her uneven breathing, and soon she could no longer see him clearly because of the tears of rage and frustration. She groped between his legs and grasped his penis so hard he groaned and tried to pull away from her fury, but she held onto him with white-hot anger.
"This!" she said scornfully. "I must be the total fool of the century! You and your pansy friends break in here like gangsters and in no time at all you had me wanting THIS! You had me begging you to fuck me! I took it in my mouth, and God forgive me, I wanted to!" For a moment she cried silently, still holding his warmly pulsating cock, and then continued. "I feel sorry for you ... you have a magnificent male body ... you ... for a little while, you had me in love with you ... and ... and ..."
She was suddenly aware that he was still thick and long and hard in her hand. She blinked up at him.
With a wild laugh, he pulled her toward him and his arms went around her. For a moment she struggled, then surrendered to his superior strength. He held her and lingeringly kissed her eyes and ears and finally her mouth, working his tongue between her reluctantly parting lips. She felt her body respond to his.
"You're quite a bird," he said. "I think I like you."
"I don't think I like you at all," Annie said bitterly.
"Then why are you grabbing me cock so hard?"
"Why are you treating me this way?" she sobbed. "I've offered myself... like the worst whore ..."
"How else do you think a man can last two hours with a bird?" he said, grinning and beginning to caress her body, making her tremble despite herself, and her revulsion at what was happening to her. "Nobody can fuck that long! Pretty bird, a man has to play - change the pace - know his bird well - and I haven't had much time to know you."
"I never knew myself before," she whispered, holding his massive hardness tightly then adding, "You flippin' bastard!"
"A limey wouldn't say it quite that way," he replied. His hands moved over her nakedly trembling buttocks, feeling the soft warmth of her flesh ... and he knew the fun and games were about over. He wanted her ... now!
"I was right about one thing," she murmured. "You know how to torture a girl!" She held his rigidly beating penis and guided it back up between her legs, rubbing the smooth knob along the wet furrow of her yearning young cunt, and whispered, "Please, just put it in ... for a second?"
"I told you NO before," he said. "And why. I want to, pretty bird. More than with any girl before." He jerked his head toward the door. "But with them ... well... I'm afraid you'll have to suck."
"I ache inside," she said shamelessly. Her fingernails dug into his back and her long naked legs wrapped his strong body tight, holding him prisoner as her lips came to his ear and she murmured, "I hate you... I really hate you ... and I love you ..."
"Idiot bird," he said with a soft laugh. "You liked my cock in your mouth?"
"Yes," she admitted, feeling no guilt or shame.
"Then, that way this time." He squeezed her ass-cheeks until they hurt so much she moaned. She flaunted her voluptuous nakedness against him, wantonly trying to pull his cock tight into her wetly pulsing cunt, but he held back. "I'll fuck you later."
"Oh, God, why not now?" she murmured.
"A bird's first fuck shouldn't be under these conditions," he said. "Start licking and sucking."
"I suppose anything is all right for a first suck," Annie said. "Taking it in my mouth shouldn't be any more important than putting on lipstick."
"You've already had it in your mouth. Now I want to teach you how to really do it."
"I'll do what you want," she said submissively. She held his penis in her hand and moved to kneel once more between his widespread knees, bending low over his loins.
"Lick me all over," he said dispassionately. "Up and down my prick ... right under my balls ... lightly ... just the tip of your tongue at first... and then all of it... "
With a soft moan of abject surrender, trying to repress the lewd desire which was building like a thunderhead up inside her, the naked young hostage, held his thick male penis tightly clenched in her fingers and then bent her head to it, her soft mouth opening, her tongue sliding from between her glistening lips to touch his hard hot flesh. Annie was repelled more by herself than the man! How could she want to do something so obscene? she asked herself as she saw her lust-contorted face in the mirror, burrowing between his widespread thighs, her tongue flicking like the tongue of a snake over his flesh. The acrid-sweet male scent of him filled her nostrils, making them flare with an age-old eagerness, and she felt her warmly tingling cunt flowering open in desire. She held his long throbbing cock up in both hands and laved it urgently with her tongue, mentally watching herself as she paid homage to the thick blue-veined shaft of male flesh. Inches from her eyes, his balls hung, hot and heavy with semen. Without being told, she brought her wetly parted lips to them and kissed them. Then, her mouth opening wide, she lifted her blonde head enough to silently question him with her eyes. His fingers drew her head to him, and she sucked his entire scrotum with her exploring mouth, feeling the vital pulsing heat of him. Her tongue slid over the hot egg shapes of his testicles.
I could castrate him with one bite! she realized.
And perversely, she knew she could no more make the savage snap of her teeth than she could flap her arms and fly! She moaned softly in frustration, in disgust at her own sluttish wantonness, and rolled his balls on her tongue as his hands moved through her hair, caressing her. After a long time, she let them slide from her lips and began to lick up and down the full length of his excitedly throbbing cock, now using the flat of her tongue.
The warm, soft, mushroom-shaped head beckoned her like a magnet. She brought it to her moistly ovalled lips and her tongue began to lick it like an ice-cream cone. She panted with obscene desire and realized she was teasing and tantalizing herself more than Sanson. Her fingers, suddenly skilled and deft, began to roll the loose foreskin back and forth over the glans as the tip of her tongue circled it faster and faster.
"Ooooooh, you're good," he whispered.
"Don't speak," she mumbled around his hardness. "Let me ... "
Avidly, her wet lips opened to their fullest and she slowly sucked his long pulsating cock into her mouth, tongue swirling over the hot hard maleness of his flesh while her fingers held his balls tenderly. Through desire-slitted eyes, she could see the great length of his penis extending from her cock-filled mouth like the trunk of a tree. She could hardly restrain herself from plunging her head down savagely, to gulp all of him at once, but this was so exciting, feeling the absolute, utter masculinity of him moving into her throat a fraction of an inch at a time. The naked young girl moved surely between his legs, pushing them wider apart with her knees, until finally her distended lips were at the very hilt of his penis and, straining them open even wider, she found she could touch his testicles with the tip of her searching tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm..." she moaned, almost gagging at the thickness of him deep in her throat. Annie bent over his loins, motionless, for a long time. Then, slowly, hardly sucking, she began to slide her mouth up and down the length of his cock, her tongue swirling urgently around the bulging head at the end of each upward stroke. Her nostrils flared with her wanton desire, and in the mirror she could see the pale mass of her hair flaring over his genitals as she became more and more aroused and urgent in her sucking. She had never experienced anything like this in her life! The sight of his thick rod of hardened flesh slipping in and out of her greedily sucking lips was at one and the same time revoltingly obscene and overwhelmingly arousing to the girl. She moved her hands over his loins lovingly and swung her head from side to side to feel the mass of his long rigid cock sliding in her mouth and began to suck harder. She wanted to have his virilely heated shaft in between her ovalled lips forever - and wanted his white-hot cum to spurt into her throat and fill her belly. Beneath her, he lay motionless, and in a dim recess of her mind, she realized this Sanson or whomever he was, had magnificent control of his body. She was sure any other man would be wildly surging up into her devouring lips, grabbing her head and brutally pulling her down to his loins. But Sanson was virtually immobile. Annie knew from the excited pulsing of blood she could feel with her lips that he was experiencing as much sensation as herself.
Then, too soon, she felt him swelling between her tightly sucking lips, the head of his lust-swollen cock becoming enormous in her gulping mouth. She readied herself for the flood of hot cum which she could feel building in him as his balls tightened and drew up to his body in preparation to ejaculating in her voracious mouth.
Abruptly, he reached down and caught her by the thick mass of her now-tangled hair and pulled her up from his genitals. Her mouth made fish-gulping motions, and her eyes were glazed with her wanton passion.
"I don't want to cum yet," he said calmly, seeming to be in complete control of himself. "Your lips are swollen ... I want to kiss you."
With an abandoned moan, she crawled up the bed and into his iron-strong embrace. She glued her mouth, still rich with the taste of his warmly masculine cock, to his own, and their tongues dueled, twining and sucking, sliding between their lips. Her fingers stroked the leaness of his face, and her sensually aroused young body writhed above his as his still-hard penis slipped between her sweating thighs.
"I despise you," she murmured.
"I suppose you do."
"I love you," she whispered, kissing him again.
"I knew that a long time ago."
"You ... you bastard!" Annie murmured, and urgently kissed him again, her naked young body rocking back and forth over his. She had never felt anything like this in her life, never believed she could be this way, a love slave to a man she didn't even know. "You - you know woman."
"I know women," he admitted.
"I said woman," she whispered. "You know how to torture."
"Suck me some more."
"Oooohhhhhh, yessssss!" she sighed, and slid down his lean muscular body, her fingers eagerly grasping his cock and guiding it back to her licking tongue. As her head began to bob furiously over his loins, she moaned almost continuously. "Aaaaahh! Uuuuummmmm!!!"
Time seemed to stand still. Again he thickened in her seeking, devouring mouth, and pulled her away from his hardness before he came, taking her naked loveliness back up into his arms.
Again and again and again, until, almost delirious with desire, she lost count of the times he almost came, but didn't. Her mouth was tender and her neck ached, and she was so exhausted that she could only lie on his still hard body and mumble her plea.
"Cum ... please cum!"
She felt his fingers moving between her wet thighs, sliding between the wide-bloated lips of her hotly quivering cunt, and heard him say, "You have already."
With a shock, Annie Littlewood realized she had cum! She had felt the surging in her belly, the flood of hot liquid passion flowing down her cuntal passage to coat her clutching thighs - but she had been too preoccupied with the wonderfully hard penis in her mouth to even realize it at the time!
"I - I did," she whispered.
"And you were too busy to notice!" he said with a grin as he kissed her again and pinched her buttocks.
"You ... you bastard!" she gasped.
"That seems to be the only nasty thing you know how to say," he retorted, grabbing her hand and pushing it down toward his loins.
"Suck me!"
With a groan that was half bitter anger, half wanton desire, Annie seized his long thick cock and drew it deep into her mouth again. She sucked with all the strength of her young lips, using her tongue wildly as her head rose and fell almost frantically over the massive phallus. In only seconds, she felt him swelling, getting huge in the wet cavity of her mouth. Her fingers clasped the tightening sac of his balls urgently, and she was determined that this time, he wouldn't be able to pull her away at the last instant.
If he did, she would take his balls with her!
But he didn't. This time his limber body moved in rhythm with her avidly-devouring mouth, wildly ramming his cock up to her passion-contorted face, and their moans and cries of completion mingled in the big room. She felt the first hot, sweet jetting of his cum spurt from the blood-engorged cock-head and she sucked furiously. The stream of thick, delicious sperm she had worked so hard for gushed into her voracious mouth, and she sucked it in, eagerly swallowing as the head of his penis rammed deep into her throat. She almost choked, but continued to gulp as her fingers milked his balls urgently. She felt his strong fingers holding her head, tight to his loins as he rammed his spurting penis deep into her mouth, so hard that his pelvic bone bruised her sucking lips. There seemed to be no end to his cum, and she felt her cheeks distend as the white hot sperm filled her mouth faster than she could swallow it. She thought her belly must be filled long before the last drops spurted from him.
Her nostrils flaring, lips distorted around his slowly softening penis, she knelt between his legs, her hair a shining cascade over his loins as the tip of her tongue slavishly laved every last taste from his cock. She was exhausted when he pulled her up to him and kissed her.
Annie was surprised that he would want to kiss her after cumming in her mouth. Now that her passion was spent, she thought that she had done something that only whores do. She expected he would treat her like a whore ... yet he was holding her tight and the rich taste of his cum was flowing from her mouth to his.
"You're very good," he said.
"I heard a song in the States one time," Annie said with a touch of sarcasm. "It went something like, 'You made me what I am today ... I hope you're satisfied ... ' and if that shoe fits, Mr. Sanson, you can wear it!"
He laughed and pulled her down to kiss her again, and when he took his tongue out of her mouth he whispered, "You really are a beautiful cocksucker!"
"And you are a bastard!" she retorted.
Again he laughed, his hand smacking playfully over the taut spheres of her naked buttocks, making her jump on the bed. He said, "Your record seems to be stuck. Don't you know anything worse than 'you bastard!' Annie me love?"
She thought a moment. She knew all kinds of dirty words ... everybody did. But she wouldn't dignify him by letting him force her to use them. Her eyes burned into his as she spoke.
"You're British, aren't you?"
"A bit, luv."
"Then, I think you're a no good, tea-drinkin', lemon squeezin', bicycle-ridin' son of a bitch!" she said calmly.
He rose on an elbow, staring at her, and said, "You know, pet, I haven't heard that in years!"
"You're a bloody Sydney Duck," she said.
"How would you know a Sydney Duck?" he asked.
"I've met some Aussies before."
"For a Yank you're a pretty sharp bird," he said, rubbing his hands over her still-hot body, cupping a breast in a big hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers. "A tough little bird ... and pretty."
She smiled without warmth and said coldly, "And now, with your help, I suppose I am a very good cocksucker. Would you like to send your friends in? They must be getting eager, and restless. By the time I finish sucking them, you might be ready again. Of course, by then, I might have a disease in my mouth. I'd be delighted to share."
"Oh, pretty bird," he said, grinning at her. "Take a look at the clock."
She did. It stunned her. The hands said 4:05 a m. Allowing for the time they had talked, he had lasted more than two hours in her mouth... and she had been carried away, wantonly wanting to suck him, make him cum!
"You'd never make a good whore," he said. "You like cock too much."
"Oh, Jesus," she muttered, realizing he was right.
"Tell me about Denehy ... and the other blokes won't touch you," he said quietly. "I'll stay with you until we have to go away. I'll fuck you, Annie."
Her curt remark was cut off by a firm, authoritative hammering on the door of the manor house.
"Stand fast!" he called out as he leaped naked from the bed to peer through a gap in the heavy draperies. "You blokes keep out of sight!"
"It's a Garda," he said, pivoting away from the window and slipping into his clothes like a snake and picking up his pistol and machine gun. "Pretty bird, you get rid of him. Think of what happens if you don't. Get into a robe or something and go below and send him away!"
"Oh, Jesus," she whispered as she slid from the bed to clothe herself in a thigh-length thin flannel robe and belted it tightly about her slender waist. "I'll try - really try!"
"You succeed," Sanson said coldly, cocking his machine pistol. "Or he's dead."
Chapter Four
Annie Littlewood's bare feet pounded on the carpeted marble stairway as she ran from the room to the grand entrance hall of the manor house, with its ancient oil paintings and heavy door with crest of some long-forgotten lord above it. The authoratative pounding continued. She fumbled for light switches and shouted, "I'm coming!"
In that moment, she made the most critical decision she had ever been forced to make in her life.
She could jerk the door open and plunge into the night, into the darkness of the dense shrubbery which surrounded the house, and escape. Once she was into the hedgerows, it would take a miracle for Sanson to find her. They grew tall and thick, almost impenetrable. She could almost certainly hide.
But that would leave the Garda exposed to them, in the light, and she knew they had machine pistols already aimed at him. She was well aware of how the Irish police were trained.
If she ran out of the house, he would run in to find out why. He would go up against four deadly men with machine pistols, and he would not have a chance of survival. So long oppressed by the British occupation forces, the Irish, when Big Mac Collins had led them to freedom for the twenty-six counties of the Republic, had organized the world's only totally unarmed police force. The Garda did not carry even nightsticks. They had to rely entirely on their charm. Or, in an occasional pub brawls, upon their fists, which happened seldom. Annie recalled a recent story in a Cork newspaper:
"Seven merchant seamen held a heated discussion at Mr. McMenamin's pub on Patrick Street Monday last, and Garda P. J. Clancy was asked to call by. Six seamen are in hospital and one in Bridewell Gaol."
Would the man who called himself Sanson shoot down an unarmed police officer? Annie asked herself the question and decided he would. Not through fear of the Garda, but because if he escaped and went for help, whatever Sanson had planned would be down the drain. She knew she could not sacrifice an innocent man to save herself.
And she knew that she could not let him go far beyond the entrance hall of the ancient house. Somehow, she must stall him there or in the huge reception room. She knew how she must look - her face flushed and her mouth swollen from the wanton urgency with which she had lewdly sucked Sanson's cock for two hours, and she hoped the Garda would simply , think it was a case of having been awakened from bed at such an hour. She twisted the massive iron key in the old door and pulled it open and looked at him.
"What's wrong?" she said, trying to keep her voice under control. "I didn't call you."
"Ah, that ye didn't, and sorry I am to be wakin' ye at such an hour, missus." He removed his cap deferentially and smiled. He was a young man, not over twenty-four, she guessed, and ruggedly handsome. He stood at least six feet five inches, with broad shoulders and a great chest. His muscles bulged through his dark blue uniform. Despite the hour, he was impeccably dressed, his black tie perfectly knotted over his white shirt, the silver buttons of his uniform jacket gleaming in the dim light. She knew the duty tours of the Garda. Twelve hours straight, six p m. to six a m. This man had been on duty for more than ten hours, and he looked fresh as if he had just begun his tour. She wondered if he had eaten ... a strange thing to think about in her circumstance. God, how he towered over her! She looked at him and thought he could tear even Sanson in half! Yet she couldn't ask him for help. She had to make everything look natural. She was sure, after some thought, he hadn't come because of Sanson and his thugs. If he had, he wouldn't have walked up to the door and hammered on it. In her time at the manor house, Annie Littlewood had met all the Garda in the area, and this one was new. The fact that a strange car was in the drive would mean nothing to him. She saw his eyes fastened on her lushly ripened breasts and realized she had nothing on under the thin robe which came barely below her hips. When she met his gaze, he blushed and said, "Missus, there's been an incident... I was asked to call to Mr. Denehy."
"Mr. Denehy isn't here, officer ..."
"O'Farrell," he said. "Tim O'Farrell. I know Mr. Denehy isn't in residence, but for the record I must call to him. You would be Missus Littlewood."
"Miss Littlewood."
With her eyes, Annie tried to warn him away, but his gaze was fixed on the protruding nipples of her wide-set breasts, barely concealed by the thin robe. She thought of the men in the house. Certainly one was crouched in the darkness at the head of the stairs, a rifle or pistol aimed at this policeman's head. Another would have slipped out of the house to cover the front door. That left two more, lurking somewhere ... and this big young Garda wasn't going to go away! There was nothing to do but invite him inside. Find out the reason for his mission at such an unusual hour, and then he might go away, whenever he had asked what questions he had come to ask.
"I'm sorry," she said. "To leave you standing out here. Please come in."
"Thank ye, I will," he said.
"I'll make tea." She flung her hands at the immense hall and said, "I can't leave you sitting... would you want to come to the kitchen?"
"I would," he replied.
He followed her through the twisting corridors of the big house, slowing to look at a painting or a piece of furniture, but then following her provocatively twitching buttocks and smooth-scissoring long legs. She prayed he would not try to go upstairs. Switching on the bright kitchen lights, she got her first good look at him.
His face was haggard from lack of sleep, his eyes tired, almost sick. She knew something had upset him, and that his initial behavior had come from rigid training and sense of duty. She knew that somewhere, something bad had happened, and it was his job to tell her about it, or ask her questions. And he didn't like his job.
Turning on the stove, she pivoted to look squarely at him, forgetting her near-nakedness, the way the rich curves of her body, the points of her breasts, showed through the thin robe.
"You haven't eaten," she said. It was not a question, but a statement of fact.
"A cup of tea will do me fine, missus," he said.
"Don't lie to me ... I'm ready for breakfast anyway."
Annie tried to think how long it had been since she cooked for a real man, and it escaped her. She knew this one would be able to eat an immense amount. She began pulling things from the fridge. An inch-thick center cut of ham. A dozen eggs. Sausages. Potatoes. Lean slices of the best bacon. She put the tea kettle on the stove and while it heated, began cooking. She was pleased to see his mouth watering as he watched her. As long as he was interested in food, he wouldn't be wanting to search the house or do anything which might get him - or her - killed. Perversely, she hoped Sanson could smell the food and was dying of hunger. Also, she knew she was buying time. He would not bring up his business, whatever had brought him here at such an ungodly hour, until they had eaten.
"There's a dining room," she said. "It's sort of stuffy."
"At home we eat in the kitchen," he replied.
"So did I, when I was a kid."
She slid the heaping platters of food onto the deal table and watched everything disappear. She was sure he must not have eaten anything more than a sandwich for days. She took only a few bites, fascinated by his appetite.
"Aaah, and you're a grand cook," he said finally. He grinned and added, "And you're givin' me thoughts I'll have to confess to the good Father."
"Oh, gosh! I didn't mean ..." Annie looked down and saw that her robe had become untied, that her breasts were almost completely bare, thrusting out at him. She had not even been conscious of it, being so entranced with seeing him eat. It flashed through her mind that perhaps her only real desire was to serve men. The fact that he had so quietly complimented her pleased her immensely. Had he reached out to touch her, when she had inadvertently offered what must have been a blatantly wanton invitation, would have ruined it. She found herself laughing as she pulled the robe closed.
"I didn't plan it, Tim O'Farrell," she said. "But... you're the kind of man I'd like to have look at me."
"And sure you've been to Blarney Castle and laid on your back to kiss the stone!" he said, laughing with her.
"There's more tea," she said. "Why don't we go to the parlor with it... and you can tell me whatever it is you're here about."
"That would be grand," he said.
"It's not good news," she said, laying the teapot on a tray with fresh cups, sugar and cream. "Not at this hour."
"Not good."
"You have a maid - Nora Cahoon?" he said, when they got into the parlor.
"We do," Annie said, slipping into the Irish idiom.
"She's in the Bridewell. Killed a bloke!"
"Oh, NO!" Annie gasped. "Not Nora! She couldn't!"
The idea was completely insane to Annie. Nora wouldn't swat a fly! Without meaning to, she fell against him on the big sofa in the formal parlor, the immense piece of furniture that was almost a double bed ... longer, if not quite so wide. On the low table in front of it, her tea spilled. She lay across his lap, her breasts bare again, the robe gaping open. She was vaguely aware of this, but it somehow didn't register ... her mind was so full of the terrible thing he had said. She felt his heavy arm move over her back in a way that was intended to be consoling, yet to her was excitingly sexual. She clutched his huge, strong body and was dimly aware that he was hardening, his cock becoming thick and long. And it meant nothing to her. Not at the moment.
"Whatever happened?" she whispered.
"There was a punch-up in a pub," he said. "It's not all sorted out yet, but it seems some lads, rough types, made advances. The chap she was with objected ... there were four or five. We have two in goal, and the one at the undertaker. I couldn't say this in evidence, but it seems one had a knife and was about to stick the lad Nora Cahoon was with. She hit him so hard with a bottle of stout it killed him. Seems justified, but the Chief Inspector sent me to make inquiry about the colleen ... see if she's ever been in trouble before. Doesn't seem to be a record."
"Nora's only seventeen ... I've only known her a few months ... I'm sure she's never had trouble before," Annie said brokenly. "There must be witnesses."
"Only the barman," the big Garda said. "All the others went away. In time they'll be found - those who don't head to the north."
"I don't understand that," she said.
"The pub is headquarters for the Irish Republican Army. Every man who goes in there wears the black beret... except for a few who happen in, not knowing."
"Oh, God!" Annie mumbled. Without realizing she was doing it, she clung tighter to him, pressing her young body tight over his. She thought of people who made bombs and smuggled guns. She knew these things went on within a stone's throw of the manor house, at the Forty Steps cove. She was sure Mr. Denehy's friends who came to stay at the house were somehow involved. Her hand moved convulsively and she realized her fingers had closed around the. long hard pole of his cock ... but she couldn't let go! She whispered, "What happens to Nora?"
"She'll be havin' to see the magistrate in a few hours," he said. "The Chief Inspector will be watin' for me report. They're after questionin' the barman now. I'd think she'll be granted bail, if ye'll stand it. I'd not be after comin' fifty miles if she'd not given Mr. Denehy's name."
"Of course I'll stand bail for her," Annie said instantly. "The poor child! She works herself to death here ..."
He laughed suddenly, for a reason she could not comprehend. Confused, she said, "What's so funny?"
"You really wouldn't be knowin?"
"I don't know anything but what you've told me."
"Then it's not for me to tell ye more," he said, his hand beginning to rub her back as she lay across his lap, her hand still unconsciously grasping his heavily pulsating cock under the thickness of his dark uniform pants. She thought of Sanson's cock she had sucked so hungrily and wondered what was happening to her ... was the suddenly turning into Instant Slut? His arm pressed her even closer to him and he said, "If ye don't turn me loose, I'll not be responsible for what takes place."
She felt the throbbing hugeness of him through his pants, and blushed, not at what she was doing, but her own desire to feel him. She raised up and her short robe fell open again, wide, revealing her entire voluptuous young body to his eager gaze. She read the desire in his eyes, and felt her own response, perhaps built by her frustration with Sanson. She was overwhelmed by the need to have him, suddenly shameless.
"I'm not like this," she managed to whisper.
"Ye best cover yourself," he said with difficulty, his eyes drinking in the beauty of her sensually ripened breasts, the tiny waist, the soft patch of pussy hair at the juncture of her thighs, his nostrils flaring at the woman-scent of her. "Or I'll not be able to keep me hands off ye."
"I want your hands," she whispered. "I want you, Tim O'Farrell!" She covered her eyes, not able to look at him for a moment, and then continued. "I know how this must sound ... what you must think I am ... and I don't know if I am or not... But please make love to me!"
"For the love of Jesus!" he managed to say. "Such a beautiful colleen as yerself askin' the likes of me ..."
"Please ... don't talk ... love me!" she cried.
"Would ye be helpin' me out of me uniform?"
"No," Annie whispered. "I-I've never undressed a man. I wouldn't know where to start." Her dark eyes pleaded for understanding as she said, "I know... what I must seem like to you ... asking - asking you to service me! Oh, God, how can I be this way!"
"I'm doubtin' me eyes and ears."
"I'm doubting myself," she said urgently. "Either make love to me or go away - NOW!"
Quickly, still not believing such a beautiful girl would make such a request, the big Garda began to strip his uniform off. She drew back and watched, apprehensive, yet yearning for the feel of him on top of her, his long thick cock throbbing deep up inside her belly.
"Which way to the bedroom?" he asked as he neatly folded his uniform jacket over a Morris chair and opened his shirt. His eyes were pinned to her as she sat, almost primly although nearly naked, on the big sofa. She was the most beautiful woman Tim O'Farrell had ever seen, and he still couldn't believe it. Her wide-set breasts, thrusting out in firm cones, belonged in one of- those magazines they published in America and could only be had under the counter in Ireland. Her waist was so tiny ... and those hips and thighs, the sparse triangular patch of soft golden hair covering her cuntal cleft. And she was watching him with soft doe-eyes, seeming frightened ... and yet she had begged him to fuck her! Something had to be wrong! Yet there was no mistaking her womanhood - and what was that saying the Yanks had about not looking a gift horse in the mouth? He said, "The sergeant will be after askin' what take me so long, but it's a long ride back and I'll think of a proper fib."
"Not a bedroom," she murmured, realizing she could never let him ever get beyond this one room. She was afraid if he took one step up the curving marble stairway, Sanson or one of his men would shoot him down like a dog, just as they would more likely than not have shot him if she had warned him away. To save this man, she had to offer herself like the most wanton of whores, no matter how much it hurt her. Not only her body, but her own feelings. Because she liked him, had taken pleasure in feeding him, and now it tore her heart to imagine what sort of slut he must be thinking she was even as he eagerly stripped off his clothes. She realized there was a fire on the hearth, and her mind moved quickly, inventing an excuse for not using a bedroom in the supposedly-empty manor house. Annie pretended to shiver and said, "There's no heat above - it's icy cold - and I like to make love by firelight, Tim."
Slowly she let the short robe fall all the way from her shoulders so that she was completely naked before his fascinated gaze. She lay back on the sofa, feeling the leather cool and soft under her back, and held out her arms in invitation.
His pants dropped, and with them his shorts, and the awesome sight of his thick erect penis shocked her. It was built to the same scale as the rest of him, and she had never seen such a big man. He was so huge as to make Sanson seem like a boy - and she knew Sanson's size and strength. He was by no means small. O'Farrell's cock looked to be the size of a baseball bat as it stood out hard, pointing straight up from his powerful pelvis, the balls below like peaches. She saw him breathe deeply as he stepped toward her, and the penis flexed like an iron muscle, the blood-engorged head swelling. She felt suddenly terrified at what it would feel like ramming into her violently! She was sure he thought she was just another American tart... what else could he think after her lewd proposal? She could only open herself as wide as possible and try not to scream at the impalement.
God! How he would skewer her on that great fleshy ram! Yet she had to endure it, or he might well die. Imagining the sight of herself skewered on the massive phallus, she thought there would be one fragment of pleasure in it ... knowing that Sanson would be watching... that Sanson knew she was a virgin ... that she had offered herself to him. Watching her be fucked for the first time by this huge man, and thinking that he could have had her for himself! That would make any pain endurable. She thought she would have some satisfaction that way, at least, and determined to make the scene as infuriating as possible to Sanson. She writhed on the sofa in the way she thought a whore might move and slowly wet her full, sensuous lips with the flickering tip of her tongue before she spoke.
"My God! You're-you're beautiful!"
Grinning with pride, stroking his staff of flesh to peel the foreskin back over the sensitive head, he advanced on her, climbing onto the sofa between the young blonde girl's eagerly opened thighs. She felt her warm slippery lubricants beginning to run from her cunt as she anticipated what was going to happen to her. He positioned himself above her lush naked body and spread her legs wider, pushing her knees so high they pressed against the tips of her breasts. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his huge pulsating penis moving toward the now-dilating lips of her virgin pussy. She wanted to reach out and hold it but, anticipating the pain that was sure to come in moments, she opened her knees wider apart, lewdly spreading her genitals to receive his massive shaft. She saw him take his thick cock in his hand, felt him bring it to the wetly quivering lips of her tight young cunt as he prepared himself for the first lunging stroke. Involuntarily, she closed her eyes, as she might have centuries ago if forced to kneel over a block and await the fall of the headsman's axe.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Annie murmured as she felt his massive cock-head nudge against her tiny vaginal opening. She couldn't help but undulate beneath him, fitting herself to his body. The hot tip of his cock rubbed over her already erect little clitoris and sent something that felt like a charge of electricity through her. She wanted him! She began to moan, "Do it... do it... Oh, God, do it!"
"Ye're such a little thing, if I went into ye too quick I'd tear ye apart," he said. "A fuck is a lot better if the girl enjoys it too."
"Ooooooooh ... yessssssss!" Annie murmured.
She felt him move slowly downward, the bulbous head of his cock spreading her pussy lips as it slowly eased into her vaginal orifice. Silently she said a prayer of thanks that he would take her slowly. With Sanson, she would have endured a single impaling thrust - but this man was built like one of the Angus bulls on the farm! She couldn't imagine how his massive penis would ever fit into her body, no matter how she tried to accept it, but she had to try. Her arms already ached from holding her knees up to her breasts and the muscles of her smooth inner thighs were strained by being splayed so far apart. She knew that in a matter of seconds her naked young body would be subjected to much greater strain. A picture she had once accidentally seen when she inadvertently had picked up a pornographic book flashed into her mind. A girl had been lying much as she was now, with a stallion of a man fucking her, and she had her legs up over his shoulders, her vagina and ass-cheeks wide open. It had seemed the most obscene thing possible to Annie at the time but now, about to be skewered on this massive rod of flesh, she realized that lewd position she had seen pictured would be the most comfortable for her; it would make a fully-open platform of her genitals, offer her virgin cunt to the fullest, allow this huge man to penetrate her deeply and easily.
"Tim ... wait a moment," she whispered urgently. He held himself poised over her. Slowly she raised one leg, straining to slide her ankle over his shoulder, and then the other. She wriggled on the sofa, feeling the hot velvety head of his cock expanding at the portals of her now thoroughly lubricated cunt. She moved until she could cross her ankles behind his neck and, straining against his iron-hard shoulders, lift herself to him. The iron-hard spike of his manhood hovered at the hotly dilating mouth of her pussy, her outer vaginal lips already closed in a tight ring around it as she whispered, "Now ... NOW!"
Aware of how huge he was in comparison to the girl beneath him, Tim O'Farrell pressed slowly downward, delighting in the tightness of her soft warm vaginal flesh, feeling her cunt flower open under the swollen head of his cock.
Then he felt the obstruction. She moaned, and he pressed harder. But like many men who are so powerful they fear what their own strength can do, he held back, withdrawing slightly out of her until only the throbbing tip of his cock was lodged between her wetly heated cunt lips. He knew from the wetness of her, the way her legs were around his shoulders, that she was ready. He eased into her again, and there was the same obstruction. For a minute he was utterly puzzled. He could not imagine what it could be. She had invited him like a Piccadilly whore - begged him to fuck her! She was clinging to him now and moaning and undulating her beautiful ass in obvious desire. Yet something didn't fit. No common slut would have fed him such a fine meal and so obviously taken delight in seeing him eat. Only decent women did that sort of thing. And when her robe had fallen open, it had been such a natural thing... not the way a whore would expose herself. And from the moment she opened the door, there had been something strange - a bit unnatural - in her eyes.
Again he probed with his rock-hard cock. She grunted and he saw a grimace of pain on her lips. Her eyes closed as if she expected to be sacrificed.
The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning.
"You're a virgin!" He stared down into her suddenly open eyes, and read the truth. It froze him over her, his cock still barely into her moistly ready cunt. He had heard of virgins. Thousands of times he had prayed to the Virgin Mary, but never quite believed. He had also heard of unicorns. To capture a unicorn, you had to have a virgin. On occasion he had laughingly told his mates, 'You catch me a virgin and I'll catch you a unicorn!' and nobody had produced a virgin. Now, unbelievably he had one. And with all her young, voluptuous body, she was begging him, a complete stranger, to fuck her! For a few more seconds he stared down at her upturned, pleading face. He knew that in one sudden lunge, he could impale her on his urgently pulsating cock, and that for some reason she wanted this. And then his mind overtook his body, his male urgency, and he flung himself from her, suddenly thinking of the car in the drive that wasn't on the list of Denehy's vehicles. There should have been nothing but the little MG roadster! He hit the floor and rolled to the chair where he had folded his uniform, yelling "Where are they!"
Annie Littlewood screamed as a burst of machine-pistol fire filled the room from the doorway. She heard bullets whine like hornets and richochet from the walls. Terrified, she tried to burrow into the leather cushions of the sofa.
"Here we are, you big bastard," Sanson said as the echoes of the gun faded. He came through the door, masked again, the Thompson gun held hip-high. "On your feet."
The light of early morning was seeping through the tall windows. Annie was sure Tim O'Farrell had been cut down by the deadly burst of fire and was dead. But the huge Garda slowly stood, not a mark on him, and faced the other four, naked. He showed no fear as he looked down at Sanson. He glanced briefly at Annie before speaking.
"A fine Trojan horse you sent for me," he said. "I didn't know you were in the county, Sanson."
"So you're not up to your job, Tim," Sanson replied. He took off the mask and motioned the big man to a deep chair some twenty feet away. He said, "It's been a long night. We could do with tea and toast... nothing as grand as the girl fixed for you." He gestured to Annie. "Tea, woman!"
Unable to believe what was happening, Annie almost ran from the room, naked, her wide-set breasts bouncing. She gave no thought to grabbing her short robe. Now, nothing mattered. She had been born naked and might as well die that way. She just wished she could understand some of this sudden intrusion of masked men with guns, and how Sanson seemed to know Tim O'Farrell. There had to be more here than met the eye.
Somehow, it tied in with Mr. Denehy - whomever Mr. Denehy might be. Or whatever Mr. Denehy might be.
In the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil for tea, Annie Littlewood realized she could escape! There was nothing now she could do to help the big Garda. She might sneak up the back stairs and find something to clothe herself with. Even naked, she could make her way to the nearest farmhouse and find help. In seconds, she could be gone into the hedgerows. Yet something held her, and she was sure it was not bravery. Something, she could not imagine what, kept nagging at her mind from the old movies of John Wayne and Robert Stack.
"You're a flippin' idiot!" she told herself as she made the tea. She caught a glimpse of her naked figure in the mirror on the back of the kitchen door - full young breasts, the tightness of her belly, the rich swell of net hips and buttocks and then the long, tapering legs. She thought she should take a minute to find something to cover herself. Then she thought of how she had been with Sanson, sucking his warm wonderful cock and loving it. And with O'Farrell, her legs wrapped around his broad shoulders and the head of his cock probing her virginal cunt. She knew she had been watched, leered at, laughed at. She thought she must have been the worst possible slut, because, once led into the situations, she had enjoyed them, even against her will. She felt the sweet thickness of her own eager cuntal lubricant on her thighs. Breathing deeply, she could smell it! They had left her nothing to hide, no weapon except her pride. To put on clothes now would be to crawl. She thought a moment as she laid out butter and jam and cream on a big serving tray, along with cups and saucers and a sugar bowl. A fittingly lewd and insulting thought came to her mind. It was something she would never have dreamed of a day before, but now it seemed appropriate. Sanson could beat and do anything to her, but she would have her silent revenge on him ... and his masked bully-boys. Quietly she climbed a back stairway to her room and slipped her feet into spike-heeled boots which came high up her thighs. They made her four inches taller, her long legs more entrancing. She dabbed an expensive French perfume on her cunt and examined herself in the mirror. She satisfied herself that she was beautiful, even taking a few seconds to run a brush through her mane of hair. She returned to the kitchen.
The tea was laid out, well brewed in a big china pot on the tray. She poured a tiny bit into a cup and tasted it, found it perfect.
Then, bending over, Annie slowly worked every finger on both hands one at a time deep into her anus, wriggling it around until she was stretched enough to slide her thumbs to the hilt into herself.
Bracing herself against the near-boiling heat of the teapot, she washed her hands clean in it.
In her thigh-high boots, she picked it up and carried it to the big parlor, grinning as she whispered, "Fuck you all!"
"Damn, you're a magnificent piece of ass!" one of the masked men said as she came into the parlor. Annie had been prepared for all kinds of lewd remarks. Nothing they said could hurt her now - not after what she'd already been through.
"My God!" Sanson exploded in genuine surprise.
Without glancing at him, she put the tray down on a low table, set out the cups and poured tea. With a small movement of her head, she warned the still-naked O'Farrell not to touch his. His returned glance said he didn't understand why, but would follow her lead.
Deliberately striking a lewd pose, her legs parted, the high boots coming almost to the "vee" of her womanhood, she stood so close to the man who had made the remark about her being a magnificent piece of ass that he couldn't help smell the perfume she had sprayed on her softly curling pussy hair. She said with no emotion at all, "You wouldn't really know whether I'm magnificent or not."
Sanson laughed lewdly, mocking his friend. He raised his cup of tea and sipped, grinning as he said, "Pretty bird, you make fine tea."
Annie tried not to laugh as she said, "I put a lot of myself into it... just for you!"
Chapter Five
Annie Littlewood could barely contain herself. She forced herself to walk seductively from the room with a hip-swinging stride, taunting them with her lushly ripened body, knowing they could not take her now. Maybe later, but not at this moment. She was glad she had not yielded to the temptation to clothe herself, beyond sliding her long, tapering legs into the black patent-leather boots which might have come from a French brothel. If she had put on even a wrapper, they would have had something to take from her. Strangely, after the first minutes with Sanson, being naked in front of a man had not bothered her. She knew her body was beautiful. All her life she had felt it should be hidden. Now she suddenly realized it should no more be hidden than a Michelangelo statue. In putting on the boots, she had deliberately flaunted her sexuality, but, she believed, for a good reason. It was the only weapon she had. There were four armed men. They held as hostage a Garda who had been tender with her where few men would have been. And somewhere in the sprawling acres, Sanson had told her other men were stationed with guns. Annie believed him, but she still had to escape, and this moment was the best chance she had ... perhaps her last chance.
From the back door of the manor house, the naked blonde captive ran nimbly, her long legs scissoring in the early-morning sun that was cutting through the mist from the sea, into a field of barley which came just high enough to tickle the sensitive lips of her naked cunt. She wished that Tim O'Farrell had taken her, no matter how fast or hard. Even brutally ramming his iron-hard cock into her yielding body! She had been ready for him! How much more could a girl do to invite a man than wantonly wrap her legs over his shoulders and brazenly thrust her pussy up to him?
But, she realized as the tall stalks of rough barley brushed her wetly throbbing pussy, Sanson probably would have stopped it.
Sanson wanted her for himself, the first time. After that, he might throw her away to anyone. She had offered her virginity to him and he hadn't taken it. He had only taken her mouth, for reasons of his own.
It was more than Annie Littlewood could understand. She could understand it no more than the unsuspected sexuality the two complete strangers had aroused in her.
She ran through the dew-glistening field until the heel of a boot caught on some hidden stick and she tumbled face-down into the sweet barley. The tall grass fell over her body, touching her in ten thousand nerve-ends, and she began to laugh and cry, on the verge of hysteria. She rolled over and over in the wetness, rubbing the leaves on her love-swollen tender breasts.
"Ooh, ooooh, I hope you enjoy your tea," she laughed.
Annie rolled in the grass like a young filly, her naked body luxuriating in the feel of it against her skin. The sweet smell of the barley excited her, and the undergrowth rubbed the sensitive lips of her cunt until she wanted to scream.
The night had been so ... so far out... wild ... and unbelievable. She had done things she never imagined she could do ... had never even imagined!
Actually sucking Sanson's cock ... and wanting to, once he led her to the brink of wanton passion! And not an hour later, urgently wrapping her legs around the neck of a huge naked policeman and opening her virgin pussy to his rampant cock and wanting nothing else in the world except that he would ram his virile hardness up into her belly and rip the flimsy curtain of virginity away forever.
The fact that she had been forced by one, and had done it with the other because she had believed it was the only way she could save his life, by distracting him, made no difference! She had discovered a deep well of wanton sexuality in herself, which both frightened and delighted her.
Why didn't they fuck me! Oh, God, how I wanted to be fucked! she thought as she rolled in the grass, now sobbing with need and desire. She couldn't help herself. Moaning in frustration, she reached for her cunt, lying back to let the early sun bathe her nakedly trembling body, feeling the sweet grasses scraping at her anus. Her fingers slipped between her fleshy vaginal lips where Tim O'Farrell's rock-hard cock had pressed. God - she was still wet! Panting, she began to rub herself, the tips of her fingers massaging her lust-hardened clitoris. She rucked wildly up at her own hand as the sensation of intolerable need began to build in her yearning young body. She wanted to ram her fingers deep into her hotly hungering cunt, wanted to remove the tough membrane of her maidenhead once and for all... but she couldn't bring herself to do it. The aroused young blonde was not afraid of the pain - hadn't she begged Sanson to take her, and been writhing under the bulk of O'Farrell with his massive cock pressing into her, and wanting it so much that she had pleaded for it? Shamelessly, wantonly, like a whore? The thought that she could be so lewd dismayed her. But she knew her hymen was the last treasure she had ... and she wanted to give it to a man, not to her own fingers!
"Ooooooohhhhh! Aaaaaaaagh!" she moaned, rolling in the tall barley as she rubbed her most sensitive flesh toward orgasm. Her fingers moved faster and faster over the wetly quivering lips of her cunt, opening the pink inner flesh to the sun as she finger-fucked herself to the verge of oblivion. Annie strained to cum with every muscle of her sleek young body, feeling the sweet grass beneath and on all sides causing her ultra-sensitive nakedness. She seemed to almost reach the peak, and then fall away again. Her fingers became almost a blur on the "vee" of her womanhood, and she arched her back with her urgent effort. Her outstretched middle finger accidentally slipped and touched her tightly puckering anus, and the sensation sent a sudden thrill through her. She paused, breathing heavily, her wide-set young breasts trembling, and in an instant knew what she must do to orgasm. She moved her hand until her fingers could slide in the passion-slicked crevice between her ass-cheeks and her thumb still reach her clitoris.
With one hard, determined gesture, she rammed her index and middle fingers to the hilt in her tiny nether opening and spread her straining buttocks wide with the others!
"Aaaaaauuuuuuggggghhlih!" she sighed, then settled down hard against her own hand and began to frantically raise and lower her hips, fucking up against her hand, working her fingers around to stretch the sphincter muscle. For a few hard-breathing minutes, she was hurting herself, but then it began to feel good. She wished her fingers were thicker, longer ... that she had something bigger she could put into Ijer rectum. Her thumb rubbed up through the tight furrow of her wetly thrashing cunt, moving brutally into the gaping passage until it touched her maidenhead, and there she forced herself to stop, just rotating it slowly as her tightly puckering anus expanded. She thought what it would feel like if O'Farrell had thrust his long massive cock into her there! It would have been as thick as her hand, her entire hand!
Groaning with desire, Annie tested herself. Straining, she worked the other two fingers into her stretched rectal opening and, stretching, finally her thumb until she was able to insert all four lingers and her thumb into her insanely nibbling anus. The pain was almost intolerable at first, but she endured it for the pleasure it promised, and shortly she felt the ecstatic thrills begin to ripple outward from her self-impaled rectum as she started finger-fucking herself in earnest.
Then, slowly, with her other hand, she began to delve into her wide-open vaginal lips, teasing and tantalizing herself as the mindless lust grew more and more intense in her passion-wracked body.
The naked young blonde writhed in complete abandonment in the tall barley, moaning in an ever-mounting ecstasy. Faster and faster she stroked her lust-swollen pussy and fucked her fingers in and out of her rectum, moaning loudly now as she felt her sensations peak, then ballooning like some atomic mushromed cloud in her belly. In her churning loins, a fire erupted and then she was finally cumming, gushing her woman-juices over her hands as her anus tightened like an all-devouring mouth around her fingers.
"AAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGH HHHHHHHHHHHH!" The orgasm flooded through her nakedly convulsing body like a flood of molten lava, and she knew she was screaming out her ecstasy. "OOOOOOOOOOrihMih!!!!!!!"
Annie almost fainted with the intensity of what she felt, and for a long time she thought she heard herself screaming in rapture. She was dimly aware of easing her fingers out of her forever-stretched rectal opening and away from her wetly throbbing pussy.
And then she realized it wasn't herself who was screaming.
The screaming was coming from the house!
Suddenly dragged back to reality, the nakedly trembling girl managed to get first to her knees and then unsteadily to her feet with the ridiculously heeled boots, now coated with her cum. She stood there swaying for a few seconds and then began to run back toward the house from which she had successfully made her escape. Quickly, the naked girl darted in the back door and down the echoing corridors to the parlor.
What she saw sickened her. She grabbed the doorway for support and stared incredulously.
A massive chandelier which must have weighed at least two hundred pounds had been carefully removed from the huge oaken beam from which it had hung for three centuries.
Now, Garda Tim O'Farrell hung nakedly from the beam, head down. He screamed as Sanson, with a red-hot poker from the fireplace, probed at his genitals. Annie could see the angry red blisters on the big man's body.
"Pull his ass open ... maybe he'll talk better with a hot poker up his behind," Sanson said coldly, holding the rod of iron over the blazing coals of the hearth. One of the masked men held O'Farrell's tortured body as it swung from a rope while another parted the cheeks of his already-burned buttocks. Sanson calmly considered the color of the red-hot iron. He spat on it, and Annie could heat the angry sizzling. Sanson continued, "I don't like to do this ... but... "
"For the love of God!" she screamed.
"He's a stubborn bloke," Sanson said, not looking at her. He took the tip of the poker and touched it to the hanging man's back, and Annie heard the searing of flesh and smelled it, even as she heard O'Farrell's tortured cry of agony.
"Monsters!" Annie Littlewood gasped. Triggered by Sanson's cool brutality, his casual willingness to torture another human being, she reacted without thinking of the probable consequences to herself. She launched herself at the gang leader who was fifteen feet away. She took five running steps then kicked upward, her entire body flying through the air. She reached him and the sharp heel of a boot caught him in a flying kick squarely in the crotch. She heard his scream of pain, saw him double up and drop the poker. Instantly the others were on her, throwing her down, holding her helpless with the weight of their bodies. The red-hot poker had spiralled into a corner of the room and now it lay there smoking as it scorched the wood floor.
"I told you this was a tough cunt!" one of the men said as they held her down. "Jesus, what a kick!"
On the floor in front of the fireplace, a groaning Sanson was curled up into a ball, his hands cupping his testicles. Annie had the satisfaction of seeing tears run from his eyes. He breathed heavily, obviously in great agony, and almost three minutes passed before he could straighten his body and bring himself to his knees. He stared hard at the trapped naked girl.
"Hang that fucking bitch up beside him!" he ordered. "And get that poker white-hot!"
Terrified, Annie was bound by the ankles and, her legs spread wide, pulled up to hang head down beside the big Irish policeman. His eyes found hers. She could see the pain he felt from the merciless burning of the poker, and marveled at the strength of him. He had been tortured, and whatever it was Sanson wanted he had refused to give.
"Ye shouldn't have ..." he whispered as she was roughly pulled up from the floor so their bodies touched.
"I had to," she whispered back. "I had to ... without thinking ..."
"I know ye didn't think."
She looked deep into his pain-blurred eyes, then along the length of his body. Although charred in many places by the iron, he still seemed to have a deep reservoir of strength. From the corner of her eye, she saw Sanson heating the poker again, and knew this time it was for her.
The other men were crouched in a tangible excitement around the blazing fire, watching, making lewd remarks about the two of them hung up like pieces of meat, talking loudly enough so she could mouth almost-inaudible I words. Seeing him so abominably hurt made her forget the ordeal she must face in a matter of minutes.
"I couldn't warn you... I'm not very smart... I tried to stall for time ... but there are others outside, somewhere ..."
"The fault is mine. I should have checked on the car."
"I-I enjoyed feeding you," she murmured. "And-and I really wanted you to go into me ... feel your body in mine ... you could have ... you shouldn't have been gentle with me ... you should have taken me like a whore!"
"I couldn't," he said.
Sanson pulled the poker from the fire, looked at it, spit on it and said, "A few more minutes, it'll be hot."
"Oh, God!" Annie moaned. She did not think she could endure what lay before her. She knew j from the savage blisters on his body what pain Tim O'Farrell must be feeling, yet he hung beside her without even a soft groan. She measured the span of his shoulders and the tremendous biceps and forearms and whispered, "Would you have the strength to swing an arm? Hard - really hard?"
"I'm savin' what I have left," he said. "Not that it's all that much, Annie."
"I-I couldn't take the pain you've had," she said. She felt a need to confess her own weaknesses, her own wanton desires, and forced herself to continue speaking, despite the shame. "Just before you came ... I sucked Sanson. He forced me, but that doesn't matter, now, because I found myself wanting to do it... and I I'd never done anything like that! Then I tried to keep you from going upstairs and ...If wanted you. I wanted your penis so much! Maybe because I thought I might die and I wanted to be a woman just once before they killed me. God, how I wanted you in me! And when that ended, I ran out in the barley field and did ... did something I can't even talk about, I'm so ashamed!"
"Ah, now!" Despite his pain, he managed to grin as he whispered, "and what did you put in the tea you warned me not to drink? The truth, girl!"
The courage of him reached her, and she couldn't lie.
"Shit!" she said.
"Did ye now!" he whispered back. "Aah, and they said it had a grand flavor!"
Hanging suspended upside down, her legs lewdly pulled apart by the ropes, she could not help but laugh softly. She reached out and was able to pull his burned body to her. She kissed his blistered shoulder.
"Hey! They're havin' an upside-down love affair!" one of the masked men yelled out.
"We should be nice to them and put his cock in her," another said.
"Do it quick, because in a few minutes I'm burning the fucking thing off... after I give her the hottest cunt a bird ever had," Sanson said, brandishing the glowing poker. "Fuckin' pig!"
"Kicks like a mule!"
Annie Littlewood tried to shut the vile, obscene words from her ears as she sought for a way to plead for a merciful and quick death. She knew she could not stand the searing pain of the white-hot poker, or whatever else the sadistic Sanson might think of. She swung until she could hold the body of the big Garda close to her own nakedly trembling young body. She knew she would have to talk like she had never talked before in her life to persuade him to kill her.
"When we were on the sofa ... and I was like a whore with my legs around your neck and begging you ... to ... fuck me ... you didn't... when you found I was a virgin. Can you tell me why?"
"No ... I've no more morals than any other man," he said softly. His arms moved to pull her closer to him. She felt his strength and wanted desperately to somehow ease the pain he must be feeling. "I'd have fucked ye through the floor ... but I couldn't. And not for lack of a hard prick!"
"I think you're saying you love me."
"Then why didn't I fuck ye?"
"Because you loved me ... you didn't want to hurt."
"Only a woman could think like that, strung upside down like a slaughtered hog," he said, marvelling at the mystery of female minds. "Lord love a duck!"
"You do love me," she said. Suspended together, upside down, it happened that because of the difference in their sizes, his cock lay just above her wide-splayed thighs. She felt it hardening as she clung to him, her breasts pressing tight and hot and full against his chest, nipples becoming erect. He rubbed over the wet furrow of her cunt, brushing against the tight-curled pubic hairs and over the aroused little button of her clitoris. She could see Sanson at the fireplace with the poker, and wondered why he was taking so long. Then, she realized her was a master at torture. He was going to let her hang in agony until her mind broke - and then he would go to work on her body. It came to her in an instant that he would know ways of hurting her, punishing her for kicking his genitals, yet keep her flesh intact for his own lewd desires, and then turn her over to his hoodlums for their own perverted pleasures. Annie's mind reeled at the thought. She could see herself, suspended obscenely from a thick oak beam, clutching a man who had been badly hurt yet had not yielded to the torture. She suddenly was determined to rob Sanson of his prize, and she whispered to O'Farrell, "Swing with me ... slowly ... get hard!"
"What?" he whispered. But he began to swing back and forth on the thick hemp rope. "If you believe we can swing ourselves off this rafter, girl, you're wrong!"
"Be quiet," she murmured as she clung to him and managed to make her stretched body move. She felt his cock sliding over the wide-splayed vee of her cunt. It was hard as a rock and felt like a trunk of a pine tree. Slowly they swayed together and she felt her cunt flowering open, her juices flowing. She was glad they had left her hands free and were now quietly whispering about some business of their own, ignoring their two helpless captives. As they swung, Annie touched the blistering on his back and almost cried for the pain he must be going through. She managed to writhe around until her lips were against his ear and asked, "Are you strong enough to lift yourself six inches, hanging this way?"
"I can," he said. His rigid cock rubbed through the soft, curling hair of her cunt as they slowly swung from the ceiling. "I don't know what good it will do."
"It will do a lot of good for me," she said. "Tim, I'm going to reach for your penis ... when I do, you pull up ... and then drop!"
"I don't understand," he said.
"You said you loved me ... please do what I ask."
"I'll try me best... God, you've got me hard!"
"That's the whole idea," Annie murmured.
She made herself reach to grasp his thick rampant penis. The pre-seminal fluid was slick on the head, and with the tips of her fingers she -smeared it over the bulbous tip. She grasped the massive staff in her trembling fingers and whispered, "Pull yourself up ... high as you can over me!"
Tim O'Farrell strained against the rope. She saw the iron-hard muscles of his thighs and calves knotting, felt his chest expanding against her tender breasts. Her loins tightened in anticipation. Slowly, inch by inch, he lifted himself above her.
She tightly grasped his long hard cock and guided the blood-swollen knob to her dilating pussy lips, and then nudged it between them, into the soft hot channel of her virginal cunt.
"Drop!" she gasped, and clutched his balls so hard he gasped and his straining legs relaxed.
His full two hundred and fifty pounds fell as if he'd been dropped through the trap of a gallows. Annie felt his massive cock-head sliding brutally into her wetly throbbing pussy, bursting through her maidenhead in an instant, tearing her apart! As if in slow motion, she could feel her tender flesh yielding, her cuntal passage being spread torturously by the great ramming entry of his manhood. His rigidly pulsating cock plunged deeper and deeper into her, searing hot and huge! Her virginal pussy walls rippled as his cock plunged into her splayed body, and she could not repress her scream of surprise and exaltation.
"A a a aaaaauuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!" she cried! There was pain, but it was overwhelmed by the feeling of having her cunt filled to the bursting point, her hanging upside down body almost tom apart by the sudden impalement which she herself had pleaded for and wanted. If she had been asked to describe it, she could only say it felt like his rod of flesh was going to pierce her spasming belly and ram up all the way into her throat. She moaned, "OoooooooooggggggggggohhhhLhhh...!!!!"
The distended lips of her painfully throbbing young cunt clutched his rock-hard shaft as virgin blood seeped around the base of his staff.
"Jesus! They're fuckin'!" one of the masked men said in disbelief. "They're fuckin'!"
Annie wrapped her arms tightly around the big man as they swung on the ropes. With each arc, she could feel his virile thickness sliding in and out of her wetly clasping vagina. For a moment it had hurt terribly, but then her woman's body adjusted to the impalement, and it began to feel good, having this handsome Irish policeman fucking into her. She wished her legs were free so she could wrap them tight around him, as her arms were holding him. She felt his heavy, sperm-laden balls slapping against her splayed ass-cheeks, and her body reverberated in a wild surge of animal desire. She knew she would cum almost instantly. She stared defiantly down at Sanson and his thugs and took perverse pleasure in having them gazing in stunned disbelief up at her. She had never in her wildest dreams thought that when she gave her virginity to a man, it would be in such a bizarre situation. Lewdly, she thought of how many times she had heard people say they were fucked up. Well, she was being fucked down, hanging head-down from a rafter. The huge rod of hard male flesh buried in her eagerly-clutching cunt was beginning to feel wonderful! With all the strength in her naked young body, she screwed up to it!
"Bugger me for a duke's bastard!" Sanson said. "They are fucking! Like a couple of trapeze artists!" A sadistic grin spread over his face. He stripped the heavy leather belt from his pants and cracked it like a whip. "Lads, we should give them a bit of help!"
The others understood instantly what was in Sanson's mind. One also pulled his belt off, and the other two moved to either side of the tightly locked couple who hung head-down with ropes around their ankles, shoving them as they swung, making them rise higher and higher until they almost hit the high ceiling of the room. Sanson used his belt like a whip, hitting hard enough to sting every time Annie's straining white ass-cheeks came within range.
"Aaaaauuuugggghhhhh!!!!" she cried as the leather slapped against her naked buttocks. She jerked forward, which only made her dilated cunt ram hard against Tim O'Farrell's lust-hardened cock to the point where it seemed she was going to be ripped apart. "Ooohhhhh!!"
As they swung in the other direction, the second man with a belt smacked the huge Garda.
"Uuuuggggh!" he gasped, and in reaction his long thick penis drove violently into the girl who felt his rampant cock-head slam hard against the mouth of her womb. Her cuntal muscles instinctively clutched it tight, milking at it with every lunging stroke. She thought of the lewdness of what they must look like, and immediately forgot it, because having him in her so deep and hard and hot was like nothing she had ever experienced before in her young life! With each agonizing arc of their coupled bodies, he was filling her hotly throbbing pussy to the point of bursting!
Below her, she could see Sanson mockingly grinning up at her each time he swung the wide leather belt and made it crack across her tautly-straining ass-cheeks. She suddenly realized he wasn't hurting her, that he was an expert with the wide strap of heavy leather. He was barely stinging her, arousing her body, making her fuck harder and harder in this crazy situation, actually taking pleasure from seeing her get fucked! Wanting to make it an intense experience for her! And he was succeeding! She was sure that if he wanted, he could cut her to ribbons with the belt. He was telling her something ... that any time he wanted, he could maim or kill with equal ease, but for the moment he would indulge her.
She felt O'Farrell's semen-swollen balls smacking against her splayed ass-cheeks and his hard thick cock fucking into her frantically quivering cunt harder and harder and faster and faster as the two men swung them.
The lewdly exciting thought of what they must look like triggered her. She felt the volcano beginning to erupt in her loins as his huge penis relentlessly rammed in and out of her, and knew he was feeling the same thing.
"I'm cummmmming!" she cried out. "Cum with me!"
Urgently she grasped him and rammed her tightly impaled cunt tight down on his thick surging cock. She felt her body release in a way it never had before, just at the moment when his wildly jerking penis became even larger in her convulsing vagina and the hot flood of his semen jetted from his cock in great spurts which filled her with a wonderful thick wetness. She sobbed with pleasure, cumming with him, and wished she could have his penis erupting in her mouth so she could taste the maleness of him. With that thought, she orgasmed again ... and realized she was totally wanton and lewd and lascivious. Tim's steaming-hot semen filled her cuntal passage and spurted in a white-hot river from her tightly clasping vaginal lips to flow down through her pubic hair, across her navel, and around her ripely swelling breasts. She abruptly thought of how it had been with Sanson, tasting his cock and gulping his cum down her spasming throat, and wanted it that way again.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she cried out as the third climax devasted her hanging upside-down naked body. "Aaaaaaauuuggh! Cum! Cum! Cummmmmmmmmmm!"
Tim's virilely pulsing penis flexed and stretched the membranes of her straining pussy, and she discovered she had muscles inside her cunt which sucked him dry.
Almost fainting with the urgent sensation, she heard lewd, salacious laughter from a long distance away, and she didn't care. All she cared about was the huge male rod of hard hot flesh buried in her flexing cunt. She wrapped her arms around the big man and kissed him wildly ... he had fulfilled her, had made her a woman, and she was glad now that Sanson hadn't taken her when she had offered herself.
Now, Annie Littlewood was ready to die.
"Let them down," Sanson said calmly. "After a fuck like that, neither one will give us any trouble. Besides, he'll talk now that we have the girl back."
The ropes were untied and O'Farrell and Annie were lowered to the thick carpet. Annie could feel his thick warm cum running from her no longer virginal cunt. She tried to sit and realized that being hung upside-down had disoriented her. A long look at the man who had taken her virginity told her he was equally dizzy. Sanson came with small cups of water, handing one to each, smiling as he saw they had difficulty in getting them to their lips.
"That was one fine exhibition of fucking," he said.
Annie looked down at her sex-drained body and realized she was still wearing the boots. They were streaked with a wetly glistening mixture of O'FarreU's cum and her own, and she was even more puzzled by this man Sanson. He had been cruel, and he had been almost gentle.-She wondered what kind of psychopath he really was... or was he entirely sane, a man with a mission, a superb actor? She knew she had hurt him terribly when she had kicked him in the balls. Yet he had not hurt her in return, when any man would have taken his revenge. He had tortured the big Garda..., but only with superficial burns. Painful, but they would heal.
"Sorry about the branding iron bit, old chap," Sanson said to O'Farrell. He turned to Annie and asked, "Have you ointment?"
"I have," she said.
"Get it and take care of him."
Unsure of what was happening, Annie pulled herself together and managed to walk trom the big room. In the medicine cabinet she found ointment and an aerosol can of pain-killer. Returning, she sprayed the novocaine over the red, angry burns and then gently rubbed the soothing ointment over the - big policeman's body. His cock, now soft and shrunken from their wild love-making, shone with their cum. With a challenging glance at Sanson, she bent to take it into her mouth and lave it clean with her tongue, and kissed it tenderly, her wet lips circling it in a tight O as she sucked urgently for a moment. She knew it must be shockingly obscene, but she wanted to shock Sanson.
If only she could keep him off balance ... but the lean man seemed to be impervious to shock. He watched with a mocking smile as she sucked O'Farrell.
"I think you fucked it all out of him," Sanson said. "He won't have any cum for a week!"
His mocking chuckle made her rise from her knees, letting the warmth of the big Garda's penis slip from her moistly ovalled lips. She looked from one to the other, ignoring the other men, and said, "Would it be too much to ask just what the hell is going on here? You two obviously know each other ... well." .
"Ye might say we've met in a business way," O'Farrell said, managing a grin despite his pain. "Mr. Sanson is in the business of moving things around and about. Me own business is to prevent this. Mr. Sanson is a smuggler."
"And you?" she said.
Sanson chuckled and said, "You think this huge moose is a policeman? Let me show you something! A Garda doesn't carry weapons." He went to where O'Farrell had folded his uniform jacket. He slid his hand under the neck of it and pulled out a knife. With a swift motion, he threw it. It spun through the air for forty feet and sank deep into a portrait of some long-gone ancestor. Then he reached into a hidden pocket and came up with a .25 Beretta automatic. He aimed at a window and squeezed the trigger repeatedly. Nine bullets punched through the glass. He tossed the gun into the fireplace. "Mr. O'Farrell is an Interpol agent. In case you don't know, that's an international police force. We have one thing now in common - we both want Denehy, which is why we came to call."
"Tis true," O'Farrell said.
"You've got the girl, Nora. I want her," Sanson said.
"I couldn't give her to you, and that's God's truth," O'Farrell said. "She's under lock and key."
"We can arrange to unlock her," Sanson replied. "Where?"
"I can't be tellin' ye that," O'Farrell said stubbornly.
Sanson went to the fireplace. The poker was now white-hot. He picked it up and moved on Annie Littlewood. She could feel the searing heat from four feet away. She turned to run, but two men grabbed and held her. The poker came to within inches of the curling hairs of her pussy. She screamed.
"You just got a fine fuck out of this," Sanson said. "No time to waste using the iron on you ... and you might pass out on me before you talked. But I'll ram it so far up this cunt that it'll cook her guts ... and you know me, Tim!"
Annie could feel the heat, and she remembered now what had been in her mind when she had first asked Tim if he still had strength to use his hands. He had said he did, and then, carried away by her own desires, she had led him to fuck her... when her original plea was that he break her neck and give her a quick and painless death! Now, held by two men, with Sanson brandishing the white-hot rod of iron, she wished it had happened! She would be out of this nightmare! Tim was not close enough to help her ... and she didn't know if he still had the strength. She'd felt him pouring his energy into her grasping cunt and realized now she had drained him.
Annie knew Sanson was capable of ramming the sizzling white-hot thick poker into her vagina. She knew the pain would kill her. She had no way to fight back. Again, she had only her will power. She forced herself to speak.
"Sanson ..."
"Sorry, pretty bird," he said. "Nothing personal."
She raised her head, tossing her hair, and found his eyes with her own. She knew her terror showed, but that he would expect her to be terrified. She strained against the grasping hands of the masked men, and the tip of her tongue slid over her lips. She moved to spread her long legs wide, opening the dripping slit of her satiated young pussy to him.
"When you do it," she managed to say, "Look me in the eyes! Have you balls enough for that?"
"I told you this is one tough cunt!" one of the men said in admiration.
"For the love of Jesus, he'll do it!" O'Farrell shouted. "Sanson, Nora's in the gaol at Whitegate!"
"Ah, that's better," Sanson said. He lay the smoking poker down. "We must get her out."
Almost fainting with the sudden relaxation of tension, Annie Littlewood slumped against the men who held her and mumbled, "What's important about Nora ... I mean, she killed a man ... but... ?"
"She really doesn't know," O'Farrell said.
Sanson laughed as he looked at Annie and said, "Nora is Denehy's daughter. If we have Nora, we have Denehy."
"Oh, my God!" Annie blurted. "But I don't even know who Denehy is!"
"Pet, Denehy is a fucking thief," Sanson said. "He stole a hundred-foot yacht loaded with guns and ammo from me ... which is part of the game. But then the bastard deliberately ran her on the rocks. Wiped her out. Half a million fucking dollars at the bottom of the sea!"
Chapter Six
"How many policemen guarding her, Tim?" Sanson asked coolly.
"A sergeant. Maybe alone, or maybe two or three constables."
"How do we get in?" Sanson demanded.
"I wouldn't know, it not being my gaol," O'Farrell replied.
"I was in that jail one night," one of the masked men volunteered. "Not much of a box. Four cells in the rear. The sergeant's desk in front, an office or two. But it's heavy stone and the front door's locked. That's the only good door. Bloody unlikely we could shoot the lock off."
"So we blow it," Sanson said. He gestured towards Annie and said, "Get some clothes on her. Just a dress. Nothing under it." He looked at Annie mockingly and added, "Would you like to wash your cunt?"
"I would like to wash my cunt!" she replied, with all the dignity she could muster. She wondered how completely a man could debase a woman, and vowed that she would make Sanson work hard at breaking her. Every lewd, vile thing he said, she would force herself to answer in his own terms. She knew she could gain nothing by begging, but sensed this man would respond to defiance as a challenge, and in a strangely sporting way. She was sure any other man would have killed or maimed her after she kicked him so brutally in the testicles. But Sanson had groaned through his pain and was now acting like it had never happened, as though it was all part of the game. She tossed her long mane of pale hair and said, "I couldn't think of any of you using my cunt the way it is - filled with his cum!"
"One tough fuckin' cunt!" a man said.
"She's grandstanding," Sanson said calmly. "One of you go with her - see she doesn't get to the radio."
"You're going to shoot your way into the gaol," Tim O'Farrell said. "And take her with you! Why, for the love of Jesus! You could get her killed, or she could get in the way and get you killed!"
"If we have her, you won't fuck around, Tim," Sanson said calmly. "I think we could leave you here without ever worrying you'd try to play hero, because you know that the first thing that goes wrong, pretty Annie gets it." He gestured to one of the men and said, "You know where the cellar is. Lock this big bastard in it, just in case."
Another of the men tried to pull Annie from the room, and she struck his hands away, kicking at him, catching a kneecap and tripping him to the floor. He screamed in pain and moved to reach for the revolver at his hip. Sanson kicked his ribs and there was an audible cracking.
"They understand the terms," he said coldly. "You keep an eye on her - but you don't touch her - unless I say you can. If I say so, you can fuck her ass off!"
Laughing at the man who lay on the floor grasping his chest, Annie left the big room and went up the marble staircase, feeling the warm wetness of Tim's sperm dripping from her still-swolien cunt. She tried to walk the way she thought a Paris whore might walk up stairs like these. Swinging her taut-muscled ass and hips, shoulders back with breasts bouncing at every step. She went to a bathroom and quickly washed. She found another pair of boots and a flaming red dress and took time to brush her gleaming hair. She had no idea of what was going to happen to her, but she was determined to be the best-looking corpse in Ireland if it had to be that way. She had selected the shortest of her micro-mini dresses, one which barely covered the roundness of her buttocks, and slipped it on. She moved in front of a mirror and saw the pale fringe of her cuntal hair flash for an instant.
She was satisfied. She went down the stairway, a masked man with a gun followed behind.
They took both cars, the Garda sedan Tim O'Farrell had arrived in, and their own. She rode with Sanson in the rear of the sedan, conscious of her attraction for him. His eyes moved from her long tapering thighs to her full breasts with the nipples imprinted on the thin fabric and back again.
"You are one beautiful bird," he said.
"Are you going to blow up a police station or do something nasty to me?"
"Maybe both."
As the car moved slowly down a narrow country lane, heading for the Whitegate road, he unzipped his fly and pulled his erect penis out and pulled her hand to it, making her close her fingers around the rampant staff. Annie tried to show no feeling, although the heat and maleness of him came through so much it almost tore her apart. Not an hour before, she had been wildly fucked by Tim O'Farrell in the most obscene situation imaginable, and he had made her cum until she was exhausted! Yet she was ready again! God, what kind of slut was she?
Now, on the way to raid a police station, Sanson wanted some quick sex. All right, she had no choice, she would give it to him!
She pumped his rigid cock urgently and dropped her head to his loins, taking it immediately into her warm wet mouth and beginning to suck furiously, working her tongue around the hot tip, nibbling, bobbing her head up and down hard so it rammed into her throat past her tonsils. She shut it all from her mind. This was something she had to do, and she would do it as quickly as possible and get it over with. She could hear the man who was driving, unmasked now, chuckle as he watched her urgently-gulping mouth in the mirror.
And then the sadistic Sanson cruelly jerked her head up from his lap.
"You gave me a better blow job the first time," he said. "I want a fuck! Climb over me."
Annie knew she had no choice as the car sped down the winding road through the hedges. She allowed herself to be maneuvered over his lap, her legs splayed wide on the seat of the swerving car. She felt the hot pulsating head of his cock pressing at her wetly swollen pussy lips, and again she determined to do whatever abominable thing she had to do and get it over with! She reached for his lust-thickened hardness and guided it up into her moistly heated vaginal furrow, using the cock-tip to part her hair-lined lips. Because of the swaying of the speeding car, she held him around the neck with her left arm, and that brought her wrist into view. She saw her watch, and the sweep second hand kicking around. Spreading her knees wide over his loins, she rammed herself down on the huge maleness of him, felt his hot cock-head drilling into the yielding, tender flesh of her cunt... going in so deep that it slammed against the mouth of her cervix. She suppressed an ecstatic gasp, determined this time she was not going to give Sanson any pleasure if she could help it. She might give him sexual release, but nothing like she had done so shamelessly with her mouth earlier.
She fought a desire to open her own wet, sensuous lips and moan things like "Ohhhhh, God, you feel so good!" She wanted to let him know how wonderful it felt to have his long hard penis in her wildly excited cunt, but was determined not to give him the pleasure. She would do only what she was forced to do, and no more. She would be a piece of pussy, and the quickest he had ever run into.
She felt the thick rod of flesh in her cuntal canal, rammed in deep. The sensation of her yearning pussy being so deliciously filled almost drove Annie out of her mind, but she tried to show no emotion and she ground her happy young pussy down on him and began to bounce up and down on his hotly throbbing cock as the car swayed and swerved and her ears were filled with the loud laughter of the driver. Sanson began to fuck up into her hard, thrusting with an impatient violence into her straining vagina. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to control her breathing so he wouldn't know he was reaching her. She fucked him with all the strength in her limber young body, making her cunt muscles grab and ripple and suck his penis deeper up into her belly.
And then she felt his wildly pulsating shaft growing bigger and harder and longer inside her vaginal sheath as his strong hands moved down her sensually aroused body and his fingers spread her ass-cheeks wide as he fucked mercilessly in and out of her tender pussy. He was gasping, then moaning and then groaning. She felt the hot flood of semen jetting from his wildly jerking cock into her rippling cuntal passage, filling her with cum as O'Farrell had filled her. The young blonde captive made herself keep pumping up and down on the rigid spike of flesh until it was limp and useless beneath her, and the hotness of his cum was spreading over the soft, velvet insides of her thighs. She raised an eyelid for a fraction of a second to check her watch. She had orgasmed and cum gloriously, but using tremendous restraint and seeking revenge, she had not let him know.
"That was one minute and fifty-three seconds," she said scornfully.
"Oh, you fuckin' bitch!" he gasped.
"What sort of thing did you expect?" she said with a soft chuckle as she lifted herself off his now soft penis. "You come in with guns and hoodlums and almost kill me! Then you put your cock in my mouth! When I pleaded with you to make a woman of me, you mocked me! You hung me up by the heels with another man and drove me to the point where I made him take me - after you had tortured him - and now we're on the way to blow up a police station!" She caught his eyes and added, "What do you expect, Mr. Sanson? Love and affection?"
"You fuckin' bitch," he said again.
"Who made me a fucking bitch!" Annie retorted angrily. "Look, as long as you've taken my ... all my values ..., why don't you have that lad up front stop the car? And you drive!" She pulled up her short dress and lewdly spread her legs, letting him see the dilated lips of her dripping pussy. "He looks healthy! Maybe he can screw me for more than a minute and fifty-three seconds!"
He hit her then, savagely, his face contorted with anger.
She laughed, scorning him, hardly feeling the pain.
"Stop!" he called out. The driver stopped, not quite sure of what was happening. Sanson said, "I'll take the wheel. You fuck her! Fuck her bloody ass off!"
Annie lay back on the seat and spread her legs wide in wanton invitation, her fingers reaching down to spread the lips of her semen-dripping cunt as the other man ripped his fly open and pulled his long thick penis out. As she felt it touch the aching lips of her tender pussy, she arched her back, raising her pelvis.
He immediately lunged, jamming himself into her so hard she gasped. He was not as huge as O'Farrell, but he was big enough to fill her cunt to the bursting point. She wrapped her legs tight around him, and then her arms.
"Ooooohhhhh ... aaaaauuuuugggghhhh!" she cried out!! "I feel you ...'I FEEL YOU IN ME!!!!!"
Urgently, wanting to make herself look lewd and wanton as possible, she began to fuck, grinding her taut ass-cheeks against the seat of the car, clutching him, moaning, her eyes rolling. She shoved her hotly throbbing cunt up to meet each body jolting stroke, her belly muscles rippling in delight as his lust-hardened cock surged into her yielding flesh, and quickly she realized she wasn't faking, she was. FUCKING! Annie wondered how she had gone so many years without this, without having her love-starved body so wonderfully skewered by penises! She gasped and writhed under the man, straining in the cramped quarters of the car to get herself closer to him, get his virile hardness deeper and deeper into her cock-hungry pussy! She frantically pulled the top of her dress open, baring her lushly ripened breasts, and drew his hands to them, felt his fingers close on her burning-hot nipples.
"Oooooh ... aaaaaaah!" she moaned, "Gooood! Harder ... into me harder! FUCK ... FUCK MEEEEE!!!!!"
Not knowing what she might be facing, Annie felt like the man on the gallows. She felt the urgency to perpetuate herself somehow ... and the only way open to her was to fuck and fuck and fuck and get all the semen she could into her vibrant young body. She felt physical pleasure with his big cock jackhammering urgently in and out of her hotly pulsing cunt and was well aware that in this situation, she could die quickly. She had no idea of who the man might be, where he had come from or how he came to be here. But he was fucking her hard, and he felt good in her - almost as good as Tim O'Farrell had felt! His long thick cock reamed her tight little pussy wide as she clutched him tightly and her cunt rippled tight around him.
The helpless girl had disconnected
"Ohhh ... Will I Live ...?
"If I live, will I have a child? Who will be the father?
Tim O'Farrell? Sanson?
This man who is fucking me now? "Oh, God, I beg you to let me live long enough to have my baby!
With all the strength of her lithe young body, Annie fucked up to meet every pulsing stroke of the man who was so deeply embedded in her cunt. She felt her tender flesh giving way to the length and thickness of his cock as the car swerved and spun through the tight turns. The domineering thrusts of his penis in her vaginal cavity were almost driving her wild! She looked down between her widespread legs and almost fainted with rapture when she saw the way her soft, pink flesh was being pulled out of her pussy as he screwed in and out of her mercilessly.
And she wanted what she was feeling ... wanted it ... wanted it to last forever! She ground her tight ass on the rough leather seat of the speeding car and panted, gasping, "Oh, cum ... cumm ... oh, you feel so good in me ... harder, FUCK ME HARDER!!!!"
She had a wild need to be hurt, and she rammed her cock-impaled pussy up to him so violently that he gasped in pain at her urgency. His sperm-laden balls smacked loudly against the widespread cheeks of her buttocks as she wrapped her leather booted legs around his pumping hips.
Annie needed to be fucked hard, and to gain this, she had to fuck with all the strength of her own body, give of herself just as she had sacrificed herself when hung from a rafter. She wanted to humiliate Sanson who was cooly driving the car. She had sucked his cock. He had hung her up naked by the ankles with another man, and the other man had taken her virginity, and stirred a deep need in her. She had fucked Sanson like a street whore, and now she was fucking like a sex-crazed nymphomaniac in the back seat of a car with Sanson driving. Oh God! Where would it ever end?
Her wetly heated vagina was tender, but now it was her only weapon. She had to fuck... and the thing that bothered her was that she was truly enjoying this strange man's long hard cock slamming up into her belly!
"Ooohhhhhh ... ahhhhh ... ummmmmm!!!!" she chanted over and over again as her hands moved over him and her arms locked tight around his back. She had surrendered to the pure pleasure of being fucked. Nothing but pure fucking... the hard male cock in her soft female cunt!
She no longer gave a damn about anything.
As the car swerved through the tight turns of the road between a village with the ridiculous name like Inch and Whitegate, a few miles from the entrance to Cork Harbour, she let herself cum again ... or rather, she could not help but cum as the jackhammering cock drove into her rapturously quivering pussy.
"Aaaaauuuuggggghhhhhh!!!!" the young blonde captive cried out as her button of her clitoris, hot and hard, set off the eruptions in her straining loins again. She squirmed around in the cramped back seat of the car until she was able to wrap her long-booted legs around the man who was fucking her and threw her pussy wildly up to his thick impaling cock. She could not look him in the eyes. She could not think of how lewd and obscene she herself must look. She only knew two things ... she was taking wanton pleasure from this moment and that by making such a vile spectacle of herself in the eyes of Sanson, she might save her own life, and that of Tim O'Farrell. She made herself scream "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MEEEEEEE!!!!"
She felt the spasming, the driving of his powerfully reaming cock into her tender pussy and then the great hot flood of semen jetting far up into her belly as he spent himself.
"Damn you, cum ... cummmmmm ... cum!" she cried.
In the throes of passion, yielding to her basest carnal desires, she gave all of herself, letting her tight young cunt milk his cock wildly as her arms and legs wrapped and squeezed him. She held nothing back except love, and she had already given that away to Tim O'Farrell. She knew that she had been fucked hard by three men in less than a day, and couldn't remember the calendar, whether she might get pregnant or not. It all depended upon the time of the month, she knew. If she was ovulating when a male put his sperm in her, there would be a million or so little things wriggling around in her cunt, looking for the egg, and one of them probably would find it.
Cause a child to start growing in her womb.
She couldn't remember the day or the month, or when she might possibly conceive, but was consumed with a desire to somehow perpetuate herself if she could live long enough.
She fucked urgently, knowing she already had the sperm of two men in her cunt and wanting that of the man who was fucking her now. She wanted the feeling of his massively throbbing cock in her tight young cunt, but the urge to perpetuate herself through motherhood was even stronger.
She let her wantonly excited body go, became the most shamelessly aroused whore she could imagine as she fucked and her cunt sucked him dry until he fell, exhausted, over her still undulating body. Her trembling young thighs were wet with her own liquid passion and his cum. He looked down into her eyes and after a moment pulled the black mask he had worn earlier from his pocket and put it into her hands. He reached over the front seat and found a bottle of soda, already opened, and handed her that.
"You are a beautiful bird, by God!" he said, and turned to stare out the window.
Annie understood. Tim O'Farrell and Sanson and this man she didn't have a name for but who had just fucked her almost out of her mind had some sort of code of their own. She wet the mask with soda and, as he deliberately looked away, washed between her thighs. Their code said they could fuck her to death, but a wash was a private thing. The soda water was refreshing. Annie opened her legs wide and poured it on her burning young cunt and into the smooth cheeks of her ass, and then realized she had to return the gesture. She lay the wet, semen-smeared mask which had just been rubbed over her sore pussy over the top of the seat and composed her words. She knew she had to say the right thing, and that saying the words which could keep them cool would debase her. The words came to mind easily - she had heard them so often before - but speaking them was pure torture. She brushed her hair back with her fingers and finally, after long thought, spoke.
"Why don't we stop a minute."
"What for?" Sanson asked.
"So you can change places with the lad in the car behind, and he can fuck me too. I have to fuck!"
"Smartass cunt!" he snapped out, and swung the back of his hand at her.
She ducked under it and his knuckles smashed the glass from the window of the Garda patrol car. Blood seeped slowly from his hand. In the early daylight he looked from his bleeding hand to her.
"I could kill you," he said.
She leaned over, her short dress up above her still wet thighs, the rich woman scent of her cunt filling the car. She drew her hair up, baring her neck as she might if going to the guillotine.
"You know how to hit," she said.
"You fucking cunt!" He pulled her head up and slapped her with the palm of his hand, holding her head so she couldn't fall away from him. Again and again he slapped her, raising the blood in her face. Somehow, he wasn't hurting her. Although the sound of his palm against her soft cheeks were like gunshots, she felt nothing. She saw the fury in his eyes as he said, wildly, "Smartass fuckin' bird!"
She sensed that he would not kill her ... for some reason she didn't understand, he needed her. Not for sex ...she was sure this man could get all the sex he wanted. But for something else. So she could press.
She could push him, and she would. With the man who had fucked her only minutes before lying back exhausted, she managed to control her voice, making it low and deliberately sexy. She leaned toward the front seat of the car and his hand relaxed on her hair.
"Can I say something to you?" she almost whispered.
"Make it quick. We're on a job of work."
She breathed deep, cleared her throat, and spit in his face.
"Tough fuckin' cunt!" the man who had just fucked her said in real admiration.
Annie thought his comment was the only thing that saved her from instant death. Sanson's knife-edged hand was already moving, but he turned it and pulled the cut so only the tips of his fingers brushed her face. She had expected the judo blow, and had hours ago resigned herself to death, and was hoping to make it quick and .clean, if she had to go. If she could survive, she might have a child. But a child takes nine months, and she counted her time in minutes or hours. Annie saw the spittle drip from his face, and the fury in his eyes. Pulling back, she managed a grin before she spoke.
"You want Denehy more than you want to kill me."
He breathed deeply, obviously trying to control himself, and then said, "I want Denehy. I might need you to get him. Or you'd be dead meat."
"So you'll blow up a police station to get Denehy's daughter, she said. "And kill a lot of innocent people!"
"Pet, there are damn few innocent people in jail," he said calmly. "We'll give warning ... of a sort."
"Oh, God!" Annie whispered. "I don't -can't understand this! Nora! Denehy's daughter! But she's working as a maid!"
"Denehy is a smart chap," Sanson said. "He knew he'd be looked for after he did the job on me, and he wanted his kid out of sight. He knew I could find her if he sent her to Switzerland or Hong Kong or some other place like that. I have friends in a lot of places." He turned to grin at her. "Do you really believe you're being paid the wages you're getting because you're good at yourjob?"
"I suppose not," Annie Little wood said jdejectedly, suddenly realizing she had been taken by the smooth-talking Denehy in his Rolls-Royce. She added, "I still like the girl." She thought of the way Nora had been almost a slave in the kitchen, with never a complaint, and part of the thing became clear to her. She had not been Nora's boss. Nora had been doing a job of work for her father, and some fine acting. She wondered if Nora's tales of sucking cock and fucking were lies too, and thought not... Nora had spoken too knowledgeably of those things. She was a very sexy young girl. Annie said calmly. "I'd give you Denehy if I could ... but I can't!"
"If I thought you could, we wouldn't be making this trip," he said dispassionately.
"Maybe I could bail her out... if you have any money," Annie Little wood said. "I can mention Mr. Denehy's name and ...,"
"And you can shit if you eat regular," he said with a grin. "Mention Denehy's name and you'd be locked in stoney lonesome too! There's no bail on a murder charge." He smiled. "I've nothing against Nora. I might even be doing Denehy a favor, springing her from gaol. She did cut that chap's throat."
"How would you know?"
"The radio - there's been some talk - maybe you don't understand Gaelic."
"I didn't pay attention," she said.
Abruptly, he began to speak in the Irish language, the words rolling smoothly off his tongue. The other man, the one who had just fucked her so beautifully, laughed. Annie Littlewood could not pick up the words and translate them, they came so fast. But she recognized the sounds, the vowels and consonants. She thought that given a few minutes, she could get the basic meaning. Gaelic, and the particular dialect of County Cork, was as strange to her as Russian or Czech might be ... but she sensed he had quickly told a dirty joke, testing her. She tried to translate from Irish to English, and decided to take a chance. She could not come up with a translation which would be .accurate, but anything close to it would do. She laughed at Sanson and said, "So the priest didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground!"
It was an old shaggy-dog joke, told in many languages, and could involve a priest, minister, rabbi or whomever was present to be the butt of it, involving the victim in an illicit love affair which was discovered by an irate husband, ran from his place of assignation, tried to jump on a donkey and escape, only to fall into a well.
The bottom line being, he didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground!
"You are a bird I'd like to know some other time," he said. "You could be interesting."
"How more interesting can I be than I've been?" Annie asked. "You've made me do all sorts of things I never thought I could do ... "
"And you loved every minute of it," Sanson replied. "Now, can you drive a car?"
"Of course I can."
"Well, we are going into this police station," he said calmly. "We are going to take Nora away. You will drive."
"No," Annie said. "I'm not doing anything more ... you do your own thing!" She covered her face with her trembling hands and said, "You've made me the worst - whore - anyone could imagine! I can't go on any more!"
"If you don't, Nora is going to get killed. Tim O'Farrell is going to die," he said calmly as he lit a cigarette, "You'll see it happen. And I promise you; he won't die easily."
"Oh, my God," Annie gasped. She knew that she had to go along with this madman.
"You go in first and keep whoever's on the desk busy for half a minute," Sanson said.
"And how am I supposed to do that?" she demanded.
"Christ, look at you!" he said calmly. "Your pussy bare under that thing you call a dress ... you smelling of cunt and fucking."
"Oooooooh ... thank you," she said bitterly.
"Luv, it's a compliment," he said. "You're the most beautiful bird I've ever seen. When you've just been fucked, you have a scent that no man could miss. Now you get your goddamn ass in there and keep the Garda on the desk busy, and if you do a good enough job, maybe nobody gets killed!"
"You mean it," she whispered.
"I mean it." He stroked the machine pistol.
"Then I'll do what I can," she replied. She looked at the sweep-second hand of her watch and said. "How much time to go in?"
"Half a minute," Sanson replied.
She went to the door. It would not open. She slammed the palm of her hand against it without result and finally turned away, opening her hands in a gesture that said she had done her best. She walked back to the car, legs scissoring tightly, ass muscles clenching, the crotch-length dress laying up over the smooth roundness of her lushly ripened buttocks so the lust-swollen "vee" of her cunt showed with every stride. She got back into the car beside Sanson, slamming the door.
"There doesn't seem to be anybody home," she said calmly.
"Charlie, look around," Sanson said.
The other man departed and was back in less than five minutes, to say, "The girl's in a cell in the back. All the Garda going in and out, which I guess is why our friend couldn't raise them. Looks like the only way is through the front door."
"Shit!" Sanson said.
"Well?"
"We blow in and out," Sanson said. "Get the primacord."
"Through the door?" the other asked.
"No, damn it!" Sanson retorted. "Wrap and drop." Annie Littlewood did not understand their language, but she understood the way they carried the machine pistols. It was such a casual thing that she knew they would use them on instant. The man called Charlie was busy taking a roll of something out of the back of the car ... she had no idea of what it might be, but it looked like white clothesline. He also carried a heavy stapling hammer..
"You said you could drive a car," Sanson said calmly. "You sit here and you be ready to drive, pretty cocksucker. If you go away, everyone in that gaol is going to die!"
"Oh, my God!" Annie gasped.
"Shut up and get behind the wheel," he said. "If you aren't here when we come out, they're all dealt the Ace of Sapdes. DEAD!"
"I'll be here," she promised.
Annie Littlewood was amazed at the speed and precision with which they moved. Charlie ran around the small building, trailing the heavy wire behind him, and, with the rivet gun, Sanson tacked it into place. Four times they circled the building, and she could see there was a purpose to where they nailed the wire into the outer walls. Then they went to the door and carefully stapled the wire to it and came back to the car, Sanson trailing some of the wire behind him. He got in beside her for a moment, pulled the cigarette lighter from its socket, wrapped ends of the wire around it and spoke.
"When I wave at you, plug this thing in. "
Annie watched them move to cover either side of the door. She saw the wire, and she remembered Sanson's threat. If she didn't do what was demanded, a lot of people would die! She held the cigarette lighter with the wires attached in her trembling fingers.
Sanson waved, and she jammed it into the socket.
The roof lifted off the building, and she saw the door fly into the air. Before the first debris hit the ground, she saw they were running in, firing their guns. She heard the angry chatter of machine pistols and the whine of ricocheting bullets off stone walls. She gunned the motor of the car urgently.
In thirty seconds, they were out, dragging Nora with them, throwing her into the back seat of the car.
"GO!" Sanson said.
She let the clutch in and went, tires spinning, the acceleration pushing her back in the seat. She looked up once into the rear view mirror, but nobody was coming out of the police building.
Nora, terrified, was hysterically sobbing in the back. Annie Littlewood discovered the car could move. She went through the gears like a Grand Prix driver, and found a switch that turned on the emergency horn. It began to hoot with an ear-piercing shriek.
"Back to Denehy's," Sanson ordered.
"I suppose we just park this thing like a big sign," she said with sarcasm, shifting down to broadside through a turn.
"We'll do the heavy thinking, bird," Sanson said.
Chapter Seven
At the manor house, the man called Charlie was behind the wheel almost before Annie had braked to a stop, and the car was speeding away even as the second one pulled in.
There were more men in the palatial house now, and Annie supposed they were the ones Sanson had used to cover the grounds when he made his raid. Nora was dragged from the car and hustled into the house, to a big bedroom upstairs. Sanson, knowing Annie would not do anything foolish, allowed her to walk free.
"Tie her wrists to the bedposts," he said calmly. "Leave her legs free."
"Oooooh! Noooo!" Nora cried out in distress. Her long dark hair tossed over her beautiful face as she struggled, but the men easily overpowered her, and in moments her wrists were tied with cords to the bedposts so she could move only her lower body. "For the love of Jesus!"
"Nora, we want to speak to your father," i Sanson said with no emotion in his voice. "We want you to tell us where he is!"
"I don't know!" she cried out, her body contorting as she strained against the cords. Annie could see them biting into her tender young flesh. She moved to try and help the girl, but Sanson grabbed her and shoved her into a wing chair near the bed. In moments, she, too was lashed to it, and she had terrible visions of what was going to happen to both of them.
Sanson strode to the bed and ripped Nora's dress open down the front, baring her lush young body, with the firm, wide-set over-ripe breasts jiggling as she strained futilely. Nora's dark eyes rolled in pure terror. Tears streaked her cheeks. Annie could see the tight, curly-haired slit of her pussy flexing in fear as she writhed on the bed. Nora said, sobbing, "If I'd know where to reach him, I wouldn't have been in jail... I was only defending myself..."
"Fuck her," Sanson said coldly to the assembled men.
There was a scuffle among them for a minute, which a huge man won handily. In moments, he had stripped naked and was climbing between the helpless girl's straining legs, brutally yanking them wide apart and shoving them up, so her knees pressed on her voluptuously straining breasts. He lay over her, peeling back the foreskin of his massive cock, and poised himself over her helplessly writhing body. Then, with the hard-calloused fingers of his right hand, he spread the softly yielding lips of her cunt while his left hand guided the mushroom-shaped head of his massive cock to Nora's still unprepared vagina.
He plunged into her one savage lunge.
"Aaaaaaaaaaayyyeeeeeeeii!!!!!" Nora screamed in agony.
Revolted, and fearing the same thing could happen to her, Annie Littlewood closed her eyes and wept for the beautiful little Irish girl who was having to undergo such an ordeal. She thought that if it would do any good, she would offer her own body in Nora's place. She had been violated so much it didn't matter any more. Nora was younger ... this sort of thing could scare her to death, or at least leave permanent mental scars. She heard the girl's frantic sobbing, but then came a gradual change in tone and sounds.
"Oooooohh ... Aaauaaauugghhh!"
"Why don't you open your eyes and watch?" Sanson said in his flat voice. "The little bitch loves it!"
Annie heard the heavy panting, the loud sluicing of the huge man's cock in and out of the girl's wetly clasping pussy. Finally she forced herself to look.
She was shocked and astounded! There was no mistaking the animal pleasure on Nora's face as she writhed under the big man. Her legs had clamped tight around his ramming buttocks, and her cunt was glistening with her excitement. She grasped him urgently with her thighs and even though restrained by the cruel cords on her wrists, was fucking her cock-filled pussy upward against his long thick penis with all the strength in her lewdly squirming young body! His huge cock pistoned in and out of the clasping little hair-lined hole up between her legs, drawing the coral-hued flesh with it on every outward stroke, then jamming deep into her again so his balls smacked ferociously against her widespread ass cheeks. Nora arched her back, her eyes rolled and Annie stared in growing excitement as she saw the girl's belly muscles ripple as the massive penis slid mightily up into her gratefully receiving vagina.
My God, she's cumming! Annie realized in amazement. She wants this! She watched as the dark-haired teenager suddenly unwrapped her legs, braced her heels on the mattress, and thrust her lower body up to the thick impaling cock!
She saw the spasmodic jerking and then the great flood of cum from Nora's urgently-grabbing cunt... and remembered how it had felt when Tim O'Farrell and his glorious shaft of male flesh was in her own body! The big man shuddered as he came himself, his penis jerking and spewing hot cum into the yearning young pussy of the girl, and then almost collapsed over her writhing, straining body, his face flushed from his exertions.
"Jesus! What a wild fuck this one is!" he groaned as he climbed from between Nora's sweat-glistening legs. "You should untie her hands."
"Why not, if she likes it that much?" Sanson said.
In moments, one of the men had cut the cords from Nora's wrists. Moaning softly, she rubbed the circulation back into her hands. Then, almost unbelieving, Annie saw the young girl lewdly spread her long tapering legs wide, wantonly displaying her cum-soaked cunt, and look coyly up at the men to see who would be the next to fuck her.
"Oh, God," Annie whispered to herself. She could not believe it! The teenager whom she had always thought of as just a maid, not Denehy's daughter, was actually begging to be screwed by these vile murderers. She watched a second man mount her, saw Nora's .fingers urgently grab his cock and guide it into her wetly eager pussy, and heard her gasp with pleasure as she ground her taut young ass-cheeks up to meet his impaling stroke. She saw Nora's arms wrap tight around his back, her legs clamping him as her lush teenaged body lewdly undulated in time to his plunging cock. She heard Nora's almost-incoherent cries of pleasure at this rape and could only stare, not even aware of the trickle of liquid passion that had gathered in her own wetly throbbing pussy and was now streaming down her trembling inner thighs.
Her mind blurred as the time passed and ten different men fucked the wantonly writhing girl, four of them twice. The room was filled with the rich aroma of their cum, and the coverlet of the bed was soaked with it. Annie wondered if it would ever end! Finally, she felt Sanson untying her and saw him shaking his head in disbelief.
"I think I made a mistake," he said.
"You sure didn't figure out the right way to make her talk," Annie said. "I thought you'd climb aboard her too."
"After them?" he said scornfully.
Nora, now obviously exhausted, lay limply on the bed as the leering men adjusted their clothes and drifted from the room. Her hands went between her semen-soaked legs, and she tenderly rubbed the inflamed fleshy lips of her pussy, moaning. Sanson said, "No whore could take that much fucking. You stay here and get cleaned up. Don't forget there are a lot of us ... and I've got O'Farrell in the cellar. If you get tricky, he gets his balls shoved down his throat before we leave."
"I won't forget," Annie said.
He left them alone, closing the door behind him. Nora slowly drew herself into a ball on the bed and began to cry softly. Her fingers pressed protectively over her violated young cunt as the tears gushed from her eyes.
"The bastards!" she moaned. "The dirty fucking bastards!"
She crawled from the bed and managed to stand, swaying like some young sapling in the wind. A great white river of cum flowed from her swollen pussy lips and down the inside of her thighs. She staggered toward an adjoining bathroom as Annie grasped her around the waist and helped her walk. She realized suddenly that the teenager had been faking it - or most of it, at least after the first man. She had been in fear of her life, and had yielded her body, even as Annie had given her own.
"Ohhh, poor baby," Annie whispered.
Quickly she drew a warm bath in the big tub and helped the trembling little brunette into it, then poured in soothing bath powder. Nora lay back for a long time, her slender legs spread wide, as the water sloshed around her violated genitals. Annie sponged her gently and finally helped her out. She took a fluffy towel and comfortingly dried her, then led her to the bed. Nora lay down with a deep sigh of pleasure. Annie caressed her still-flushed face with her gentle fingertips. She wanted to comfort the ravished girl in any way she could, and cheer her up.
"That was a tremendous act," she said. "I even believed you wanted what was happening to you!"
"I did want the first one ... and the second," Nora sighed. "I told you... how I am. I like men... too much! But like to pick the man ... and then .... some of them twice ... oooooh, Annie, I'm so sore I can hardly touch myself!" She undulated on the bed, her thighs opening. She looked up into the older girl's eyes and continued. "Did they hurt you too?"
"Not like they hurt you," Annie said, suddenly needing to get it off her chest. "The one called Sanson gave me a choice ... I could take him in my mouth or my cunt or my rear... so I sucked him. Then a big guy from Interpol showed up with that Garda car. They burned him with a poker and hung him up by the heels - and me with him!" The blonde captive laughed softly. "He tried to protect me, but we were helpless. I decided there was one thing Sanson wouldn't have - my virginity! I deliberately got the Garda's penis hard and we managed to have sexual intercourse hanging upside down from the rafter in the main parlor! I deliberately pulled him into me while we were swinging from the ropes. Sanson thought it was funny. They pushed us back and forth until we were almost hitting the ceiling, and Sanson was hitting me with his belt! Every time he did, I jerked so hard against O'Farrell that his penis almost split me open! But... I wanted it!"
"Tim O'Farrell?" she said.
"You know him, Nora?"
"I know him," Nora said. "He's the most relentless cop in the world. He's been after my father and Sanson and God knows who else for years! And he fucked you!"
"He did ... ooohh, how he did!" Annie Littlewood, replied a little breathlessly.
"How many of the others took you?"
"Sanson ... and the one in the car with us," she said.
"My father will put their heads on a pike," she promised.
"Nora, who is your father?" Annie whispered. "Why did he have you working here as a maid? Why did he want me to run this place? Who are the men who come and go?"
"He was trying to hide me," Nora said, "and thought this was the last place they'd ever look, expecting to find me a slavey in the kitchen. He wanted you because you're a Yank and nobody looks twice at Yanks. You didn't seem to have any family or friends who might come looking if anything happened. And my father has two hats - one of them the black beret." The black beret!
Annie Littlewood knew the meaning of the phrase. Mr. Denehy was high in the Irish Republican Army Provos, the handful of men who were raising hell in the north.
"He's also a smuggler by profession," Nora went on, almost calm now. "It's respectable here."
"Sanson said something like that... he'd stolen a boat full of guns and then sunk the boat."
"He did." The young girl moved restlessly on the bed and murmured, "My cunt is so sore!"
"I'll see if I can find something," Annie said softly.
The voluptuous blonde patted the teenaged brunette in a motherly way and slipped from the room, only to find that Sanson had closed off the big doors at the head of the stairway, making them convenient prisoners. She pounded on the door with her fists for a long time, calling his name, but nobody came, and eventually she gave up and returned to the big bedroom and told Nora.
"Ooooh, God, how sore I am," the young girl murmured. "Could you find a soft cloth and wet it in cold water?"
"Of course," Annie replied. There was a fluffy cloth in the bathroom. She ran ice-cold water over it, and dripping, brought it to where the teenager rolled restlessly on the bed. Nora opened her thighs and Annie gently placed the cloth over her ravished cunt-lips and heard Nora sigh with relief and whisper, "Oh, thank you ... hold it there!"
For a time the little Irish girl lay without moving, and then her pelvis began to rise against the soft pressure of Annie's fingers. Her thighs closed tight around the blonde's hand and she groaned, the whites of her eyes showing and she mumbled, "You're so good to me, Annie."
"We've got to hang in there," Annie whsipered back. "If your father's friends show up, we might have a chance."
"That would be a blood bath," Nora murmured. "Sanson has machine guns and the sort of men who will use them - just like my father! If what I've heard about him is true, he probably came in here shooting."
"He did," Annie said. She frowned. Something was still nagging her - some ridiculous thing about the John Wayne and Robert Stack movies - and for the life of her, she couldn't pin it down. She continued to gently rub the young girl's inflamed vagina with the cold, wet towel. "I fell on the floor and bullets were screaming all around me!"
"He didn't shoot into the-"ceiling first?" the young girl exclaimed, her eyes showing confusion. "He must have known you were here alone!"
"They were shooting right at me, and I scrambled under a table," Annie said. "God knows how they missed!"
"Something's not right," Nora said thoughtfully. She drilled her tight young ass into the mattress and then up to the cold, wet cloth Annie held against her fevered pussy, sighing with relief. "I know about Sanson. He could kill a mouse at two hundred yards with a pistol."
"How many did he kill at the jail when he got you out?" Annie asked. "It sounded like a war. He almost blew the place apart."
"A part of the roof fell in," Nora replied. "There was a terrible lot of noise, but none of the three Garda were shot, even though there were bullets flying all around. The second man chained them and threw them into a cell, and they took me out. And that was it." Her legs opened wide and then clamped tight around Annie's hand as it rubbed the wet fluffy cloth up and down her cunt. She locked her eyes on the blonde's and whispered, "Would you do something ... something I need desperately?"
"Anything," Annie answered sympathetically, without thinking.
"Would you ... would you get between my legs and ... kiss me? I need it... after what I had to do!"
"Oh, my God!" Annie gasped in dismay and embarrassment.
"Please ... I hurt so much ... and now I'm so cold there!" The teenager's eyes pleaded with her and Annie realized that if the little Irish girl hadn't sacrificed herself, pretended to be so wanton, that she might have been subjected to the same mass rape also. And she could not be anything but impressed by the courage the youngster had shown. She had never even thought of doing anything with another female. But, by the same token, she had never thought it possible she could suck a man's cock and want to do it. She saw Nora's lips silently mouth the 'PLEASE' once more, and knew she couldn't refuse.
"I never have," she whispered.
"I know ... you never did anything ... but it's nice with a girl, after men have fucked you the way we've been fucked today."
Annie hesitated for a long time. This was contrary to anything she had ever desired ... but she could see the naked need in the other girl's eyes. Her fingers had rubbed her sorely-swollen cunt lips, and now she could see they were dilating, showing the soft, coral-hued inned layers of her pussy. With a sigh, she moved to kneel between the wide-open "vee" of Nora's thighs. Her trembling fingers reached out to stroke the soft warm flesh.
"Tell me what to do," she whispered.
"Kiss up inside my legs ... and then my pussy," Nora murmured. "You'll know ... every woman knows what feels good ... !"
Sighing, Annie bent low, kneeling between the outspread thighs. She rested a cheek for a moment on the girl's tautly rounded belly, and could scent the soap and musk aroma of Nora's swollen cunt. She didn't move as Nora restlessly stirred on the big bed, but finally, wetting her lips, moved them to the young girl's left leg at mid-thigh. Her naked flesh, fresh from the bath, had quite pleasant taste. Annie made a tentative circle on it with the tip of her tongue, and then a wider circle. Slowly her blonde head moved up toward Nora's dark-haired pussy lips.
"Ooooohhh ... ooooohhhh ... AAAAAHHHH!" the Irish girl moaned and sighed. Her hands reached out to play through Aiinie's tousled golden hair and slowly lead her licking tongue to the wide-open mouth of her quivering little cunt.
Annie saw the soft-fleshed, rape-swollen vagina and forgot what an unnatural thing she was doing. She was filled with compassion for the younger girl. Tenderly, with her fingertips, she parted the wet hair and stared at the blushing pink flesh beneath. She saw the rising button of Nora's clitoris, and felt the girl's fingers pulling urgently at her head.
"Please ..." Nora pleaded softly.
Annie sighed in resignation ... this was something she had to do! Nora had been through hell, partly on her account, and any comfort she could give ...
Moistening her suddenly dry lips with the pink tip of her tongue, she pressed them to the dilating warmth of Nora's wide-open pussy - and discovered to her amazement it had the most exotic taste she had ever imagined!
"Muuuummm ..." she murmured involuntarily. Her tongue slipped of its own accord into the fleshy, swollen folds of Nora's vagina, and licked the full length of the wetly heated slit until she found the clitoris. Suddenly eager, she licked around it, and felt Nora's hips surge up toward her seeking mouth. She sucked hard as her tongue explored and found the cock-stretched entrance to the warm, moist cuntal passage and wormed into it. Her hands moved to Nora's nakedly trembling buttocks, and the younger girl raised herself to give Annie the fullest possible access to her loins, as the juices of her forbidden passion began to flow from them.
Nora's thighs closed warmly around her burrowing face. Annie knew this was all wrong, but she couldn't help herself. The little brunette was sinuously grinding her tasty young cunt up "to her mouth, the girl's sensually excited body hot under her hands as Annie's glistening blonde hair fell across her belly and the wide-open thighs.
"Oooohhh ... this feels so wonderful... after them!" Nora sighed. "Your mouth is so soft, your tongue so warm."
Annie Littlewood barely heard the words. She became swept up in what she was doing, tasting Nora, sucking her tender pussy, draining it of. all its exotic sweetness as fast as the tangy liquid ran from her surging loins. She pulled the soft cunt lips far apart and eagerly burrowed her face into them, her tongue stabbing into the tight little cuntal opening, now even more excited than Nora. Her head rose and fell with the increasing gyrations of Nora's pelvis, and her fingers dug into the girl's softly fleshed ass cheeks so hard that Nora cried out softly and pulled her head in even tighter against her writhing loins. Annie lost all track of time, until she felt the violent upheaval in the little Irish brunette's spasming body and a sweet flood of heated cum drenched her voraciously sucking mouth.
"Aaaauuuggghhh!" Nora cried, clamping her thighs painfully tight around the blonde's lust contorted face. "You're so beautiful... I'M CUUUUMMMINNNGGG!"
She thrashed in complete abandonment on the bed, her cunt-lips flexing furiously, while Annie licked and sucked the succulent pussy flesh. Then, for a long time, as the orgasm subsided, Annie knelt with her beautiful face buried between Nora's wetly trembling thighs. She could hardly believe what she had done, yet was glad it had happened. And then the Irish girl was tugging at her, pulling her up over her naked body, kissing her cum-glistening lips.
"I needed that love so much," Nora whispered.
"It was good for me too," Annie murmured, holding her close. "I'm finding out so much ... about myself!"
Finally when their mutual passion had subsided, Nora asked, "Could O'Farrell help us if we got him out of the cellar?"
"They tortured him. He couldn't or wouldn't talk," Annie said, beginning to despair of their situation. She could see no hope of a quick rescue - not with ten armed men in the house. She was sure neither of them could outwit Sanson. They certainly could do nothing for themselves locked on an upper floor. Annie was torn between a desire that Denehy's men return and hope that they wouldn't. She believed Nora was right in saying it could only bring on a blood bath. It was likely their blood would be the first to spill. She said, "Nora, if we could let him out of the cellar, maybe we could make a break for it, the three of us. If we could get into the hedgerows, we might have a chance ..."
"I'm scared ..." the young dark-haired beauty said.
She pulled Annie tight to her and the blonde felt her fingers opening the top of her micro-dress, reaching for her excitedly quivering breasts, squeezing them. Nora's head came down, her dark hair sweeping over the richly-sculpted bosom, and urgently she began to lick and suck Annie's breasts. The older girl felt a sudden return of her earlier arousal and squirmed on the bed, not really wanting this, but afraid to say anything. She thought the younger girl was still on the brink, of hysteria despite the tender relief she had given her with her lips and tongue. Urgently, Nora's hand moved down between Annie's legs, found her wetly throbbing cunt and began to stroke her.
"Oooohhh..." Annie sighed, her body involuntarily undulating up against the deftly-moving fingers. "Nora ... we mustn't!"
"Why not?" the raven-haired girl whispered urgently. "You did it for me ... and you liked it! It took your mind off those murderers! It will do the same for me! And I can feel cum in you ... let me lick it out!"
"Oooohhh ... God!" Annie groaned, squirming. Nora was right! Her pussy was still full of Sanson and Charlie's sperm ... and Nora's probing fingers did feel so good! She mumbled, "How could I ever be like this!"
She found herself spreading her legs wide apart, baring the secret flesh up between her thighs, as Nora slid down in the bed and crawled between them. Annie felt the hot breath and then the first unbelievably erotic contact of the girl's moistly flickering tongue on her sensitive inner flesh. She gasped and involuntarily reached for Nora's dark-tressed head, drawing it inexorably toward the pulsing "vee" of her flowering pussy. Nora breathed heavily, making little whimpering noises, as her fingers parted the soft flesh of the older blonde girl's sensitive cunt-lips. Annie stared down at the beautiful young face up between her wide-splayed thighs and saw the soft velvet wetness of the tongue which licked so enticingly at her excited vaginal flesh. She could stand the suspense no longer! Yielding totally to the lesbian caress, she thrust her pussy mound up toward Nora's hot hungry mouth.
"Aaaaahhh!!!" she cried softly as the girl's ovalled lips came down on her wide-open vaginal opening; then she wanted to shriek in rapture as the tongue found the tiny, erect bud of her clitoris. This was so different, and so much more tender than what she had gone through with the men! She understood completely why Nora had led her to do the same thing. Spasmodically, her thighs closed tight around the little Irish brunette's burrowing face. Her voluptuous body began to undulate uncontrollably as she pushed her frantically pulsing cunt up to the soft, warm mouth, and she moaned constantly, "Ooooohh! Aaaauuggghh! I never knew!!!!"
Annie closed her eyes and let her shamelessly aroused body yield to the lesbianic lovemaking. It seemed only seconds before she felt her loins begin to tremble with that now-familiar approach of orgasm, and she could no longer control the violent undulations of her wildly throbbing pussy as she established a natural fucking rhythm with the bobbing of Nora's head and the girl's devouring young mouth.
Great crashing waves of torrid sensual pleasure wracked her lewdly straining body as her full firm thighs gripped Nora's head so hard the eagerly-licking girl could hardly breathe.
"In my ass!" Annie cried out in mindless rapture. "Put your finger in my ass - hard!"
She reached down and pulled the churning cheeks of her naked buttocks wide open. Then she felt Nora's outstretched forefinger ram into her anus and at the same time the girl's tongue swirled wildly in her convulsing cunt. Annie screamed in ecstasy and ground her naked ass cheeks down against the invading finger and up against the hotly sucking lips in a frenzy. She felt herself fainting as pure animal passion took over her body. The huge bedroom grew dim as the curtain of rapture closed in around her ...
"Well, bugger me again for a duke's bastard!" Sanson said from the suddenly opened door. He stared at them, fascinated by the lesbian lovemaking, and then began laughing in undisguised glee. Behind him, other members of his gang crowded, eyes lewdly sweeping the tightly-locked girls. He walked over to the bed and slapped Nora's naked buttocks playfully then said, "I can have one of the boys go get you a young, healthy conger eel if you want something that will really squirm around in your cunt! Beats a tongue any day!"
"Ooooohhh!" Annie cried, suddenly aware of what she was doing, how lewd and obscene she must appear to these evilly leering males. Her face turned deep red in shame, and she looked away, then was forced to push Nora from between her thighs.
"Now that you've taken good care of each other, you can fix up and come below." He winked at Annie and licked his lips as he said. "Maybe you'd want to wash your cunt again! It's dripping wet!"
Annie Littlewood was unable to make a reply before he drew the door closed. Mortified, she ran to the bathroom and quickly washed her still-tingling cunt and thighs with a hand towel.
"That bastard," Nora whispered as she also washed. She studied the classic beauty of her face, framed with tangled dark hair, in the mirror and said, in a whisper that could be heard no more than inches away, "Maybe we'd better get ourselves locked in the cellar with O'Farrell. When the Denehy gets back, it's going to be bloody noisy!"
"He's coming here?" Annie whispered back in fright.
"Tonight to the Forty Steps with a boat load of guns sent from America. He's been in Marseilles picking them up. That's why Sanson and his men are hanging around. The guns alone will be worth a half million dollars - and he'll have about two million quid in English banknotes."
"Oh, God," Annie muttered. She looked at the younger girl in amazement and said, "Why did your father ever make you work here as a slavey?"
"He knew he had no place to hide me ... no place one of them wouldn't have found me. So he decided the best thing to do was keep me where they'd look last, and it worked for months. We thought it would all be over by now, but the Yank customs men intercepted the first shipment. So he had to wait."
"But Denehy must have known you'd be recognized."
"It was a good gamble." Her eyes danced and she managed to grin as she pulled her fingers through her hair, spraying the jet-black mass over her shoulders. "I'm more of a blonde than you are! A few months before this started, I took a spill from my mare while we were after the fox and wound up with a nose job that changed my face. Denehy figured the easiest way to hide me was to make a slavey out of me and hire an American to run the house." She saw Annie glance down at the dark mass of softly curling hair that covered her loins and grinned as she added, "Oh, that's dyed too. Every time I do it, I look like I just paid off the coal lorry driver!"
In amazement, Annie thought of how well this girl had played her role ... of the dozens of times she had been called from sleep in the early morning hours to feed and tend to men who appeared unexpectedly, how she had been the perfect serving girl; of the enthusiasm to which she looked forward to her night off and the Guinness at the local. Not once had she ever faltered in her role. Annie suddenly had a great respect for her, and an awareness of her shrewdness.
"As long as we have to be on a dress parade for Sanson, do you mind if I wear something of yours?" Nora asked. "Everything I have here is pretty drab."
"Oh, God, raid the wardrobe," Annie said. "I'll go down first and you come when you're ready. I wish we could get O'Farrell out of that damn cellar."
"Maybe we can - but let's not think of it yet," Nora replied. She winked. "Go ahead downstairs."
Puzzled, Annie did, after adjusting her clothes, which were skimpy enough for a Paris brothel. Dispassionately, she wondered when they would decide to rape her. It now seemed unimportant. Nothing mattered but that they should get out of this. She saw Sanson's men had taken over the kitchen and raided the larder, making a mess that would take days to clean up. Her taut ass cheeks swaying under the too-short dress, she swept through them and into the parlor, slowing only long enough to grab a ham sandwich one of them had left unattended. She gestured at him with her middle finger, and heard the others laugh. In the immense parlor she sat in a deep chair and finished the sandwich, her long legs crossed. She was not going to sit with them open, exposing her naked pink pussy and asking for another rape. She thought how pointless it had been for Sanson to come in shooting when she was alone in the house. How senseless to ruin the priceless paintings and tapestries simply because he was mad at Denehy for stealing a yacht and deliberately sinking it. She got to her feet and slowly moved around to survey the damage.
Annie could not find a bullet hole anywhere!
Yet she had heard the rounds from the machine pistols whistle around her head as she lay terrified under the table. At least a hundred shots had been fired.
Yet no evidence remained. The place should have looked like a shooting gallery. Suddenly she made the connection with the John Wayne and Robert Stack movies which had been nagging her - and it only created bigger questions. At that moment, Nora came in wearing a raw silk mini dress from Annie's closet. It left her tapered young legs bare almost to her firmly rounded buttocks, and Annie saw Nora was better endowed in the breasts than she had realized. Actually, the little Irish girl was almost bursting through the bodice. Somewhere, she had found a pair of high-heeled pumps that made her legs longer and even more shapely than they had seemed when she had been tied naked in bed, being endlessly fucked by almost a dozen men. Annie thought of her own hungry mouth tight against that incredibly sweet dark-fringed pussy that peeped from under the abbreviated hem, and the lewd thought caused a restless tingling to begin in her loins.
God - she would do it again, get down on her knees and eagerly, shamelessly devour Nora's cunt!
But the urgency of the situation demanded more important things be given precedence. She beckoned the other girl to her and pretended to embrace her, feeling the warm thrust of Nora's firm young breasts against her own. She whispered, "Look around the room and tell me what you see."
Puzzled, looking as if she thought the blonde girl had been in the cooking sherry, Nora circled the room, examining it as though she was searching for a needle in a haystack. After several minutes, she shrugged and muttered, "I don't see anything I haven't seen a thousand times."
"Just what I was thinking," Annie said. "But I was in this room when Sanson and three others came in spraying machine-gun bullets around. There should be flip pin' bullet holes all over the place."
"Then they were using blanks," Nora said quickly.
"I heard those bullets whining all around me!" Annie insisted. "Some fragments hit me! I can show you bruises!"
"There aren't any bullet holes," Nora said flatly. "Let's look closer."
They searched. Annie looked for anything at all that might be out of place. She knew it would have been impossible for Sanson to have his men repair the damage - and why would he want to?
Then, silently, Nora was gesturing to her from a corner where she knelt, the short dress hiked up over her naked white buttocks. Annie went across the room and knelt beside her as Nora picked up yellowish-white fragments from the deep carpet. Annie could not think what they might be.
"Wax bullets," Nora whispered urgently. 'The IRA lads use them for target practice because lead is too dear. They'll hardly go through a playing card, but for a pistol or submachine gun at close range, they suit."
"Incredible," Annie whispered. "Why would Sanson go on a raid with useless bullets?"
"I don't know, but now I understand why those Garda at the gaol weren't killed."
"I think we should get Sanson aside and ask."
"Ask him when he's alone," Nora cautioned. 'Those other blokes may not realize their guns aren't loaded."
"You think very quickly," Annie said in admiration.
"When you're the daughter of the biggest gun-runner in the country, you learn to think."
"Now, think of a way to get O'Farrell out of the cellar."
"We can get him out in two minutes ... but it might be better for him to stay there," Nora said. "If he's the man I'm thinking of - a great, big man - then he's the top Interpol field agent for Western Europe. And he'll fight a bear with his fists."
"That's the man," Annie said. "God, but he's tough! Sanson really burned him, and he'd never let you know!"
"And he fucked you?"
"Hanging upside down swinging on a rope!"
"Oh, WOW!" Nora gasped. "We've got to get him out! How wild!"
Annie studied her before replying.. "I thought... after us... maybe you didn't really like men."
"A lot of us like everything," Nora said.
Chapter Eight
Annie found Sanson in the kitchen, his feet propped on a table while he simultaneously ate a sandwich of ham and smoked turkey on brown bread, drank a bottle of stout and read a lurid paperback novel with the picture of a nearly-naked girl on the front.
She said, trying to sound calm. "I see you and the lads found food and drink."
"Mr. Denehy keeps a fine larder," he said, grinning. He reached out and ran his fingers up between her legs, teasing her soft, hair-lined cunt. "A man can do it better. Dessert?"
"I couldn't stop you," she said, under control now. "You have a man locked up in a bloody dungeon below. I would like your kind permission to take him food and drink." With a sneer, she glanced at the other men in the room, all armed with pistols and knives, and some with machine guns. "Or maybe you're too afraid of him to feed him."
"You're pushing it, pretty bird," Sanson said calmly. "You could have just asked. Fix him something and- take it down. He has to eat with his hands ... no knife, fork, spoon. That big bastard would dig his way out."
She said nothing, but began to prepare a heaping platter of sandwiches made from smoked turkey and Smithfield ham imported at great expense from the States, spreading rich butter on soda bread, adding little things like pickles and olives and spiced crabapples. She remembered how much breakfast Tim O'Farrell had eaten. She took two bottles of Guinness stout from the cooler and put them on the tray, but Sanson intercepted her to open them and pour them into a harmless plastic pitcher.
"Have a nice day," he said mockingly as he closed and securely locked the thick oaken door of the cellar behind her after turning on the light.
"Ah, and you're a girl I could love," O'Farrell said when he saw her descending the stone steps with the platter. He sat, completely naked but seemingly comfortable and unconcerned, on a shipping crate. "I was wonderin' meself if Sanson was going to feed me or forget me."
"You told me once you loved me," Annie said. "As I remember, we were hanging upside down at the time."
"Aah, and that I did," he said with a grin as he stuffed an entire sandwich into his huge mouth and chewed. "What's been happenin' above? Ye must have got Nora out of jail, or you'd not be back."
Quickly, keeping her voice low, she told him everything, including the wax bullets, and the fact that Nora seemed to think she could get him out of the dungeon.
"Sure, and I can get meself out any time I want," he said. "This is an old, old house, and it has more secret stairways than anyone needs. I can walk through yonder wall and be gone in a minute! But 'tis not in me interests to do so at the moment. If I'm to finish me job of work, I must not upset Mr. Sanson's thinkin'." He continued to eat ravenously and drank deeply from the pitcher of stout. "I don't know about the wax bullets - I hadn't expected that. Would there be a way you could find out?"
"The only way would be to get Sanson to tell me," she said as the last of a dozen thick sandwiches disappeared into his mouth and he smiled his appreciation. She rose to her feet from the big crate where she had been sitting beside him and made herself as wanton as she could, arching her back, throwing her ripe young breasts and pussy forward, making the short dress hike up over the rich curve of her buttocks, and she said, "This is all I have. Myself."
"And beautiful ye are," he said. "But Sanson is no fool for a woman."
"I might get him so furious he'd talk," she said. "I think he's a sensualist. In the past day, I've done things I never dreamed of... and all this is a bad dream too..I may wake up in my bed and find out it's all been a dream - a nightmare!" Annie Littlewood smiled, almost shyly as she added, "Some of it I hope was real."
"It was real," he said firmly.
She reached between the naked policeman's legs and her fingers found his cock. Even soft, it was huge. She began to squeeze and stroke it, running the foreskin over the thickening glans.
"Can you cum again?" she whispered urgently.
"Annie, with ye I could cum a dozen times a day. But why?"
"I don't have time to talk! Sanson will be opening that door at the head of the stairs in a minute or two - I've been down here with you too long already. Can you just get hard and cum quickly?"
"I'm already so hard I ache!"
She realized suddenly that his eagerly throbbing organ was huge in her hand. She dropped to her knees on the rough stone floor and immediately took Mm into her mouthl This was not making love - this was the urgency of survival. She must have his cum! She yearned to kiss and hck and suck him slowly, making it last for hours, but couldn't - this time! Furiously her mouth sucked on his rigid staff, her wetly ovalled lips distending with each stroke. Her golden hair splayed over his loins. She raked his maleness with her teeth until he groaned, and all the while she used her hand to pump him urgently. In less than a minute she felt his massive cock-head expanding in her sucking lips. She felt the tightening of his nakedly powerful body as her other hand closed on his heavy, semen-loaded testicles. She wanted him deep in her throat, spurting his hot, sweet cum straight down her gullet into her belly, but knew, that if the wild idea for upsetting Sanson was to work, she couldn't allow herself that delight.
As the first hot jet of his cum spurted into her greedily sucking mouth, she pulled back until only the lust-swollen head of his cock was enclosed by her tightly-ovalled lips. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked him dry in seconds. She forced herself not to gulp down the sweetness, not let it fill her belly so gloriously.
"Annie!" he groaned as she quickly rose from her kneeling position between his legs. "What the hell goes on?"
Unable to speak as she used her tongue to roll his hot, salty semen into her cheeks, she held a finger to her lips, blew him a kiss and ran up the stairs. She mumbled, trying to find out if she could speak clearly with her mouth so full, and discovered she could, slowly. She rapped on the door and Sanson opened it. Behind him stood two men with automatic pistols in their hands. The door was immediately slammed shut and bolted. She caught Sanson's hand and almost towed him through the house until the others were behind, out of earshot, and, with the hot cum filling her cheeks, whispered, "I have to talk to you alone. Look like you're taking me upstairs for sex!"
"That's what you'll get," he said, grinning. "I like to turn cuntlappers on!"
He almost chased her up the marble staircase to her room while the others watched and made lewd remarks. Still rolling the sweet semen in her cheeks, she managed to whisper, "Every room in this house is bugged. Pull me down on the bed and kiss me ..., make me squeal!"
"My pleasure."
He did, and she rolled into his arms, moulding her vibrant young body to his and eagerly seeking his mouth. She bent over him and felt his lips opening. She speared her tongue between them and then opened her own mouth wide and blew out.
The great, salty, fragrant semen poured from her mouth to his! She felt him jerk against her, trying to escape her, but she held on, keeping her lips glued tight to his, until she felt spasms of what she realized was laughter wracking his lean body. She lifted her glistening lips slightly and saw him convulsively, involuntarily swallowing, and then they were both chuckling, despite the lewd obscenity of the situation.
"Charlie was right!" he gasped. "Half right! He said you were a tough cunt! But you're tricky as you are tough!" He began to laugh wildly. "You fed that big bastard lunch and while he was eating it you sucked him off and then got me up here and dropped his load on me! I should break your fuckin' neck! Makin' me a cocksucker by proxy! Shit!" He rolled up on an elbow wiped his mouth and grimaced, then looked at her for a long time. "You've balls, girl. You want to work with me? We can make a fortune."
"It might be nice, interesting," she said. She grinned despite herself. "I did that because you had a dirty trick coming ... and because Nora and I have to know the truth about you. We figured out the wax bullets - but those lads downstairs haven't."
"They couldn't hit a mule in the ass with a bull fiddle," he said contemptuously.
"So how come no real bullets?"
"I might as well tell you," he whispered. "Otherwise you'll bugger it up. I'm Denehy's Number One. The diversion! Those blokes below are criminals or fanatics, or both, who want Denehy. He's a crafty old silver fox. He imported me to organize them and take them on wild goose chases. Some are militants from the North, but most just thieves who can't make a good living." He began caressing her sensual young body, cupping her rich firm breasts under the thin dress, sliding his finger up between her thighs, spreading the taut cheeks of her lovely ass wide as his hands moved. She gasped and sighed at the contact. He laughed softly and said, "Annie, get out of your dress."
"This stuns me," she murmured. "You - working for Denehy?" She moved against him, feeling his long male hardness against her belly, and pleadingly said, "I don't think I can take any more sex for a long, long time ... Please!"
"You damn well dragged me up here and they all saw it!" he shot back. "They're not stupid! If you go back downstairs without looking like you've been fucked silly, they'll know!"
"I suppose," she said. She pulled out of his embrace and quickly slipped the dress off and lay back. She caught his eye and for some reason felt she had to justify what he had seen earlier, as she said, "I'm not a lesbian."
"I didn't think you were," he said calmly. "Not after the way you sucked my prick and fucked O'Farrell. But there's nothing like a little variety. Roll on your tummy and slide a pillow under your hips - two pillows. I want your ass up high!"
"Ooooh! Noooooo!" Annie Littlewood cried, envisioning all too clearly what Sanson had in mind. "Not there!" She clutched urgently at him, her eyes begging as she pleaded, "Let me ... do anything else! Suck you!"
"After you just sucked O'Farrell," he said with a sneer. The flat of his hand cracked loudly across her nakedly quivering buttocks. "Get those pillows piled up and your ass in the air!"
Sobbing, Annie abjectly complied. She pulled two thick foam rubber pillows down on the bed and straddled them, opening herself, spreading her legs, waiting for the impalement and praying it wouldn't hurt too much. She wondered if these men would leave her any human dignity, and doubted it. She felt his lean body move over hers, the heat of it, and the hardness of his hotly pulsating cock sliding between her wide-stretched ass-cheeks as he lowered his body onto hers. She felt his mouth close to her ear and heard him whisper.
"I'm going to do it... sink my cock as far as it will go up your tight little ass, Annie! I want you to scream like hell! Let those bloody buggers below think I'm fucking you to death ... and while I'm in you, I'll tell you what I can of what's laid on."
"You'll tear me apart!" she moaned.
"Bullshit! I saw you out in the field with your whole hand rammed up your ass! I saw Nora's fingers up there." He chuckled. "A prick will feel a hell of a lot better!"
"Ooooooh, God!" she gasped, realizing he wasn't entirely wrong. His body was moving over hers, pressing her down over the thick pillows and into the mattress, and the hot pulsing head of his cock sliding up and down the split of her buttocks. In her desperation, she went limp, hardly moving as she felt the bulbous knob pressing against the tight rubbery ring of her sphincter. Against her will, she found her yielding young body responding. She raised on her knees, moaning. For a long minute he pressed hard against her, and then with a sudden flash of agony, the smooth mushroomed cock-head popped through her tightly puckering anal ring.
"Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she cried out in real pain.
"You scream beautifully,' he muttered in her ear. "Now get your beautiful ass up higher and move it around and relax. Because I'm going to jam this whole thing up there fast!"
He lifted slightly, leaving her room to move. Unable to disobey, she began to rotate her hips and undulate her entire body. She felt his hot pole of flesh easing up into her belly, stretching the tight, straining ring of her anus. It felt like a rod of red-hot steel penetrating her most tender body-flesh. She trembled as his fingers tantalizingly caressed her loins and moved to grasp her bucking hips. She realized he had been at least partly right - IT WAS BEGINNING TO FEEL GOOD!!! - and suddenly she wanted him deeper inside her straining rectum. Rocking on her knees, the belly-down young blonde began to push back, taking more and more of his heatedly pulsating penis into her tight little anal opening. Her eyes caught a mirror and she could see his thick pole of flesh protruding from between her rounded ass-cheeks. She paused in her slow gyrations for a full minute, letting her stretched sphincter muscle adjust to the huge pulsing cock. A great joyous heat began building in her loins, and her naked young body jerked in eagerness. She squirmed over the pillows, rising fully to her knees, her thighs lewdly open in invitation and she looked back at him like an impaled bitch dog staring back around at the stud. His eyes were fixed on her taut-stretched anal ring where his thick white cock was entering.
"All the way in," she murmured. "Go all the way in!"
With one savage lunge he took her to the hilt, his cum-filled balls slapping heavily against her lewdly churning ass-cheeks. The force of his mighty thrust jolted her forward, but she caught herself and screwed wildly back at him as she felt the soft membrane of her rectum rippling ahead of his huge cock-head. It felt as if he were going to rip all the way up through her belly to her throat! But somehow, miraculously, his massive penis was buried to the hilt and through her pain-filled gut she vaguely realized that never before had anything felt so devilishly good.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhh!" Annie wailed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his long hard cock took possession of her churning rectum "Oh, my God!"
"Ease down, relax," he said, and let his full weight on her. She could do nothing but he flat, her nakedly rounded buttocks held high by the pillows, and think she had a red-hot poker in her rectum. He had been right - a prick was a lot more than fingers up there! But she could feel her tightly puckered sphincter loosening, and there definitely was a tremendous sensation to having him in her this way. She sighed and undulated her ass-cheeks back up to him, the flexing muscles of her ass-cheeks closing around the length of his cock. He leaned over her, putting his mouth to her ear and said, "I told you it would feel good."
"It hurts, but it feels ... good ..." she moaned.
"I like it a bit too," he replied with a soft chuckle. "Now, we're safe if any of the lads decide to come up ... they see you getting a bit of sodomy, they'll think that's all there is going on."
"If vow were getting it in your ass you'd think that's all that was going too," she said, trying to reach for some humor. "It's big in me ... so hot and hard and long ..."
"No time for pillow talk," he said. "Tonight, Denehy comes with a boat to the Forty Steps. He'll have a full crew - but they'll be a hundred feet down the side of a cliff. The blokes with me know it. He won't have a chance in hell unless I can think of something."
"Have you ever thought of calling the police?" she said with sarcasm, then winced as he deliberately jerked his hotly pulsating penis, making it burrow even deeper into her tightly stretched rectum.
"A two penny phone call would cost me a hundred thousand quid," he said, chuckling. "I own a piece of that cargo. I've got the opposition blokes snowed under, but there's just too many of them."
"You could get real bullets for your machine gun." His massive cock began fucking slowly in and out of her grasping ass-cheeks as they talked in whispers. "Get me a gun," she said. "Get Nora a gun... let O'Farrell out of the cellar, give him a gun ...,"
"And then how many people die?" he said calmly. "You can guess who'd be the first ... because we have to take you and Nora to the Forty Steps. Hostages."
"Oh, how did I ever get into this?" Annie mumbled.
"How did I ever get into this! But it's so beautifully tight. Feels like warm honey butter in there."
He flexed his cock in her now-relaxed anus and felt her respond, heard her soft moan of pleasure. He raised himself and began to earnestly fuck his thick penis in and out of her tight little opening, going deep, watching the red mouth of flesh curl around it, feeling her muscles rippling in pleasure with every inward stroke he made.
"You bastard!" she groaned, beginning to fuck her ass-cheeks back wildly at him, churning like a madwoman, pulling her knees under her so she could offer a better target, feeling him go deeper and deeper up into her belly, his balls smacking wetly against the wide-stretched cheeks of her buttocks. "You bastard! Fuck, fuck, ooooooh, FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
In moments, she was out of control completely, her shamelessly aroused body spasming as she came intensely. She felt her heated cum flowing from her convulsing cunt even as his wildly jerking cock swelled in her thrashing buttocks and his own hot cum flooded like a hot tidal wave into her stretched back passage.
"Aaaaaaauuuugggghhhhh!" she cried softly, and then collapsed in contented exhaustion on the bed. For a few minutes he lay with his slowly deflating penis embedded far up inside her still-rippling rectum. Then he withdrew with a lewd wet sucking sound. Strings of thick white cum stretched from the head of his cock to her ass-cheeks, wet with sweat, and trailed like cobwebs over the smooth, roundness of her buttocks. She sighed as she felt him pull out. "Oooohhhhh!!!" she sighed.
He stood up and began pulling on his clothes, pleased with himself as he said, "You keep your bloody mouth shut, or we could all be dead!"
Then he left the room.
Annie Littlewood lay still for a long time, and then went to wash.
Chapter Nine
Darkness fell, and they went into action. Annie had barely been able to whisper to Nora that Sanson was working both sides of the street. Sanson had things apparently well organized. He had two big lorries and the stolen Garda car and two others as they drove down the narrow country lane to Inch Strand and then up a steep, twisting hill almost to what once had been a Coast Guard station. A quarter-mile before it, the Forty Steps of Legend began, twisting precipitously down the face of a cliff to a cove which had been used by smugglers for centuries. There was only a quarter-moon, enough to light the stone steps, and make the huge mooring blocks in the cove visible, but no more. The lorries were hidden behind high hedgerows.
In the back of one tarpaulin-covered lorry, Annie and Nora huddled together, knowing Sanson was using them. Annie had managed to convey the gist of Sanson's wild story to Nora in whispers.
"It's sheep dep!" Nora had replied. "If he was working for my father, I'd know! Maybe not his name, but that there was someone! I heard you scream upstairs ... did he hurt you?"
"He put it in my tail."
"Oh! And you liked it, didn't you?"
"Why do you say that!"
"It's happened to me, and I liked it! A lot!"
"So... yes, I liked it. After it stopped hurting."
"The hurting at first is what makes it good."
Annie wondered for a minute if there was any sexual experience this teenage beauty hadn't been through - and enjoyed! It was too much for her to fathom at this moment of stress. She asked one of the men for a cigarette and a light and got them.
She had barely taken a dozen puffs before another man, a skinny, homely man with pockmarked face, got up from the lorry bench seat, moved over to her and yanked cruelly on her arm.
"I want a fuck," he said.
Annie screamed! She struck at his head in a judo chop, and the cigarette was still in her fingers. Its burning tip seared his eyeball, and he cursed as he struck back at her. She fell to the floorboards of the lorry, and in an instant he was on top of her, jerking her thrashing legs apart. His fully erect cock was sticking straight out from his fly. Before she could react and hit him again, more effectively, he rammed it into her totally unprepared cunt to the hilt! She screamed again, in pain this time, as the others laughed and Nora looked on in stupefied horror. Then the tailgate of the lorry slammed down and Sanson leaped in.
"You cruddy bastard!" he snapped. "Get the hell out of her. Now!"
"Bugger off!" the skinny man retorted, grabbing Annie's frantically squirming buttocks and pulling her tight little pussy up higher as his eagerly jerking cock reamed into her. "You got your fuckin'!"
Without a flicker of emotion, Sanson drew a Walther 9 mm pistol from his belt and shot the man squarely between the eyes. Annie screamed in horror, seeing the bone and blood and gray mass of brains splatter, and feeling the man's instantly lifeless body twitch once before he fell dead over her. Sanson reached for him, threw him over the tailgate, and, with the still-smoking gun in his hand, looked at the others, a half-dozen of them - all frozen in sullen fright.
"You fuck them when I say you can fuck them."
Without another glance, he dropped from the lorry to the ground and dragged the body away. A moment later there was a splash as it fell into the surging Atlantic a hundred feet below.
Annie Littlewood wanted to be sick. She could see and smell the blood and brains splattered over her and the interior of the lorry. She could still feel her violated pussy flexing - almost hungrily now - after Sanson had pulled the dead man out of her. She had never imagined such a nightmare! But then she had never imagined fucking as wildly as she had, or taking a penis into her mouth, or making lesbian love ... none of it!
In a couple of minutes, Sanson was back, with a bottle of soda water in a siphon. Calmly he sprayed the blood and gore away and glanced at an expensive electronic watch.
"I think I just saw Denehy's boat coming," he said. "We let them unload, and then we take them."
"Hey, Sanson, isn't he going to be expecting a lorry or two here?" one of the men asked.
"You stupid son of a bitch!" Sanson said. "These are his lorries. We're just borrowing them!"
The coolness of his reply broke the incredible tension which had built in the minutes since he had killed the rapist. These men, disorganized hoodlums and bank robbers until Sanson had found their little organization, now believed they had a leader.
Barely visible in the surging area, a boat approached the Forty Steps, without lights. It was slightly over a hundred feet in length at the water line, lean and fast as a greyhound. Not a comfortable blue-water boat, but one built for a job. It could make nearly forty knots under flank speed, and had once belonged to the American Navy. How Denehy had acquired it was nobody's business. On the wing bridge, he peered through night glasses at Inch Cove. The tide and moon were right, the sea rising in smooth swells. He calculated the risks. There could be all kinds of trouble waiting, but that was routine in his business. He would just have to go in with the small boats and hope it worked.
It had always worked before.
Tim O'Farrell waited until he heard the lorries roar away from the manor house. Then, using an escape route he and others had devised, going up a concealed stairway from the cellar, through a tunnel that stank terribly and into a cottage a quarter-mile away, he took stock of himself and the situation. His body hurt, but the girl had helped with her makeshift medical treatment. He had survived much worse. He was glad that the Irish Lord who had built the house had been nervous about the British two centuries earlier, or otherwise the passageway would never have been built. He was also glad that they had found the crone who had been born in the place and knew of the tunnel from the cellar. He didn't know if this would work or not. He wanted Sanson the most - not that it had become a personal thing until Sanson violated the girl, Annie. Until then, it had just been a bit of business.
Sanson was a double-dealing son of a bitch. He dealt dope, women, and marked cards. Anything to make a quid.
And he had survived because he had a certain charm to him, damn his eyes! O'Farrell had to admire the sheer audacity of the man.
He also knew he had to kill him, or be killed.
In the cottage he found the packet of clothes, dead black clothes, undisturbed. He dressed quickly, feeling the pain like anvils attached to fire hooks digging into his shoulders and buttocks, but he cast the pain aside. There was work to be done. He strapped the throwing knife and the two automatics and the extra clips to his belt, then adjusted the sling of the Marlin .32 Carbine with the sniperscope mounted and sighted in. The scope weighed more than the short rifle.
He went out to catch the mule. The mule had cost five hundred American dollars, and had been bred in Missouri. O'Farrell had ridden him, and realized he was one hell of an animal. A big brute, intelligent, sure-footed. He was not about to fall down any cliffs. The mule whinnied softly as the big man saddled and bridled him. With his small arsenal of weapons, O'Farrell mounted, and headed out through the soft green field toward the Forty Steps. He had calculated that the sound of any car or motorbike would alarm the people he was after. But who would ever be suspicious of a mule!
A ten-minute ride brought him to the spot he had selected, unobserved. He took his gear from the saddle and crept through the tall grass of the meadow, belly rubbing the ground. He used his night glasses first, and quickly spotted the trucks waiting. Then, looking out to sea, he saw the slender shape of a boat coming in, not more than ten minutes out of the cove. Something was going on at one of the trucks - he saw a man - Sanson - jerking down the tailgate and scrambling inside.
He reached for the carbine with the sniperscope.
The rare instrument illuminated the scene almost like daylight. He heard the sound of a single shot, and then, moments later, saw the body of a man being thrown from the rear of the lorry. His head had been half blown off. And then Sanson was in the scope's sight again, dragging the man's body away, tossing it into the sea. O'Farrell had wanted Sanson for a long time, and if God had ever provided a reason to ambush a man, this was it! He held the Marlin tight to his cheek, his finger pressing the trigger, and realized that a shot now would blow the whole thing. He didn't know who else was in the lorry ... and, minutes away, was Denehy in his damn gun-running boat. Sighing, he eased off on the trigger and set the carbine on safety.
He took a walkie-talkie radio from his pack and with a single word broke up what had appeared for three days to be a jubilant wake, as he said, "Come!"
Ostensibly drunken mourners quickly departed from an old house at Gufsen, not three miles away, abandoning a deceased indigent who could never in his life have imagined he'd have such a fine send off as he'd had for three whole days.
The long, sleek ship came to a dead stop. Davits, well-greased, silently dropped smaller boats into the water. Muffled engines came to life and the heavily laden longboats made for the Forty Steps, each with four men. Denehy was in the first, a machine pistol on his shoulder.
The longboats reached the landing. Moving like a cat, Denehy went up the Forty Steps first, dressed entirely in black, the machine pistol ready. It all seemed in order. The lorries were there. With a small electric torch, he signaled the others to come. In minutes, men were lugging wooden crates up the steps. In all, he had sixteen men besides himself. Each of the men carried a wooden crate, and these were stacked at the top of the stone steps, where the lorries could move to them. Each of the men was also armed with both a machine pistol and a revolver. Denehy carried a miniaturized transceiver radio, and now it crackled with a transmission from the ship which lay below.
"It's on! Take care! They've got your daughter!"
Denehy had feared as much, when he hadn't been able to raise the house. Well, he would expect something like this from Sanson. Sanson would have her in one of the trucks, and there was only one thing for it - make a deal.
Make a deal and then try to fuck him good! He quietly moved among his men, ordering them back down the steps to the first turning, and then to climb the face of the near-vertical cliff, something they all had done in the dark before. A man who had been at the top of his class at Sandhurst, the British equivalent of West Point, Denehy did not hesitate. He knew what had to be done, and, giving his men ten minutes to move, he calmly sat on a crate with the machine pistol across his lap and smoked a cigarette.
When it was time, Denehy took off his pistol belt and stood, unarmed and walked toward the nearest lorry. He knew the men in it would be waiting for the rest of the cases to be brought up the steps before making their move.
"Sanson!" he called out. "I know you're there, and you've got Nora. Come out and talk business!"
With his words, blinding headlights from the nearest lorry pinned him. He stood, arms raised, hands locked over his head, turning to show he was totally unarmed. The lights went out and he. walked toward the lorry as Sanson jumped from the cab.
Sanson said, "Hello, Silver Fox."
"You. double-crossing son of a bitch!" Denehy said, and kicked him in the balls.
Through the sniper scope, his finger now squeezing the trigger, Tim O'Farrell watched what was happening. The damn fool Denehy! Somehow, he'd gotten onto what was happening and was trying a James Bond caper! The men from the wake were still a good two minutes away. Denehy didn't know about them, of course, but he could and probably had blown the whole operation by trying to take out Sanson and his dozen men in a brazen, unarmed gambit. He saw Sanson go down from the sabat kick and he writhing on the ground. O'Farrell was ready to put a bullet through both of them, when he realized that Sanson had also come without a gun.
Damn, Denehy was a tricky bugger!
But at that instant, two men leapt over the tailgate of the lorry, and both had pistols in their hands. Without hesitating, O'Farrell squeezed the trigger of the carbine, levered another shell into the chamber, and fired again. With a silencer, it was almost soundless. Both men fell, as if they had misjudged the distance to the ground. But they didn't move. They were dead.
Eight car loads of armed men were racing toward the scene as fast as they could come, driving by moonlight.
The mule was happily eating grass.
Denehy was standing over the writhing form of Sanson.
O'Farrell knew he had less than a minute to act, before other men in the lorries realized their friends had been shot and not fallen - and God only could guess what that crazy Denehy might pull! Denehy must have found out about Nora being held, or he would not have done what he did! He was too smart to kick Sanson in the balls just for drill!
O'Farrell dropped the carbine - it would be useless at close range with the heavy sniper scope - and yanked a pistol from his belt as he ran down the hill silently.
Only when he was within fifty feet of the lorries did he see the other dark-clad men moving in. From his vantage point, he had not seen them as they climbed the cliff from the Forty Steps. He said, "Shit!"
The sure knowledge of the blood-bath that was just about to happen spurred him on! Like an Olympic sprinter, he ran, jumping over the bodies of the two men he had killed, and leaped into the back of the lorry, through the canvas flap.
The sudden appearance of the huge man in the lorry, illuminated by only a lantern, startled the five men still there. He didn't dare shoot, because the sound of a gun going off would have alerted the entire group in the lorry ahead. But just his waving gun was enough to freeze these in their places.
He wasted no time with words.
He grabbed Annie, who was nearest, and with one hand and a flexing of his mighty body, threw her through the rear and down a steep grass-covered embankment. The others stared at him in astonishment. Then, in an identical move, he threw Nora out over the tailgate and into the tall grass.
Abruptly, the hypnotic spell was over and the men went for their pistols. O'Farrell began shooting. He had two Browning 9 mm automatics, each holding nine shells. He killed the first two men to raise their guns to him, and in less then a second, all the others were standing, hands above their heads wide-eyed in fright. The two who had reached never had time to cock their guns. He shot the lantern and rolled over the tailgate, dropping onto the sprawled bodies of the men he had killed with the carbine, and then off into the darkness. He could hear the two girls screaming somewhere down the hillside, and it came to his mind that if they could make so much noise, they couldn't be hurt much.
He had a glimpse of Denehy dropping to the ground and rolling out of the lorry's headlight beams.
In the distance, he could hear the roar of motors, and gave them no mind. The reinforcements couldn't arrive in time. But he knew Denehy had men deployed, and what was going to happen. He rolled into bushes, the smoking pistol in his hand, another on his left hip, and extra clips.
The firing began as men piled from the other lorry and two cars and O'Farrell thought, This is like any damn war, they're going to shoot at anything that moves!
He tried to stay out of sight. There was no way to tell Denehy's men from Sanson's! And he expected either side would take great pleasure in making a target of him. He lay flat, making his bulk small as possible, with the heavy automatic laid across his wrist. For an instant, lights flashed, and he saw a machine pistol arc through the air, to be caught by Sanson, still on his knees but getting up fast. The unarmed Denehy was diving for the bushes, but brightly-lighted at the instant.
Sanson gripped the rapid-fire weapon with both hands and it spewed lead.
O'Farrell squeezed the trigger of the heavy automatic and Sanson's head simply disintegrated. His body dropped and blood gushed in a red fountain in the headlights of the truck and for a moment as his heart pumped its final beats.
Cars, now running with headlights on, roared up.
Armed men piled from them as the two survivors of Sanson's task force threw down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. One of Denehy's men had been hit through the fleshy part of a leg, but was able to stand and move. Denehy crawled from the bushes as O'Farrell stood, holstering his pistol.
He walked to the body of Sanson and looked at it, shaking his head.
The mule, who did not like his line of work, took off at top speed for his barn.
Annie and Nora crawled up the steep hillside to the road once there was silence. Both were shaking and bruised.
"That was a good shot, Tim," Denehy said to O'Farrell as the two stood over Sanson's body. "I thank ye for getting the girls out."
"Tis me pleasure to do that, but I get sick when I kill a man."
"Meself too," Denehy said. "You'll be takin' the girls home?"
"I will," O'Farrell said. "The superintendent of the Garda is on the scene. He'll be takin' ye to the Bridewell."
"And for what reason?"
"Smugglin' arms and ammo."
"Ye'll be after findin' them first before ye make a charge." Denehy said, grinning.
"And what would be in these crates?"
"Horse shit! I don't know of any law against transporting horse shit," Denehy said, grinning. He watched as Tim O'Farrell picked up a machine pistol one of the men had dropped and shot the top off a crate and looked into it.
"Horse shit!" the big cop agreed.
"You don't think I'd transport anything illegal!"
"Fuck off, Denehy ... Oh God, go away!" O'Farrell groaned. The damn Silver Fox had escaped again, but at least he had Sanson's dead meat for the books. "Your boat's waiting."
"So it is ... but I think that's my daughter and my housekeeper climbing out of the hedge you threw them over."
The reunion lasted only a few minutes, with O'Farrell shaking his head while the other police cleaned up the mess.
"Ye'll take care of me girls?" Denehy said.
"I will." Tim O'Farrell grinned. "Ah, yes, I will."
The mule having left, O'Farrell took one of the cars which Sanson's men had used and drove the three of them back to the manor. Riding a longboat back to the big, fast ship, Denehy smiled. There was no more Sanson to trouble him, and on the northwest coast, at a cove near Galway, a large schooner would at this minute be unloading the arms and ammo. On his boat, there was nothing more deadly than a flare pistol. In a week or two, after another trip to France and a transfer of cargo at sea, he would come back. That Annie girl would be fine delicious fucking.
"Jesus, what a day," O'Farrell said as he parked the car at the big house and they went inside. "Twelve men dead, and I took five of them."
"You shot those two when they got out of the truck," Annie replied. "We never heard a sound, but they fell."
"That's my line of work."
"Let's not talk about it - let's go to bed ... a big bed!" Nora said.
"You want to share?" Annie said.
"I don't want to sleep alone ... none of us do ... and there are only three," the little Irish girl replied.
"True," the big man replied, "just the two of ye and me." He rolled his eyes, then said, "But, truly now, I don't mind if you want to share me.
They led him to the master bedroom and almost ripped his clothes off. Then they went through a charade of flipping coins to see who would do what, without telling him what was going to happen to him. He found his happily throbbing cock getting iron-hard as they went through one after another bet, and soon he just lay back on the bed, his penis sticking up from his abdomen like a flagpole.
Finally, with a laugh of victory, Nora came to slip between his legs. For a long time, she bent over him, just teasing him with her lips and tongue, and then finally taking his rigid penis into her softly ovalling mouth. Slowly, she began to suck, her tongue swirling around and around his lust-swollen cock-head. The big policeman moaned and jerked up into her mouth.
Damn, but she was good with her mouth - and only a kid! He was aware of Annie lying beside him, grinning. And then she moved to straddle his face and bring the hot wetness of her sweet young cunt to his mouth, and he began to lick her. And Nora, having played with his cock in her gulping lips until he was on fire and ready to explode, laughed and gaily mounted him, pulling him up into her wetly clasping cunt and then slowly dropping her hips down over him.
The two girls worked together, one making him feast on her pussy while the other rode up and down like a merry-go-round's horse on the rigid pole of his manhood. Through Annie's widespread thighs, he could see them all in the antique mirror. It looked so obscenely perfect, he could feel himself getting almost to the point of cumming.
And then, still working him over, the two girls reached for each other, hands caressing breasts, lips seeking and finding, tongues entangled.
He couldn't stand it any longer. Urgently he rammed his cock up into Nora's tight young pussy and pulled the wide-stretched cunt of Annie down to his hungry mouth and speared his long slippery tongue into its warmly perfumed depths.
At that moment, they all made the same sound.
"AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHH!"
And not a single one of them realized that Tim O'Farrell's police walkie-talkie was still switched on to transmit, and half the police in Ireland were listening completely enthralled as the trio made love through the long happy hours of the Galway night...
