Of all of the human emotions, terror is perhaps the least predictable. Terror can hit as suddenly as an earthquake... or it can slip silently in, as insidious as the fog that gradually darkens the moors and swamps. For the human body, fear and sudden alarm are beneficial at times because they throw a powerful surge of adrenalin into the bloodstream, making fight or flight possible. Terror, on the other hand, is harmful to the body because it stuns, stupifies... hypnotizes. Terror is the emotion that holds a bird motionless at the slithering approach of a snake, the emotion that sends a herd of sheep stampeding over a cliff at the smell or sudden bark of a puma.
And it was terror that 19-year-old Ellen Martin felt at the moment.
The emotion was a familiar one to the young girl. It had been as much a part of her as her own flesh during the entire night, ever since the four escaped convicts had abducted her on a lonely road and had thrown her in the back of their stolen pickup truck. The first to rape her had been Billy, the proud, darkly handsome leader of the gang; Billy, a man composed of equal parts of cruelty and gentleness - of callousness and sensitivity. Then, in a deserted warehouse, while Ellen nakedly looked on in humiliation, the convicts had gambled in a crap game to see who would be next to assault her sensually innocent young body.
The stocky, balding Cash had been the winner. Full of whiskey and drunken good nature, he had permitted the fat and aging Pop to use Ellen's mouth as a receptacle for his lewd sperm while he humbled the kneeling girl from behind.
Only Vito, the little weasel-like killer, had been refused permission to assault the girl following a clash of personalities between Billy and Vito - with the sadistic killer slinking off to wait his opportunity and vowing to take over the leadership of the gang - even if it meant killing Billy.
The long night of rape had seemed interminable, and sometime during it Ellen had become aware of terrible knowledge - about the men and about herself.
She had learned that the convicts had been aided in breaking out of the Florida prison - helped by someone who wanted a special job done. The job: the murder of a Senator who would be visiting a nearby city shortly. Within hours, the person or persons who had hired them would be coming to the warehouse to make the payoff and arrange for the final details.
Somehow, as important as that information was, it faded into insignificance when compared to the stunning thing Ellen had learned about herself. In the midst of her most degrading moment of sexual abuse, she had responded - reacting from the wantonness of her own shamelessly aroused body, lewdly crying out encouragement like a savage bitch in heat and then repeatedly orgasming until she lapsed into unconsciousness.
The second bit of information about herself had come shortly before dawn when Ellen awakened to find everyone asleep - including Vito who was supposed to be standing guard. Quickly dressing, she had stolen down the two flights of stairs, and run bare footedly away from the warehouse. During her flight, the young girl, who had many times thought about suicide and had wished for death during the last seven tortuous hours, suddenly became aware how important life really was... realizing that the only thing that mattered was to exist. Honor, dignity, morals were all very nice things for civilized people, but in order to live in the jungle one must sometimes reject these things if they stand in the way of existing.
She had run... run toward life... and then, behind her, about a quarter of a mile away, she had heard the sound of pursuing footsteps in the still of the tropical night. Vito! If he caught her, there would be no hope whatsoever for her. He would rape... and then like the jacket defecating on food to despoil it for other predators, he would kill her. She knew it, knew it all too well, for the little convict obviously was the evil personification of the sadistic, psychopathic killer.
And then, miraculously, ahead of her, there had come the lights of an automobile driving down the coast highway. Ellen frantically waved her arms and ran blindly toward the light. The car stopped. Quickly jumping in the back seat. she screamed for help and felt the car accelerate as she blurted out that she had been kidnapped by four convicts, raped repeatedly, and that the men were planning to kill a Senator.
The driver of the car, a well-dressed middle-aged man, had driven rapidly, almost running down Vito who was forced to dive for his life. Beside Ellen on the backseat of the car, a huge German Shepherd was barking excitedly.
"Shut up. Rex," the man had commanded, and then told his attractive young female companion, "Sylvia, keep the dog quiet. "
Feeling safe, Ellen slumped momentarily into unconsciousness.
And then... she had awakened to terror... stark terror!... for the car had turned down the gravel road leading to the warehouse.
"No, you mustn't... they're down there," Ellen gasped, in warning, her eyes wild with fright. She reached for the door handle, ready to jump from the car.
"Guard her, Rex, " the man said quietly. The big German Shepherd stiffened beside her, then growled in warning, his teeth bared.
Ellen saw the man looking at her in the rear view mirror. "Don't go any further, the men... the escaped convicts... they 're down there," she cried.
It was Sylvia who said it, pronouncing each word with relish and smiling with an expression composed of amusement and cruelty. "Yeh... we know they're in the warehouse. They're waiting for us. "
"Oh... God!" Ellen gasped.
"Not even He can help you now, sister. Your ass is mud. " Sylvia said, then laughed as though she had just heard the most humorous joke of all time.
Ahead of her, standing silhouetted in the warehouse entrance, Ellen saw Cash... and she knew, with a new/and even more cancerous growth of terror, that this time she would never escape alive from the old building...
CHAPTER ONE
The sea wind rushed through the eaves of the large warehouse, sending draughts of humid air through the cracks in the windows and up the stairs into the rooms occupied by Cash and Ellen, the driver, Sylvia, and the German Shepherd.
Cash sat nervously silent. After his face had broken into a grin of relief at seeing Ellen captive, he had said simply, "Hi, Sylvia," out of the corner of his mouth and then gruffly but not cruelly grasped Ellen's elbow and led her back upstairs.
It was obvious that he was uncomfortable around the well-dressed middle aged man, who--in spite of the dimness--had put on a pair of sun glasses. The man's clothes, suave cleanliness, and unsmiling face made him look more menacing than any of the convicts. Feeling drained of hope and lifeless, Ellen sat wearily down at the small table, her shoulders slumped, and felt the return of sensation to her gravel- shredded bare feet. The pain seemed to radiate upward to her bruised and battered vagina; it throbbed in protest with each beat of her heart.
Sylvia stood with her hands on her hips and gazed around at the soiled mattresses and the litter on the floor. "Jeez, what a fucking dump," she said loudly and to no one in particular.
The driver had disdainfully pulled out a chair opposite Ellen, brushed crumbs off it, and sat down, holding his umbrella between his knee; the attach' case he had been carrying was placed on the floor by his left foot. Ellen noted that he continued to wear his hat, raincoat, and driving gloves. He waited quietly, like a sleeping coiled snake, as if he had all the time in the world.
Ellen was sitting there, trying not to weep, when she saw the German Shepherd, Rex, suddenly perk his long ears forward. He rose, his tail wagging, and went to the head of the stairs. Then he barked loudly and began noisily scrambling down toward the landing.
The driver spun rapidly, his hand blurred as it came out of the raincoat pocket clutching a snub-nosed revolver. Ellen gasped as both Sylvia and Cash froze.
A second later, they all relaxed when Billy silently padded into the room followed by the dog. His hooded eyes took in Ellen first and, although he didn't speak to her, she sensed a surprisingly quiet gentleness in his movements which made her feel slightly more at ease.
His hand dropped to Rex's ears and he scratched the dog affectionately as he nodded toward the man who had been driving the car.
It was then that Sylvia, tall, dark-haired, and sensual-looking in spite of the fact that she was probably still a teenager, stood up with a look of obvious displeasure on her face. "Whatsa matter, Billy, don't you have any kisses for me, or have ya been saving them up for your goddamn dog," she asked coarsely. When he didn't answer immediately, her eyes narrowed nastily, "Or maybe you been up so long that you've gotten used to those penitentiary fairies I hear so much about. Or maybe it's this blonde bitch here," she said, tossing her head contemptuously toward Ellen.
"Shut up, Sylvia," he said ominously.
"Don't tell me to shut up... " she began and her words were cut short in the middle of the sentence when Billy took two fast steps forward and viciously slapped her face; the force of the blow caused the girl to topple sideways and fall onto the mattress.
"Who is she," Sylvia spat out like an angry cat.
"That ain't none of your business." His attitude softened unexpectedly. "Besides, we wanted a little something to keep us company while we waited for you guys to show. We just might need her if things get tight with the fuzz."
Sylvia stood, obviously emboldened again by his softened tone of voice. She looked at the gang leader, then glared at Ellen across the length of the room. She was a tall, remarkably striking girl with jet black hair and large, ripely rounded breasts whose nipples appeared clearly beneath her tight, flimsy blouse. Her young face had an arrogance to it that emphasized an aggressive sexuality, and it was suddenly quite obvious to Ellen why Billy had been attracted to the woman: she was the perfect alter ego to the gang chief, whose every gesture reflected a primitive grace and animal sexuality.
The tall brunette nodded, then her lips curled in a sneer and her face flushed. "She says you all gang-banged her. Ya mean to say ya couldn't wait until I got here to get a little?"
Cash broke out with a loud guffaw, a laugh that was quickly smothered when he saw the murderous look on Billy's face. "Why should I wait for a slut like you?" he said quietly. "Did you wait? Or have the stories I've been hearing about you and 'Paddy' O'Hare been all lies?"
"Billy... honestly... I... I... " she began, and it was obvious from her expression that she was going to lie.
"Oh, shut up," he said contemptuously. "Just shut up."
The gang leader went back toward the doorway and rapidly flicked the light switch off and on three times. "Pop's out there at the turn-off," he said to Cash. "Anyone seen Vito?"
"I believe I almost ran over him," the well-dressed man said, not changing expression.
"It's too bad you didn't," Billy said. "It would have saved me the trouble of killing the son of a bitch."
A moment later, the sound of the pickup truck came from beneath the windows. This was followed by Pop's heavy foot-tred on the stairs. He, like all the others, looked relieved when he saw Ellen had been recaptured. "It's starting to rain," he said, as casual as if he were entering a barber shop for a haircut.
"You see Vito?" Billy asked.
Pop hesitated a second, then shrugged. "Yeh. I saw him cutting through the dunes coming in this direction." He looked back and forth between Ellen and Billy, then shrugged again as if he had decided to keep his thoughts to himself. His weathered face broke into a slight grin when he saw Sylvia, apparently for the first time. "Why... lookie who's come to visit! Hello, there... honey," he growled playfully.
Sylvia merely stared at him as if he were something that had crawled out of a sewer pipe, then turned her back on him.
Pop's face flushed in anger and his eyes narrowed. Ellen found herself shuddering at his look of hatred, and it was only then that she remembered her original opinion of the fat old man--that although he was not as sadistic as Vito, he was probably the most evil of all of the convicts in spite of his jolliness and friendly outgoing demeanor.
Less than a minute later, Rex moved restlessly away from Billy's side and growled low in his throat. The gang leader gave a hand signal and the dog went over to the corner and lay down.
Vito, looking white-faced and frightened, slunk into the room. His ferrety eyes blazed with murder as they swept over Ellen. "You fucking bitch," he said, and had taken one step toward the cringing young blonde when Billy's fist hit him on the side of the head. He literally flew through the air and bounced against the wall, where he slumped almost unconscious to the floor. Then, shaking his head to clear it, his eyes a cauldron of madness, he put his hand in his pocket and withdrew a switch blade knife which he flickered open. The seven inch blade leapt to life, ready to destroy.
Stone-faced, completely unconcerned, Billy pulled a revolver from his waist band and pulled back the trigger with a soft click. "Tell everyone goodbye, Vito."
Only then did the wiry little convict panic. "No... no, Billy. Don't... " he panted. "Look, I'm throwing away my knife. I didn't mean... I... NO... " The last was a scream as he saw his death warrant written on the gang leader's face. "NO!"
"No, Billy," a new voice came--a voice of authority, full of cold menace... sure of itself.
Billy spun around and found himself facing the barrel of the well- dressed man's gun.
"Put it away, Billy. Put it away... now!" the man said, his finger white on the trigger.
There was silence for a moment--a silence broken only by the sound of excited spittle sliding down Pop's throat as he swallowed, and the sudden scrabble of paws against wood as Rex scrambled to his feet.
"Stay," Bill commanded, not taking his eyes off the man. When he was satisfied that the German Shepherd was going to obey, he asked, "Why shouldn't I kill that little son of a bitch? Give me one reason. He let the girl escape. He's the one who almost got us picked up even before we left the prison. Why shouldn't I put a bullet in his fucking brain?"
"Because you need him. He's a good mechanic and you'll need him if anything goes wrong with the boat when you're en route to the island."
"He's trouble," Billy said.
"He's a mechanic, and you might need him," the man repeated.
Ellen stared at the showdown between the two men and then saw Billy's shoulders slump in defeat. Gradually he lowered his gun. The other man's expression remained unchanged; he waited until Billy's gun was back in his waistband and then put his own weapon away.
Once assured that he was safe, Vito got quickly to his feet again. He stumbled as he stood, falling against Sylvia. "Get yer cruddy hands off me, you fucking little creep," she said in disgust, shoving him away.
Pop and Cash both guffawed loudly and Billy nodded as if he finally agreed with something the tall brunette said. Vito's mouth tightened and his wiry figure stiffened dangerously.
Sylvia stood her ground, smirking at him. "Don't ruffle up your feathers at me, pigshit. You ain't got no knife to back you up now... or had you forgotten you threw it away when you were crapping in your britches a couple of seconds ago. It's too bad Billy didn't shoot you."
"Shut up, both of you," Billy said with ominous softness.
Vito stood, trembling with barely suppressed violence. His glance of hatred raked over the tall brunette's body, then flickered--snake like- -toward Ellen seated at the table. If anything the murderous look intensified.
Ellen shuddered in spite of herself. Vito was really the only one that truly frightened her. Pop was evil, but she had discovered last night with her mouth full of his hotly throbbing penis that she could handle his particular brand of evilness. Vito, though, was something else than human... and she was eternally grateful that he had not been given a chance to use her as the others had last night. Now she could feel his eyes course viciously down the length of her young body, and she felt vulnerable as she sensed his lust mounting anew as he made an obscene appraisal of her still partly exposed breasts and the line of naked flesh showing openly through her ripped jeans.
The young blonde hostage instinctively drew nearer to the gang leader who kept a watchful eye on Vito and her. She had already forgiven him for using her body as a wager in a crap game the night before. He had lost her in a game of chance that had as much value to the four desperate criminals as any judgment from a high court of justice. She sensed that Billy had resolved to hold his gang off from her and would do all in his power to keep them from using her as they had during the long and horrible night. He wouldn't reprimand them, but they wouldn't get the chance to abuse her again... not while he was alive!
Ellen felt relatively secure now that Billy was still here close by her side to protect her. He wasn't angry at her escape attempt; it seemed as if he liked her even more as a result. Her thoughts automatically turned to ways she might please him if she really had to, and she knew that if called upon to give herself to him she would do it in gratitude, but she would never permit herself to be handled by the others again. Yes, Billy was strong and she was going to humble herself, no matter how distasteful it might be, to the more powerful of her abductors. Only then--as the chief's woman--would she be protected. It was as simple as that, and yet the young girl still was deeply shaken at how the comparatively serene course of her life had been dramatically altered within a period of only a few hours.
Now she would do anything to please Billy, and she was aware that he needed her silent encouragement if he were to remain gang leader. It was strange how most of life's choices were made by outside circumstances alone. She wondered how much her choice of Bob as her fiance had to do with their first accidental meeting at a dance, and the fact that his mother and father were close friends of her parents. Now she had a choice between four escaped convicts, all of whom, except Vito, had ravished her against her will, but she still had to make a choice between them for her protector.
She knew it wouldn't take much to get any one of these men to act as a shield against the others, but the question was whether her own choice would hold in good stead. Despite her own deep-seated feelings of revulsion and fear of Billy, she knew through a second sense that he had a soft spot in his heart for her. She could tell by the way he had acted, almost tenderly, after he had raped her in the back of the truck, and she had become aware of his feelings again after he had lost the crap game. The look of sad relinquishment of her beautiful young body to Cash and Pop last night had sent a shock of momentary understanding through her tortured mind--but that had been quickly blotted out by the brutal ravishment of her tender young body that had followed. Whatever warmth and compassion Billy might show toward her would, of course, be bestowed at no expense to the gang leader's pride and sovereignty over the others. She knew that in the final analysis she was still an object to be used and disposed of like a cheap rag doll that is thrown into the trash after its novelty has worn off and the child has lost interest. No, she could not hope for more than a passing interest in him for her safety, but meanwhile she must play this momentary tenderness he felt for her for all that it was worth. She would be his whore; somehow or the other, if she hadn't already replaced Sylvia in his affections, she would have to get rid of the other girl. But how?
She looked up dully as a sudden splatter of rain hit the windows and a gust of wind rattled sections of the tin roof.
"All right," Billy said, assuming command again. "Let's get this meeting started. Come on Cash... Pop." He looked at the ferret-like Vito, and his face twisted in disgust. "You, too."
CHAPTER TWO
The gang leader pulled his chair over to the table, and the others noisily followed him. The distinguished-looking man waited until the four convicts were seated, and then he carefully inspected each of their faces, obviously passing judgment. Ellen noticed that there was something distinctively different about the man that made him contrast starkly with her abductors; and yet--in spite of his sophistication, there was also a sameness--a certain criminality. She watched as he set his brief case on the top of the table and began to shuffle through some papers. The man's gestures were those of an accomplished businessman who was accustomed to dealing at the highest levels of authority. He was no common criminal, and yet there was a slickness to his movements that somehow reminded Ellen of the suave gestures of the card shark or the professional gambler. No, these men were worlds apart in appearance and in thought; but something had drawn them together today that would change the course of the lives of all who were present in the warehouse... and perhaps would alter the direction of world events outside the narrow confines of the criminal mentality of her kidnappers.
Ellen noted a change in the way Billy had been acting, as the gang chief leaned toward the unidentified man sitting at the head of the table. He was no longer the snarling pack leader who asserted himself through violence and animal cunning, but he seemed as though he had consciously decided to keep his more aggressive stance in reserve until he had the new situation under his control. Yes, he definitely had changed, and there was a disturbing quality to the transformation, Ellen thought, as she watched Billy light a cigarette and lean back somewhat nervously in his chair. She sensed a slight strain between the two men that was quite different from the animal conflict between Billy and the three other escaped convicts over the possession of her body.
The adjustment that Billy, as well as the other convicts, had to make when confronted with the well-educated demeanor of the man sitting before them was obviously difficult, Ellen thought. She remembered how she and her sister Jennifer had discussed the condition of the penitentiary system, and how they had come to the conclusion that, for the most part, prison confinement only warped the minds of those it intended to reform and made them into more hardened criminals. A sociology course she had taken in college had also brought up the point that even those prisoners who were released after serving their sentences often mistrusted authority and instinctively rebelled against it. It was apparent that Billy was struggling with this problem right now, even though the man to whom he was talking was, in his own right, as much or more of a criminal than Billy himself.
Perhaps, she reasoned, it was this new breed of criminals who had grown through organized crime or through subversive political and business organizations that spelled out the end of the old era of the Al Capone type gangster. They were not only working against the law of the land, but had become adept at bending that law to suit their own corrupt interests. The likes of Billy and the other men would serve this new breed well, Ellen believed, as they were a handy weapon behind which the real culprits could hide and make their attack against the established order of society.
"Before we start, I think you should get rid of those not participating in our project," the mysterious man said, nodding his head toward Ellen.
"She ain't no problem," Billy said quietly, then he sighed, lowering to the suggestion. "Listen, baby, you get in the kitchen and help Sylvia make us somethin' to eat."
The tall brunette's eyes narrowed in anger and then she spun and slammed her way into the kitchen. Ellen immediately followed the girl, even though she was terrified at being left alone with Billy's ex- girlfriend. She could hear the men continue discussing their plan from the next room, but the voices were half- muffled by a sudden loud cloudburst of rain beating against the tin roof of the warehouse, and it was impossible to follow what they were saying.
The young blonde hostage looked toward Sylvia with dread, and abruptly she knew that her most bitter enemy was not Vito, but this female who would do anything to rid herself of competition from Ellen for the favors of the gang leader. Ellen had studied the tall brunette back in the living room and had instinctively known that the girl was insanely jealous of Billy's new relationship with her. There had been a moment in there when she had thought that Sylvia might get completely out of control, and there appeared to be no doubt that if the other girl were given the opportunity she would attempt to destroy her. Sylvia was no different than the convicts, except she would unhesitatingly kill Ellen in order to regain the privileged position of being the gang leader's girlfriend. Ellen had heard many frightening stories of fights between gang girls over possession of their men, and she shuddered as she remembered some of the more grisly details she had read about in various magazines.
"Whatcha doin' just standin' there," she heard Sylvia's strident voice ring out, bringing her back to reality for a moment. "You get these dishes cleaned up and quick."
Ellen bent quietly over the sink and began washing the filthy dishes and pans that lay on the sink--remnants of some meal eaten by someone else weeks or even months ago. Out of the corner of her eye she watched every one of the tall girl's movements as though her life depended on it. And it did! There was no way of getting around the fact that Sylvia intended to force a confrontation between Ellen and herself over Billy. In Ellen's mind, the other girl wanted her thrown to Vito, Pop, and Cash--to be repeatedly raped again and made an object of their violent, most beastly desires.
"Now get into the living room and pick up the rest of them dishes and glasses on the table," Sylvia commanded once more. "We want to fix up somethin' decent for Billy."
Ellen returned to the living room, feeling very much like she had been a slave to Sylvia's harsh command all of her entire life. She paused as she began placing the remaining plates in her hands, and caught bits and pieces of the discussion between Billy and the man seated at the head of the table.
"Remember, you will be seated behind the grandstands," the man pronounced clearly to Billy and Cash. "There should be no slip-ups if you follow the plan to the letter."
Ellen saw Billy lean forward onto the table, his jaw tightened as though he were under great stress. "And what happens if they see us? You ain't told us about any backup protection."
"That will all be taken care of in due time. Right now we want to concentrate on how the first steps will be accomplished."
Ellen moved from the table, slowing a bit as she approached the door in order to hear some more of their conversation. When the stranger glanced up in her direction, she immediately returned to the kitchen.
Sylvia didn't say a word to Ellen as the young hostage bent over the sink again and ran cold water over the remaining dirty dishes. For a moment Ellen almost felt like trying to talk with the gang girl, but when she looked into Sylvia's hate-filled eyes she knew it would be useless. There was an unfathomable gap between the two young women that was made more apparent by their very gestures and forms of speaking: Ellen was soft-spoken and slightly refined in her way of expressing herself, while Sylvia had a crude coarseness that bluntly branded her as coming from the lowest segment of society.
The dishes complete, the blonde hostage turned to help Sylvia who was slicing pieces of ham onto plates for the men in the next room, but she was stopped when the sharp tip of the knife was pressed against her breasts. "Ya keep your hands off the food, I'll take care of that; and you finish cleanin' up in here," Sylvia scolded, as though Ellen were a small child. "I'm gonna take this stuff out to them. Ya just stay put, and get your ass busy and clean up the rest of the mess."
Ellen felt a surge of relief race down the length of her spine when the other girl left the kitchen. Yes, she would just as soon remain here throughout eternity than be abused by the four convicts again. So much depended on how she handled herself during the next few hours; if she irritated Sylvia unnecessarily, or brought the conflict between Billy and Vito to a head by her presence, she would be the one who would ultimately suffer. Her best chance would be to remain as inconspicuous as possible, and wait until her chance arrived to run away again, if it ever did. It might not be too difficult, since their attention was diverted from her for the moment. But when the opportunity came, she must be successful this time. Their revenge would be vicious and complete, and she just couldn't risk pushing them to the point where they were forced to get rid of her for good... if they weren't already planning to kill her. No, she would wait until she was absolutely positive that her escape would be assured, and then she would make her attempt.
"Ya finished in here?" Sylvia suddenly said from the door.
Ellen turned and nodded limply, feeling a sudden surge of hate from the gang girl that she couldn't understand.
"Then get your ass in the next room quick. Billy don't wanta have ya sittin' here by yaself when he can't watch what you're doin'."
The ugly sound of her menacing voice sliced through Ellen, and she realized that the gang girl's first confused and jealous attitude toward her was turning into one of reviling contempt that was bound to burst into an open violence soon. What the girl was and who she was no longer had any importance to Ellen, as all she could feel was Sylvia's deep enmity coming from so deep within her that the brunette's strikingly pretty face was transformed into an expression of animal loathing.
The voluptuous young blonde paused in fear and confusion, not really wanting to go out, then walked a few steps from the sink. Suddenly a flash of pain struck her face and sent her head reeling. "Ya didn't hear what I said?" Sylvia gritted her teeth and slapped her open hand hard against Ellen's face once more. "Get it moving!"
The blow had brought Ellen to her senses, and for one split second she surveyed the gang girl with equal enmity. She forced herself to turn away from the girl and turned impassively to the door. As she tried to step into the next room Sylvia's taller frame moved out from the doorway and partially blocked her. She could feel the brunette's hot breath against her cheek and could sense electric shocks of hatred radiating out from her tensed body.
"You mess with Billy, and it's the last time ya mess with anything, do you hear me?" Sylvia said in a whisper so that the others couldn't understand. "I had him before ya even laid eyes on him, and I'll cut your tits off and shove 'em up your cunt if I have to to keep him," she hissed, inching past the girl and through the door.
"All right, what's goin' on?" Billy demanded as the two women entered the living room. When neither answered, he said, "Both of you--over there where I can keep an eye on you... and keep quiet."
Ellen brushed the tears of rage from her eyes and sat down on the bare mattress behind the table. She watched Sylvia cross the room and stand next to the window. She noticed that the girl's eyes still glowed with the reviling contempt that had sent her into the tantrum a moment before, and Ellen turned her head towards the men seated around the table.
"We got a little plan that's real interesting," Billy said, staring at Ellen, a half-grin of obvious pride on his face.
"I'd like to know what the girl has to do with the plan," the older man at the head of the table said sharply. "After all, there is a certain amount of risk involved in a venture of this nature. The greater number of participants only increases the probability of something going wrong."
"Ya keep your big words to yaself," Billy said. "She's here and she's going to be part of it."
Suddenly the large German Shepherd rose up from his prone position on the floor and came to attention next to his master's side as though he had sensed a note of urgency or danger. Billy ran his hand nervously down the animal's back, and shifted his eyes from Ellen back to the angry face of the man who pulled out some papers from his briefcase, setting them on the table before them.
"Alright, Billy," the man said condescendingly. "But let us keep in mind that you are putting yourself into a jeopardizing position. There are men higher up who won't appreciate your methods."
"Thanks for the advice fella," Billy said and slapped the dog affectionately on the rear. "But let's get on with it."
Ellen tried to appear disinterested in what was going on around her, but she found it difficult not to follow the discussion. It was obvious that the men were planning a murder that would effect the political and social life of the entire area, if not the whole country, but it was still impossible to discover the reason for the assassination or who was to be shot. Ellen almost didn't want to know, as she was aware that the very possession of such knowledge would make things increasingly hard for her. She also felt that Billy had little, if any, understanding of the implications of the horrible act he was about to commit, yet he appeared to rush headlong into the plot like a blindfolded animal being led to its slaughter.
"I want you and your friend here," the man said, pointing to Cash, "to be at the entrance to the rally before the parade begins. This will give you the opportunity to survey the area. Our men will be waiting at the first exit to pick you up after the job is completed. The Senator should be the first speaker on the program, and you'll have a perfect vantage point to get a bead on him from behind his head."
"And what if they see us?" Cash asked. "There's gonna be a big crowd there and if they get a look at us, we're done for."
"There will be no problem. On the opposite side of the stadium there will be a fist fight planned--and some of our own men will be doing it- -and just before you shoot, the crowd's attention will be deflected from Senator Jorgens."
Ellen suppressed a gasp of recognition on hearing the Senator's name being spoken. She realized that the man they were about to assassinate had been an important figure in Florida politics for several years, and had developed several enemies in the underworld that centered around Miami because of his brave attack on organized crime. She recalled with a painful sense of irony that Senator Jorgens had been the very man who had been pushing hard for prison reform within the state, and along with his investigation of crime had been exposing the inequities of the penal system in Florida. Certainly the four criminals in their ignorance did not realize this--but if they did, the question was whether it would make any difference. Yes, Billy and the rest were truly being used as tools that would be discarded after their purpose had been served. There was no doubt in her mind that their death warrants had already been signed by the underworld lords. Ellen, herself, could see that as plain as daylight; but in their desperation and ignorance the escaped convicts were in no position to view the consequences of their acts.
"Yeah, but if any of them people get a glance at us, it still looks like it'll all be over," Billy answered after a moment of thought.
"We have prepared for that eventuality, Billy," the man said smoothly, talking to Billy as though he were a small child who just couldn't understand. "The moment you shoot him, another shot will ring out from behind our fist fight. It will actually be a firecracker, and there will be no weapon to be found. By the time the police get to our decoy, you and your friend will be out of the stadium."
"I don't like it," Pop said for the first time.
"What don't you like about it?" the man said, turning sharply to the new speaker.
"The part about gettin' out. That street is gonna be packed and there'll be cops to hell and back."
"Now we come to the next stage in our plan," the man said and leaned closer to Cash and Billy who sat on either side of him. "We've got to make the killing look as though it came from the protectors who've been making trouble recently.
There will be a demonstration, as there always is, planned by us, and the student protectors will be uncomfortably close to our little fist fight. Now, knowing the temper of these times, who do you think is going to get fingered, you or the Students Alliance?"
"I don't want nothin' to do with no goddamn protest," Billy muttered, looking uncertain.
"My dear boy, don't you understand that the demonstrators will be your salvation? Who would suspect a couple of wanted men--actually appearing in public to kill a controversial Senator, when a bunch of noisy college kids will be waving signs and shouting their usual obscenities. You've just got to understand the dynamics of mob behavior. A crowd has no individuality; it does not think, it just acts--and our three ingredients, the fight, the firecracker, and the demonstrators, will more than assure you of complete success and escape."
"I don't know whatcha talkin' about," Billy said morosely. "But I get the feeling that you haven't leveled with us about why you want this goddamn Senator ripped off so real bad."
"Yeah, what's in it for you?" Vito's nasal voice joined in.
"My motives are of no special importance to you," the man nodded seriously. "Knowing too much may, in fact, be disadvantageous. I am a careful man who works for careful men, and I do not think you need to attach much importance to what you are doing. Just remember that it is through my employers that you have been able to make your escape from prison. We did that for you. We're prepared to go the rest of the way and see you get to Mexico in safety."
"I don't like the way you're runnin' everything. I think we can make this thing go better'n you, seein' that we're professionals," Billy interjected, a forced skepticism in his voice. He didn't mind all the brain work being allotted to others, but he reacted violently to the fact that he was being forced to follow the methods of people he did not know and did not trust. A flicker of jealous concern raced through his mind when he realized that his position as gang leader was being usurped by this outsider. "We got the experience and the know-how in making a hit, anyway."
"And that is precisely why we have hired you. However, on other levels there are things you cannot do. You have no idea of the larger concerns that govern the operation," the man responded contemptuously and rose up stiffly in his chair. "The other aspects of this project should not concern you or your men."
"There ain't no other concerns right now but that we get our money. Look here, Mr. Big Businessman, you show us the stash of cash, right now, or there won't be no big operation," Billy spat out angrily, suddenly fed up with the stranger's slickness. He leapt to his feet, "Let's see the green stuff!"
The man sat motionless at the head of the table and gazed coolly across the floor past Billy to the rain splattered warehouse window. He seemed to catch everything in his calm gaze in that instant, passing his eyes from the dog sitting tensely at Billy's side to the convict at the table, and slowly flicking them past the two women.
"It's all here for you to look at," the man said and opened his briefcase, withdrawing a stack of one-hundred dollar bills. "One half now. You get the rest, my friend, after the killing."
"How do we know you won't cross us?" Pop suddenly demanded from the far end of the table.
"You don't know, do you?" the man said without raising his voice.
On command from Billy the dog jumped to its feet and moved like a shot towards the man. The man did not lose his composure, he merely said in a normal tone of voice, "Down, Rex!" The huge animal snarled in rebellion, but the stranger continued to stare directly at it. "Down," he repeated. The dog looked questioningly up at his master.
"I just wanted to give you an idea that we ain't foolin' with ya," Billy said nervously, then added, "Down, Rex." His fists were clenched as he glared at the table.
"I have no doubts about that," the would-be victim answered, smiling sarcastically. "But this is all very childish. Sit down so we can finish making our preparations."
Suddenly Billy looked cowed. All his attempts to intimidate the older man and to retain his own precarious power had failed, and he seemed almost defeated standing with his command all but gone and his pride smashed. It was obvious to Ellen that he was unable to understand the intricacies of the assassination plot, and that he was no more than a hired gunman... and not a very bright one at that. He and the rest of them were expendable items and had a limited usefulness, but none of them knew this.
Almost as if sensing his untenable position, the gang leader sat down. He stared, almost unseeingly, at the well-dressed man. All of his criminal instincts told him something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it; with a snap of his fingers the man with the briefcase could have him and the others back in prison where they would probably remain for most of their lives, living in a kind of twilight world of unfulfilled dreams and vain promises... if they weren't hit by the underworld within the walls as a lesson to others. His own men were probably more distrustful of him now than they had ever been, and this is what made things all the more painful. He couldn't stand being knocked down in front of the others as though he were just a piece of dirt. Irrationally, he thought about pulling his gun and killing the man opposite him, but one look at his own trembling hands told him he'd never pull it off.
The rain drove in long sweeps across the parking lot outside the warehouse and beat against the windows of the ramshackle building in a mounting fury that seemed to match the violence of the discussion going on inside. Ellen felt the impact of the two forces merge inside her and her very body shuddered while the argument between the opposing figures of authority continued to build in intensity. She felt her heart go out to Billy and the other prisoners as she became more and more aware that they were no match against the real professional seated at the head of the table. Even the German Shepherd lying by the gang leader's side had been prevented from attacking the man, as though the animal itself were no match against the superior will of the stranger. Ellen likened the prison escapees to a bunch of children who had lost their way in a woods and had reverted back to their primal nature, searching and stumbling down blind paths that only made them more utterly lost while their base animal selves took over.
And now, despite the fact that they had raped her and run their coarse hands over and over her body as though she were nothing more than a slut off the streets, she felt pity mixed with fear for them: did they know what tragedy awaited them, or had they been reduced to mere sub- humans by their years of confinement... and unable to recognize that the superior cunning of the man with the briefcase was to be their own destruction?
"The money looks OK," Billy said grudgingly and counted the bills, laying them down on the table in front of the man. "When do we get the rest?"
"That, of course, comes after the killing," the man said coldly and looked down at the dog lying next to Billy.
"The boat's gonna be waiting? Ya know we'll be hot for about five years," the gang leader asked, looking at Cash and Pop almost as if he were seeking their support against this man.
"Your driver will have this map," the man said and drew out a folded chart from his briefcase. "This will show him the route marked to the private pier down the coast about ten miles. A boat will be waiting along with the balance of your payment. In a few days you'll be safe in Mexico."
"Mexico! Whooopeeee!" Vito suddenly shouted with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, clapping his hands gleefully. "Goddamn, I can't wait to get my hands on some of them senoritas!"
The stranger looked harshly across at the little convict, an expression of contempt on his face for a moment. "It is not necessarily going to be that easy. Once you get to the boat you should be relatively safe, but there still are some risks, even though we are taking all precautions at the stadium."
"What happens if them demonstrators don't raise a ruckus?" Billy asked.
"It will be impossible for them not to do so. We have our own plants in the crowd who will stir them up. I think we can assume that a few of the protectors will be injured by the police."
"That's no sweat off my back," Billy muttered. "Just as long as we get our dough and get out quick."
"You must remember to follow the agreed-upon plan. The higher ups in the organization know what they're doing. We're the only protection you have, and the protection will work only if you follow instructions."
Billy looked around the table at Cash, Pop, and Vito. They did not look back at him but kept their eyes lowered to the map on the table. There was no doubt which way they would go if he put the choice to them.
"Okay, fella, let's hear the rest of it," he said after a few minutes.
There were no other objections after Billy had had his say, and Ellen sat in stunned and helpless silence as the whole horrible plot was outlined before her eyes that would assassinate an important public figure and leave several bystanders dead or injured and would free the crime syndicate that was engineering the plot to operate without restraint.
The long day went on and on... interminably. Tempers grew short, and more than once, a snarling Billy was forced to back down. Time and time again, the men went over the plan, each one learning his part in the operation until it was committed to memory. It was late afternoon before the man folded his maps and packed them away in his briefcase. Billy had followed the complicated plan throughout the day while occasionally one or two of the others had to be nudged awake because of the humid, stupefying heat. Periodically, as the afternoon wore on, Ellen felt Pop's and Cash's eyes returning to view her half-naked young body in obvious remembrance of what they had done to her the night before. Sylvia slept--unmindful of the conversation going on around her. But the snake-like eyes of Vito didn't sleep; they followed Ellen's every movement and they plainly said what he would like to do to her later that night. The others had gotten theirs and with Sylvia on hand to complicate things it looked like he might have the opportunity to take advantage of her when the others became distracted with the final steps of the assassination plot, and he was left alone with the girl.
Finally, the well-dressed man and the gang leader moved toward the door. "Okay, it's all set to go," Billy said, standing at the stairway. It was then he seemed to relax a little and asked quizzically. "But one other thing. How come ya thought of hiring us to do the rip-off?"
The stranger smiled for the first time and raised his briefcase off the floor. "We look for experts and found them. We put no cost level on gunmen we hire, you ought to know that from the conversations you had in the Pen."
"Yeah, that's right," Billy shrugged, sounding only half-assured. He was still standing there, looking uncertain, when he closed the door behind him without even waiting for the stranger to leave the warehouse.
CHAPTER THREE
Ellen was glad when she heard the sound of the car engine leaving the house even though she knew it only brought the time closer when she would be, without a doubt, subjected to more indignities at the hands of her captors. But the man with the briefcase had brought more fear into her than ever would have been possible had she merely been sequestered with these criminals alone. Suddenly she had an image in her mind of what the outside world would be if political assassinations were permitted to go unchecked and unsolved; and it didn't look good. It would be a world of steadily mounting chaos where the strongest ruled the weak, and where the law of the land would become the savage rule of survival of the fittest. Right now the wanton abuse of her body and her loss of complete self-respect seemed almost inconsequential in comparison to what they were about to do tomorrow; yet she knew that when the moment came, and she had to submit to them once more, she would react with as much revulsion as she had before... because it was happening to her! A rape was here and now! And there was no way of escaping the humiliation... especially with these men.
"Why dontcha make yaself comfortable, honey?" she heard Sylvia ask Billy in an obsequious tone. "Maybe I can fix ya somethin' to eat."
"Goddamnit, just get me some whiskey and leave me alone, will ya?" he answered gruffly, weary, uncertain, and still angry at the discussion he had had with the overbearing stranger.
The others sat quietly and averted their gaze from Billy, knowing that it would be sheer idiocy to cross their gang leader at this moment. They knew what he was capable of doing, and were fearful that he might erupt into an uncontrollable violence after he had been rather abruptly put in place so many different times during the long day. He had been humiliated and beaten at his own game, and now he was momentarily reduced to the same level as the other men. That would mean that he would try to assert himself more vigorously than he ever had before; after all, he was now challenged on all sides, and a cornered animal has no choice other than to fight violently for its life.
Ellen sat and watched Billy extend his glass for Sylvia to fill it to the brim. Time seemed to stand still in the warehouse, the afternoon had worn into the lazy summer half-light of early evening. The rain had stopped and over the hazy skyline of the nearby city a burnished sunset glow lit up the horizon. Soon it would be night, and Ellen's fear of what the men planned to do to her next began to grow. Cash, Pop and Vito were crouched down next to the wall at the far end of the room; they had begun shooting craps, and with each crack of the dice Ellen felt as though a new verdict or further confirmation of her ravishment was being sealed. Once Vito stared back at her, and Ellen caught a sliver of light that glittered up from the evilly swirling depths of lust in his eye. The silence was ominous, and the intermittent sounds of Billy pouring himself more whisky and the dice clattering against the wall only made it all the more frightening. The thought struck Ellen that the dice playing, the drinking, and even that vile expression of animal lust she had experienced last night and undoubtedly would be subjugated to again, were expressions of a deep inner fear that embraced each of the four men. Death was near, it was inescapable, and if they couldn't out-run it, then they could at least blind themselves to its approach. Even Sylvia seemed to be aware of it, and she sat silently drinking alongside Billy, her movements strangely tranquil, almost a mirror image of the gang leader's gestures of quiet desperation. Slowly the silence seemed to break with the growing chatter from the men crouched near the wall, and Ellen sensed that plans for the night were being made again. Occasional furtive glances were shot up towards her seated figure, and she tried to make herself as stiff and unobtrusive looking as possible. She was grateful for the glass of whiskey Billy had poured for her earlier, and now she sipped from it, feeling it course through her veins and relaxing her somewhat. Then, suddenly, she remembered the dog; and for some reason, she shuddered at the thought of the huge animal lying in watchful repose at its master's feet.
She wanted to blot it out: she just couldn't stand the sight of the animal. If she tried to escape, he would stop her!
As if sensing her thoughts, Rex raised his head and stared at her.
But the strange irrational feeling subsided as quickly as it had come upon her, and she was left to handle more realistic considerations of how she was going to avoid further attacks from the four criminals. She hoped beyond hope that Billy would make some kind of sign to assure her that she would be his for the evening. The thought of him possessing her was not pleasant, but it was preferable to her other alternatives. She knew too that she had been on his mind. If he took her tonight he would have the wrath of the gang girl to deal with, and if he didn't, he knew he had to give her to the others. Her eyes wandered across the room to the soiled mattress where Cash and Pop had raped and ravaged her, kneading her body into tortured balls of humiliated flesh the night before. And now she found herself muttering a silent prayer--a silent pleading that Billy wouldn't let them do that to her again.
"It's getting late. Don't you think we oughta head to bed, honey?" Sylvia's voice suddenly broke through the heavy silence.
The gang leader remained morosely silent, but the others responded by moving away from their crap game and facing Billy and his former girlfriend.
"If you want to have Sylvia tonight, there ain't no reason, it seems to me, we can't have a go at little Miss Sweet Pussy here one more time," Cash said, and grinned at the laughter he had provoked from Vito and Pop.
Billy looked up at him and for the first time since the meeting had ended several hours earlier smiled.
"Well, there's been a change of plans, Cash, old boy," Billy said thickly, the alcohol he had drunk obviously affecting his speech. "She's sleeping in my bed tonight!"
Ellen felt her heart plunge into her throat. Yes, it was happening, and she just couldn't believe that this was going on right before her own eyes. It wasn't much, but she wouldn't be raped by all four of the gunmen again, at least tonight.
"Billy, Billy," Sylvia cried out, a sound of pain erupting from her throat. "What are you doing? We've been together so long. You can't do this to me."
"Shut up," he said angrily without looking at her. "When I say the word, don't you or nobody question it."
"Please Billy, I been waiting for you so long, and now you go and do this thing to me!"
"Shut up, I said," Billy snarled and slapped her hard across the face. "You heard my decision. You should have thought about it earlier, when you were giving Pete O'Hara one of your special blow jobs and fucking half the raunchy turds in his gang."
"Billy! You can't do this to me," she screeched, "I won't let you."
There was a moment of pause, deadly in its silence, then Billy spoke again. "I'm tired of your goddamn complaints." He turned and looked at the men, a sardonic look in his eyes. Then he cast his gaze back toward the enraged contorted face of the gang girl and grinned. "I'm making you guys a little present."
A loud wail of protest came out of Sylvia's mouth. What Billy intended to do at this moment was only too clear, and she shook her head from side to side in disbelief. The gang leader and his former girlfriend stared at each other for an instant, then Billy shrugged and waved his hand toward the ferret-like little convict in a gesture of indifference. "You've been waitin' a long time, Vito. Go to it! She's all yours! Do what you want to her. Leave a little something for the other boys. Maybe you should teach her a little discipline."
A shock ran through the room. Vito, like a weasel after a rabbit, responded immediately, bounding across the room and covering the distance between himself and Sylvia in a single leap. He landed on her stomach and crushed her flat to the floor. Sylvia wrenched her voluptuously tall body and kicked her legs out futilely on either side of him, but the speed and suddenness of his attack were too great for her, and she lay writhing and screaming obscenities beneath his already humping body without the slightest chance of escape.
Vito clung to her, saliva running lewdly from the corners of his mouth, and his greasy hair falling over his eyes; he looked like a bird of prey ready to devour its helpless, fear-stricken victim in a savage feast. He had been denied a part in the proceedings too long, and his near-insane emotions had built to an explosive peak of anger and unbearable frustration. He had thought that he might finally get his chance at Ellen tonight, but in a way this was even better, he considered, recalling how Sylvia had teased and flirted with him safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't dare touch her because she belonged to Billy. Then there had been her statement earlier in day about his being a "little creep." He would pay her back a thousandfold for each insult, for each suggestive smile she had given him, and for each prick-teasing touch to his arm that had driven him half-crazy with a lust that he had known he couldn't possibly satiate while Billy was leader.
But now her situation had changed, and their roles were reversed, the prize of the leader's girl lay utterly prostrate and helpless beneath him. He had permission to do anything he wanted to the slut. Billy no longer cared what happened to her and had even chosen that she be taken first by Vito whom she had tormented and tortured for so long.
Ellen watched in horror from her position on the end of the mattress where she sat next to Billy's chair. She wanted to help the poor defenseless girl, but could not. No one, even Billy, could have torn the lust-crazed Vito from the sensuous young brunette's body, now. Ellen realized that she was just as helpless and vulnerable as Sylvia, and the knowledge increased her fear and dread at the horrible spectacle transpiring in front of her.
She watched as Vito pulled the face of the girl to him and mashed his thin, spittle-covered lips down hard on her gaping mouth. The kiss was hard and brutal and the girl tossed her head in an attempt to wrench her mouth out from under his, but the movement carried through with a force that sent her head rattling against the floorboards.
Sylvia grunted in startled pain from the shock and then incoherent mumblings of panic began pouring from her lips, and she tried once again to escape as she looked up at Vito's evil little face so contorted with murderous rage and violence. She screamed and then her breath stopped short as she saw the attack coming--his palm swinging in a wide arc over her exposed face. The blow came down hard, and her head hit against the floor again with a loud thud. He slapped her rapidly about half a dozen times until her shrill screaming ceased. Ellen thought that surely the girl must be unconscious, and Vito must have thought the same for he began unhooking his pants. Sylvia's head rebounded off the floor and she succeeded in scrambling to her knees in a burst of energy that only fear can bring.
"Billy, please, help me, baby," the girl screamed in a frantic voice.
Vito's second series of slaps came from the side and landed on the kneeling girl's face in a loud sound of hard flesh hitting soft flesh; the force of his blows sent her flying backwards halfway across the room, where she thudded against the wall.
From her position on the mattress, Ellen watched in disbelief and utter dismay. It didn't seem possible that Vito could treat the girl as roughly as he did or that Billy would allow it, but she could see with her own eyes that it was true. She shuddered to think that the same murderous treatment by the gang could well be applied to her at any moment if she didn't cooperate.
Vito lurched across the room and dragged his half-conscious victim back across the floor until the couple were once again directly in front of Ellen and Billy. He slapped Sylvia again, and Cash and Pop smiled uncertainly from the distance of the other side of the room. They knew that their turn with the proud, arrogantly tormenting bitch would come soon and, although they were as ready as Vito to turn their long pent- up resentment and lust on her in revenge for the haughty way she had treated them, they still did not want the merchandise harmed.
The dark-haired girl was barely conscious now, and Ellen watched in stunned disgust as Vito's beady eyes greedily surveyed the feast spread before him. Then he began ripping the clothes off her sensually limp young body as rapidly as possible. Cash and Pop moved closer from across the room until they hovered directly over the couple, their eyes gleaming with lewd desire. This is the way it had looked last night, Ellen thought, when it was me on the floor.
Vito's long bony fingers curled around the collar of the girl's dress, then with a sudden rip he tore the entire front of her dress from her upper torso, exposing the luscious fullness of her large, nakedly firm breasts with their quivering, pink-areoled nipples that had stiffened into hardness upon contact with the air.
Sylvia started into full consciousness at the sudden assault and once again attempted to pull herself to her knees, but Vito used his foot to brutally shove her back to the floor, yanking both the dress and her sheer bikini panties off her long, slenderly tapered legs in a quick savage movement. The voluptuous brunette lay totally exposed and defenselessly naked underneath him now, her ripe curvaceous body contrasting dramatically with his ferret-like form.
There was no resistance left in the gang girl, but Vito didn't let up his animal-like attack for a minute. The sex-crazed little convict clawed and pulled like a madman at her softly quivering breasts and wide, firm-fleshed buttocks. He pulled at the poor girl's brown, berry- like nipples as though he were attempting to tear them off, causing her to shriek continuously in pain. Then he sprang to an obscene sitting position on her tautly writhing abdomen and curled his fingers around her small wasp-like waist in a vicious grip that brought tears of fright even to Ellen's gaping eyes.
The young blonde hostage felt tears of pity spilling uncontrollably down her own cheeks as the evil little Vito unzipped his fly and slowly twisted his pants down his legs to his ankles where they remained bunched in an obscene knot. Then laughing like a maniac, he forced Sylvia's legs brutally upright, then dropped his thin body beneath them and fell onto her quivering chest, crushing her hard against the floor once again.
The couple's feet were just inches away from Ellen who sat on the mattress, and her vision focused up between their legs at the girl's pink-fleshed pubic mound that was delicately covered with tendrils of sparsely curling black hair. The soft, wetly glistening cuntal mouth had parted slightly to reveal a second layer of blushing pussy lips between them. Then Vito savagely forced the girl's legs further apart and the jagged inner lips surfaced, curling outwards from the smooth- looking flesh of the tight stretched opening. Above the defenselessly naked target of the girl's vagina, Vito's wildly pulsating cock and his sperm- inflated balls dangled between his parted legs. A thin stream of clear, sticky- looking lubricant had already seeped out of the gaping hole at the head of his lust-swollen penis, and Ellen shivered in revulsion and disgust at the sight of it.
The sadistic little convict's hands pressed into Sylvia's fearfully cringing abdomen and then mashed the softly fleshed white orbs of her already squashed buttocks more firmly to the floor. He poised his now fully erect member just inside the straining entryway, keeping it there for what seemed to be several eternities.
Ellen could see the blood-engorged cockhead throb and jerk as it slowly expanded Sylvia's small elastic cuntal mouth and pressed her wetly pink flesh inward. The full outer lips of the wailing gang girl's glistening pussy spread further and further apart, and small wisps of pubic hair brushed and curled around the sides of his pulsating stiffness poised between them. Then, suddenly, Vito shoved his long thick cudgel brutally into the tightly stretched cuntal opening, and the red layer of vaginal flesh sunk inward as his massively hard cock slithered all the way to the hilt into her, bringing a scream of pain from Sylvia's lips.
"Aaaaaargh! You're hurting meeeee!"
The blood drained from Ellen's head, and she sank back in a near-faint against the mattress where she sat only inches away from the couple's wildly thrashing legs. She felt dizzy and her vision blurred to the point where she thought she was going to pass out completely, but she didn't. Instead, her heart beat in her throat and she began trembling, half in fear and half in something she didn't quite understand. An obscene memory suddenly flooded into her mind without warning. She had been brutally taken like this last night! It had been different with... with, who? Who? Abruptly she remembered!
She was no longer in the shabby warehouse, watching Vito's cruel violation of Billy's discarded girlfriend. No, now she was back on the beach and peering over the sand dune, stunned at the unbelievable image of the boy fucking her very own sister, while a second man waited his turn! Jennifer had been wildly ecstatic-- lewdly enthusiastic and enjoying it--as she lifted her heels onto the boy's buttocks in an effort to force his penis deeper, deeper into her insanely thrusting loins that writhed so wantonly back and forth while her vagina climbed steadily up the lewd pole of the boy's stiffened white flesh thrusting into her like a piston rod.
Everything looked the same to Ellen, except that now she could see the all-too- vivid close-up of Sylvia's blushing pussy flesh clinging to Vito's wetly glistening penis on the outstroke, before the cuntal lips disappeared back inside as the little convict rammed his hardened shaft forward again. There was one other difference between the scene with Jennifer, her sister, and what was happening here! Jennifer had been almost delirious with sexual enjoyment. Sylvia was screaming like a wounded animal.
Ellen wanted to ask Billy to stop the attack, but she knew it was useless. Vito was already master of the girl that he had beaten into a yelling mass of submission; it was only a matter of seconds before Sylvia became adjusted to the rape. Even so, Billy couldn't have interfered if he wanted to; he had offered the gang girl to Vito and allowed the brutal little sadist to mistreat her, and now Vito's first maniacal strokes into her wetly cringing cunt had sealed the poor helpless girl's fate.
Sylvia's mouth opened and contorted soundlessly on her anguished face, too stunned to even make a protest. She twisted her nakedly voluptuous body to escape the hotly stabbing cock, but Vito thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape. She was trapped... trapped, and he lay over her for a moment wanting her to realize the helplessness of her position, proud that he could hurt her this way.
From the beginning when the tall brunette had tortured and teased him to the point of madness, Vito had known it would be like this if he could only get his long hard cock into her smart-assed softness. And he was skewered into her good now; she was so deeply impaled on his rod of flesh that he could hurt her all he wanted, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. After all, Billy himself had said, "Do whatever you want." The wiry little sadist reveled in the power he had over the leader's former girlfriend as he flexed the head of his impatiently throbbing cock against the tight wall of her wetly cringing cunt, bringing a low moan from the stuck-up bitch's gaping mouth.
Sylvia choked and sputtered beneath him in her ultimate humiliation of being the leader's rejected girlfriend now at the mercy of the sadistically sniveling Vito. In only a few hours her pride and assurance had plunged to depths of shame and fear beyond her wildest imagination. She knew that she would be tossed to Cash and Pop -both of whom hated her arrogance--when Vito was through with her body. They would shamelessly abuse her and violently fuck her when and how they desired until her young body lay hopelessly battered on the dirty floor, totally useless to anyone. She had seen it happen to other girls, but she had never believed it would happen to her. Never!
"Billy, baby, God, make him stop. Please make him stop," she moaned as Vito flexed his throbbing hardness mockingly inside her again.
"Fuck off, you bitch," the gang leader said cruelly.
Sylvia's bulging eyes gaped wider in piteous disbelief when Billy continued to sit silently in his chair next to the fearfully crouching Ellen on the mattress; he merely stared at his former girlfriend stonily and without sympathy. He had given his word to Vito and his men and he couldn't go back on it. The sensually naked brunette began to toss her head wildly from side to side on the dirty floor as the realization struck her with grim certainty that she had completely lost her power over her only possible defender... that another woman had taken her place... and she was no longer the proud and untouchable queen... only another helpless female.
Then Vito sank his impatiently pulsing hardness brutally deeper, beginning to plunge into her with long hard strokes that enveloped the full length of his erectly throbbing prick. The naked young gang girl pulled back under him, grinding her firmly fleshed buttocks down against the floor in pain, and moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding body. Her mouth gaped open wide as her jet black hair flailed from side to side on the hard floorboards again and again in utter anguish. A whimper gurgled from her throat as Vito clenched his cruelly digging fingers under the backs of her thighs and pulled her legs forward until her knees were pressed against her shoulders. She was wet and open and helpless now, and he had complete access to her voluptuous young body as he began to fuck into her with ever-increasing brutal, hard-driving strokes.
"Oooooooooo God, Billy, stop him. Stop him!" Sylvia shrieked, then gagged in pain.
There was a seemingly endless pause lasting so long that Ellen thought Billy wouldn't even bother to answer his former girlfriend. "Sorry," the gang leader finally spat out at her nakedly thrashing young body, "but I ain't got no sympathy for bitches that cross me."
"Oh God, anybody else, but not Vito! He's horrible!" Sylvia wailed to no one in particular, realizing her pleas to Billy were useless.
Her wild supplications and moans were cut off abruptly when, without any prior warning, Vito's hand swung over her face and he smashed his flat palm down hard on her half-open mouth. Sylvia's further pleas were choked back deep in her chest and issued forth over the hand around her mouth in incoherent mumblings and piteous gurglings. The sadistic Vito, inflamed by her insults and encouraged by Billy's silence, spread his hand over her mouth and under the tall brunette's nostrils until Ellen thought that surely the girl would suffocate, but all the while the mumblings continued while Vito wildly thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her more violently and brutally than before.
Sylvia was torturously bent now, her knees pulled back over her shoulders and scraping against the floorboards on each side of her head.
Above her jackknifed form, Vito's stiff arm ground into her mouth and extended above her face like a lever from which the rest of his wiry little body slapped and beat against Sylvia's naked voluptuousness in an even more lust-crazed momentum. Below her, his long stiff hardness thrust mercilessly with all his strength into the tight little cuntal opening of her upraised crotch being presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. The long dangling leathery sac of his sperm-bloated balls swung lewdly beneath his legs, slamming fiercely into the sweating crevice of her quivering young rectum with each harsh stroke; the obscene sight caused Ellen to shiver with terror and repugnance from where she sat behind the lewdly splayed legs of the couple.
She didn't want to hear and covered her ears, but nothing could shut out those animal-like sounds of fucking. She closed her eyes in an attempt to separate herself from the salacious spectacle transpiring before her, but she involuntarily opened them wide again when she heard Vito ram into the gang girl so hard that her back bounced up and down against the floorboards.
Ellen stiffened, her eyes agape in horror as the sadistic little rapist seemed to lose all control of himself and began to churn and revolve his pelvis into the girl's widely-stretched pink vaginal slit in a maniacal sexual frenzy. His downward thrusts slammed Sylvia's softly fleshed buttocks down hard against the floor, and when he pulled outward he dragged her whole sweating body up with a wet sucking sound. Ellen thought that surely Vito would kill the tall brunette as she saw right before her eyes his already long, blood-engorged instrument expand and lengthen to monstrous proportions with each stroke he made into the girl.
The helpless young blonde hostage quivered involuntarily at the sight of the wet inflamed flesh of Sylvia's tightly clasping vagina being drawn out and then sucked inward with each thrust that the long white cock made into her moist warm hole.
And then Ellen gasped aloud as she heard a low guttural sound coming from deep in Vito's chest and saw his wiry little body slam into the girl one final time as though he meant to drive her through the floor. He buckled and collapsed over her half way, falling onto her painfully quaking chest as his naked buttocks indented and he began spewing his white sticky sperm deep into Sylvia's defenselessly upraised cunt.
Ellen saw his hands flail out and tangle cruelly on the girl's hips, holding her pelvis to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his wildly jerking penis all the way down to her cervix. White sticky liquid bubbled up and overflowed around the thick base of his wetly glistening cock, the heated cum oozing down his trembling thighs and into the wide-spread crevice between Sylvia's buttocks.
As his cock slowly deflated in the tortured gang girl's stretched and battered cunt, Ellen could see the wetness continue to slowly seep out until it was puddling in a pearl-colored pool of thick liquid on the bare wood floor. Sylvia's legs had fallen heavily to the side, and Vito continued to lie on top of her for a good while in a collapsed heap, until his gradually deflating cock slipped out of the tight sheath-like cunt with a wet sucking sound. Then the little convict crawled cockily to his feet, and stood over the girl's limp defeated form with a proud expression on his face as he pulled up his pants and zipped up his fly. She wasn't so high and mighty now, she was no longer too good for him, and she and everyone else knew it. He delighted in the way she flinched and closed her eyes, unable to protest any longer, when she saw him smiling down at her tautly heaving belly that was filled with his hot cum. Billy had made a big mistake, he gloated, he had forced Sylvia down to Vito's level, and now she would be with him against Billy in the future.
Sylvia closed her eyes and lay absolutely still on the floor. Her long tapered legs were still nakedly separated, revealing a pubic mound soaked and glistening with thin sticky trails of the semen Vito had just pumped into her, but it didn't matter any more. Five minutes ago she had been the proud and untouchable queen, the leader's girl, and now she had sunk to the depths of the gang whore from where she could never return.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ellen turned where she sat on the mattress next to Billy's chair, and saw him glare at the vanquished, miserable form across from them with a contemptuous condescending look. He seemed to have no sympathy whatsoever, no pity for the girl at all, and Ellen sensed it was because he foresaw an equally harsh fate awaiting him tomorrow. He had struck her as colder than the others from the first, but she had never seen him so aloof, and she was glad--for some reason she didn't understand--that he seemed to have a special fondness for her.
Or, at least, he had seemed to before, but now she wasn't so sure.
The gang leader had sunk into an angry mood of depression since the well-dressed stranger had arrived and made him look like such a fool in front of the others whom he was already having problems bending to his leadership. Ellen knew that, in this horrible frame of mind he was in now, he would make great demands on her, and she was more frightened of him than she had ever been before. But she would exert every ounce of her energy and concentration to satisfy those demands no matter how perverted or gross--and to please him so as not to lose her position of favor with him. The other fate of being thrown to the others, and particularly Vito, was inconceivably worse. "Uuuuuuhhhhhh."
Ellen's attention shifted abruptly back to the girl on the floor. Sylvia moaned in a low incoherent voice through her daze of pain and began to move her limbs tentatively as though to see if they still worked. She seemed to be coming slowly back to life, and gradually she opened her eyes and lifted a limp arm to her forehead to push back her wildly tousled jet black hair. She managed to raise herself painfully onto one elbow from where she stared hard at Billy and Ellen, glaring at them both with a look of implacable hatred.
"You picked that bitch, Billy. Well, alright! You take her," she spoke in a faint cracked voice. "But you better enjoy her before I get her, cause I'm gonna cut her to tiny shreds."
Chills ran the full length of Ellen's spine as the girl's bitter eyes seemed to pierce through her. Sylvia slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position on the floor and then wobbled onto her knees like a drunken woman. Ellen looked at her tottering, unsteady figure and only then realized the full sensual beauty of the girl for the first time. She was much taller than Ellen and possessed an arrogant animalistic sense of assurance even in her present battered condition. Her shoulders were broad and supported enormous widely-spaced breasts with large dark pink nipples like the petals of flowers. She created an illusion of strength and delicacy at the same time, and her sliver of a waist blossomed out over wide womanly hipbones to the roundness of her firmly fleshed buttocks. Her lithe, strong looking limbs and flashing eyes reminded Ellen of a cat that was about to pounce, and Ellen shuddered as she considered what might happen to her once the girl did get her strength back. Her pride had suffered a disastrous blow and, though there was nothing the girl could do to retrieve her lost status, Ellen sensed she would do everything for revenge on the person she considered responsible. And that person was Ellen! Instinctively, the young blonde hostage found herself glancing frantically at Billy for protection. He was her single bulwark of security in this depraved chaotic world against the rejected and angry girlfriend.
Ellen began trembling in spite of herself and moved closer to the gang leader. Her fearfully trembling hand shook his arm as though to alarm him to the impending danger. She cringed behind his chair until he was directly positioned between her and the infuriated girl, seeking vengeance. Her mind grew almost frantic with fear again, and she realized she would beg or humiliate herself in any way that he required for his strength and protection. She had to, there was no one else to turn to.
Billy had been drinking heavily and he chuckled out loud as he felt the blonde bitch tugging in panic on his arm. She was in a position of complete dependence on him now, he knew it, and she knew it! He hadn't planned for Sylvia's wrath to drive the girl to him, but now that it had happened he wasn't too surprised. He had known from the beginning that he couldn't lose in his desire to totally possess her, it was just a matter of the particular circumstances that would drive her to him. If it hadn't been this, it would have been something else, probably Vito.
As it was, he was satisfied. No matter how it had happened. The young blonde girl was now groveling at his feet and tugging at his arm as though he were her absolute last hope in life--trembling like a frightened little wild animal in sheer terror of what could and would happen to her if the humiliated Sylvia ever got her hands on her. And she was correct in her fear! He knew what Sylvia was capable of doing to another female if she ever got the opportunity; it had taken 197 stitches to close the knife wounds on that Puerto Rican girl. But she wasn't getting the opportunity. No, he would take the blonde girl to bed with him tonight, and Sylvia would have more than her hands full as soon as she was alone with the others. They would be even rougher with her than they had been with the blonde bitch, but that was all right. Finding oneself at the whims of others seemed to be the order of the moment. He realized that he, too, was at the behest of the arrogant stranger, just like Sylvia was at his command. If things didn't go well he would pay for the miscalculations just as Sylvia was suffering for her miscalculation of not leveling with him about laying around town while he was behind bars. Still, though, his decision to toss her to that little bastard Vito had been made in a moment of anger. He wished he hadn't done it, but there was nothing he could do about it now, and it seemed to fit in with this new incomprehensible system of justice.
The only thing left for him to do was to enjoy himself, and he planned to enjoy this night, probably his last night in the United States, with Ellen to the fullest. He would take from her all she had to give and more besides. Last night he had heard her shrieking out her wild orgasms; she was a hot little fuck, even if she didn't know it herself yet. Yes, he would put her through all the paces he could think of, and he wasn't going to let this tenderness he seemed to momentarily feel for her get in the way of his pleasure. It had been a long time since he had felt this gentleness toward anyone and it bothered him. There wasn't any way to consider it but utter sentimental weakness and he meant to overcome it. In fact, it would be dangerous for him if he started thinking like that.
Still, though, last night it had almost torn him apart when he had laid in the other room and listened to her screaming and fighting impossibly against the greater strength of his underlings when the men had taken her. Then her screams had turned to moans, then mewls, then shrieking encouragement to "fuck harder!" It had been humiliating for her, he guessed, but there was nothing he could have done about it. He had offered her as prize in the crap game and hadn't considered the possibility of himself losing. Well, he had lost her, and once that had happened there was nothing he could have done for her. She'd had to eat her humble pie just like he'd had to this afternoon with the man and Sylvia was doing now. Still, maybe tonight the blonde girl would get with it and really enjoy it; after all, he was prepared to be gentle as long as she wanted him to be gentle.
His attention suddenly jerked back to the brutal present with the tightening of Ellen's hand on his arm once again. He started when her fingers grasped his hairy forearm in a tight pinch, and he looked back in time to see the homicidal Sylvia swaying on her feet towards Ellen with her face contorted in an unbelievable look of venomous hatred and anger. The tall brunette tottered on her shaking legs and her arms swooped out in front of her unsteady body as though she were about to pounce on the crouching Ellen, then she did exactly that...
"Catch her, Cash," Billy shouted quickly, trying to fend off the suddenly attacking Rex who thought Sylvia was coming at his master.
Cash jumped forward, intercepting Sylvia in her wild lurch towards Ellen, and clenched his powerful arms in a vise-like grip around her nakedly supple shoulders and neck. Sylvia tottered out of balance for a moment in mid-air, then fell back against Cash's chest, her falling weight sliding down his front until her bare buttocks hit the floor. She lay at his feet totally naked and helpless, and stared vacantly at the rough plank flooring. There was no fight left in her now at all and she covered her face with her hands, beginning to sob uncontrollably as she realized her attack on Ellen had only succeeded in speeding her ravishment by another one of the men.
Cash grabbed her by the arms and dragged her like a dead horse over to another chair. Then he sat on the chair and grinned down at her, enjoying the spectacle of her kneeling naked like a slave at his feet. He, too, had grown tired of her haughty airs and flirtatious looks that were really meant to mock him, since she knew as well as he that Billy would kill him if he ever touched her. Well, she had lost her protector! He had wondered for too long what her full soft lips would look like warmly ovalled around his long white cock, and he was about to find out now.
He was about to find out just exactly how it would feel to shoot his hot stream of impatient cum down that long swan-like throat. He would spew it into her until her adam's apple bobbed up and down as she gulped it into her to keep from choking. The thought of his heatedly pulsating hardness wormed between those untouchable lips that had scorned him before, goaded his organ into a rock-like rigidness that jerked painfully against his pants. He bent over, a lewd grin on his face, and with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand pulled her lower lip tight between his fingers, enjoying her look of startled horror. He pulled the full fleshy lip out, studying its soft pink undersides, and relished the obscene feeling of power it gave him to watch her beautiful young face as it dawned on her what he meant to do to her.
Ellen froze. She could not move and her heart raced in total sympathy for the girl who strained her head backwards, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to escape the teasing fingers in her mouth. The men were heaping more and more humiliations upon her. They would not stop. The blonde hostage knew that the girl was an avowed enemy and that Sylvia would hurt and maim her without thoughts of mercy or hesitation if she got the chance. Ellen also knew that she was lucky it was Sylvia there so nakedly prostrate at the man's knees and not her. But she couldn't help identifying completely with the tall brunette for this was what had happened to her last night when Cash had brutally raped her vagina at the same time the grossly fat Pops had raped her virginal mouth.
"What ya movin' back for?" Cash chuckled down to the once-haughty girl kneeling at his feet. "Ya know it ain't gonna do ya no good, and ya might as well enjoy it."
Billy's former girlfriend began trembling visibly beneath him, and her sudden obvious display of fear signaled clearly to everyone in the shabby room that she knew Cash was right and that she was hopelessly cornered.
Then, even as Ellen watched in sympathy, the trembling ceased, and the gang girl regained her almost arrogant sense of animal-like composure. The piteous expression on her face was replaced by a fatalistic acceptance as she realized it was useless to continue to resist Cash or the demands of the men that would follow. Anyway, nothing could be as bad as what she had already gone through, nothing could equal the shame and humiliation of lying wide and open under weasel-like little sadist, Vito, and feeling his depraved sperm ricocheting around in every inch of her belly.
No... there was no hope whatever of escape from her defenseless position. Billy was not going to help her, and she might as well do everything she could to please the men and get them on her side for later... when she sought her revenge on that blonde bitch who had taken her man away.
Yes, it was Ellen's fault that Sylvia was now in this degrading and shameful position before the men that she wouldn't have stooped to spit on under ordinary circumstances. Ellen had taken her protector away from her and stolen the position that Sylvia had always possessed, and now she was utterly helpless and vulnerable before Billy's men. But she would get even, she would make Ellen suffer each indignity she was going through herself now. What Sylvia had to fuck, Ellen would fuck. What Sylvia had to suck, Ellen would suck. She would make that bitch go through everything she'd had to and more... and then she'd fix her so no man would ever want her again... maybe even perform a little plastic surgery on her--the same kind that was used on the Puerto Rican bitch Alicia, "Titless Alicia", they called her now.
Then Sylvia's thoughts of sweet revenge abruptly faded as she saw the hungry expression on the faces of Cash and Pop... and Vito again. Her fear returned as she recalled how she had mocked and teased each of the men, and something about their cruelly glinting eyes made her realize how completely aware they were of the disdain and scorn she'd always had for them. There wasn't a one, not even Pop, that she hadn't led on with promising glances and then dropped with a mocking laugh, or that she could count on now not to take full revenge on her and put her through all she had coyly hinted at when she had been teasing them. There would be no mercy for her, and now that her time had come, she knew she would get it good and hard, right down her screaming throat... just like so many other women she'd seen brutally gang fucked in the past.
"That's right," Cash hissed down at her suddenly submissive form. "Part of playing the game is losing. You've got to know how to lose. And, baby, you just lost. Did you ever!"
Sylvia's glance shot up to Cash, her eyes burning in a reflection of her inner fear and contempt for him, but she didn't speak or move a single one of her sleekly velvet muscles. Instead, her face turned into a kind of mask, a death mask--expressionless and totally immobile--as though she had suddenly thrown a switch which had shut off all feelings, both mental and physical. Cash bent down and cupped his hands over her large nakedly swinging breasts, and she remained still, looking like a statue of a Greek Aphrodite with only a slight quivering of her nostrils belying the anger and revulsion building deep inside her.
"I love a good loser," the stocky convict chortled, his voice becoming hoarse from his mounting excitement.
He ran his open palms over the full weight of her firmly rounded white breasts and then pulled with his thumbs and forefingers at the small pink nipples. The exposed buds quivered and throbbed into hardness at the squeezing pressure of his harsh touch. His breath deepened and grew heavier with lewd desire, he was all too aware of the control he had over her and moved his hands with tortuous slowness down to the curving indentation of her small narrow waist. All the while, the tall brunette kneeled perfectly still; she was forced to let him do what he would with her.
"I ain't takin' no seconds," he murmured as though in explanation as he bent lower over her. "I ain't goin' to fuck you where Vito did. No, you're gonna take my prick in your sweet little mouth and suck it good."
Still, he let his hands roam slowly over the flatness of her firmly taut belly and then gradually moved to her sparse, kinky hair-covered pubic mound. He ran one outstretched finger between the swollen, tender-fleshed cuntal lips into the warm steaming slit still wet and slippery from the repeated gushes of heatedly thick sperm Vito had spewed into her a short while ago. Sylvia began trembling again, and Cash smiled confidently as he continued his probing exploration. A low helpless groan escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth when his finger slid mockingly over the straining little bud of her clitoris.
His arms swung out suddenly, and he harshly grabbed at the quivering white cheeks of her full firm ass. Sylvia jerked and squealed as he stretched the damp crevice between her buttocks wide and searched with the tip of his extended middle finger for her tiny, tightly puckered anus. Suddenly, he found the cringing opening, and she jumped forward, almost crawling up his chest, to escape the first unexpected pain. The stocky convict ignored her squeal of protest and pressed hard, feeling the brown starred orifice give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic anal ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint.
Sylvia was struggling again now with every ounce of energy that she possessed in an attempt to escape the cruelly digging finger screwing into her buttocks. She pulled and pushed with all her strength at his arm that circled around her, but the movement merely increased the searing pain.
"You're hurting me," she yelled, pounding on his chest with her fists.
Cash turned his head and grinned down again at her naked young body quivering so helplessly on his single finger. He screwed it in deeper and his nail caught the flesh momentarily in her rectum, scraping her. She jerked and squealed again. Cash grinned from ear to ear obviously enjoying her pain and torment. The sight of the supple flesh of her curvaceous body kneeling vulnerably beneath him incited his lust even more. He gasped as he took in her large breasts dangling on each side of his legs, those same fantastic breasts that he had eyed in sacred lust so many times in the past. He wondered how they would look jerking and dancing below her pumping torso as she sucked the full length of his plunging cock buried deep in her warm, wetly clasping mouth. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her fucking tonsils when the moment came, he thought, feeling the pressure growing in his balls.
Sylvia had discovered that the burning pain in her rectum diminished to a low throbbing hurt when she didn't move, and now she knelt before him in statue-like submission. She tried to forget her present anguish and humiliation and concentrated instead on what she would do to the little blonde bitch when she got her hands on her. And she knew that she would sooner or later. She would keep her mouth closed and not say anything more against the girl; and in a matter of hours she would find herself alone with the girl. Then she would make the bitch suffer all the degradation she was going through now. It would be an easy matter to turn the other men on the girl, and if they weren't around... well, she would enjoy slowly slicing her beauty into ugly little pieces. She knew she was stronger than the girl, her mind raced on in her anger and hate.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled open. She moaned deep in her throat and her eyes shadowed in disgust and revulsion as Cash's free hand struggled with the opening of his pants.
"I can see you're real anxious," he chided gleefully. "But we ain't gonna hurry. No, we got lot's a time."
He lifted his buttocks slightly from the chair, his outstretched middle finger still wormed securely in the deepest recesses of her defenseless rectum, and tugged his pants down his hairy abdomen. They caught for a moment at the bulging obstacle of his now fully erect penis and then, suddenly freed, his massively throbbing cock jumped straight out from his belly.
"Pull the pants down my legs," he grunted happily at her look of dismay. "I want to give you lots of room to work with."
Sylvia complied after a second's hesitation and pulled his trousers down his heavy legs until they were bunched in a disordered heap around his ankles. Her head reeled at the sight of his pulsating blood- engorged penis cleaving out from his belly, and the sperm-inflated sac of his balls squashed against the seat of the chair. She fought the urge to slam them with her closed fist. But the gang girl knew better than to resist now, and she focused instead on the revenge she would seek later when she had the advantage. She flinched but didn't protest as Cash's free hand began to roam in wild excitement over every inch of her nakedly exposed torso that kneeled in a position of lewd subservience before him.
Cash's eyes moved gloatingly over the voluptuous curves that had been denied him for so long but were now hovering beneath him like a pagan making a sacrificial offering. His hand harshly kneaded her firm globular breasts, her resiliently rounded ass cheeks, and the smooth soft flesh at the curve of her sleek upper thighs until he could stand no longer the maddening torture building deep in his balls.
Suddenly, and without any prior warning, his hand tangled in her hair and pulled Sylvia's sensually beautiful young face closer to his jutting groin. Her eyes widened at the full view of his impatiently pulsing penis with its mighty sac of sperm-bloated testicles only scant inches in front of her. Her mouth tightened in revulsion as his free hand circled around the long thick cock and gradually pulled the heavy foreskin back, exposing the red bulbous head. The stocky convict shifted closer and Sylvia closed her eyes as he began moving the thick blunt hardness over her upturned face. She began trembling again in shame and humiliation as she felt it rub like a red-hot poker over her cheeks and around the edges of her tightly closed mouth.
Ellen's skin turned beet red in embarrassment for the girl who was forced to remain on her knees before the man and forced to feel his throbbing hardness rub over the softness of her face as his thick finger began to fuck rapidly in and out of her defenselessly puckering little rectum.
"Aaaaaaaargh," the tall brunette moaned in pain as the finger began skewering ever more violently into the sensitive spongy depths of her anus.
"Open your mouth," Cash commanded with a lewd grin on his face. Sylvia hesitated a moment, and his hands tightened painfully in her silky black hair, pulling the skin back from her temples.
Ellen's eyes widened in horror at the terrifying scene of humiliation and torture rapidly building into utter depravity and animalism before her unbelieving eyes. Had this been the way she looked last night when Pop had fucked in and out of her mouth?
Cash began groaning now, foul obscenities spewing from his contorted lips as he roughly shoved the girl's face deep into his groin. He spread his heavy thighs and the girl's entire head seemed to sink into the hairy depths surrounding his testicles. His hand, tangling painfully in the jet black hair, guided her wetly parted lips over the fleshy, swollen sac of his balls dangling down between his widespread legs, then slowly forced her face down the inner sides of his eagerly trembling thighs.
Then abruptly, as though he could stand his own cruel torturing no longer, he ripped the finger from her anus and, with both hands free now, yanked her head roughly by the hair until her face was once again poised directly over his long violently throbbing cock. Without further hesitation, he gruffly thrust his loins forward and groaned when the warm moistness of her open mouth closed over the sensitive head of his pulsating hardness.
"Now suck my cock, baby," he swallowed deeply above the girl haunched over his loins. "Suck it good and hard, and I'll give you a present."
Slowly the girl began to nibble in fear of the further pain and humiliation that would come to her if she refused him. Ellen watched the lewd effects of the gang girl's efforts play over Cash's face as the convict felt the first moist firm pull of Sylvia's lips over his cock, then the warm suction when she slowly lifted her head and let his long member slide wetly through the tightly clasping insides of her mouth. An involuntary whimper of dismay and shame escaped from Ellen's lips as the scene brought back lewd memories of the previous night and her own mouth working obscenely over Pop's stiffened penis in the same utter helplessness. The sight of Sylvia sucking away, coupled with her own memories, caused a momentary twitch in Ellen's suddenly moistening vagina. Vague, dimly felt echoes of her repeated orgasms rippled faintly through her loins, and quickly she forced herself to begin thinking of other things.
"C'mon, baby, c'mon," Cash grunted fiercely and pulled maliciously at her hair. "Suck harder, harder... suck goddamn you! Ahhhh, that's more like it, you beautiful little cocksucker. Ahhhh... " Sylvia's head began a rapid bobbing rhythm and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. The flesh of her tightly compressed lips pulled out grotesquely and clung to the long white trunk of his penis as she nibbled and licked, her frightened mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. The kneeling girl twirled her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head on each outstroke, and the nerve-tingling lick made the cock tip throb and jerk so that the entire long column seemed to grow rapidly right before Ellen's eyes.
"Don't stop, keep sucking like that, keep sucking!" he gasped to the tortured girl who slaved dutifully below him, her body glistening from the tiny droplets of sweat that began to form over her skin.
The gasping-in-pleasure convict's hands tangled tighter in Sylvia's long black hair, and he began to convulsively ram his massive male hardness farther and farther down her throat. He bent his head slightly to the side in order to watch her contorted face. The profile of his hardened shaft sawed rhythmically in and out of her wetly ovalled mouth and disappeared with each vicious inward thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening as it lewdly protruded from between her lips.
Ellen twisted her hands nervously around the back rungs of Billy's chair and watched helplessly. She prayed desperately that the gang's attention wouldn't suddenly return to her in the terrible heat of passion that they had all worked themselves into from watching Sylvia's dancing torso, her naked young breasts jerking and swaying lewdly as her mouth pumped up and down over Cash's still erect cock. Pop hovered anxiously around the couple, his eyes gleaming in obscene anticipation while he waited his turn with the haughty fallen queen of the gang and Vito leaned against the wall, stroking his own once again hardened cock between both of his hands at the same time. Ellen glanced up at Billy, a silent plea for protection in her eyes, but he looked at her impassively, then turned back to watch the obscene spectacle. She found herself hoping that he would take her to his room soon, just as he had said he was going to do at the beginning of the horrible evening. The blonde hostage knew from his rapid breathing and bulging pants that he was excited from watching the cruel assault on Sylvia and that he would do terrible things to her and expect her to do disgusting things to him. No matter how disgusting, though, she would do it because it would get her safely out of the room and away from the wantonly perverted scene that threatened to make her sick at any moment. No, nothing could be as bad as this, even submitting to Billy's whims.
Cash groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the naked young brunette kneeled before him like a lowly slave. Sylvia could feel the spongy heated head rub the full length of her tongue before embedding itself deep in her throat, and could taste and smell the sharp pungent flavor and odor of the tiny droplets of seminal fluid that seeped from the tip of his cock in his rising excitement. But she didn't think about what was about to happen; she considered instead the cruel and bizarre punishments she would mete out when she got her hands on the rotten blonde bitch who was responsible for this. Her thoughts returned to the task at hand only when Cash's hands pushed her wetly clinging mouth down harder on the long hard cock screwing so mercilessly into her face.
She began sucking to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in the stormy seas over his maniacally pumping loins. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with a vengeance now around and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her widely ovalled lips--wanting him to cum and get it over with. Her mouth was full of saliva and she hollowed the smooth wet insides on the outstroke and expanded them on the instroke, allowing her hot breath to race over the air cooled trunk with a maddening rhythm. Cash's semen-laden balls beat a staccato rhythm against her upturned young chin, and the saliva-matted curly blonde pubic hair covering his lower stomach brushed against her face with frantic thrust for release.
Cash's desire mounted with the lewd power he now had over the girl who submissively accepted his cock's violent plunges into her mouth and even matched them with a driving, sucking vengeance of her own. He clasped his palms tight against her ears and enjoyed the way she tightened her lips and increased the speed of her movement even more, as though she would do anything to appease him. He wanted to spurt his hot cum all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst. He wanted to debase and completely humiliate this smart-ass little prick-tease for all the times she had deliberately tormented him when she was under Billy's protection.
Now Billy's presence magnified his pleasure because he knew it made Sylvia's predicament that much more shameful and degrading. She was sucking voraciously on Cash's rapidly expanding cock while both she and he knew that Billy himself was watching. All the men were watching the way he had brought Sylvia to her knees and forced the former girlfriend of their leader to work to please him like the lowest of prostitutes. He watched her lick and suck on his thickly thrusting cock, and as the image transcribed itself obscenely on his brain, he felt the pressure growing in his balls... and he knew it wouldn't be much longer now. He could hardly wait for the moment when he spewed his white hot stream of cum in rushing gushes into her mouth and forced her to swallow it down that pretty little throat of hers.
The nakedly kneeling brunette's head bobbed wildly now in her desperation, and he felt the unbearable pressure building--building deep in his impatiently pulsating balls. It felt like he was sitting on a ticking time bomb that was about to go off. There could be no more waiting, something had to give before he exploded in a thousand different directions. Then he felt his erupting sperm begin its mad race up the long length of his insanely jerking cock.
The moment was now!
He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire. His head fell back and he arched his loins up into her slavering young face, tangling his hands cruelly in her hair and holding her head tight against his loins while he rammed his long exploding shaft into the tight warm softness between her tongue and the roof of her sucking mouth. He groaned over and over again, and a low guttural sound started from deep in his chest as he pushed the wildly jerking penis all the way down to her tonsils. His hands pressed hard against her cheeks so that her mouth tightened while he convulsively fucked his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Then he felt his cum spewing out thick heated streams into the soft sanctity of her wet young mouth. Gush after gush of the white hot sperm bloated her cheeks outward with each bullet-like squirt and she swallowed frantically to keep from choking... gasping and gagging at his thrusting loins. His hands tangled in her hair and held her warmly ovalled mouth tight to the emptying cock while he shot the last of his heated load deep into the confines of her still sucking mouth and until every last drop of the warm sticky sperm had been nibbled from his rapidly deflating hardness.
The flaccid penis slipped slowly with a wet sucking sound from the girl's mouth, but her throat continued to tighten and untighten, swallowing in great desperate gulps in an effort to clear her mouth and throat of his warm pungent sperm.
Ellen was so overwhelmed and transfixed by the horrible and depraved spectacle of Cash cumming in the girl's mouth that she hadn't even noticed Billy's hand roaming familiarly over her back and softly curved buttocks from where she sat next to him. But suddenly her attention reeled back to her own vulnerable situation when she heard him rise from the chair and felt his hands cup under her arms to pull her to a standing position. She began trembling in fear, but didn't struggle as Billy, incited by the lewdly obscene performance, began leading her across the floor to his room and the long night of submission that awaited her. Sylvia's challenge to Billy's authority had provided for Ellen only a temporary respite, she realized with dreading full awareness now, and once again it was her turn to be used as a sex slave as she had been last night. Except that now there was just Billy, whereas last night there had been three, and she made up her mind to cooperate as best she could so as not to lose this advantage, as small and pitiful as it was. She allowed Billy to lead her down the hall to his room, hearing behind her the sounds of Sylvia whimpering as the grossly fat Pop prepared to take his turn at her.
CHAPTER FIVE
The yellow triangle of light shining into Billy's room from the hallway slowly disappeared across the bare wooden floor when he reached back and softly closed the door behind them. In that moment before the door sealed her fate with a small click, Ellen thought she saw a tiny room with a blanket-covered mattress in the corner. An empty light fixture hung from the ceiling, but it didn't work, and Billy disappeared from his position close behind her to flare a match... then the shabby room glimmered with the light of a candle.
Ellen sighed without much feeling as the bleakness of the dismal room registered on her exhausted mind. She had been horrified and shocked for so long that she couldn't have worked up any further distress if she had wanted to. Actually, though, when she looked around the dimly lit room with a view of starless sky evident beyond one cracked window, it seemed almost cozy, and she was glad to be there with Billy instead of back down the hall under the harsh glare of the hanging light, suffering further indignities from the others.
The voluptuous young blonde stepped forward willingly when Billy's hand reached through the darkness and circled her slender wrist, pulling her down on the mattress beside him. Then the door swung open again, and she watched dully as he grunted in irritation and crawled back to his feet, walking across the room to slam the door. It sprang open a second time but he left it, exposing them to a long low wail of anguish from Sylvia once again being assaulted in the other room by the men. Ellen's heart began to pound as the piteous sounds stirred grim images in her mind of what was about to happen to her. She wanted to plead with Billy to close the door again, but she didn't. She sensed that the gang leader had fallen into a sullen bitter mood, and she was deathly afraid of inciting his anger.
She jumped when his hand settled on her shoulder, pushing her backwards, but she fell obediently onto her back on the mattress. She stared as though in a trance at the light from the hallway reflecting now on the ceiling, too frightened to turn her head when she heard him stripping the clothing from his muscular body. She heard him unzipping his pants, then his belt hit with a loud clang against the floor, and she stiffened as he sat down on the mattress to pull the trousers and his undershorts off his ankles. Then there was just the horrible suspenseful silence which was broken only by occasional male grunts of passion mixed with small feminine protests coming from the other room.
Ellen quivered and waited for the weight of his naked body to fall suddenly and heavily in plundering passion on her vulnerably reclining form, but it didn't. Instead, he sat quietly next to her, his deep breathing the only evidence of his rising passion, and glanced for a moment at the flickering shadows the candle cast on the crumbling walls before he turned slowly to her small deliciously curving form. Ellen didn't have to glance to the side to know that he was studying her barely covered young body, his hungry eyes traveling a slow burning path of hot desire and admiration up the entire length of her form, coming to rest on the protruding outline of her large ripely firm breasts beneath the torn ragged tee-shirt.
"You're pretty," Ellen suddenly heard a voice speak softly below the frantic rising shrieks of Sylvia that were rapidly growing louder in intensity from the other room, and her first impulse was to cast a frightened glance around to see who it was that had spoken so gently. But no new assailant appeared, there was only herself and Billy on the mattress with their two separate shadows dancing against the wall. It was Billy who had spoken in that strange, suddenly tender voice. But it was a Billy that she hadn't prepared herself for after the long day in which he had seemed even more aloof and dangerously angry than usual. She had sensed a certain well-hidden protectiveness in his attitude towards her at first, but after his humiliating encounter with the stranger it had seemed to vanish. Now its reemergence left her confused and frightened. She had finally decided after permitting Vito's sadistically cruel assault on Sylvia--and obviously enjoying what the little killer had done to his ex-girlfriend--that he was as much an animal as the others. But now with this sudden tenderness of the leader she was unsure again.
"I hope they didn't hurt ya," he spoke to the wall and then bent his head, almost as though he didn't want to face her from shyness or embarrassment.
"I'm still alive," Ellen said suspiciously and glanced at his profile in order to see his reaction to her words. She didn't want to get her hopes up. She was surprised when he sighed heavily in seeming agreement at the horror of her predicament the previous night.
"Aaaggghhhh--No! You're killing me--eeeeee!"
Sylvia's high piercing shriek that came down the hall like the long wail of a siren interrupted the tender scene. Ellen hoped desperately for the second time since she had entered the small cave-like room that Billy would get up and close the door, but he didn't and she was still too aware of the power of life or death he had over her to ask him to do anything at all for her. Instead, he once again won her startled surprise when he unexpectedly reached into the pockets of the pants he had already removed and left on the floor, and then lit a cigarette; his face turned towards her revealed an unhoped-for gentleness over the flare of the match in his hand.
Ellen waited for a seeming eternity while he leisurely smoked the cigarette and her torn emotions gradually changed from suspicion and fear to relief and acceptance. Yes, she thought, there was just no way of getting around the fact, as shocking and unacceptable as it would be if she were still back in her normal world, that it was better that she be sexually taken by Billy--as she knew he was going to do in a few minutes--than that she find herself once again suffering brutal and sadistic indecencies at the callous hands of the others.
This reassuring train of thought came to a sudden halt when Ellen noticed Billy impatiently stubbing out his cigarette on the dirty bare floorboards after only two puffs. He turned towards her, revealing his fully naked body for the first time, and to her own surprise and amazement she didn't cringe or even glance away. She supposed that they had beaten and abused her so much in the last twenty-four hours that nothing could move her now except the terror of being thrown to the others to be used as a plaything as she had been before. Ellen jerked suddenly as Sylvia's abjectedly pleading moan and loud, sadistically gleeful laughter came from the next room. Yes, yes, she shuddered and sank back onto the bed, anything Billy did would be better than being the subject of those foul male comments coming down the hallway now, indicating that Pop was fucking into Sylvia while Cash and Vito watched in lewd pleasure.
Billy laid his hand on Ellen's shoulder, mistaking her slight tremble in response to the crude remarks from the other men, as the beginning of surrender. And in a way, the half-drunk gang leader was right. Ellen's will to resist had finally been destroyed by the unrelenting torture and cruel pain that the men had put her through. At some inexact moment since the convicts had forced her into their truck off the country road, she had given up the struggle. She, herself, wasn't sure of when the exact turning point in her anguished emotions had occurred, for her resistance had disappeared so gradually and imperceptibly under the seemingly endless torture. All she knew now was that her hopes had changed, and she no longer aspired to escape the men but simply to endure them... to exist... to live! More than anything, she hoped that they wouldn't hurt her any more, and that when Billy made love to her, he wouldn't do it too cruelly. Her determination had been overcome by a fatigue-wracked desire to escape further pain, and now the tenderness with which he caressed her helped allay her fears... and she lay beneath him quietly and unprotesting.
The convict, sobering now from the sight of the voluptuous young girl stretched languidly on the bed beside him, looked at her almost with reverence. He would have given anything in the world to possess her under different circumstances; to come home from a big office where he had a good thing going that enabled him to make the right pay-offs and live in peace... and find her waiting for him. Yeh, she was surrendering to him now. But what else could the poor little bitch do? He would have given everything to feel her squirming beneath him, needing him as much as he needed her. Or if not her, at least someone like her, someone young, pure, innocent, who thought he was and always would be Number One. The others had taken her last night, it was true, but he had heard her screams as they forced themselves on her with sheer brute strength; and anyway, her being there in the first place had been his own fucking fault. Then he'd heard her finally cumming and he had wished he'd been the one to do that for her. No, that didn't really count; the real obstacle between them was the ugliness of his past, his present, and his future. She was something only vaguely glimpsed through lace curtains, singing at a piano, when you're broke and on the lam. He could hardly expect her to throw herself at a two- bit criminal with his record. And tomorrow his role as fugitive would be sealed forever; sure, he'd be the big man then, but there would be no more chances for him to make a new start of it. After tomorrow, having a girl like that... well, it just couldn't happen! He would try to make it out of the country, and then maybe after a few years he could stop running, settle somewhere and build a new life. No, he would be lucky if he was still alive tomorrow night, and after that he might as well face the fact that there would be nothing but to keep moving. Forever.
And... there was nothing he could do to stop the plan now. If he didn't participate in the killing, the other would do it... after leaving his body somewhere as destroyed evidence. There was not even any going back to prison now. He was trapped just like the senator, whom he didn't care about one way or the other. Except that he, Billy, had always been trapped.
He wished that he could somehow explain all this to the innocent young girl to make her understand why he needed her so much tonight.
But he knew he couldn't! Shit, he thought, we're worlds apart and she's so fucking afraid of me that she would never relax her suspicions enough to believe what I say, even if I could find the words to say it. No, she'd just have to go on believing that he was a murderer who would kill anyone, including her, without a second thought. The only chance he had to express his feelings would come when he made love to her.
That was the only way... even if she wouldn't understand.
Ellen's terrified young body began to shiver uncontrollably as she felt the gang leader reach forward and run his hands over the top of her jeans, looking for the opening of her pants. She wanted to look up and search his face in the candlelight, but she didn't dare. She was too afraid that she would disrupt this suddenly gentle mood that he was in and incite him to the savage lust with which he had brutally raped her in the truck the first night. As it was, she lay as still as possible, listening to his whiskey-scented breath grow heavier, while he ran his hands over the smoothness of her belly and then out to the flare of her hips, finally cupping his hands under her supple young buttocks. He reached forward and carefully unzipped her jeans, but she didn't protest and even lifted her hips when he began to tug the slacks down her long legs.
She sat up for a moment, and he pulled the torn remains of her tee- shirt up over her head and off her arms. She trembled while he struggled with the clasp of her brassiere and then lay back down uneasily, though it wasn't from fear now but the strange feeling of abandon that overcame her as she felt him pulling the ragged garment from her large firm breasts. Her berry-like nipples stiffened and hardened in contact with the air, and a peculiar fluttery sensation rippled through her abdomen when she noticed him glancing down at them in what seemed to be tender appreciation.
After a moment, Billy placed his hands around the fleshy curve of her small waist and then curled his fingers over the elastic band at the top of what was left of her little white nylon panties, pulling them downward and drawing from her an involuntary "ooooooh." For a moment both of their movements quickened in the struggle with her last item of clothing whose removal would leave her as naked and open as he was. She lifted her belly and he pulled and tugged until they peeled reluctantly over the full firm moons of her buttocks.
Now Ellen lay totally naked beside him. She felt no fear whatsoever anymore, and it surprised her, but she supposed it was because of this strange gentleness with which he treated her. He was asking, not demanding, and she even felt that he might stop if she asked him to. But she had no intentions of doing that! He had saved her from another attack by the others who would probably have used her more cruelly than the night before, and he had rescued her from an assault by his jealous ex-girlfriend. Even, now he was still protecting her from both dangers, and she sensed that he had taken her to his room not only because he wanted her for himself but out of simple human compassion.
And she felt gratitude. She wanted him to know she was grateful.
Billy sensed the change in the girl too, though it was hard to believe it. She hadn't struggled or kicked when he had removed her clothing, and she didn't cringe now at him sitting next to her. She wasn't even clinging to him out of desperate fear of the others as she had done back in the other room. No, she now lay next to him in a state of expectant repose, and wild thoughts began to race through his head that it was just possible that the voluptuous young blonde was waiting for his next move with some sort of anticipation. He laid his hands on her taut little belly and caressed slowly up to the soft underside of her warmly fleshed breasts. It didn't seem possible but when the backs of his hands reached their soft fullness, an almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips as though she wanted him to cup his hands completely over them. But he didn't want to destroy this advantage with an abrupt movement, and he began gently kneading his hands over her waist and abdomen. Finally, after a long tortuous wait, he carefully cupped the lush firmness of her breasts, squeezing the small, bud-like nipples in the furrows between his splayed out fingers. To his surprise she didn't move! He rubbed her breasts in small tiny circles and surprisingly, her chest lifted and strained against his hands as if she were offering them to him in silent invitation.
When, after a moment, he dropped one hand to her thigh, she merely parted her legs without resistance of any kind. The small soft tendrils of pubic hair brushed temptingly against his fingers, but he kept his caresses confined to her legs, avoiding the tempting vaginal mound as he gradually moved his hand underneath her to the wonderfully pliant cheeks of her warm ass. He clenched their smooth, satin-like softness in his hand and drew his fingers down the slightly spread crease between them. Despite himself, his wrist made contact with an unexpected warm dampness growing rapidly between her legs. Now the gang leader could stand it no more, and drew his fingers irresistibly downward to the soft moist flanges of the young hostage's pussy that quivered so warmly in his hand. He tried to press one outstretched finger into the tight little opening of her cunt, but she jerked spasmodically away, not from pain or fear, but from the sudden contact that sent another wave of erotically rippling sensation through her belly.
Billy withdrew the finger and looked down at her sensually naked body presenting such an incredible picture of lovely young femaleness to him. Christ! He'd never seen a picture of anything as lush as this, and he still couldn't believe she was here... and his!
She was just as firm and full-bodied as he had sensed in the terrible rush of raping her in the truck, and just as soft and young and innocent in a fiery way as he had imagined while listening to her squeals and protests and screams--both of protest and rapture--with the men last night. She was all that he had hoped she would be, except that now she was lying willingly beneath him, her ripe young body quivering with desire... for him!
He kneeled up over her and ran his uncontrollably trembling hands reverently over her warm young breasts, her flat little belly, her firm upper thighs, and then behind again slowly over the full sweep of her lushly rounded buttocks pressed against the mattress. His heart gladdened as his hands and caresses brought small animal-like mewls of pleasure from her wetly parted lips. His passion increased as her tautly smooth abdomen and its blonde pubic mound lifted quickly up to him in invitation when he pressured his hands gently up from behind.
Billy watched as she looked up at him with smoky blue eyes that were half-closed and already dimmed from the forbidden pleasure that sent waves of lewd warmth rippling over every inch of her sensuously quivering young body.
Ellen, in the deep exhausted haze and dimness that follows relief from severe mental anguish, had drifted off into an alien world of soft pleasure of the flesh. At first, back in the distant and rapidly receding past that she could now barely remember, she had let herself be led to this candle lit room so that she could escape the other convicts, then out of gratitude she had lain unprotesting while the gang leader had undressed and fondled her body. But now her passive acceptance had been replaced by a driving desire that she not only didn't comprehend but couldn't control. The aroused young girl didn't know who the gently caressing hands belonged to or how they had managed to work this miracle upon her. With a sigh of rapture, she gave up the impossible effort to even think beyond the wickedly flickering inferno of pleasure that devastated her entire body, the flames rippling outward from the throbbing center of her vagina that ached to be filled.
"Oh God, Oh God," she heard a female voice crooning, unaware that it was herself who was speaking.
Billy bent down, pressing his wet lips tightly to hers, and immediately felt the soft shaft of her quivering little tongue spear into the hot cavern of his mouth, circling around his own hard rigid tongue in a flicking embrace like a poor moth attracted by an open flame which it could not resist.
Feeling sure of himself for the first time, Billy placed his hands on the soft firm inner sides of her full upper thighs, and this time she didn't move away or even jerk in the slightest degree. Instead, her legs parted slowly and willingly outward as he pressured against them with his hands, pushing them outward as though he were opening the pages of a sacred book.
Sudden bewilderment raced through his brain at her passionate response to him. For a moment he suspected a trap--suspected that she was pretending. It didn't seem possible that this was the same virgin he had raped so brutally only last night who was now lying quivering and moaning beneath him, waiting in what seemed to be helpless desire for the moment when he would take her a second time.
The convict couldn't wait any longer, and he let his naked body sink down onto hers where he rested a moment, feeling the softly sensual hollows and mounds of her voluptuous body pressed tightly against him. Then he drew her legs up from her pinioned, splayed-out body until her knees bent out at each of his sides. He lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck, and she groaned in acquiescence and eagerness. Her passion spurred his own desire. Her helplessly lewd response to each of his moves goaded his passion until his head reeled with the power he had over her. He wanted to thrust his tongue down her throat, to totally pulverize every inch of her sensual young body until she quivered in a thousand helpless pieces. He breathed heavily and had reached down to implant himself into the soft wet crevice of her pussy pressed so warmly up against his loins... but at the last moment he stopped!
He wanted her to surrender totally to him tonight in every way, drawing her to him with her own hands so that he would never be uncertain in the future days to come--if there were to be future days--that she had wanted him. She was in a pliant dreamy condition now and, anyway, he would never again have the opportunity to fuck her like this.
"Put it in," he lifted his mouth from hers and spoke in a low whisper. Then he added, even though it was obviously unnecessary, "... please!"
He stopped breathing for a long tortuous moment as he waited to see what she would do. Then his choked off breath heaved out in a deep sigh of relief when he felt her little hand push immediately down between their warmly sweating bodies and curl around the long rigidity of his heatedly throbbing shaft. He lifted his loins slightly to give her access to him when she hesitated a moment as though trying to figure out what to do with the hardened flesh that jerked and throbbed so vitally between her tightly clasping fingers.
The gang leader groaned when she pushed the thick foreskin back, exposing the blunt pulsing head that brushed lightly against the smooth skin of her taut young belly. He lifted his hips higher, letting her hand to direct him, and swung slightly backwards. The blonde girl's fingers ran tentatively down the full length of his shaft, then with a sudden assurance she moved it against the soft fleece-covered curvature of her pubic mound. For a second time he held his breath, feeling her sparse tendrils tantalizingly curl around the head of his hard column that was pressing against her warmly pink slit. He waited in agony, desperate with desire, as she fumbled with the strange stiffness of his cock, tentatively sliding it up and down the full wetness between the swollen lips of her moistly aroused pussy. Finally she found her mark, and the hotly throbbing penis in her hand rested at the warm vaginal opening which was now willingly being offered to him--unlike last night when he had taken what he wanted without gentleness or mercy.
But he held back tonight!
He waited with the greater desire to slither into her at the exact moment when she needed it as much as he did. It would mean everything to hear her pleading, to feel every sinew of her supple young body begging for him to finally plunge his long hard cock into her, pleading with him not to wait a single moment longer. He held back in full confidence that that unbelievable moment would actually come, and she would implore him in a final admission of surrender that neither of them would ever forget.
But she had to know it! She had to be fully conscious when she did it! He wanted the voluptuously naked girl to keep it in mind forever, to remember how she had wanted him more than pride itself. That way, no matter how many cocks plunged into her in the years to come, his would always be there. He was sure she would try to forget the pain and humiliation that Pop and Cash and Vito had forced on her helpless young body, and he knew that one day she would succeed in forgetting; but she would never be able to forget the first man who had given her the pleasure of making love--man and woman. And he would be that one. Tomorrow night might be his last day in this world, and even if it wasn't, there would be no place after that for him to go or anyone waiting for him. But he would leave something behind that would at least be in this innocent young girl's memories for as long as she lived. She would remember, and that would bring him alive again.
Ellen, with only the slightest pressure of his hardness against her wetly quivering little cunt, lay trembling in tiny uncontrollable spasms that bound her entire helpless body to him with as much painful intensity as if he had fastened her to a torture rack. She felt mesmerized by his warmly pulsating penis and the aching hunger it caused in her womb, a surprisingly ravenous need that couldn't be satiated no matter how much she lifted her still-empty loins up to the dimly-seen figure that hovered between her widely-spread legs over her body. Every movement against his maddening hardness merely increased her craving and torment. The lewd sensation extended itself into the deepest recesses of her hazy mind where it transformed itself into thousands of sensually flickering images. They mixed with the obscene grunts and sucking noises coming from the next room to form lascivious pictures of the ex-girlfriend being crushed between the aroused bodies of all three sadistic convicts, adding to the throbbing sensation in her dilated vagina a thousandfold.
Billy looked down at the voluptuously naked young girl who lay underneath him with her breath coming in rasping pants of sexual need. He shifted slightly and she glanced up, then quickly her eyelids fluttered shut as though pleading with him to get on with his next move. Small beads of perspiration had formed on her lips that ovalled in unintelligible whispering mutters, but he was sure now that she was beginning to bend in her heated need of him. He lifted his body closer over hers in a push-up position, and his massively, thick cock pressed into the warm slippery fold of her pussy that lay wet and open to him without meeting the slightest resistance.
"Ooooooh," she gasped in pleasure and surprise at the closer contact.
The gang leader resisted with all his determination and control the desire to end this insufferable waiting stance and plunge into her; but he had waited too long and worked too hard to destroy all his efforts now. Besides, he could see her changing right before his eyes, and the sight of her transformation kept him going.
His eyes, gleaming with desire, fastened on the large, ripely pliant mounds of her breasts that swayed slightly out towards the sides of her body. The sight of the little pebble-like nipples at the ends of them, stiffening and quivering in arousal, made his mouth water with the urge to bite into them. Yes, there was too much of her he hadn't tasted to simply take her now. Everything she had was open and available to him, and it never would be again.
With a rush, he fell onto her chest and sucked one of the small, succulent pink nipples up into his mouth. He ran his hungry lips and tongue moistly around and around the wide coral areole, then sucked the hard budding tip into stiff quivering hardness. The naked blonde hostage gasped as his hand massaged her other breast in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her legs involuntarily scissored open beneath him, thrusting the thinly bearded slit of her vagina hard up against his loins. Billy let his tongue trace a wet path of searing desire down to the flat plane of her rippling belly, as the shamelessly aroused girl began to writhe beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her firmly rounded buttocks twisted down against the soiled mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Her arms stiffened, and her hands shot out to tangle tightly in his hair pulling his lips greedily to her erotically tingling breasts.
Billy lifted himself back up and gazed at the sheer wanton desire which was shaking her naked young body. His eyes fastened again on the excitedly quivering mounds of her large firm breasts, and he had to have more of them in some way. Suddenly, he slithered forward up her chest and settled his buttocks just above her navel, his legs straddling her delicate ribcage at either side. He tilted his hips and gasped as his cock fell easily into the damply narrow crevice between her perspiring, closely-spaced breasts.
Ellen's eyes opened and she gazed up at the escaped convict with wide startled blue eyes. But once again they grew hazy and lust-smoked and, with a deep sigh, fluttered closed again.
He straddled her stomach heavily. The bloated sperm-swollen sac of his balls squashed hard against the whiteness of her belly, causing his heatedly thick cock to jerk in anticipation. He inched upward along her sensually writhing torso, worming his hardened stiffness deeper into the valley between her full fleshy breasts. Without warning, he reached down and cupped a hand on either side of the warmly quivering soft mounds and pushed them together, trapping his long throbbing cock softly between them. Ellen wiggled under him, and he rode with her body, causing the red bulbous head to slide all the way up to her bent chin. A tiny bit of lubricant popped out from the gaping head and, when he drew back, traced a thin wet line down the curve of her neck. For a moment he sat still, taking in the unbelievable sight of the voluptuous young girl he had been forced to rape now willingly letting him use her as he wanted. With shaking hands, he began kneading the full resilient mounds and watched the soft doughy flesh poke up between his grasping fingers in tiny white bloodless ridges that softened back into a firmly voluptuous shape the moment he released them. He tugged and pulled at her pliant warmth, stretching the nipples over his hotly throbbing long cock until the bead-like tips touched and her warm flesh enclosed his member in their vibrant softness on both sides.
Satisfied, Billy set up a slow rocking motion, sliding his thick blue- veined shaft between her softly straining young breasts. He moved slowly and carefully for fear that his long-stored cum would suddenly erupt and begin spurting in sticky hot streams over her naked breasts; he didn't want that, wasn't ready for that yet. The steady slap of his heavy balls against the smooth warmth of her stomach forced his breath into quick labored gasps of a rising lewdness that he knew he couldn't control much longer. The nipples of her breasts quivered and jerked into greater hardness as he rubbed them against each other, and this excited him even more. His wild passion grew to a nearly unmanageable intensity when he glanced up at her face and saw the wantonly exciting reaction it was having upon her.
She really was beautiful, he thought, as he gazed in intoxicating rapture at her nakedly writhing young figure spread out so deliciously on the mattress beneath him. He had worked her up to a fever pitch of desire, and now her mouth hung open wide in pleading ecstasy--her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. Soft animal mewls of pleasure gasped and bubbled from between her contorted lips. Her voluptuously flaring hips continued a slow up and down grinding movement in rhythm to the stroking between her tightly pressed together breasts and then they began writhing in a mindless fit of abandonment that told him clearly that the girl now would accept any degradation he would force upon her in order to still the fire raging in her vagina.
And there was one thing more he wanted to do before he made her cum, before he fused them together in one great wet mass of pulsating flesh.
He slithered back down her ripe young body and carefully rolled her over, his eyes traveling a slow path of desire up the gleaming moon- like orbs of her buttocks. They undulated slowly beneath him as she continued the wanton little movement that now ground her hungry, wetly quivering cunt into the mattress.
Ellen started to attention as she felt herself grasped tightly by the waist and her hips lifted up from the mattress, but then her barely conscious mind drifted back into the dim dark world that revolved around the single thought of her unfulfilled desire.
Bill looked down at her rippling ass cheeks and the anal crevice that had opened up when he lifted her, exposing the tiny brown star of her rectum. He meant to fuck her there too, and he shuddered at the mere thought of what it would feel like when her warm spongy channel closed so tightly around his totally buried cock.
He placed his hands gently under her belly and lifted her slowly to a kneeling position so that she was on all fours under him dog-fashion. Then he crawled up on his own knees between her full spread thighs and pulled at the firmly rounded cheeks of her ass with his hands, able to see clearly now the tightly puckered little anus nestled in the shadowy cleft. He thought he could see it throbbing almost as if it anticipated his next move.
Billy rested in that position for a long moment to give her time to adjust to everything that had happened so far. He knew that any abrupt movement could throw her dimmed mind out of the trance it seemed to be in, then she would begin to struggle with all the energy she had displayed in the truck the first night. And he wanted that energy working with him, not against him. He wanted her to desire everything he did to her.
Ellen's long tapered legs were splayed out wide on either side of him when he brought his hands down and pushed them under the back of her knees. He pulled them apart so that the kneecaps touched the sides of the mattress and exposed the whole flat place of her anal crevice to his lustful sight. Then he dropped his head and gently flicked the quivering red tip of his wet tongue into the tight little hole of her anus nestled just above the opening of her pussy. The unexpected, moistly searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought a long low moan of anguish from the kneeling girl's tortured lips. Her blonde head tossed and chills ran up the full length of her naked back and then back down again onto her buttocks from where the lewdly exciting sensation racing so out of control through her body had originated. He tightened his grip on the back of her knees, expecting her to jump away... but she didn't... and even he was surprised at what happened.
Instead Ellen's legs fell limply open and her voluptuous young ass pressed backward of its own volition, without any effort or force on his part. The movement caught him by surprise as he had just decided that she must be too dazed to move at all, and disbelief buzzed through his brain when the white moon-like ovals ground wantonly and excitedly back against the eager wetness of his mouth. He recalled the wild ideas that had raced through his head last night as he had lain in bed listening to the men shamelessly abuse her body between the three of them in the next room. He had imagined trailing his tongue down her back crevice; but never in his most insane fantasies had he dreamed that she would like it... and she was enjoying it... not only "enjoying" it, but pleading for more of the same.
He started using his tongue, slowly at first, and licked down the entire length of her crevice. His intentions were to be gentle, but she ground her softly fleshed buttocks even closer against him in a desperate effort to screw back on the hotly flicking tongue that licked without mercy around her anus. He blew his warm breath softly against her behind and then, suddenly, stabbed his tongue straight into the tight fleshy ring.
"Ooooooh," she whimpered as goose bumps rippled across her upraised young buttocks and down the backs of her excitedly trembling thighs.
He lifted his head, his mind churning with amazement at her lewdly heated reactions. Then he moved carefully, still expecting her to suddenly protest and burst the dream like a delicate bubble, and placed the tip of his outstretched middle finger against the entrance of her tightly puckered rectum. She didn't flinch, and the gang leader decided that she was unaware of the penetration that was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the elastic little orifice and then pushed forward gently, sinking the finger slowly up to the first knuckle. This time she did jerk and moan softly, but it seemed to be more from surprise than pain because she relaxed again almost immediately.
He pushed the finger all the way in, then planted the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed down tight, trapping her between his hand and the mattress. Ellen groaned and made a slight cringing movement when a second finger was inserted, then relaxed again as the fingers dug firmly in the tight narrow passage, widening it and preparing it for the greater entry to come.
The convict couldn't stand it any more. As quickly as he had shoved the fingers in he pulled them back out of her. Besides, he knew he had to hurry now if he was going to get his long hard cock into her before she slipped out of this dreamy pliant condition.
"Kneel up higher." he commanded softly and then, when she did, quickly bent his head and moistened the tiny hole again with his tongue in preparation for the coming assault.
He levered himself up, his thighs pressed tightly against her hips, positioning his rock-hard maledom directly over the wet little opening of her ass, then he pushed. He groaned as he looked down and saw the unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tight restricting ring of flesh. He watched with open mouth, tongue hanging loosely from his lips, as the tiny stretched opening slipped over and clasped the lust- swollen tip of his cock like a rubber band. All his plans of gentleness were forgotten now in the driving anguish of his own desire as he grinned above her like a conquering devil and thrust his hips hard down until his thick, heatedly pulsating penis sank halfway to the hilt. The warm sponginess of the young girl's tight anal channel enveloped his wildly pulsing shaft, and the feel of her tightly clasping rectum sent a long shudder of delight throughout his body.
"Oh! Nooooooo!" he heard a sudden groan escape from her at the unexpected pain.
"Shut up," he whispered in a hoarse low voice. "It'll only hurt for a minute." Then he added, gently, "I promise it'll feel better in a minute... just relax."
She whimpered and then groaned again, but he was no longer listening to anything, and didn't hear. All his attention focused on his blunt intruding cock that pushed ever deeper into the depths of her nether being, shoving the soft rubbery flesh inside the widely-stretched passage before it in great waves. He felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her defenselessly upturned buttocks when he sank the fleshy thickness to the hilt, filling her backside. She cried out in pain now, and twisted, but the darkly handsome convict was unconscious of anything except the bucking of her nakedly voluptuous young body that only served to skewer his long hard cock inch by inch deeper, ever deeper into her.
Billy ground his teeth tightly together and began fucking into her with long smooth strokes, stretching her little anal opening with almost demonic fury. He watched his hardened white shaft pull tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping rectum on each withdrawal stroke, and the lewd sight excited him beyond measure. The young blonde hostage was hopelessly locked in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel master. Her lushly naked body jerked and quivered, and she grunted finally in a long moan of submission. Her thighs released, her resistance broken now, and then convulsed again in groaning protest as his next extra hard thrust pushed far up into her rectum. On and on the merciless sodomizing went as the gang leader skewered into her from behind like a wild man, too excited by his own delirious pleasure to think of anything but her soft rubbery flesh pulling and sucking on his throbbing cudgel.
And then the impossible happened. Through the daze of his own excitement, he slowly heard the low whining moans of pain change, almost imperceptibly at first, and then to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading. She was beginning to enjoy it! Ellen worked and ground back into him, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around her neck and back while she squirmed lewdly in front of him. Her face rolled from side to side on the mattress. He could see it flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the quest for some kind of fulfillment.
A strange kind of sadistic joy began to throb through his thighs as her warmly fleshed hips began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of his plunging cock ramming into her rectum. She wantonly bucked and churned her naked young body beneath him, encouraging and pleading with the lewdly inviting motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot sperm of his orgasm which she prayed would trigger her own release.
Perhaps it was the lewdness of her position under him or the sadistic thought of fucking her helplessly kneeling form half to death. Whatever it was, the pressure was building in his sperm-churning balls and his excitedly jerking cock seemed to lengthen and expand until it was larger than it had ever been before.
And then suddenly Billy stopped.
The convict leader fell forward and pressed the whole of his powerful body onto her back, the thick full length of his cock still wedged deep up in her rectum. Then he gritted his teeth and pulled back, sliding his hardness wetly out of the tight throbbing channel until the tip slipped out of the puckered hole with an obscene wet sucking sound. He hated to pull it out, he was so close to cumming in her rectum that he didn't want to stop, but he wanted more to wring from her the kind of orgasm that would make her his forever.
He rolled her over, the anguish of his near climax still jerking in his throbbing cock, until she lay under him on her back with all the soft hollows and indentations of her succulent young body presented up to him all his and his alone. In one painful gasp, he realized that it was worth the sacrifice when she looked up at him with smoky desire-ridden eyes. His body shook and he almost spilled his load in mid-air when she spoke.
"Fuck me, Billy," she pled in a desperate whisper of unfulfilled torment.
The surprised convict wasted no time as he lifted his body higher over the uplifted pussy between her widely spread thighs. His fully erect instrument lowered quickly and came to rest in direct contact with the tightly resisting entry to her barely used vagina. Still, there was no need for care now, her pussy lay wet and spread open in invitation, the small elastic vaginal mouth already throbbing around the blunt blood- engorged head of his cock as though she, too, were about to explode if he didn't thrust it into her immediately. And so he did, feeling her sparse wetly matted blonde pubic hair part as his mammoth cock head slowly slid into her warmth and kept sliding with one long smooth stroke all the way to her cervix. There was no resistance now, and the smooth slippery walls of her tight little cunt throbbed against his thick hardness in a wetly clasping motion that almost drove him insane with joy.
He ground his chest against hers, smashing the full ripe firmness of her fleshy melons into her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time and the soft moist hole flowered open to receive his cock to even greater depths. There was no stopping it until he sank to the hilt, and the heavy sac of his balls slapped with a loud thud against the spread crevice of her upraised buttocks.
Her whole body twitched and abandonedly writhed beneath him, and she lifted her face up against the moistness of his mouth until he viciously shoved his tongue deep into her throat. Low hums of passionate acceptance came in incoherent groans and murmurs from deep in her chest. Her innocent young face contorted with lewd passion, her neck strained and her nostrils flared, and a light sweat broke out on her forehead under the disheveled blonde hair. There was nothing that could stop them now, and the darkly handsome convict worked like a madman to end it for the both of them.
"Oh God, oh God," Ellen gasped around the slavering tongue in her mouth and groaned in lewd welcome when his hands slipped under the rounded moons of her buttocks and lifted them upwards to give his wildly thrusting hardness complete access to her pleading young cunt.
Billy lifted his face from her, raising his upper torso, and felt the smooth velvet folds of her vagina tightly hold him captive for a moment; when he drew back, they wetly clasped his rigid column until he could feel every inch of her fevered pussy vibrating on his cock. Then he rammed into her from the tips of his toes and fucked the last long hard inch of his pole of flesh into her hot little cunt, bringing an animal-like scream of passion from her lips. His hair- covered groin ground lewdly against the sensitive outer flanges of her wet spread pussy and sent shivers of obscene delight surging through her fluttering nerve-ends. He ground his loins against her pelvis, watching her glazed, heavily lidded eyes widen suddenly in rapture.
The sight of the lewd emotions playing over the innocent young girl's contorted face added to the convict's already intolerable excitement. It had been worth the agonizing torture of holding back and waiting uncertainly in the hope that he wouldn't be alone in his quest for pleasure. Now every fiber of his being quivered with the feeling of being totally alive, no matter what would happen to him tomorrow, and the assurance that his life force was bound with hers, if only for the moment. The only pain was the knowledge that she, nor anyone else, would ever be as much his as she was at this precise moment. But the anguish of that realization evaporated quickly as he watched tears of joy and frenzy stream down her cheeks in tribute to a passion she had never known existed.
Ellen sought desperately to get him as close to her as possible and once again her arms flung over his head in a neck-breaking hold. But another long hard lunge into her ecstatic wildly quivering pussy sent them fluttering out to his shoulders from where they slithered down his back, her nails digging frantically in his naked skin, until they came to rest on the rotating cheeks of his hard- driving buttocks.
She ground her fingers into the muscular warmth of his buttocks, her hands working with the convoluting sinews, and pulled him even deeper into her. The powerful tugs of encouragement from her grasping hands added to the force of his thrusts against her uplifted groin, and the room resounded with wet smacking noises that mixed lewdly with the sounds of excited barking coming from the other room where Pop was drunkenly trying to get the German Shepherd to fuck Sylvia.
The obscenely suggestive noises coming from the other room began to blend in tempo with Billy's own hard pile-driving thrusts and drove him to greater desire. Unconsciously, he began to grow even more excited as he visualized Rex ploughing his long scarlet penis into Sylvia's battered cunt. But then Ellen's eagerly milking pussy snatched him back to the present. He wrapped one hand around her breast and placed the other over a smoothly rounded cheek of her ass, feeling his fingers sink into the slightly spread sweating anal crevice. Then he slid his hand slowly down from her buttocks to where his long thick cock was sliding wetly in and out of her tight young pussy.
Her mouth opened wide in ecstasy when he fondled and played with the moistly contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of wild sensation from her throat. He could feel the ever- widening passage of her vagina opening in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his heated shaft plunging far up inside her. She jerked up toward him several times, her cuntal lips wildly working and sucking at his cock as though trying to milk him dry.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder," the blonde hostage begged, her breath coming in short frantic gasps. She was ready to cum, the convict leader could feel it as her ripe young breasts heaved up and quivered against the pressure of his chest and their hardened little nipples dug into him. Her trembling thighs parted further and opened the plane of her femaledom wide, then, with a low moan, her legs snaked out and tightly wrapped themselves around his pile-driving buttocks. Her crotch uplifted pleadingly to him, and Billy quickened his thrusts, gulping at the sight of her eager little cunt beginning to climb up his cock, then spiraling up and down crazily in an uncontrolled race for fulfillment.
"Oh God... Oh God! I'm cumming! Cumming!" she groaned in a low hoarse moan of helpless submission and suddenly her heels were dancing a wild tarantella of lust on his buttocks. Her hands raced crazily up his back until they tangled in his hair and smashed his mouth down on her wetly open whimpering mouth with such fury that her teeth cut into his lips. The cords of her neck tightened and her nakedly quivering body jerked against him in tempo with the inner rhythm of the hot convulsing walls of her vagina that clasped and unclasped wetly around his cock, milking at his jerking organ like a sucking starving mouth.
The aging floorboards thudded loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the noise of the wet viscous slither of his massively erect penis ramming in and out of her wildly erupting pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh," he cried and moaned into her mouth as her cum juice flowed heatedly around his still-driving hard shaft, flowing down the crevice of her flailing young buttocks and flooding over his balls as they ground against her tightly puckered anus.
Billy felt himself cumming and quickened his strokes until his groin smacked like a wooden paddle against her cum-drenched pelvis. He held her legs tight to him and thrust his wildly jerking cock as deep as it would go, grinding his pelvis around and around to dig the head in deeper and deeper, scraping the wetly rejoicing walls of her cunt without mercy. She gasped in renewed passion, and he clenched his eyes tightly shut, feeling his testicles begin to wildly erupt.
He was cumming now too!
A deep half-human cry erupted from his throat into the moistness of her mouth. He could feel a gush of fire race through his suddenly ballooning cock, heard her whimpering out the last of her orgasm, and then felt her jerk forward against him as sensing his climax, she began orgasming all over again.
It was then that Billy exploded inside her, his hot sperm spurting like a fire hose through the end of his long driving penis and squirting into the farthest recesses of the blonde hostage's palpitating young pussy.
He fell over her and she groaned and dropped her head against his heaving neck, her body limp like a doll, and they lay interlocked in the lewd embrace of love for a seeming eternity, she lying with her arms and legs spread wide apart and his body between them in the age old position of the conquering man. He felt her heavy breathing that lifted her quivering chest against him and her legs falling gradually to the sides until they were splayed out obscenely.
They lay silently there until his cock began deflating inside and gradually slipped from the wet flooded passageway of her still- twitching cunt. Then he pulled himself off of her and looked down at her naked young body glimmering in the candlelight. The convict was already filled with a sad regret that it was over and would never happen quite like this again. He wanted to say something nice, but he couldn't find the words. It seemed silly to talk now that it was all over. He wished he had said more before, and now it was too late to tell her about how he felt. Sorrowful tired thoughts of the girl returning back to her own world, him to his portentous fate, drifted through his weary mind as he lay next to the girl and watched her drift off to exhausted sleep.
And once, just before he, too, went to sleep, the girl sighed deeply in her slumber and snuggled in close to him... like a small helpless animal seeking shelter...
CHAPTER SIX
Ellen awoke to the cooing of pigeons on the warehouse roof the next morning. She lay still for a moment and let the soft rustling sound bring her to full consciousness. Then she opened her eyes and felt her mind give way to a series of confused thoughts.
Where was she? It didn't look like her bedroom at home with the pastel- colored wallpaper and the pink curtains and the pretty gilt-framed mirror that hung over her white-varnished dresser. No, she was somewhere else and the smells were different--almost harsh. She realized they were odors she had never smelled before, and they struck her as something raw and savage. She moved and felt a sharp pain coming from her groin. Her muscles were sore and she found it difficult to raise her legs, and she lay still for a moment until the pain went away.
Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there were gently licking flames that did not burn but still emitted a soft soothing heat.
She slid over onto her side and suddenly froze in a half-turned position. The warm touch of flesh on flesh sent a chill through her, and the bewildered young girl held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Then she closed her eyes, not wanting to look, wanting with all her life strength to blot out the image of the man lying nakedly asleep next to her.
She did not want to remember. But the recollections raced through her mind with a force and directness that was overpowering. Yes, she had willingly succumbed to him, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. Her mind went back to the beginning of last night when Vito, Pop, Cash and- -apparently the German Shepherd, Rex--raped Sylvia, and she could almost visualize the wild twisting and skewering of bodies spread out on the soiled mattress.
Then she recalled the first moments of almost tender love-making with Billy outlining themselves in her mind, then dissolve into the gauzy image of their flesh that had seemed to float through a dreamy sensual world of delicious sensation. She had succumbed to those wonderful, but forbidden, sensations; her inhibitions and prejudices had been totally destroyed by the ordeal she had been through in the last two days. And that then was the smell: the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. And she remembered, too, the exquisite explosions inside her belly, it had been an eruption that had filled her wantonly writhing abdomen with a pulsing warmth, a spurting of hot life- giving sperm she had urged on with her lips, thighs, and hips. And that was where the strange warmth had some from and seemed now to ripple outward from her pulsing vagina to tingle at each part of her lower torso like a quavering note of music half-remembered from her past lust and undeniable pleasure. The flood of hot male semen might have made her pregnant, and it frightened her for a moment, until she realized how much she had wanted it... then she relaxed, remembering her period was due in two days and she was safe.
The memories returned--stronger, more pleasurable now. She had begged and urged him on to do it, and had put all of her physical strength into pressing her trembling desire-racked young body against his powerfully thrusting loins as though she were some kind of insane nymphomaniac. Nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into that mindless uncontrollable passion that had deadened her every sense of righteousness.
A low groaning sound came from the next room and Ellen looked up towards the door. It was a deep guttural sound, as though someone were dying... or in pleasure... and it reminded her of the sounds that had come from Jennifer, her sister's, lips when she had been ravished on the beach night before last. Oh, God, she thought, was it really only two nights ago--only two nights!
Slowly, she moved to the side of the bed and looked back at Billy lying asleep beside her. She put her feet to the floor and stood up tentatively, waiting for the noise to stop. Then, picking up her ripped jeans and tee-shirt from the floor, she quickly dressed. A moment later, her heart pounding with fright, she crossed the room and leaned against the threshold to the door to peer into the other room. Her eyes had trouble adjusting to the dim light of early morning, but finally she could make out the shadowy forms of Cash, Vito, and Pop lying in naked debauched poses around the splayed-out figure of Sylvia. It appeared as though sleep had taken them almost immediately after their moment of climax, and they lay immobile, like figures frozen in mid-movement by some immediate disaster. Sylvia's cum-matted black hair lay in strands across one of Cash's outstretched thighs, and her long tapered legs were still locked across Vito's torso that lay atop her.
The gang girl's eyes were still closed, but she groaned now and then as though on the verge of coming awake. A few feet from the door lay Rex, the German Shepherd, asleep but seeming ominously watchful in a prone position.
This was Ellen's chance! It might be the last chance she ever had again.
She knew she had to go, and go now. She had found out too much for them to let her get away after all she had heard during the past few days. Yes, it was a matter of saving her own skin, even though Billy had shown such open gentleness and affection the night before. But the animal lying close to the bedroom sent a renewed sense of fear through her for a moment, and she paused anxiously at the doorway, still indecisive as to what she would finally do.
The trembling young blonde thrust one foot towards the slight opening and inched the door wider open. The rusty hinges squeaked and she immediately tensed, expecting the worst. But the low rumble of snores coming from the opposite side of the living room continued on undisturbed, and the dog seemed to sink into a deeper slumber, his back legs twitching as though he were chasing rabbits. She made a quick impulsive move into the next room and in a few swift strides was facing the stairway that led down into the lower warehouse. For some unaccountable reason she paused at the edge of the stairwell and held her breath, turning her head slightly to view the scene behind her for one last moment before she would be free.
Then she was moving almost dream-like down the long winding staircase, amazed at her own stealth as she approached the landing above the lower floor. Puffs of lint, with motes of floating dust that caught the bright morning sunlight, streamed like an invisible river in through the windows. For an instant she could not see because of the brightness and the deep shadows. But then she had made it, had achieved the second floor in one last glide and whirl, stopping to reconsider her moves before she descended the final stairway.
Indecision had been her mistake when she had been caught on the highway twenty four hours before, and now this moment of pause had been equally fateful. Suddenly a loud barking rose up from the rooms above her. She had no choice but to run, and run she did across the cardboard- scattered floor and down the next staircase in a mad pirouetting movement. There was a shouting from above, and a clatter of stumbling shoes and the scraping of paws on the stairs. The terrified girl had reached the bottom and swung open the outside door to see the skyline of the city loom up in the distance, when she felt the firm grip of canine teeth around her ankle. Rex's growl was surprisingly gentle yet commanding, and although she screamed and shoved against his massive head, he did not let go.
Then, there was the clasp of a hand on her shoulder!
She whirled around and began to scratch at Cash's face. She felt him grapple with her and thrust his powerful arms around her waist before easily lifting her as she kicked her legs high into the air. Then she was rising back up the stairway completely limp in Cash's arms... now being carried... and then half- walking, half-stumbling back into the upper rooms of the warehouse.
"Goddamn, the little bitch can really put up a fight," Cash exclaimed in near admiration as they entered the living room again.
"See, what did I tell ya," Sylvia chided in a loud shrill voice, a look of self- satisfaction on her face. "Ya can't trust the stuck-up slut two feet."
Ellen began weeping in frustration and fright, turning away from the figures that were pulling on trousers and shirts and still brushing the signs of sleep from their eyes.
Billy looked at Ellen without malice. He knew why she had tried to escape, but there was nothing he could do about having to bring her back. Now it was either he or she, and it was obvious that he could not let her live if he wanted to protect himself in the eyes of the gang.
"Lock her up in the bedroom," Billy shrugged, jerking his thumb toward the room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "Ya might just tie her up, too," he added, attempting to show his concern to the others.
"I think we oughta get rid of her now," Pop said and sneered towards the bowed head of the young girl. "It ain't safe lettin' her set here by herself. She gets loose and there'll be hell to pay."
"We still need her until after the hit is made and we're on our way. Vito and Sylvia will stay with her," Billy said, demonstrating a sense of command over the situation. "I don't want Vito in on the kill at this point."
"What ya mean I don't get to go," Vito roared at Billy. "I been in on this from the first and I intend to get my licks."
Billy sighed sardonically and looked from Sylvia to the thin-lipped little man who stood enraged in front of him. "Ya got plenty to attend to here, Vito. Don't worry, ya got your money comin' to ya, too."
"How do we get to the boat," Vito said, bringing up something that hadn't been fully explained earlier.
"We're coming back for you--for all of you," Billy said in thinly veiled warning.
Ellen bent over slightly and felt a shiver of cold deep fear run down the length of her spine at the callousness of Billy's remarks. Her life obviously meant almost nothing to the gang leader, even after the gently caressing lovemaking of last night. In a moment he would be gone, and her fate would be held in the hands of Vito and the jealous gang girl who stared at her from across the room with a cruel sadistic look. She just wouldn't be able to persuade the two envious gang- outcasts that she harbored no malice against them, and she knew they were at the point where they would torture and maim before they imposed the final humiliations upon her defenseless body.
"P--please, don't leave me alone," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face in piteous profusion now.
"There ain't nothin' I can do about it," Billy answered softly. "I gotta get goin', and I need Pop and Cash to help me."
Ellen looked up toward the gang leader, her facial expression and hands turned toward him in supplication. "I--I can't take it," she moaned. "Please... help me! Don't leave me alone!"
"There ain't gonna be no problem," Billy repeated. "If there's any trouble they'll have to answer to me about it. Besides, ya got old Rex here to take care of everything."
The gang leader knelt down and patted the German Shepherd on the head. The animal looked up at his master and let out a shrill whine, thumping his tail against the floor in response. Billy looked up and jerked his head toward the other room, "Get her out of here," he said.
Cash grasped the blonde hostage's arm and pulled her, sobbing. She went without struggle and lay limply against the wall, permitting him to tie her arms tightly beside her. A few minutes after she had been secured to some bolts in the wall, Billy peered through the door. He studied her tear-stained face for a second, then walked slowly across the room and bent down in front of her.
"Okay, he did a good job on ya," he smiled tensely. "Ya ain't gonna have no trouble with them. I told 'em to leave ya alone, and they gotta follow what I say. We got it figured so you'll see us sometime soon. Probably on the boat goin' to Mexico, as a matter of fact." He paused, looking unsure of himself and embarrassed. "I don't even know your name." When she started to reply, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. "No, I don't wanna know. It don't matter none anyway."
Then he turned and without a word left her alone. Billy's mention of Mexico sent the young girl into a new stage of uncertainty. She had expected to be killed after the assassination, and had no idea that she would be kidnapped out of the country. Was it because the tough gang leader really cared for her? Or was he simply taking no chances, and planned to use her as a hostage until their escape was made?
After awhile Ellen heard several footsteps moving down the stairs and with a slow build up of terror she realized that she was now completely alone with Vito and knife-wielding Sylvia. The sound of the truck moving out of the warehouse signaled the beginning of what she assumed would be her final struggle, and she began to tremble, trying to steel herself to what the two remaining criminals had in store for her. A tiny flicker of hope still remained that the weasel-like Vito would protect her out of fear of the gang chief, but she knew that the chances were slight that he would be able to stand up to Sylvia's jealous prodding. Ellen eased down onto the floor and felt her bonds loosen somewhat. She tried to empty her mind of all thought, knowing that thinking was useless and could only send her into deeper despair.
Surprisingly, she went to sleep.
Sometime later, Ellen awakened out of a hazy, dream-filled half-sleep and noticed the door to the bedroom slowly pushing open. Then lurching around the open door came the tall cat-like figure of Sylvia whose face reflected an arrogant self confidence that for Ellen could only mean one thing. The tall smirking brunette stood a few paces from the young girl, staring and saying nothing for a long time. It was obvious that she had been drinking.
"Well, the house whore has finally decided to wake up from her nap." Sylvia laughed evilly and swept her hand towards the door in a gesture of finality. "Ain't it funny? There's just you, me, and Vito. I think we ought to have a little party."
Ellen stiffened and tried to struggle up from the floor. She wanted to say something that would erase the hateful expression on Sylvia's face, but everything she thought of would make the situation worse. The only thing she could do now was stall for time and hope for some kind of intervention that would save her from what lay ahead.
"B--Billy, he told you not to touch me. Please don't touch me, you know what he'll do to you, if you do anything."
The gang girl laughed again, and the ugly sound of her voice seemed to echo back to Ellen the absurdity of her remarks. Even to herself the protest seemed weak and feeble as though she did not believe it, and she held her breath when the girl approached her with eyes glinting ferociously.
Sylvia took carefully small half-steps that prolonged the anguished tension of waiting, and Ellen tried to raise herself higher off the floor, feeling her bonds painfully clench around her arms and the tightness of her jeans, that had hitched up beneath the lower ropes, cutting into her waist. Suddenly, in one lightning movement, Sylvia's hand shot down and grabbed Ellen's hair, wrenching the young girl's head upward until she was staring into the other woman's hate- filled face. In this moment Ellen caught the full brunt of Sylvia's contemptuous wrath, and the pain tingling through her scalp was nothing compared to the force of sadistic glee sparkling in the gang girl's eyes.
"Ya know what I'm going to do to ya, honey," Sylvia said, not releasing her tight grip on Ellen's hair. "I'm gonna make you feel real funny, like I'm gonna cut you up tit by tit, but that'll come after we have some other entertainment."
"Oh please! God! Leave me alone!" Ellen pleaded, the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
"There ain't no reason to leave ya alone after the way ya been acting towards my man!" Sylvia screamed shrilly, then viciously back-handed the captive girl several times. The blows seemed to take the immediate pressure off her hate, and she let Ellen's head fall back against the wall.
The young blonde made another effort to communicate with the infuriated gang girl. "I--it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask to be kidnapped by those men," Ellen sobbed piteously.
"Ya know Rex is still here," Sylvia said cunningly and without preamble. "I suppose ya think he's gonna guard ya, don't ya?"
Suddenly a feeling of horror implanted itself and flooded through Ellen's entire being. Now she remembered the animal-like noises from last night and the ribald laughter of the convicts as they shouted gleefully, "Go on, Rex. Fuck her too; she's a bitch!" Oh God! Mention of the dog and the irrational of the animal that she had experienced earlier merged into one terrorized realization. No, this was too much, she couldn't even bear to think of it!
"That dog has been trained by Billy," Ellen said, her mind still grabbing for excuses to hold the tall brunette off from her. "Billy left him here to guard me."
"We'll see what kinda guarding old Rex is going to do," Sylvia chortled sadistically. "Hey, Vito, get your ass here and bring that fucking dog with you." She laughed uproariously at her own joke.
When Ellen began frantically struggling against her bounds, Sylvia grabbed her hair and rammed her head back against the wall. Low disgruntled groans could be heard from the front room, and a moment later the ferrety little convict appeared at the door accompanied by the huge German Shepherd.
"Hey, Vito, look at this," Sylvia grinned back at the greasy-haired man standing in the entrance way. "We're gonna have us some fun while Billy plays his little cops and robbers game."
The sadistically grinning gang girl leaned down and pinched and tore at the flesh on Ellen's arm until the young girl could stand the pain no longer. She jumped and screamed against her bonds, trying to escape the excruciating pain, but her struggles were useless and resulted only in the ropes cutting into her wrists and drawing blood.
"I--I don't think we oughta mess with this kinda crap," Vito said nervously, licking his lips. "Billy finds out, and it'll be all over for the both of us."
The statuesque brunette looked back at Vito contemptuously. It was obvious which one of the two had the strength to take command of this new situation, and the gang girl exercised that command now with the vicious poking and prodding of her fingers and hands.
"Hey, Vito, wouldn't you like to see what kind of cunt this sweet innocent little thing's got?" Sylvia asked, leaning forward and reaching with both hands for the front of Ellen's tee-shirt. Ellen pulled away, but there was no place she could go. "It must be something pretty special for Billy to get so hopped up." The gang girl's hands tore at the light covering material, and Ellen's large, ripely swaying breasts fell free into the air. Both women could see Vito's eyes bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white torso bound helplessly to the wall, and even as they watched, his features began to change from nervousness to a sadistic anticipation.
"Look at that, Vito," Sylvia said and leered back at the dumbfounded man behind her. "How'd you like to try some of that?"
Vito stood with his jaw agape, a thin line of spittle forming on his trembling lower lip. The dog standing by his side sounded a low whimper that redirected the terrified captive's attention to the big animal.
"What d'ya say, Vito? You get the bitch warmed up, and then we let Rex here have a go at her," Sylvia said, then turned to the struggling blonde again. "Old Rex fucks real good." Her eyes were devoid of emotion--lifeless--as she said it.
"Stop it, stop this talk, I can't stand it!" Ellen screamed in one last verbal attempt to dissuade Sylvia from her viciously lewd intent. "I'll do anything, but get that dog away from me!"
"Ya hear that, Vito?" Sylvia said in a low salacious tone. "She'll do what ya want as long as Rex boy don't mess with her."
Suddenly, the gang girl was upon Ellen again. She seized her legs and pulled them wide apart, then with surprising strength she thrust one hand against the struggling girl's crotch and unzipped the tattered jeans. Ellen tried to pull her legs tight, but the strong pressure of her assailant's grip on her thigh was too much.
"When I want you to open your legs, I mean it!" Ellen heard hissed at her through her pain-deadened mind.
Sobbing convulsively, the blonde hostage's legs went limp, and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel the sadistic gang girl reaching down and grasping her ankles, and yanking her fearfully trembling body as far out of the corner as possible with her hands still bound to the wall. Her softly fleshed young buttocks scraped agonizingly across the rough floor, and she moaned in pained protest but it was not heard.
"Now open 'em, baby, I want Vito to see how nice and tight your little pussy looks."
Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, Ellen spread her legs a few inches more.
"Open 'em wider, you slut, poor Vito can't see it... can ya, Vito?" she teased at him as his wildly gleaming eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Sylvia moved forward again. She grabbed the sides of Ellen's jeans and tugged at the tight covering denim, pulling them all the way off the struggling young girl's legs--then holding them aloft in contemptuous disdain. She laughed shrilly in sadistic glee as she saw Ellen cringing and trying to hide her nakedness.
The captive young blonde sobbed helplessly in pain and humiliation, feeling the raw pink flesh of her vagina stretched open from the outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the weasel-like little convict's gaze as his savagely burning eyes locked in lustful desire on the tiny tight opening nestling in the sparse field of soft blonde cuntal hair up between her legs.
"Now ya can do anything ya like to her, Vito. But ya gotta save the best part for Rex here. Whaddya think ya wanta do, Vito honey?"
"What... what about Billy," he asked, his voice raspy with fear and an animal- like lust.
"Who's going to tell Billy? Not me. Not you... not her! She's gonna try to escape and she's going to have an accident. Can't be helped. She likes to escape. We can't help it if she falls down three flights of stairs while being chased by Rex... and breaks her fucking neck." She grinned conspiratorially at the sweating convict.
Vito's laughter was a high-pitched cackle of enjoyment. He actually rubbed his hands in glee.
Cowering in terror in the corner, Ellen had never felt so naked and frightened in her life. Her mind whirled at the thought of being attacked by the lewdly grinning Vito, but an awesome sensation of incomprehensible fear shot through her when she thought of the dog that stood panting beside him. God, Rex was huge. She just couldn't stand the idea of touching the beast, much less passively submitting to the vile obscenity they had in mind for him to do. The hate-filled Sylvia was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of plea for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred times more if Ellen were to beg. There was no hope now for anything, and the young hostage didn't try to stop the tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming down her cheeks.
Ellen closed her eyes to blot out Sylvia's smirking face then reopened them again and jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The tall brunette gang girl had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the softly tender flesh surrounding her vagina. "No, no, stop, please stop," the captive groaned in abject fear.
Vito bent eagerly down behind Sylvia and the slightly built convict inched forward, leering toward Sylvia's hand that worked at the bound girl's wide- splayed vaginal lips. Then like some anxious animal closing in for the kill, he pushed past Sylvia, thrusting his face a few inches away from her finger working around the edges of the tortured little cunt. For a moment Ellen forgot about the slow humiliating violation of her nakedly exposed cuntal area and focused all her attention on Vito's crazed expression that contorted in obvious anticipation of what he would do to her next.
"Yeah, I'll warm her up all right," he growled, not taking his eyes from between her legs where the grinning Sylvia had expertly insinuated her fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the already wet passage.
"Let's get her on the bed," the gang girl said in a commanding voice. "You and Rex can't do nothin' to her down here on the floor... you'll both get splinters in your balls."
As though she were in a dream, Ellen felt herself pushed from the wall, and saw the ropes cut swiftly by the knife in Vito's hand, and then she was being bodily lifted, with all will to resist gone, and held in the tight clench of Vito and Sylvia's arms above the bed. She was dropped heavily and hit the soiled mattress with a hard smack. Then she sensed her arms being pulled back from in front of her and her back striking against the wall. Through a blur of scalding tears she made out the figure of Sylvia standing over her and Vito's ferret-like form crawling up on the bed next to her.
She felt the sadistic convict's thin tensed body push up against her and heard him fumbling with his clothing, not bothering to remove his pants but just unzipping his fly. He moved closer and she pulled away from him towards the wall, jerking abruptly as she felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Sylvia and she was reaching over the bed, thrusting Ellen closer to Vito's lust-incited form. The two pairs of hands that were suddenly pinching and clawing over her nakedly writhing young body were indistinguishable from one another, and it seemed as though every sensitive area of her fearfully cringing flesh was being explored and prodded to increase her pain and humiliation. Then she sensed an all-too-familiar touch, something she had learned to recognize from the several violations of her body during the past two days. The hot spongy hardness of Vito's eagerly throbbing cock sprang out from the opening of his pants and with a soft thud smacked against the narrow hair-lined opening of her cunt. The helplessly struggling girl stretched her buttocks backwards, but the evil little Vito followed her, moving his hands across her hips until they clenched the quivering cheeks of her ass.
Ellen lurched back again and wriggled her buttocks in one last vain attempt to escape the constant painful kneading of his fingers and hands. But it was useless. Vito's long hard cock began making its slow entry through the tight outer lips of the girl's moistly dilating cunt, his progress only slightly impeded by the spasmodic wrenching of her groin away from him. Suddenly, Ellen felt a new pressure coming from behind. At first there was a tingling, then a more painful sensation as Vito's hands tightened in back of her, pulling her clenched buttocks wide apart. She looked up and saw Sylvia's sadistically smiling face only inches away from her thighs. The gang girl had thrust her finger against the tight rubbery ring of Ellen's anus and, with the aid of the man in front of her, began a malicious prodding at the blonde's tender rear entrance.
"Oh, noooooo, aaaaaaargh," she moaned in pained humiliation. "Please don't. God! Don't do that to me."
But the young hostage's helpless protestations were useless. Her nakedly trembling body gave a fretful heave sideways to escape the dual prodding from in front and behind, and she felt an excruciating pain rip through her thighs as Sylvia's sharp claws dug into the soft white flesh above Ellen's buttocks. The gang girl clenched her fingers until the screeching-in-agony captive could stand it no longer. The outstretched finger that worked at her nether passage now had full access to her and Ellen felt she would do anything now to avoid the terrible searing pain that she had learned to associate with each of her struggling movements. Nothing was important anymore as long as she escaped the burning torture of Sylvia's viciously grasping hands that she could still feel digging into the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and prodding at the tightly puckered anal ring.
She could feel the hot rubbery hardness of Vito's cock thrust partially into her moist, slowly widening cuntal passage, even as Sylvia's extended finger screwed into her quivering ass.
"Deeper, do you want me to fuck you deeper?" Vito asked lewdly, removing his hands from her helplessly squirming buttocks, and moving them up to her large pink-rippled breasts that he squeezed and kneaded in growing lust.
Ellen did not answer. Her mouth opened in silent protestation, but her lips pursed tightly shut when she felt Sylvia's finger worm farther into her rear orifice. She was impaled now from both sides. The vision of the brunette gang girl bent over her and Vito cleaving into her moistly clasping vagina sent an electric shock of shame through her pulsating groin and into the rippling flesh of her abdomen. She could feel the sadistic little convict's long burrowing penis grow larger, if that were at all possible, as he began his strong ram-rod thrusts. She pulled back away from him, but this seemed to increase his excitement and he drove harder, his thick, sperm-inflated hardness pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in surging waves before its cruel searching head.
Ellen looked up again and saw Sylvia smile in triumph. Then she heard and felt the swift removal of the gang girl's finger slipping out of her ass with a moist swish of air.
"Go on, fuck it, fuck it, Vito!" Sylvia screamed, long swatches of cum- matted black hair dangling over her face and giving her a demented appearance.
The gang girl stood back away from the bed for a moment and watched the lewd scene with dazed eyes. The German Shepherd sat at the woman's side and viewed the writhing figures with a bemused animal curiosity, perking up his ears with each spasmodic lurch and groan from the bed. Low bestial growls came from the dog's panting mouth, completing the depravity of the scene and seeming to merge with the rhythmical moans and squeakings that resounded from the bed.
Ellen's naked young body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as Vito began his last pile-driving thrusts into the deepest recesses of her cunt. The day of waiting for this blonde bitch had taken its toll on Vito's ability to hold himself off from climax much longer, and the incredible warmth of the girl's lushly quivering body and the moistly contracting tightness of her hot little cunt brought him closer and closer to orgasm.
There was nothing else in the world for the girl hostage now. No Billy, no Sylvia, nothing but this deep mind-dazing screwing of animal lust and flesh, of belly smacking against belly, crotch grinding against crotch.
"That's it, Vito. Fuck 'er with all you've got," Sylvia intoned from across the room, driving him on into greater lust-incited fury.
Ellen's eyes opened and closed in a lost gaze of pain and humiliation. The convict was coming in from a new angle--one that gave him added depth. She had not been fucked this deep before, not once in the last two days, and she winced as he routed the head around deep inside, enlarging the virginal end of her channel and feeling her own involuntarily clasping muscles grip at his rigidity like warm elastic.
Suddenly Vito lurched. He poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her breasts for a moment before pushing down between her arms. He levered her unresisting legs off the bed in an arc flat back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders.
"Ram it to her, Vito," Sylvia's voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the distance. "Shoot it in her."
Spurred on by Ellen's frantically twisting body below, he dug even more deeply into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a pile- driving machine gone out of control.
He was cumming now, she could feel his waves of unbelievably warm sperm shooting deep into her dilating womb as her head whirled at the onslaught of hot powerful squirts surging wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. Then it was over, except for the hoarse panting from both of them. Ellen lay back from Vito, sobbing piteously as her head pushed against the wall and her blonde hair streamed wildly down her neck and onto her full firm breasts. She had felt the hugeness of Vito's cock shoot its enveloping wetness into her womb, and had experienced a half-second of unconsciousness which she recognized as an orgasm of sorts as his burgeoning cock had flooded her moistly clasping cuntal passage to the brim. Now he pulled away from her, his slowly deflating cock slipping loudly from her sucking vaginal lips. He lay for a moment beside her and then slid slowly from the bed, leaving her nakedly battered body face down on the mattress.
Ellen looked up for a moment through tear-flooded eyes to see the figures of Vito and Sylvia gesticulating to one another and the dog looking up questioningly at the two of them. Then to her horror, she saw the two criminals lead the huge, eagerly whining German Shepherd toward the bed. Ellen cringed away and pushed against the wall, a mind- stunning blanket of primeval terror blanketing her as she knew she could no longer escape this horrible fate.
"That's it, Vito, lift his paws onto the bed," she heard the wanton voice of Sylvia shout out. Then she was screaming as she felt the soft touch of animal fur on her ankle and a warm breath on her calf. A vicious slap across the face almost knocked her unconscious. Her screams choked off in a low moan of anguish, and she moved an inch away, but the animal warmth followed her... and the stillness of the expectant spectators filled her with a black dread that was almost paralyzing in its intensity.
Ellen looked back and saw the powerful form of Rex hunched over the bed. She tried to move forward but found the harsh grip of Sylvia's hands holding her back, and she grimaced in pain as the gang girl gripped her shoulders forcefully downward onto the mattress. She could not move. Sylvia sat with legs spread wide apart in front of her, while Vito stood to her side preventing any lateral movement. Ellen lay flat on her belly now, her face thrust into the filthy pillow, afraid to move and equally fearful that her stillness would signal a position of complete subjugation to her torturers.
Suddenly, there was the cold touch of animal nostrils against her lower thigh that sent her gaze back and froze her into a position of terrorized fear. Her mind screamed at her paralyzed muscles to move, to roll over, to lower her legs and get off the bed, but her body simply shuddered and the dog stood and growled bestially in warning.
Ellen froze, her thighs pulled close together, not daring to move now as the huge dog growled menacingly once again over her, his great panting head just above her defenselessly upturned loins. Suddenly there was the feel of hands on her knees and buttocks as Vito and Sylvia pulled her legs wide apart for the dog's entry.
Ellen felt as though the last moment of her life had come. There was nothing she could do now but submit, and submit she did as Rex's coldly wet nose began inching up her thighs and finally lodged against the opening of her fearfully cringing vagina. The horrible violations of her body during the past few days had reduced the young girl to nothing but a vessel of nakedly quivering flesh, and now with the knowledge that they were going to kill her there wasn't anything except a kind of blind willingness to be subjugated and dominated to the point of absolute self-annihilation. So far as she was concerned, she was already dead. Let them do what they willed.
The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's hair- covered crotch and sniffed it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. For a moment the blonde hostage, in spite of her resignation to her fate, tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his head and growled again and began greedily lapping at the narrow pink slit up between her thighs. He ran his tongue down the full length of it from the tightly puckered anal opening, up over the wetly fluted edges of her cunt, and to the tiny gleaming clitoris atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a hot knife through butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to sniff at her warmly perfumed cunt and wagging his tail in obvious appreciation.
Rex was pushing harder, the nose and tongue more persistent at her upturned buttocks. Ellen felt a lewd thrill, at this point only understandable to her because of the subjugation she had gone through before, and she fought with all her will against it. The dog's glistening long scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to push the tapered point and the thick shaft into her body.
Above and around her the shadowy forms of Vito and Sylvia seemed to set up a lewd chant-like motion. Gone was all sense of protest or violation--she was merely an equivalent of the animal that haunched over her, a receptacle that symbolized the junction of animal and human as in days of old when man was a mythic union of the gods and animals.
Out of control, the dog growled in frustration as Ellen, in desperation, twisted her buttocks in an attempt to push the slippery organ away. But Sylvia merely reached down and guided the point of it into the cringing girl's narrow pink pussy slit, and Rex immediately began humping forward--each of his eager thrusts spreading her cunt wider and wider apart.
Ellen did not know what she was doing, her responses were merely automatic gestures that had been trained into her over the past few days, and so she without volition raised her white young buttocks up to allow easier entry.
The animal lurched heavily on top of her, thrusting his bestial fur- covered paws around her torso as though his forelegs were human arms wrenching around her, writhing back. From deep in her consciousness Ellen could hear a low gasp come from the two figures who had stood up from the bed to give the animal complete access to her.
With a cry, she tensed as the long scarlet penis slipped out, but Rex returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. He knew where and how to go this time. The German Shepherd jerked forward and with one smooth lunge buried his huge cudgel deep up the kneeling young girl's pink, spasmodically grasping cunt.
His thinly tapered penis slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging from below her wet pubic hair. Coming to her senses momentarily, Ellen tried to wrench away again, but Sylvia's hands gripped her forearms and dug her fingernails into her flesh, forcing the girl to submit to the brutal animal impalement. It was being done to her, she thought in desperation; there was a dog fucking into her vagina. It was a fact. There was nothing-- absolutely nothing she could do to change that fact or stop it. Let it end as soon as possible, she prayed.
Her face contorted in abject surrender, and she began slow responsive movements, upturning her buttocks and tightly flexing and unflexing her vaginal muscles to bring the dog to climax. Rex emitted a low, almost human growl and thrust his hind legs more closely against the girl's wildly trembling buttocks, and began a tensed jerking, skewering his bestially huge penis farther up her moistly clasping passage.
Vito bent down a few inches from the bed, a long stream of spittle running down his chin, his idiot-like face a grotesque mask of lewd twitchings and contortion. It was even better seeing the dog get the blonde girl than it had been watching the arrogant Sylvia being sodomized by the same animal last night. The memory of the orgasm he'd had only a moment before and the thought of his hot cum merging with the lewd animal sperm in the subjected young girl's belly sent a surge of salacious delight through his groin. He began to groan in rhythmic response to the scene in front of him, grasping his long hard cock and pulling at it in response to the lewd animal fucking. Sylvia bent down her own voluptuously ripe body and thrusting up between her legs to play with the tiny hardening pleasure bud of her clitoris. She moved closer to Vito, their dual masturbation of their lust-incited genitals setting up a weird responsive slapping sound that fused and smacked in time to the buffeting coming from the bed.
Ellen's large taut breasts danced beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the glistening scarlet cock of the dog as it slid into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of animal flesh burying itself deep within her human belly. Gone from her now was all awareness of who she was or how she had come to be subjugated as she was. She lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly clenched teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive inching its way up a steep incline. Her mood seemed to slowly transform itself, and she was surprised when she found herself giving more to the animal than she had ever dreamed. There was only one way to please the rapaciously grinning criminals crouched lewdly in front of her on the floor; she had to appear to enjoy the animal fucking in order to escape what Sylvia obviously had in store for her after the animal had spent itself. Yes, she wanted to enjoy it, and strangely the tiny bit of masochism in every woman suddenly broke forth into a surge of nerve- jangling excitement. There was still the pain but it had become strangely pleasurable, and she found herself wantonly thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement each time the German Shepherd jerked forward into her.
"Ooooooh, oooooh," the kneeling young blonde groaned from beneath the panting Rex. The dog was lapping his tongue at Ellen's neck and wrenching his paws, yet strangely withholding his long canine claws from painful contact with her skin. His long dripping penis was buried to the hilt up her hotly clasping vaginal passage, and the earlier feeling of pain had gradually given way to electric shocks of salacious delight. Her eyes shot down to her shadow on the floor for a moment and the obscene shadowy movements of the dog fucking into her from behind presented a strange picture, as though out of a pornographic movie; and the pagan sight only increased her uncontrollable lust.
"Oh, yes, fuck it like that," she crooned through sensually clenched lips as the beast humped up heavily between her widespread buttock cheeks and rotated the giant blood-filled penis deep around up inside the hotly sucking tunnel of her hungry young pussy.
She had not submitted like this even to Vito, but had held off hoping that his violation would be the last. But now, with all resistance gone, she was mouthing obscenities back at an uncomprehending animal to do things to her with words like "cunt", "fuck", and "shit". The narrow dividing line between rightness and wrongness had now been crossed, and it was obvious that she was enjoying this perverted animal fucking as much, if not more, than with a human. She swept her long blonde hair from side to side, her lust-blinded eyes not even seeing the wantonly writhing figures of Sylvia finger-fucking herself or the evil little Vito maniacally stroking his blood-inflated cock.
The panting Rex burrowed and growled over the whimpering girl who muttered incoherent noises into the mattress. His long scarlet penis swelled and lurched up a final fraction of an inch, pressing its tip at the opening of her already sperm-filled womb. He yelped once and thrust his fur-covered abdomen more tightly against Ellen's wildly squirming buttocks.
Ellen cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad pummeling of the wild animal heaving on top of her, feeling his cock swell as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full awesome length where the moist rubbery walls of her vagina held it vise-like and hot.
"Oh no, God, God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt his penis begin to jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene hot cum; there was nothing in the world she could do about it but continue kneeling slavishly in front of him like another animal. And through it all, she knew that she had only hate for the dog... because he had come too soon. She had been so close!
There was a stronger yelp from in back of her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst wide open, beginning to boil his hot animal cum into her. Then, with the unexpectedness of a bolt of lightning, her own orgasm struck her and Ellen screamed in animal rapture and rammed back against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hot spurts deep in her clasping vagina.
Sylvia and Vito on the floor were both approaching orgasm now themselves as they rubbed and jerked at their own genitals; their excitement increased tenfold as they saw the thick white liquid ooze from Ellen's tight little cunt which was violently milking the penis of the dog; his trails of the sticky white liquid ran down the firm ivory columns of her thighs as the kneeling young girl continued to shriek out her orgasm. Then, her backside glistening with cum, Ellen pitched forward on her face, almost unconscious, the rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipping from her sperm-flooded vaginal passage with a lewd, wet sucking noise that echoed obscenely through the silence of the room.
The exhaustedly trembling young captive lay on her belly panting for breath as the dog heaved off the mattress and sprawled out his weary form next to the bed. Ellen's whole body ached in the aftermath of the painful attack, and she dared not move for fear that even greater pain would assault her. She waited, knowing that the final moment had not yet come, that Vito and Sylvia who had both reached writhing climax a few moments before would be on her again in a matter of moments.
The moment came only a second later.
"Now how about that," the voice of the gang girl hissed viciously from the side of the bed. Ellen looked up and saw Sylvia standing beside her, the huge blade of Vito's knife that he had used to cut her bonds in her hand.
Ellen raised her head in weak protest, but she knew that it was useless. The gang girl brandished the knife over her, slicing it through the air in a kind of hypnotic gesture that caught the gaze of the reclining Vito.
"What ya gonna do to her?" the criminal's startled voice rang out. "I thought we were gonna throw her over the railing and break her neck!"
"Whaddya think I'm gonna do with this here knife?" the gang girl spat at him. "I'm gonna start slicing tit by tit, just like I said I would," she spat down at him.
Vito looked up for an interminable moment, his dazed eyes clearing somewhat and then began rising off the floor. "Ya put that knife away, ya got no reason to use it," he shouted, raising a fist at Sylvia who was still grimacing down at him. "Billy'll kill us if he thinks we touched her."
"Fuck Billy!" Sylvia turned away from the badly frightened little convict, ignoring his shouts and continued swishing the blade through mid-air, moving it closer and closer to the screaming, cowering Ellen who pathetically cringed against the wall, looking like a bird at the approach of a cat.
Behind the woman Ellen could see Vito approach closer, his hands opening and closing in nervous protesting gesticulations. His hands clenched into tight fists and the muscles of his forearms stood out demonstrating a strength Ellen had not thought the thin man capable of. At least, she had someone on her side, even if he did want to kill her- -just as Sylvia--but wanted to make her death look like an accident.
Suddenly there was a wild movement of flailing limbs in front of her as Vito had leapt up behind Sylvia, grappling with her arms, but the lithe gang girl spun around and made a vicious slash against the criminal's chest. In the midst of the scuffle the German Shepherd rose and sank his teeth into Sylvia's ankle, instinctively attacking the suddenly insane gang girl. The pain of the dog's bite only drove her to further madness and she thrust the long switchblade knife in an upward curve from her hips. The blade made a loud "thunk" as it sank into Vito's chest.
Sylvia smiled again across the width of the bed.
"Ya thought ya almost had it made, didn't ya?" she snarled. "But now you're gonna get it, and I'm gonna be slow and easy about cuttin' ya up. I'll make it hurt... I promise ya... " The German Shepherd cowered away from the standing woman, his tail curled between his legs. He knew who was master now, the long bloody knife glinting in his master's former girlfriend's hand clearly demonstrated this.
Ellen felt her last hope dwindle away when she saw that the animal who had been her lover only moments before was incapable of acting as her protector. Now it was only a matter of waiting, since she would be unable to avoid the pendulum swing of the razor-like blade. She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the vision of the glistening blade of steel now running with blood, held in the hand of the stealthily approaching gang girl. "Let it be fast and not hurt too much," she prayed silently. "Please let it be fast." She had no hope of living.
"Now let me get that tit in my hand," Ellen heard through her fogged mind. "Just poke it out so I can start cutting."
Sylvia reached down toward Ellen's breast, and the terror-paralyzed young girl was incapable of movement. The tall brunette's hand darted out and clenched one nipple tight, squeezing the roseate tipped breast in a scissor-like grip that sent a shriek of excruciating agony screaming up from the depths of Ellen's being. The knife flashed in the air and made a downward movement...
Suddenly the entire world seemed to blow up in an ear-splitting explosion--one second the hand was there and then it wasn't.
Ellen watched the crazed sadistic look on Sylvia's face change to one of frozen horror, shock, then agony. The gang girl fell away from the bed, and Ellen saw the form of Billy standing at the door, a pistol smoking in his hand. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellen saw the dog cringe away from the scene, disappearing down the stairway away from his master. Ellen wobbled to her feet, then stood up in front of him.
"Well, well, look at what's been goin' on in here," he said with a strange sense of ease in his voice. "The killing's off." He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. "Would you believe... would you believe... " he began laughing so hard that he was forced to sit on the bed and tears streamed down his darkly handsome face, "would you believe... the Senator's plane was hijacked... to Cuba!"
Ellen turned her face away from the two outstretched bodies on the floor. She had been through too much in the past few days to be able to regain her thoughts; the room was swirling around and around. All she wanted now was to go home and sleep and sleep until the pain of the experience softened to the point where she could begin living her life again.
Cash appeared from behind Billy and shook his head on witnessing the bloody scene in front of him. "Jesus! What we gonna do about this, Billy?" Cash asked quietly, obviously concerned.
The gang leader took out his gun and dropped it on the floor beside Vito. "They killed each other," he said quietly. "Both of them were psychos--only a matter of time, anyway." He paused, "We'll torch the building."
"And the girl?" Cash jerked his head toward Ellen who stared unseeing at a blank wall.
"What do you think we should do to her?" Billy asked quietly, and Pop who had just entered the room was included in the question.
"She can pin this on you," the old man said thoughtfully. He glanced down at Vito lying lifelessly in a puddle of blood and over to Sylvia, still brandishing her knife in death. "It's up to you, Billy," he said, "It's up to you... "
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ellen sat in front of the television set on the sun porch of her mother's home a few miles outside the city. She relaxed with a glass of lemonade in her hand, letting her thoughts go back for the first time to the violent experiences that had transpired only a few days before. She recalled with a strange sense of gratefulness how Billy, Cash and Pop had driven her to the outskirts of the suburban village where she lived and remembered the last look of almost gentle affection Billy had given her before the truck had disappeared forever-- traveling the entire length of the Florida Peninsula before inevitably approaching their capture that she had read about briefly in the newspaper that morning.
She heard her older sister's voice coming from the living room behind her, and smiled as Jennifer entered the sun porch and embraced her warmly. Ellen had made up a few excuses to her family about staying with a friend in Tampa for a few days and that had satisfied her mother somewhat; and now the young girl felt she could continue her life without having to bare the sordid details of her kidnapping to anyone. It just wouldn't help things, she thought, and she felt she could be closer to her sister by not mentioning the lewd spectacle of Jennifer fucking two men at the same time that had sent her off onto the lonely road that night and resulted in her kidnap-rape.
"Well," Jennifer said, smiling and sitting down on the divan in front of Ellen. "Don't we look rested now?"
Ellen shrugged and sat down next to her sister, offering her a sip of lemonade. "I really feel fine. You know, a little vacation really does a person a world of good."
"I've got a date with Phil tonight," Jennifer said. "What do you think I should wear?"
Ellen smiled to herself, knowing that her sister had no idea what she had seen from the sand dune a few days before. She thought for a moment and then said, "Something light and comfortable. It's warm out and maybe a mini would be nice."
Jennifer nodded and trotted off the porch, leaving Ellen alone with her thoughts again. The young girl leaned forward and turned on the color television once more. The news was on and she watched film clips of an earthquake disaster flash onto the screen.
A moment later the picture of three handcuffed men being led up a stairway to a courthouse appeared before her, and Ellen felt an electric shock run down the length of her spine when she recognized the figures of Billy, Cash and Pop, although all three of them tried to cover their heads.
For a brief instant Billy turned his face toward the camera, and Ellen thought she could make out a searching look in his eyes that reminded her of the last tender glance he had given her before the pickup truck had dissolved into the semi-tropical darkness of the Florida night.
And suddenly she was weeping again--crying for him and what he might have been... and what he would mean to her through the long sunny days ahead.
