Wally looked at the naked body standing over him, a thin coat of perspiration highlighting its olive hue. God, what a set of tits, he thought! The twin hills jutted forth, crested with hard, pointed nipples, and Wally knew those breasts were as hard as rocks, the skin tight and unyielding. Many nights he had murmured to himself in fitful attempts to sleep. "Sally has the greatest tits in the world." It was like a radio commercial, and it pleased him to say it over and over. Once he had even thought of hiring a kid to paint it in the side of Sally's brokendown apartment house. He chuckled to himself as he thought about what a great herself in a kneeling position so that her thighs caressed the cheeks of his face. "Lick it and chew it, baby, it needs some real kissing." Wally looked up into the gaping cunt directly above him, glistening drops of moisture clinging to the pink lips that surrounded the deep red opening. A warm feeling came over him, the same one he experienced several times with Sally. His eyes fixed on the now pulsating flesh above his face and he had that familiar urge to grab Sally's cunt and pull it wide enough apart to allow him to crawl up inside her, feel himself covered with the warm juices of her cunt.
Sally braced her hands on the headboard of the bed and began lowering her body until she completely covered Wally's face with her soft black hair and wet lips. He watched her cunt inching toward his face and his tongue ran back and forth across his lips in lurid anticipation. Then the first soft hairs touched his nose and his tongue shot out to lick the quivering pink flesh before him. An acrid smelling, salty tasting liquid oozed into his mouth as his tongue ran along the edges of Sally's swollen lips. Her clitoris, hard and quivering, trembled against his upper lip and then fell into his mouth. He pulled it between his teeth, scraping and sucking it.
"Aaaaaaaaugggggggghhhhhh," Sally murmured. "That's good, baby, oh so good! Oooooohhhhhhh! Yes, get it up inside my pussy. Ooooohhhh, that's it! Nobody can eat a cunt like you, baby. Nobody!"
Wally liked that. She'd been fucked a million times, he'd bet, but she liked what he did to her. And he liked the way she began grinding her cunt against his face when she got hot. He reached up and grabbed her nipples in his hands, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger as his tongue raced around the edges of her cunt. He teased her, darting his tongue briefly into her gaping opening and then withdrawing it quickly.
Perspiration covered Sally's body and she mashed her pelvis against Wally's face with all her might. She moved forward, impaling his nose in her vagina and began grinding against it. Wally dropped one hand from her breast and let it slip between the smooth, firm cheeks of her buttocks. He let his fingers trail down the crevice, stopping only briefly at the small brown opening and applying gentle pressure before moving on. Her body was moving frantically now, but Wally managed to pull her back a fraction of an inch and insert his index finger between her moist vulva and his chin. He shot his finger up her vagina and then quickly pulled it out, running it back up the crevice between her buttocks and stopping at the entrance to her starfish.
Starfish! That's a funny name for an asshole, Wally laughed. He'd read that somewhere. Starfish for asshole, that's a laugh! Using only slight pressure at first, Wally let his finger, wet with Sally's passion, ease around the puckered ridges that guarded the entrance to his target. Sally squirmed, trying to dislodge his prying finger, but Wally increased his pressure.
Then he suddenly withdrew it and again ran it up her warm cunt, his tongue butter flying against her erect clitoris.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhh! " she groaned. "That's good, baby, hit me hard with it. Use two fingers!"
Wally ignored her, determined to do it his own way. He pumped his finger inside her cunt several times and then pulled it out and ran it up to the little brown target. With one, mighty thrust, he lodged it up beyond the knuckle.
"Owwwwwww!" she screamed. "That hurts. You know I don't like it up my ass, baby! Don't. Owwwwwwww! God, that hurts like hell, Wally! Please stop. Please! I'll hurt every time I take a shit for a week, if you don't stop!"
Wally smiled inwardly. She always screams when she gets it in the tail, he thought, but she loves it. She'll be bouncing up and down on that finger in a minute! He sunk his tongue deep inside her and began a counter movement between his tongue and finger, stopping only to quickly pull her clitoris in his mouth and chew it gently.
"Cheeeeeeeristtttt! That's good, baby. Don't stop! Eat it! Gobble my cunt alive, baby, gobble it!"
Sally spread her knees, trying to cover Wally's entire face with her passion. She ground her clitoris against his nose and pushed until she felt his teeth chewing her lips. She arched her back and reached with one hand behind her, her grasping fingers encircling his limp penis.
"Come on, baby," she gasped, "we've got to get this pecker hard. I want to full load of meat up me!"
Sally raised her body and turned around, again kneeling with her thighs against Wally's cheeks. She positioned herself, again lowering her body until she covered Wally's face with her moist cunt. The smell of her sex enveloped him and he darted his tongue out to renew his attack. He felt little streams of salty juice begin running down his cheeks as he jammed his tongue deep inside her hot cunt and rolled it around and around.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" she sighed. "Slow down, baby, or I'll drop my load in your mouth! Damnnnn, that's good! Let me get this pecker hard and you can throw it to me!"
Wally felt her slender fingers begin moving the flesh on his penis. She cupped his balls in one hand and held the limp rod in the other. Then she dipped down, her body arching forward and her tongue lashing out to tease the tip of his cock. Pulling the skin back from the head, Sally took the tip of his pale brown cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the ridge and then began planting small, warm, moist kisses all along the shaft. Wally felt her long black hair caress his thighs as she dipped even further and nestled his cock between her nose and upper lip. Her hand was squeezing the base, urging it to become erect and hard, while the fingers of her other hand caressed and teased his balls.
A surge of excitement ran through Wally's body as Sally nibbled with small bites along the length of his cock, then it slowly died. Shit, he thought! It's going to happen again! Why won't that sonofabitch get hard? It's going to be so like so many other times, just soft and limp as a wet dishrag. Shit!
He dug his fingers into the taut flesh of her thighs and pulled her closer, ramming his tongue deep inside her belly and licking the walls of her cunt with all his might. She squirmed and then reacted violently, pushing her wet, dripping hot lips against his face and grinding with a frenzy.
"Get hard, damn it!" she shouted. "I can't take much more of that tongue swabbing me out like that. I've got to have this piece of meat up me! Get hard!"
Her mouth renewed its attack on his rod with a frantic determination, her tongue sliding up and down his shaft and making a circle of his balls. She pulled his legs apart and dropped her head down to where she could lick the elastic entrance between his cheeks. When her tongue darted through the puckered brown orifice, Sally felt a momentary spasm in the soft instrument in her hand. It jerked for a moment, promising the delights she knew she must have, then returned to its original limp state.
"Not again, you ballless bastard, not again!" she shouted. "Don't tell me you can't get a hardon! For God's sake, Wally, I've got to have the meat poured to meand I mean now!"
"Sally, I'm...."
"You rotten bastard," she screamed back before he could finish, "don't tell me your problems! I've got problems of my own! Right now I've got a hot pussy. What are you going to do about that, you ballless wonder?" Holding his limp prick in her hand and swaying it back and forth like a deflated balloon, she let disgust flow into her voice. "You miserable bastard. You get me all hot to trot and then hand me this dead horse! Well, baby, you can just eat me off. That's the least you can do. Now get busy and eat it!"
Wally wanted Sally and couldn't understand what had done this to him. While she was screaming at him he buried his ears in the firm flesh of her thighs and wrapped his mouth around the lips of her cunt. He didn't want to hear what she was saying. He knew he'd have to beat her, and he didn't want to do that. So he closed his ears and his mind off and concentrated on the task before himsatisfying her so she would shut her vile mouth.
With dedication to a single purpose, Wally put his tongue, teeth and mouth to work. He let his tongue run the length of her slit, dipping it in the cavern each time it passed. He nibbled at her clitoris, pulling it in and out of his mouth. He sucked, drinking every ounce of her juice into his mouth. And then he imagined himself falling wildly into the deep cavern of her cunt, slowly sliding down the wet walls until he was deep inside her belly. A warm black enveloped him, a dark cloud that was soft and overpoweringly comfortable.
"Aaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!"
Wally slowly came back to the world around him as he felt himself drowning in her hot, milky juices that were flowing from the very depths of her cunt. The steaming liquid covered him, ran down his nose and across his cheeks to make a small pool beneath his ears on the bed. She was grinding her body against his face, pouring more and more of her juice into his gaping mouth. He drank, greedily swallowing every drop he could catch, and then began licking her dry.
"I needed that," she gasped. "It's been a long time, baby, a long time! God, that was good! Your pecker may be sick, but there's nothing wrong with that tongue of yours! "
Sally let her muscles relax and flopped over beside Wally on the bed. She reached down for her purse and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, offering him one and then lighting one for both of them. Wally's body began to shake violently. She put her hand on his chest and soothed him.
"Don't worry, baby," she said. "Lots of men are like that. They only get hard when they have to take a leak in the morning. I know, baby. You'll be okay. We've made it before, haven't we? Remember that weekend in Chicago? That was a real blast! You'll be okay. You're probably just upset about something, that's all."
Wally jumped up and started pulling his clothes on. All he wanted was out, away from Sally and her goddamned sympathy! He didn't trust himself to say anything. After all, Sally understood him. He knew she did, and there weren't many cunts that could understand a man like him. But right now he had to get away from her."
"You're right, baby, you better make tracks before that fat slob of mine comes back and thinks I'm knocking down on him. How about tomorrow? Where are you staying? I'll give you a call when I know what he's got set up. And don't worry, baby, I understand. I know you got troubles."
"I'll give you a ring, Sally," he muttered, heading for the door. "I don't know where I'll be sacking out tonight. I have to see a man first." He closed the door and hurried down the dark stairs of the dingy apartment house, certain he wouldn't call her again.
CHAPTER TWO
Trays clanged, trays clashed, a heavy porcelain dish chirruped falling with a loud crash to the vinyl imitation marble floor. A large, stainless steel spoon smudged and specked with the remainder of nameless meals made an effort to gleam and only ended up showing a huge thumbprint. There were three others at the long counter with its rows of salt and pepper shakers and halffilled bottles of ketchup, but Wally sat at the very end, apart from the others and alone with his thoughts.
"Spaghetti special!" shouted the ageless dumpy girl in the once white apron behind the counter. "Spaghetti special," responded a voice farther off, hidden behind the rows of cereals and canned goods stacked behind the counter. "Adam and Eve on a raft," she shouted. "Two poached," the response came from the hidden voice. The ritual of repeated orders punctuated Wally's thoughts, interrupting him and sending his mind off in a new direction with each new repeated order.
He stared at the small paper cup with fluted sides and flanged edge, heavy with its little burden of water and already beginning to be soggy and sodden like a little bladder, and wondered just what in hell he was doing in Birmingham, Alabama. He let his eyes wander over the small diner, the flyspecked walls and out of the date calendars doing little to ease his nerves. It's hell to be broke! The special would be sixty cents, and that would leave him ten dollars and forty centsnot even enough for bus fare out of this godforsaken part of the country.
"Here's your special, mister," the waitress chirped, setting the heavy plate down. Some of the thin red sauce dripped from the edge and made a small puddle beside the plate. "You want some cheese?"
Wally nodded and she brought him a round carton of shredded cheese. He looked up and saw her standing there, waiting for him to use the cheese so he wouldn't try to sneak the goddamned thing out with him! He fought down an urge to grab her greasy hair and pull her face down into the spaghetti, used the cheesetaking more than he wanted in defiance of her guardian attitudeand then pushed it back across the counter to her.
What a creepy town! And he'd been here for five days, all because some stupid bastard told him he could make ten grand with a contract here. Wait until he got his hands on that Dave! The guy he was supposed to meet hadn't showed, and here he was down to his last ten bucks! Lousy sonofabitch!
Being broke didn't bother Wally Mastin. He could always grab some guy in the park and beat his brains out for a few bucks. What bothered him was being down here in this creepy Birmingham. If he hadn't run into Sally, he wouldn't have known a soul. And shit, when you came down to it, Sally wasn't no help! Oh, he'd make it all right, but when he got his hands on the Dave in Detroit!
He reached for a napkin to try to clean the big spoon, but he couldn't get one out of the dirty chromed container in front of him. He'd love to have a contract on the guy who invented these stinking napkin holders! He'd put a bullet in the guy's brain and never charge a cent for it! It would be a pleasure to see the blood ooze out of that bastard's head! Wrestling the container to him so he could use both hands, he finally managed to get a bunch of napkins out. He chose one from the center and threw the rest across the counter. If the waitress didn't like it, fuck her!
His mother wouldn't have liked it. She always taught him to be neat and scolded him when his room wasn't tidy. A feeling of well being flooded through his mind as he thought about his mother. Small, dainty, but every inch a lady. She'd tried to take care of him, heaven knows, but being alone without a husband was tougheven on a real lady. If that chickenshit bastard of a father of his had stayed around, things might have been different. But, no, he had to marry the bottle and wash himself down the gutter! Piss on his father! He and his mother would have made it okay without him, if the fuzz hadn't started riding her back. She had no education, so how was she supposed to make enough money to keep them alive without taking on a man or two every week.
Wally shifted his weight on the stool to ease the pain of his hemorrhoids. They were really giving him hell this time, pain, lots of blood and an itch he couldn't stand. Right now, though, he couldn't waste a buckfifty on that medicine until he knew how the hell he was going to get back to Detroit. He had to get out of Birmingham, he knew that. Shit, you couldn't even get a drink unless you knew somebody! He wasn't a drinker. In his business you couldn't bethere was too much risk involved. And he didn't want to fall into the gutter like his father, that was for sure, but a drink would help ease his tension.
Why hadn't that rotten prick showed? Dave said it was a top secret contract. They wanted a man who knew his business and could do a clean job, but they wanted to be very careful.
The contact man was supposed to meet him last Friday night at the motel. Wally had been there, dressed with the blue sweater and white shirt like he was supposed to, but no one so much as noticed him sitting in the lobby. He went back every night, feeling like a fool just sitting there in the blue sweater and white shirt.
Why the run around? He'd killed four people in the past two years, all clean jobs without any slipup. Wally Mastin was building himself a good reputation with the people that counted, so why the run around here?
"Something wrong, mister?" the waitress asked.
Wally looked up and then realized he hadn't touched his plate of spaghetti. He knew it was cold and he would have liked to ask her to put the fire to it to warm it up, but one of the rules in his life was never make anybody notice you.
"No, sweetheart, just thinking," he replied, picking up the spoon and attacking the plate in front of him. Leaning forward as he spooned the cold paste into his mouth, Wally looked down the counter and caught the man at the other end watching him. Have a good look, you bastard, I know you've been following me all week. This was the first time he'd seen the man's face, but Wally was certain he'd been followed. It was just like at home, he thought, they watch you all the time. Get too close to me and I'll cut your balls off and feed them to the birds!
Two seedy looking men came into the diner and sat between Wally and the three men at the other end. "Spanish omelet," the waitress chirped. "Spanish omelet," the hidden voice responded.
Tonight would be the last. He'd give the bastard one last chance to show. If he didn't show tonight, Wally Mastin wasn't spending another day in this town! He needed loot. He could always pick up some rich bastard that wanted his old lady knocked off. They were the jittery kind, and they didn't pay too much, but Wally needed work. And that last gal he knocked off! She was in her forties and not half bad. He tied her to the bed and fucked her for all he was worth, and then shot her. Her old man got real mad about that, saying it wasn't any part of the contract, but he paid anyway. They always pay, Wally mused to himself, because they're afraid you'll hit them if they don't! "
"Ham and...." the waitress called. "Ham and ... the voice answered. Wally stood up, shifting his weight and letting the cheeks of his buttocks relax from their fight against the pain of the hard stool. He picked up the check and walked to the end of the counter. Why tip that stupid cunt, he thought, you'll never see her again.
CHAPTER THREE
Linda Holmes looked up from her sales book and saw Mr. Winters standing with three other men near the escalator. She recognized one of the men as someone she'd seen in the society columns a number of times, but she really didn't care who they Were. All she wanted was for Mr. Winters to disappear. Linda was dead tired, her feet aching and the muscles in her legs having little spasms. Those annual sales were enough to kill a girl, she thought, but these special clearance sales were even worse!
Linda had been on her feet since nine o'clock that morning, and the store had been so crowded she'd been denied the usual relief of being able to sit down and rest her feet at lunch. She looked at her watch and sighed when she saw there were only twenty minutes more before closing time. Twenty minutes before she could get some blessed relief for her feet, but not much rest because she was due to sing with the church choir at seven! The very thought of standing and singing for two hours was too much for her and Linda thought of doing something she had never done before, calling Father James and telling him she was sick and couldn't come for practice.
Linda wavered. She'd been active in the church for years, ever since she was a child in Sunday school, in fact. And she knew they counted on her. That made it difficult. The church was, after all, her family. They had raised her in the orphanage ever since that tragic day when her parents were killed in an auto accident.
She glanced back at Mr. Winters and found him still in deep conversation with his friends. If he would only go away, she thought. Then I'd be able to lean back and take some of the weight off of my feet. Mr. Winters did not approve of his sales girls leaning against the display counters, and Linda was careful never to displease her employer.. She liked her job, except on these sales days, and it provided her with the first real freedom she had ever known. With her salary and commissions, Linda was able to maintain her own apartment and do what she wanted.
"Linda, if you're not busy I'd like to see those black gloves they have on special."
A smile crossed her face as Linda looked up quickly and recognized Mrs. Johnson standing at her counter.
"Certainly, Mrs. Johnson," she replied. "I'm afraid you caught me daydreaming."
"Been a long day, has it?"
"Yes," Linda sighed, "these sales are always tough on us."
She handed Mrs. Johnson the gloves and watched her try them on. Linda was particularly fond of Mrs. Johnson since that day two years ago when she'd won the beauty contest. Oh, it hadn't been a big contest or anything like that, but the local TV station sponsored a beauty pageant and Mrs. Johnson had persuaded her to enter. Linda felt guilty, knowing that Father James would never have approved, but she entered anyway.
Linda won, but she always wondered if Mrs. Johnson's being on the judging committee didn't have something to do with that. She was embarrassed the next day when her picture in a bathing suit appeared on the front page of the local paper, the worst part being the "362335" caption under the photo. It made her feel as if she had appeared naked in front of everybody!
The TV station had offered her a job reporting the weather, but Linda was too bashful for anything like that. She'd had several other offers, and a number of men trying to date her, but Linda had made up her mind to stay with Winter's Department Store. She liked the work, and it wasn't too demanding on her.
"These are lovely, and quite a bargain at the price," said Mrs. Johnson. "I think I'll take them, but I'll pay cash so you won't have to write them up, Linda. I know it's almost closing time, and I'll bet you're tired."
Linda rang up the sale, thanked Mrs. Johnson for being so thoughtful and began putting the merchandise on her counter away for the night. Her intended deception on Father James bothered Linda, but this wasn't her first rebellion. She liked to think of it that way, as a small rebellion. Six months ago she'd taken up smoking on a limited basis, and she'd been taking an occasional drink to relax her nerves and give her that pleasant feeling for over a year now. At first she had felt naughty, like a girl caught dressing in her mother's clothes, but now she looked on these little pleasures as her right.
Every now and then Linda had to remind herself that she was twentytwo years old, an adult, free, white and over twentyone. A great deal of the time Linda felt she was playing adult in an adult world, and she still considered herself a child. It was like a game they had thrust on her, a game she delighted in playing.
Pouring out the side door with all the other employees, Linda's face fell when she saw it was raining. Raining hardly described the deluge of water that faced her. She sighed. It meant she would have to take a taxi because her bus was a six block walk, and she knew a taxi would be impossible to find on a rainy evening in Birmingham. "Nuts!" she said, and another girl chimed in, "Amen!"
Linda stood under the eave of the building watching the downpour, water cascading off the buildings to join the streams along the sidewalk to form rivers rushing down the sides of the street. People at the end of the block stood huddled against the building for what protection from the deluge they could find. A crumpled pack of cigarettes rushed by at the curb like a small boat on a desperate mission. That's what I need, Linda thought as she watched the red and white package rush down the block, a boat! "What I really need," she said to nobody in particular, "is a place to sit this rain out." Then, she remembered the Rebel Club, a small, private club where members could buy a drink. The club had sent out membership cards to all the Winter's employees and Linda had kept hers, hoping some day she would have the nerve to go there. Everyone said it was lovely and lots of fun, and they had a marvelous pianist who played all the old favorites. The best part of it was that she could get there almost without getting wet.
Linda had the guard let her back into the store and she threaded her way through the counters to the stairs to the basement. She crossed to the garage and made her way up the two ramps to the street level on the next block. Using the storeroom door, she made her way across to the door on the opposite block and then ran the fifty feet to the entrance of the Rebel Club. After fumbling through her purse and showing her card to the man at the door, Linda was escorted to the only empty booth. She perked up, feeling terribly sophisticated, and ordered a manhattan.
From where her booth was situated in the corner, Linda could see and hear everything going on about her, but she could only be seen by those on one side of the bar. It was like being in a secret cave where you could see everyone and no one could see you.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Why'd you make me wait five days?" Wally said, his voice plainly agitated as he sat across from the small Italian in a booth at the Rebel Club. He didn't like the entire setup, the way the Italian left the message in his room to have him come to the parking lot, the ride downtown in total silence, and most of all the waiting around all this time.
"The guy I work for is very cautious. He didn't give me no green light until today," answered the man who had introduced himself simply as Al. Anyhow, what's your gripe? You're getting paid good for this hit. Sit back and cool it, man."
"I don't like nothing about this fucking setup, and I don't mind telling you that." Wally responded, picking up his glass of beer and downing it in one gulp.
"You don't like it, you haul ass and we get us another boy," Al said. "We ain't paying you to like it. We're paying you to make a hit, and we're paying you twenty grand, so you do what we tell you!"
The sound of money, especially twenty thousand dollars, calmed Wally's nerves. He shifted in his seat to ease the pain a bit and looked at the man across from him. Al was one of those Italians whose age you couldn't guess. Wally pegged him at forty, give or take five years. His accent was strong, the same accent Wally had heard so often from tough Italians in Detroit and Chicago.
"Okay, okay, you call the shots. Give me the pitch and I'll tell you if I'm in or not. You're no cottonpicker, what are you doing down here? You from Detroit?"
"Since when does a guy in your business ask questions?" Al replied.
"I just want to know who I'm dealing with, that's all."
"That's none of your business, man, but you're dealing with me. I'm representing a man down here who is kind of shy and don't want to be known, got it? I'm from Cleveland, if that makes any difference. And if it makes it any better for you, I don't know the whole pitch myself. I just do what my man tells me, and I don't ask no questions."
Al signaled the waitress and ordered another round of beers. He waited until she brought the beer and left before he continued.
"From now on you're Harold Edward Gardner, got it?" Al said. "That Chevy we drove down here is yours, registered in your name as Gardner. After the hit, you ditch it in Miami, but I'll get to all that later."
Al reached into his breast pocket and brought out a sheaf of papers, a sealed envelope and some keys. Wally sat back in the booth and watched the Italian as he sorted the papers before him.
"Here's a driver's license in your name, Gardner, and it has a photo that looks like you on it." He shoved the card across the table and Wally picked it up. "And here's some other I.D., a union card and some credit cards. Don't try to use them, the numbers are hot. These here are the keys to a house on Chestnut Street. A guy who looks like you rented it in the Gardner name a couple of months ago. Don't go in or out during the daylight, we don't want to take no chances on a nosey bitch seeing you ain't the same Gardner who was there, get it?"
Wally felt a little thrill shoot through him. These boys were big time, organized. He'd finally made the big time! Wally nodded his head, waiting for Al to continue.
"And in here is five grand. You'll get another five before, and ten after the hit is made. Any questions?"
"Yeah, when and who?"
"My man hasn't told me that yet. It'll be soon, and it'll be somebody big, you can bet on that! This man ain't paying no twenty grand to knock off no peanuts guy. Just between you and me, he's been working on it for months. I think there's some big shots involved, and they won't buy no excuses when the time comes."
Wally caught the tone of the remark and went on the immediate defensive.
"Listen, you don't have to tell me my business. You know I always make a clean hit, or you wouldn't have hired me, right? I don't care who the sonofabitch is! Once they give me the go-ahead, he's dead-real dead, you can believe that! Can you tell me anything else?"
"Not much, man. They want you should case the neighborhood real good. Do it at night, but know everything there is to know about it."
"What neighborhood?" Wally asked.
"The Chestnut Street area, baby. That's what you've got the house for. You make the hit from the roof, get it? I can tell you know you vanish. That's all planned. Once you've killed him, you blast off for Miami in the Chevy...."
Linda had asked the waitress to let her know when it stopped raining. She was on her third manhattan and feeling pleasantly giddy. The pianist had played a medley of old favorites, and Linda thought he was quite good. She even caught herself singing along in a soft voice.
Embarrassed, she contented herself with tapping her fingers in tune with the piano.
When he quit for his break, Linda listened to the happy conversations surrounding her. Everyone seemed to be having so much fun, telling stories and laughing as they sipped their cocktails. Linda cursed her own inhibited personality. She was like the rest of the people in the Rebel Club, she wanted to laugh, exchange silly conversation and be happy, but she was too shy, too reserved to let herself go. She almost giggled when the thought crossed her mind that she should stand up and announce, "Look, everybody, I'm Linda Holmes and we should all have fun together!"
Linda's mind was swirling with the drinks. She caught bits and pieces of conversations around her, until suddenly she heard the two men in the next booth talking about killing someone! Maybe it was just her imagination, something to do with the drinks she had consumed. She scooted to the edge of the booth and leaned back so she could hear them more distinctly.
"...Then you cool it in Rio until we give you the word to come back. A week, maybe two, but until we know the trail's cold."
Al caught Wally's signal and stopped. Wally was pointing over his shoulder and Al slowly turned to look. All he could see was one blonde curl near the edge of the booth.
"A mouse has been listening to us," Wally whispered. "I'll head for the crapper and case her."
Wally stood up and made his way down the bar, glancing back to see Linda sitting in the booth alone. He smiled and stopped to light a cigarette. Al immediately stood up and followed him.
"I'll take care of it," Wally said as they passed through the door to the rest room.
"Don't put the hit on her, man," Al responded, "it'll make waves when we don't need none."
"I said I'd take care of her. She'll just disappear, don't worry. No body, no fuzz."
CHAPTER FIVE
"It's stopped raining now, miss," the waitress said.
Linda thanked her, paid the bill, a little surprised at how expensive drinking was at the Rebel Club, and stood up to leave. Her head was swimming and she wasn't sure her legs were firmly planted on the floor. The entire room seemed to sway, and Linda realized that she was a little tight. Good heavens, she thought, that's the first time I've ever been like this! Her first step was wobbly and she grabbed the edge of the booth to get her balance.
"Are you all right, miss?" the waitress asked.
"I think so. One manhattan too many, I think, but I'll make it. There's a taxi stand on the next block, isn't there?"
"Yes, but I can have Eddie call you one, if you like."
"No, I'll be fine. The fresh air will do wonders for me."
Linda braced her shoulders and made a straight line for the door to the street. This is ridiculous, she thought. I've never been like this before! She felt sober, but her body wouldn't obey the commands from her brain.
Water rushed along the gutter, cascading with a roar down the drain at the corner, but the rain had stopped. Linda, with an effort to walk straight, stayed close to the building, heading for the taxi stand on the next block. When she came to the comer, she leaned against the building for a moment to clear her mind. Her first step toward the curb was the last under her own power. She felt a rough hand clamped across her mouth. When she started to struggle, Linda saw an arm raise. It came down swiftly behind her and everything went black.
It happened again. Linda fought her way out of the deep gray cloud .that surrounded her. She felt a swaying motion and opened her eyes, only to feel a terrible pain in the back of her head. All she could see was a cheap, green plastic material, and then she realized that she was on the floor of a car and it was moving. She opened her mouth and managed to squeeze out, "Where am I?"
The car pulled over to the curb almost immediately and Linda saw a man lean back over the seat. His hand went to her hair and pulled her to a halfsitting position. Then his other arm went into the air and came crashing down across the back of her neck. Everything went black again.
Linda regained consciousness slowly. It was as if she was swimming through deep black water, pulling herself toward a dim light above her. Pain coursed through her body. Her neck was sore and her head ached. Oh, how her head ached! It throbbed with a pounding sensation she had never experienced before. And her shoulders! Her shoulders felt a tremendous strain, as if her whole body was pulling against her arm pits. Linda, was only vaguely aware of the queasy feeling in her stomach, her body was in too much pain for that slight discomfort to matter.
She opened her eyes slowly, the light penetrating her brain with an added pain. At first it was too much for her, but then she managed to keep them open and survey the room. Linda had no idea of where she was. It was a cheap room, wall paper peeling and hanging in ugly patches, dusty furniture of the cheapest grade, and single light bulb hanging unadorned from the ceiling, and dirt-streaked Venetian blinds shut tight against a small window in the far wall. The inexpensive furniture was sparse, a broken down chest of drawers with an old wooden chair against one wall and a small stool that served as a nightstand next to the bed.
Linda tentatively tried moving her arm, wishing to push the hair out of her eyes and rub the back of her neck, but she found she could not. With both surprise and a little panic, Linda realized that she was tied to the bed, her arms outstretched and bound at the wrists to the corners of the brass headboard. Her back was propped against the headboard and all her weight was suspended from her arms.
There was no pillow no covering of any kind on the bed. Her body was doubled up, her knees under her, on top of a dirty, old mattress. At least her legs weren't tied! She lifted her body, bringing increased pain to her arms, and managed to kick her leg out from under her, pain shooting from the protesting muscles in her thigh as it stretched forward.
For the first time Linda was conscious of sound. Someone was walking on the roof above her. She knew it must be the roof because the sound was of heavy feet crunching gravel. The footsteps moved back and forth, going from one side of the room to the other. They would stop for a moment and then continue on, as if someone was searching for something.
Where am I, Linda thought? What am I doing here? Why am I tied up like this? Her mind raced over the events of the past few hours, or was it days? She sought the answer to a riddle she couldn't understand, and exhaustion quickly swept through her. Linda closed her eyes for a moment to relax her aching head, and she fell into a deep sleep surrounded by an anxiety she couldn't calm.
Wally Mastin stood in the doorway to the back bedroom, flipping the switch so that the bare bulb cast the room into stark white light. He looked at the luscious blonde tied to the bed before him, small beads of perspiration breaking out on his forehead as his bulging eyes took in the contours of her well-formed body. The skirt of her smart gray suit had snaked its way up over the soft white cream of her thighs so that her crotch, encased in sheer white panties, was plainly visible. Soft blonde curls escaped from the edges of the tight panties, and Wally's breath sucked through his lips as he saw the thin red, hair-lined slit of her cunt temptingly outlined through the sheer panties.
His breath quickened as he followed the rounded hips with his eyes and let his gaze wander up over the rising and falling ribcage to the large white rounded spheres of her breasts. Even under the gray suit jacket he could see the firm, pear-shaped breasts pushing against the nylon blouse she wore. As she breathed deeply in her sleep, Linda's breasts rose and fell tantalizingly before Wally's hungry eyes.
Her legs, encased in sheer stockings held up by white garters, excited him. Wally knew he would have to kill her, but he would have some real fun with her before he did! Wally smiled as he thought of what Sally would say if she could see his cock now. It was as hard as a rock and pulsing between his thighs. He knew it was strange, but he hadn't been this excited over a piece of ass in a long time. The blonde on the bed had him on fire, and he'd make her do whatever he wanted. She was completely in his power, and that had happened only once before!
Linda came awake abruptly. The light was on and there was a man standing near the bed watching her. The look in his eyes scared her. Linda was a virgin, but she knew that look. It was lust, and it oozed from his face in an ugly, almost distorted fashion. She started to speak, to ask him where she was and what she was doing here, but she thought better of it. He looked dangerous and he frightened her.
Pulling in her breath, Linda appraised the man before her, trying desperately to see something in him she could appeal to, some chink in his armor. He wasn't ugly, but he certainly wasn't handsome, Linda thought. He reminded her of the thousands of nondescript men who came into the store. He looked dirty, or maybe seedy was a better word. His slacks were wrinkled and the blue sweater he wore seemed to clash with them. His shirt was white, smudged with streaks of dirt. There was nothing unusual about his face, except his eyes. Those eyes seemed to bore right through her, but they were cold, calculatingly cold. It was his eyes that frightened her the most. She saw no pity, no sympathy, no human warmth in those eyes. They were black, hard and ice-cold.
Two scars ran along his cheeks, both almost covered by the shadow of a beard. His nose was blunt, and his nostrils seemed to be flared. No, he wasn't exactly ugly, Linda thought, but he's certainly now what you'd call good looking.
She saw his hand drop down to his crotch and she followed it with her eyes. His fingers massaged a huge bulge there. For the first time Linda realized what was about to happen to her. He was going to ravage her, run his foul hands over her body and rape her! She felt her stomach heave at the thought, and she had to swallow twice to keep from vomiting.
He moved to the edge of the bed and stood staring down at her for a moment. Then he reached out and grabbed her breast to squeeze it in his hand.
"Please!" she half-screamed. "Don't touch me!"
"Shut up!" he commanded, his voice harsh and as cold as steel. "I'm gonna do what I want with you, and if you want to stay alive, you'll relax and enjoy it. Give me any trouble, baby, and I'll cut your tit off, shove it in your mouth and then slit your damned throat. And I don't want to hear no sound out of you, baby, or so help me I'll kill you! Now let's see how nice that body of yours really is."
An involuntary shiver swept through her body as she saw his hand swoop down and grab her blouse at the "V" above her breasts. He gripped the material and ripped it down the front with one strong pull. The sound of the material ripping apart under his strong hand sent panic through Linda.
Her eyes stared in horror as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a long knife. A flick of the button and a long blade jumped into view, the light reflecting against the polished steel blade. He leaned forward and Linda watched the blade come to her neck. Then she felt the point pushing against her flesh, and she knew that with one flick of his wrist she would be dead.
"I ain't kidding, baby," he snarled. "I wouldn't hesitate a minute to slit your throat, and you wouldn't be the first one I've killed! Even if I don't kill you, I might just carve you up a bit, put my initials on those tits of yours and open your asshole up wide enough for a taxi to drive-in, you know what I mean? If you're real good, do everything I tell you and keep your yap shut, I won't need this knife and you'll go home all nice and pretty, got it?"
Linda watched his hand move and the knife went to the arm hole of her jacket. With one flick, he slit the arm and sleeve of her jacket, then moved to the other side and did the same with the other arm. Laughing, he pulled the shredded garment from her and threw it on the floor. He repeated this on her blouse, then slipped the knife under the straps on her bra and flicked them open. Licking his lips, he put the knife down in the soft valley between her breasts and cut it quickly.
Linda wanted to scream, to kick out, to do anything to stop this horrible exposure of her body, but she was certain in her mind that he meant every word he said. One sound, one protest from her and she would be dead, her body dumped in some dark alley.
"Jesus Christ, baby, that's one hell of a set of tits you've got there!" he murmured.
He lifted her body and slipped the remains of her bra from behind her, tossing it to the floor with what was left of her blouse and jacket. Nausea coursed through her again as she watched him stare at her bare, defenseless breasts. When he leaned forward and cupped one in his hand, Linda had to fight down the urge to kick and scream. And when his other hand bearing the knife came up to her other breast, Linda closed her eyes. She felt the cold metal against her nipple as he ran the flat edge of the knife back and forth, and Linda almost fainted.
Wally drew in his breath at the almost unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked his share of girls in his life, but never anything as lush as this. Bare to the waist, the blonde's body was like a Greek statue. Her creamy white skin shone with a luster. Wally had never seen before, and she had a fresh, clean smell Not perfume like cheap whores used, but like a fragrant soap. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned, swelling to a peak and crested with small pink nipples. There was no hair around the nipples, like Sally had, and they moved like soft putty in his hand. No blemish touched her creamy skin, no scars, no ugly pimples. This was what he called "Grade A" meat!
He dropped the knife to her waist and slipped the blade under the edge of her skirt. Her belly was flat, not bloated from too much beer, and he liked that. He cut her skirt and pants and ripped the material from her body, baring the gentle rise of her abdomen. Grabbing her soft buttocks in his hands, he raised her and slipped her panties, garters and stockings down. He slipped these over her thighs and down to her ankles, then ripped them off and tossed them to the floor.
Now she was naked. He stood back and looked approvingly at the nude body before him. His eyes fixed on her crotch. It was covered with a matt of soft blonde hair that failed to hide the luscious red slit that guarded the opening of her cunt. She tried to close her legs, to cross her knees and tuck her legs up, but he grabbed her thighs and roughly spread them open.
"You keep that cunt open wide, baby, or I'll slit your goddamn throat!"
Wally felt an ache in his groin like he had never known before. His swollen cock was pressing against his pants, hurting the tip as it tried to get free. With one quick gesture, he flipped his belt open and slipped his pants down. Kicking them to the comer of the room, he pulled off his sweater, shirt and shorts. Then he took his swollen cock in his hand and began moving catlike around the bed, never taking his eyes from the tantalizing body before him.
"You filthy man!" screamed Linda, unable to control herself when she saw the naked man before her, his cock in his hand.
"Shut up, you proud little cunt! I'm gonna fuck you till you get down on your knees and beg for more. You'll want all this filthy man you can get before I'm through with you!"
The thought of making this proud little bitch beg for cock thrilled Wally. He slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head of his aching cock as he slowly moved around the bed where the blonde lay totally at his mercy. She was the type bitch who wouldn't give him a second look, who'd shudder if he touched her, and now this rod he held in his hands would be the means of bringing her down to his level.
Wally advanced to the head of the bed and stood over her for a moment. He stroked his turgid penis as he gazed down her body and back to her ruby red lips. Two drops of milky white liquid oozed from the head of his cock and made the purple tinted skin glisten. His balls arched to release their load, but Wally wanted to hold that, to save it for other, more interesting things. One thing he couldn't resist, though. He kneeled on the bed beside her and grabbed her hair, turning her head toward his swollen penis. With his other hand he guided his cock to her face and touched her eyelids, then ran it down her nose and across her soft red lips, leaving a trail of glistening, sticky cream where it touched her soft skin.
Seeing her body shudder, he laughed. He placed one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, slowly forcing her lips apart. Her teeth were clenched, but he shoved his cock between her lips and ran in back and forth.
"Don't worry, baby, you eat this cock, and plenty!"
Leaving a glistening trail across her lips, he pulled back and moved down on the bed.
"First, let's see what that cunt is like," he said.
Linda wanted to faint, and for a moment she thought it would be better to let him kill her. The acrid smell of his juice on her face, on her eyes and down her nose, was overpowering. And the salty liquid on her lips made them stick together. She knew if she screamed he would kill her, and maybe that was the best way out. But the will to survive beat strong in her breast, and Linda knew she would somehow endure this. She would somehow force herself to let him do what he wanted so that he would set her free.
She told herself to relax, but her legs disobeyed and tried to close when he climbed between them on his knees facing her. She jerked forward slightly when his middle finger thrust between her thighs into the soft protective folds of the young flesh surrounding her vagina. The flesh on his finger was hard, but soft to the touch. He searched patiently for a moment and then found his soft target. Linda cringed before his initial touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks hardened and clenched tight together.
Wally gave one hard push with his hand and Linda felt the desperate strength she had mustered in her terror give way.
CHAPTER SIX
Her body shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its way into the now wet and open passageway. She gritted her teeth and squirmed in a final attempt to save her virginity, but Wally's probing finger went deeper and deeper into her belly.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Please!"
"You want more, baby? Okay," Wally said as he rammed his finger up past the knuckle and sunk it deep inside her tight cunt.
Linda knew she was now beyond help and she lost all strength to resist the vile, monstrous fondling of her secret parts. She knew that in a moment what she had been saving for her future husband, on their wedding night would be gone.
She felt him insert a second finger in her throbbing cunt, stretching it painfully apart. Then, with one vicious thrust, this unknown, seedy man pushed his two fingers up inside her without mercy. She felt the precious skin on her hymen break as pain racked her belly.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhh! " she moaned.
Linda felt him insert a third finger in her gaping hole and the walls of her vagina protested as they stretched all out of shape.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh! Please don't!" she muttered.
Her plea went unheeded and he began plunging his three fingers in and out rapidly. The pain was almost more than she could bear, and Linda felt herself slipping off into a faint several times, only pulling back at the brink with her will to survive. She looked up and found him staring into her eyes with a lewd look as he rammed his fingers roughly into her. Then she saw him take his other hand and begin massaging the huge rod that stuck out in front of him. He moved the skin back and forth until a white froth formed at the tip, his balls hanging heavy and swinging slightly as he massaged the swollen penis above them.
He means to put that awful thing in me, she thought, as she saw him begin inching his knees up to where he was positioned with his heavy dick right above her widespread legs. She tried to close her legs but found his thighs had wedged between them, holding her helplessly spreadeagled.
"God, what a tight cunt!" he muttered as he pulled his fingers out with a squishing noise. "That pussy needs a good feeding!"
Linda's muffled moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded as Wally reached forward and roughly pulled the tender lips of her cunt apart and held them open while he pushed forward and wedged the swollen head of his cock between them. A tickling, pleasant, exciting feeling rushed through her as he held his cock in his hand and rubbed it back and forth between the lips of her vagina. Used to the pain he had inflicted on her virginal parts, this was a new sensation to Linda. Oh, no, she thought, I can't enjoy this awful thing this horrible beast is doing to me!
Suddenly, with one swift thrust, his cock was sunk clear to the hair surrounding its base into her sore vagina. It felt like he was all the way into her belly, working toward her throat with his mighty weapon.
"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh!" she moaned, the pain of his swollen cock inside her more than anything his fingers had done to her. She felt a sharp pain as the hardness of the head of his cock pressed against her cervix. She screamed, and his hand whipped across her face with a vicious slap that shook her teeth in her mouth. It was useless to fight, useless to resist. He had her in his power, and he would certainly kill her if she didn't do as he wanted. Linda let her body go limp the servant of its new master.
She bit her lip as he reached forward and grabbed her breasts to use them like handles as he pumped his mighty cock into her belly. He pinched her nipples and pushed hard inside her, his cock touching every inch inside her vagina. She felt his hairy balls begin to loosely flap against her creamy white buttocks as he arched his hips and plunged into her.
The slapping of his hairy balls against her buttocks set a motion, like the tick, tick, tick of a clock. Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his gasps of passion. Linda heard his breath quicken and she could feel his cock swell up within the fleshy folds of her vagina. His cruel hands squeezed her helpless breasts with each hard thrust he threw into her.
Then she saw his body arch, stiffening in every joint as it curved upward.
"Ahhhhhh!" he moaned as release gripped him and his hot juice began spurting into Linda. She felt the jets of hot liquid rush up her, bouncing off the walls of her vagina and creaming against her cervix. She could feel his balls pumping endlessly between her thighs and the juice kept coming and coming. It filled her and began running down her thighs and formed small rivers on the cheeks of her buttocks as it flowed to tiny puddles on the mattress under her.
His hands gripped her breasts tightly as he squeezed every last drop from his balls, then he pulled his cock out of her. Kneeling, he crawled up to her face and jabbed his partially limp prick at her face.
"Now lick it clean, baby!" he commanded.
Linda looked at the blue-veined instrument in front of her with horror. He actually wanted her to touch that with her mouth!
"Lick it clean, or I'll start carving up those lovely little tits of yours! "
With horror she watched him reach for the knife he had placed on the stool beside the bed. He's going to cut me up, maybe kill, me, if I don't lick that nasty penis of his, she thought in panic. Tentatively, Linda let her tongue penetrate between her lips and reach out. With a lewd thrust of his hips, Wally put his cock against her lips and outstretched tongue.
"Lick it, you proud bitch, and you'd better get it clean!"
She saw with a mixture of disgust and horror that it was streaked with pale pink blood, the blood from her torn and ravaged vagina! There was a creamy, gray and white sticky coating all over his penis, and its smell was penetrating Linda's nose. She let her tongue touch it, then withdrew it. When he reached again for the knife, Linda hid her disgust and let her tongue run down the half-swollen shaft. She began licking it, running her tongue into her mouth every few strokes and wetting it. The partially erect penis before her began to clean, and she forced herself to swallow what she had managed to take off with her now almost completely dry tongue.
"Now lick those balls, they're dirty!" he said as he moved forward and bounced his balls against her lips. Her tongue automatically began running over the hairy surface, its rough contour alien to every facet of her being. She thought of moving forward quickly and biting his balls, but she knew it would be useless. He would double up in pain, but she was tied and unable to move. He'd then grab the knife and torture her before he killed her. Linda gave up, licking his balls as he commanded.
"That wasn't bad for openers, baby," Wally said, pulling away and resting on the side of the bed. "I should have you suck this cock right now, but I have a better idea for that later on."
He reached down and picked up a cigarette, lighted it and offered her a puff. She shook her head, letting him know she wouldn't touch it.
"You want to piss?" he asked.
Linda nodded her head affirmatively, unable to talk to the monster who held her his captive. He untied her wrists, holding her arms behind her back in a steel grip and roughly shoved her off of the bed. Stumbling before him, Linda was propelled through the door into the hall and then down to a door at the end of the dark corridor. She thought he would push her through the door, but he followed her into the small, filthy bathroom. He released one arm but held the other.
"Squat!" he commanded, indicating the filthy toilet seat.
Would she be denied all privacy, she thought with horror? Would he humiliate her in this way, make her do her private business before his eyes?
"Can't I be alone?" she moaned pitifully.
"Squat, you proud bitch. Squat and piss! I want to see how proud you are pissing right in front of a man!"
He twisted her arm until he had her almost down on the toilet seat. The combination of too many manhattans, sexual torture and the pain of her twisted arm were too much for Linda. She suddenly felt relief rushing through her body as steaming hot yellow urine flowed from between her legs. It hurt, but the relief inside made her relax.
She was staring directly at Wally's cock from where she squatted, and she was incredulous as she watched it quiver and begin to swell as he saw her urinating. With a vile man, she thought! Linda was totally unprepared for what happened next.
"You piss good, baby," Wally said. "Now, it's your turn to watch me."
He took his partially erect penis in his other hand and aimed it at her face below him. She gasped as a gush of hot liquid hit her in the eyes and ran down her face. She saw him move his hand and then the stream was pouring at her mouth, running down her body, over her breasts and covering her with a rancid, sticky, foul-smelling liquid.
When it finally came to an end and he shook the remaining drops in her face, Wally laughed long and hard.
"That's what Sally called a 'Golden Bath,' baby. Come on!"
He pulled her to her feet and shoved her into the stall shower in the corner, turning the cold water on her full blast and raising goose bumps all over her body.
When she was clean, he let her run a towel quickly over her freezing body and then marched her back to the bedroom, trying her to the bed posts again, but in a position where she could let her exhausted body rest.
"Once I know I can trust you, baby, maybe we can let you lose. We're going to be good friends for a while, and if you're real good maybe I'll let you go home like I said."
She watched him dress and pick up her clothes he had thrown on the floor.
"Get some rest, baby, I've got some interesting plans for you and you'll need your strength. You won't need these duds for a few days, so I'll take care of them for you. I've got some things to do, then maybe I'll rustle us up a meal of some sort."
Linda watched him close the door and then fell into a terrified sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Relax, Henry, relax. Your as nervous as a young buck on his first date!" said the man with the round face and tiny eyes.
"Yassuh, Henry, youse powerful nervous all right," chimed in the tall, distinguished looking man as he stood up to mix another drink.
"Cut that nigger talk, Ed. You're damned right I'm nervous," Henry responded. "You crazy bastards are about to get us all into the biggest mess in history, and you tell me to relax!"
The small, chubby man took his drink from Ed, darting his eyes around the elegant room. He'd always admired Ed. It was inherited money, he knew, but somehow Ed had managed to turn it into an even greater fortune. He'd married the prettiest girl in Birmingham, even if her family were poor. Ed could buy and sell all of the five men in that room, but he never let you know it. Not that any of them were really poor, Chris thought. Lord no! With the exception of a few of the biggest men in the state, these five men controlled much of the wealth in Northern Alabama.
"Henry, we've been over this a hundred times!" said Ed, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice.
"I know it Ed, but Lord!" Henry replied, standing and walking across the room to stare at the almost dark garden catching the last rays of sun. "You know what a stink they made when Dr. King bought it. Well, this will be ten times worse! Those bleeding liberals up north won't stand still for this at all! They weren't fooled on the King job, and they won't be fooled on this!"
Chris waddled over to stand by Henry.
"They got their goat boy on the King job, and that satisfied them, didn't it?" he said.
"You know better than that, Chris," Henry replied. "The F.B.I. never bought that lone man story. They're still working on it, and that's my point. Somewhere, someone's going to crack, and then some heads will really fly!"
Henry moved away from Chris, a man he had never particularly liked. He tolerated Chris out of respect to the old family ties. Moving to the deep red sofa, he sat down beside Malcomb, one of his closest friends.
"Look, Henry," Malcomb said, his hand on his friend's shoulder, "you admit this nigger's got to die, don't you? If we don't kill him, he'll upset the entire labor market in the state! "
"And you'll be calling him, 'Mr. Mayor' come November," said Chris, his voice wheezing with the effort of waddling quickly across the room.
"I know all that!" Henry responded testily. "The upstart should be castrated in a public square. But maybe, fellows, we're not keeping up with the times. The niggers are on the move. They have a couple of mayors now, and soon there'll be a governor that's black ass."
"Not in Alabama," said Malcomb and Chris together.
Ed pulled a Chippendale chair from the dining set and sat facing Henry.
"Look, Henry, this thing is set up perfectly!" he said. "It'll be a real lesson to the niggers when they lose this one right after King. It'll set them back and make them realize we won't tolerate any of this tomfoolery. And it's a perfect killing. We hired the little Italian from Cleveland through Bert. Bert's taking all his instructions by phone, and he doesn't know who has hired him, right? The Dago hired the hood from Detroit, and neither one of them know anything more than Bert tells them."
"But what if we're traced?" Henry asked, his resolve weakening.
"How can we be? Even if they arrest the hood, the Dago and Bert, none of them know who we are," Malcomb replied.
"Bert has a good idea, don't kid yourself," Henry said.
"He may have an idea, but he doesn't know," Ed responded. "That's why we handled it this way. And don't forget the ace we have up our sleeve, that's the real kicker! And if all else fails, we have our pledge."
"Yeah," Chris chimed in, obviously impressed with this part of their plan, "there's nothing a million dollars won't fix in Birmingham!"
"I know we've pledged a defense fund," Henry replied.
"Then what's really worrying you, Henry?" Ed asked.
"To be perfectly honest, Ed, I don't know. Maybe it's just a funny feeling, but something is going to go wrong. I know it."
"Nothing can go wrong, Henry. Take my word for that," Ed replied, standing and offering with a wave of his hand another drink to anyone who might be dry.
"As far as I am concerned," Malcomb said, getting up and straightening his suit to indicate that he felt it was time to call the meeting to an end, "it's all cut and dried. I say we put the second phase into action and get the show on the road. The quicker that nigger's dead, the better I'll like it."
"Worried about election day, Malcomb?" Chris wheezed.
Malcomb gave him a contemptuous glance and started for the door. Ever since he'd announced for politics, Chris made out like this whole plot was to save his skin. Like his friend, Henry, Malcomb couldn't stand the sight of Chris. He, too, tolerated the small man with the round face and tiny eyes.
"What do you say, Henry?" Ed asked.
"Sure. Sure, go ahead, Ed. You know I'm with you all the way on this. It's just that I've been nervous lately," Henry replied, walking to the door to join Malcomb.
"Everybody else?" Ed asked, his eyes sweeping the room.
They all grunted their approval and made ready to leave. Ed followed them to the door, patting several jovially on the back as they crossed the walk to where their cars were parked. Then he hurried back to the house and picked up the intercom phone and called Pete to see that the gate at the end of the drive was open. Ed was a man who took all precautions to protect his family and his privacy.
As soon as he hung up with Pete, Ed was on the other phone calling Bert. The others didn't know it, but Ed had discussed this thoroughly with Bert, mentioning his friends only as his "associates." After all, if you couldn't trust one of the heads of the Klan, who could you trust?
"Bert," he said into the mouthpiece, "this is Little Dragon. Go ahead. I'll give you a time and place later on this week. Your money will be at the store, in a package at will-call." He hung up as soon as Bert grunted his acknowledgement.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Linda woke up, her body aching from the tortures of the night before, and found herself still tied to the bed. Light crept through cracks in the Venetian blinds, so she assumed it was morning. The man hadn't come back at all that night, and a slight nausea gripped Linda. She was hungry, and maybe, she admitted, just a little hung-over from her drinking at the Rebel Club.
She knew she must dedicate herself to one thing-escape! Somehow she must get the man's confidence and break away! When he told her he would let her go home, it gave her hope, but she didn't trust him. How could she after the things he did to her? Linda knew he was dangerous, very dangerous, and she made up her mind to do her very best not to upset him. She had to get away, and she had to be alive and in one piece when she did. Linda closed her eyes and prayed to God for the strength to endure what she knew she must.
"How's that little blonde cunt this afternoon?"
Linda's eyes opened quickly to see the man framed in the doorway. Afternoon? No wonder she was so hungry!
"Look what I've brought us, some cold fried chicken and potato salad," he said as he crossed the room to the bed. "But first, I've a little something to brace your appetite."
Linda looked at the package of chicken and potato salad longingly, her hunger plainly written on her face. She also saw the small box in his other hand, not taking time to wonder what it was while she watched him set the chicken and salad on the old wooden stool by the bed.
He sat on the bed, the tired mattress giving under his weight. Linda watched him unwrap the small box, noticing it was from a medical supply house. She recognized the name because one of her choir members worked there and she had joined him for coffee several times.
"You know what this is?" he asked, taking a small rubber object from the box.
Linda looked at the red rubber piece in his hand and answered, "No." She'd never seen anything like it before.
"It's something dentists use to make their work easier," he chuckled. "Here, open your mouth and I'll show you how it works. Open your mouth, I said!"
Linda looked at him with terror. His eyes were ice cold and she saw a savage stare behind them, almost as if he wished she would disobey so that he could hurt or kill her. The thought of his dirty hand in her mouth was more than she could bear, but what could she do?
"Open up, I said. If you and me are going to get along, you'd better do what I tell ya!"
Linda felt her lips part, but her teeth stayed rigidly shut. She saw his hand come to her mouth and then she felt his rough fingers grab her chin. His other hand went to her nose and forced it upward while he pushed down on her jaw. Slowly he pried her mouth open and then shoved the foreign rubber piece inside.
"Ya see, cunt, dentists like their patients to have their mouth open wide, and dentists don't like to be bitten. That's why they use this to cram their patient's mouth open and keep it there!"
He wedged the rubber piece between her teeth and shoved it as far back in her mouth as he could. Linda's jaw sent a shooting pain through her body, stretched far wider than it had ever been. She could feel the pain in her ears, her throat, even down her back, but she was powerless to defend herself against this unwanted intrusion into her mouth. Even her cheeks were stretched, as she lay there before him with her mother gaping wide.
Her eyes were glued on him as he moved off the bed and began undoing his belt. He let his pants fall to the floor with a heavy thump, and then he pulled off his shirt. Linda's eyes were riveted on his crotch. He was wearing jockey shorts and the instrument that had tortured her so the night before hung heavily down from the "V", the two knobs of his balls forming a pocket behind it. He saw her gaze and laughed long and hard.
"Hungry, baby?" he snarled. "Well, we'll just feed you a couple of pounds of heavy beef for lunch. I told ya you'd be dying to eat this cock. And you'll suck it dry, baby, or you won't get no lunch, ya hear?"
Linda saw him slip his fingers under the elastic band at the waist of his shorts and begin pulling them down. He stood right in front of her and his odor, the odor of her sex with him, permeated her nostrils and made them flare despite their already distorted position from her widespread mouth. Didn't he ever take a bath, she wondered with disgust. Then, as she watched his giant cock spring from his shorts, Linda realized exactly what he was going to make her do. She squirmed on the bed, a deep moan escaping from her throat at the humiliation he was about to impose on her.
He stepped out of his shorts, leaving them on the floor, but kept his shoes and socks on. Then he climbed on the bed and kneeled over her, grabbing her long blonde hair with one hand and pulling her face to his cock. With his other hand, he guided his limp cock to her lips, running it along the width of her mouth and chuckling.
"If you don't get hard, baby, and suck this load out of my nuts, I'll piss down your throat until you drown in it!"
The rancid smell of his cock was overpowering. Linda felt herself begin to gag, but she managed to catch her breath, forcing herself to swallow twice rapidly. The purplish head of his cock was now beyond her lips, moving around inside her helpless mouth.
"Lick it, you proud little bitch!" he commanded. "Lick it!"
Using every ounce of her will, Linda let the tip of her tongue touch the head of his prick. It tasted of salt and urine, and her tongue quickly recoiled.
"Lick it, I said."
He reached behind him and brought his fist down hard on her unprotected crotch.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
He hit her again.
"Aaaaaaaaauuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned again.
"Lick that cock!"
Linda darted her tongue upward and began licking the head of his prick. He gave his hips a lewd thrust and pushed all the way into her mouth. She felt his balls slap against her chin, the rough hair roughly scraping against the smooth skin.
It began to swell in her mouth. At first, Linda just felt little jerks as the blood ran to his penis. Then it began filling her mouth completely, the sides of it thrusting against her cheeks and the head of it pressing against the roof of her throat. Her tongue formed a U-shaped receptacle on which his cock moved in and out as he used his hips like a piston against her face. His balls slapped hard against her chin, scraping the skin until it was pink and raw.
He had her face wedged between his thighs and her hair held tightly in his hand as he raped her mouth. Linda could feel the swollen ridges along the shaft of his prick as he forced it in and out of her defenseless face, the hard blue veins running along her tongue as it glided back and forth. Then she felt his balls begin to swell and throb, and he pressed his cock even further into her mouth. Linda felt it was going down her throat, that he would gag her and stop her breathing.
She felt his body arch, his muscles tensing as he pressed deep into her throat.
"Wooooowwwwwwwww!" he exclaimed in an excited voice.
The steaming hot jets of liquid began pumping into Linda's mouth, filling it, running down her throat, swirling all over her tongue, and finally overflowing and running out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Streams of his cum ran down her neck, covered her throat and upper chest, mixed with her hair in small pools on the bed. She felt his balls throb and strain against her chin while he pumped more and more of his hot juice into her throat. It seemed to Linda like she had swallowed more than a quart before he finally stopped.
"Not bad, baby, not bad at all! I told you it would give you an appetitie."
He pulled his limp prick from her helpless mouth and held it in his hand as he kneeled over her and wiped it against her breasts.
Wally Mastin untied one of her hands and helped feed the girl who was now in a state of semi-shock. She ate mechanically, her mind unable to grasp what had happened to her or why.
CHAPTER NINE
Wally's nerves were on edge. He hadn't been like this before. Usually everything was simple; you made your contact, set the target up, and made the hit. No fuss, no bother; you just made a clean kill and forgot about it. He'd dreamed about making the big time, knocking off somebody really big and having an organization behind you. When he'd read about President Kennedy's hit, then Dr. King, and more recently the Kennedy brother, Wally Mastin had smiled about how stupid the guys who made the hits were. They left trails any stupid cop could follow. No planning, no setup, that was their problem!
But now that he was on the big time circuit, Wally felt nervous. Not that he'd get caught, Wally knew better than that. He'd work it out so no one would know he'd been near the hit. It was something else, something like he felt with a broad now and then. He was worried that maybe he wouldn't make the grade, that maybe he would blow it somehow.
What worried Wally more than anything else was the way the big boys worked. He felt like a machine they started and stopped when they felt like it. They weren't cutting him in on everything, telling him just what they wanted him to know. He knew that was how they worked because a friend of his worked big time on the race tracks. He did what he was told, and he wasn't told much.
Maybe it was because they were worried about how he felt about making a hit. Maybe they weren't sure he was a professional. Like that stupid bastard who hired him to kill his wife some months before. The cat wanted to sit there and talk about it for hours, asking Wally how he felt when he killed somebody, if he ever felt guilty or sorry when he pulled the trigger. Shit, Wally had told him, it was like swatting a fly! The fly was bothering somebody, so you swat it. You don't feel guilty about that! Most people were so fucking stupid they deserved to get it. In fact, Wally told the man, he enjoyed it. He liked to see them in his sights and then watch them fall. They'd never done anything for him, had they?
He pulled the Chevy into the drive-in movie and waited in a line of cars to buy his ticket. It was the first time in his life Wally Mastin had ever been in a drive-in. If it weren't for that summons from Al, I wouldn't be here now, he mused. Wally didn't like movies. People didn't act in life like they did in movies. They weren't that happy and loving. People were mean, self-centered and mean, Wally knew that. But you never saw them like that in the movies!
He paid his fare and drove to the far side of the refreshment center where Al had told him to park. His first time in a drive-in, Wally took the wrong lane and had to double back. Then he had to park and get out of the car and walk to the small building to be sure it was the refreshment center. Certain he was now in the right area, Wally returned to the Chevy and sat to wait for Al.
Wally was lost in thought with the cartoon. He wanted to see that little roadrunner get it in the ass, always acting so smart like that! He was surprised, and even jumped a bit, when he suddenly heard Al's voice.
"Cut the volume, man. Let's talk and get out of here."
Al was sitting next to him on the front seat, and Wally reminded himself to be more careful. It wouldn't do to have the big time boys think he was careless. He reached up and turned the volume control on the small speaker box. It was suddenly silent in the car.
"It looks like the hit will be some time this week, man," Al said, lighting a cigarette. "No word on who or when yet, but they want us to move ahead. Here's a name and address," he continued, handing Wally a folded piece of note paper. "Go there tomorrow and buy a Savage high-power rifle and a Jap scope. They're touchy down here, so use your Gardner I.D., if the old geezer asks for any. Tell him you're going hunting and buy two boxes of ammo. Buy straight stuff, I'll have a box of dumdums for you tomorrow."
"Look, Al," Wally responded, "why all the set routine? I always use a Remington, you should know that. I like something I'm used to. I don't know nothing about a Savage. I'd rather use something I'm used to, you know what I mean?"
Al looked at him for a moment without replying. There was no hint of sympathy or warmth in his eyes.
"Like I said, man, do what we tell you or haul ass!"
"Okay, okay. I'm just trying to do you a good, clean job, that's all."
"You'd better, man, or I'll cut you to little pieces and feed you to the cats."
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope. Handing it to Wally, Al's lips curved in their first smile.
"This is the exact amount of the piece, the scope and even the tax. We don't expect you to put your own money into artillery. Just be sure to buy it from that place I told you."
Wally was impressed. It wasn't so much the money, even though it was a long time between hits and a guy had to watch his dollars. It was the fact that they were so organized, so thorough. Wally knew they had the gun shop fixed, that the record of the sale would vanish. That was one less risk for him, one thing it was hard to control in his business. You have to get rid of the piece right after a hit, so you always needed a new piece for the next one. The fuzz loved to trace guns, so you always had to be careful where you picked up your artillery. Wally intended to buy a piece in Birmingham to use on his next hit up north. It paid to think ahead, and these boys seemed to be thinking way ahead.
"Look, man," Al said, Wally noting the first warmth in his voice since he'd met him. "You feel like you need to get off a few rounds with the Savage to get the sights set in, take it out to the range on the Selma highway. Try to pick a time when there's no one around, you know what I mean? I know how it is with a new piece of artillery. A man needs to get the feel right?"
Wally grinned, feeling he was now making some progress with Al instead of being treated like a robot.
"Another thing, man," Al continued. "Anybody know you're down here? I mean, anybody you know here in town?"
Wally thought of Sally, then dismissed her from his mind.
"No. I make it solo, you know that."
"Good, man, because we don't want no one knowing you're here, got it? If you see anyone you know, walk the other way. A few more days and you will be out of here, and nobody should know you were ever here. Nobody, got it?"
CHAPTER TEN
Wally Mastin had good cause to remember Al's words the very next morning. Picking up his usual morning paper at the corner, a headline at the bottom of the page jumped out at him. "VICE RAID ON LOCAL BARS," and Sally James was listed as one of those picked up!
Sally would keep her mouth shut, and she'd have no reason to mention him, but it worried Wally nevertheless. The story said that the leader, a heavyset man, had managed to cross the border before authorities could question him. That meant Sally was in on her own. Bailing her out would be a risk. Wally knew, but he also knew he wouldn't rest until she was out of town. This was Wally's first crack at big money, and he couldn't afford to have anything queer it.
He drove down to the courthouse and parked on a side street. Wally knew the bail bond cats had runners posted all around the courthouse area. He stood on the corner, looking down the street at the ten or twelve bail bond offices, pretending he was trying to make up his mind which one to approach. He didn't have long to wait. A young man approached him with the obvious question if he needed help to arrange bail.
Quickly, and in a low voice, Wally made the arrangements. He told the young man he wanted Sally James bailed, and he handed him five, crisp one-hundred dollar bills.
"That should cover it. Get her out, bring me a receipt and there's twenty in it for you personally. If someone wants to know who's springing her, say it's her father."
"Yes sir. It'll take about an hour or two, where will I find you with the receipt?"
"Where's a good place for breakfast?" Wally asked.
"Right over there across the street. They got a special for a buck, all the ham you can eat."
"That's where you'll find me, then. Hurry it up!"
Wally ordered breakfast and sat for his long wait. He was on his seventh cup of coffee when Sally walked through the door, the young man right behind her. She spotted Wally and sat down across from him in the booth. The man handed Wally a receipt and one of the hundred dollar bills back. Wally gave him thirty and sent him on his way.
"You look like hell," he said to Sally.
"Well, that ain't exactly Elizabeth Arden's they run over there, you know," Sally responded, straightening her hair by running her fingers through the long strands. "I appreciate this, Wally, and I'll pay you back. That lousy slob should have taken care of us, but he beat it out of the state. And the bum owes me over two bills!"
Wally fidgeted with his coffee and lighted a cigarette.
"Look, Sally," he said, "I'll lay a couple of bills on you. You take the bus back to Detroit and I'll meet you there. I'm on a little job now, and as soon as I finish I'll be up there."
"Thanks, baby," Sally said, smiling with a genuine warmth Wally had never seen in her eyes before. "I'd better stick around here for a few days. That slob will be back, and when he comes I want to hit him for the whole works, the bail and what he owes me. The only reason we got picked up was the little bastard refused to pay off the right man. He'll be back! One of his gals has most of his loot, and he'll come back for that!"
Wally did his best to talk her into leaving, but Sally was adamant.
"Look, baby, just give me a pad to stay in for a while. I owe you plenty, and maybe I can cream those nuts for you for a few days to help even it up."
Wally made a quick decision. Sally might be of use for a couple of days, and he knew he could keep her hidden from Al. He told her about Linda, explaining that she knew too much for his health, but refusing to say what he was doing or what she knew.
"Here's the address. Don't let nobody see you going in the house, understand? Pick up some sandwiches and feed the broad," he said handing her a twenty dollar bill.
"I'm not exactly the gas meter reader type, you know, but I'll get in without no one seeing me. When will you be there?"
"Not until after dark. I've got plenty to do today, and I have to be careful no one sees me near the house. Take care no one sees you either, baby."
Linda heard the back door close and braced herself for what new tortures and humiliations the man had dreamed up for her. She was so terribly helpless! If she could only talk him into untying her. Then maybe she could escape!
Hope flooded through her body as she saw the strange girl standing in the doorway to the room.
"Oh, thank God!" she moaned. "Thank God! I thought no one would ever find me! Help me, please. Please! Untie me, I've been held prisoner by a horrible sex fiend! Oh, thank God you've come!"
"Wally Mastin a sex fiend?" Sally laughed. "Maybe I got the wrong house. Look, sweetheart, relax. I may be able to help you, but your sex fiend sent me, not God. I brought us some sandwiches, see?"
Despair replaced hope and Linda looked dejectedly at the bag the girl was holding out to her.
"Well," Linda sighed, "that's better than nothing! I'm starved. He only feeds me when he remembers it, and that's not too often! "
Linda watched the girl as she crossed the room and pulled the chair to the side of the bed. She's attractive, Linda thought, in a cheap sort of way. That's quite some figure she has! I guess that's why she's a friend of the sex fiend. Could those breasts be real? Linda doubted it. No girl had breasts that high and pointed.
Sally, too, was appraising the girl she had just met. Looking at the helpless, bound girl stretched out on the bed, Sally felt excitement run through her veins. My God, she mused, she is a real beauty! She openly allowed her eyes to wander over the helpless girl's charms, moving them an inch at a time over the nude flesh sprawled before her. She began at the well-turned ankles and moved slowly up the beautifully proportioned legs, her eyes lingering on Linda's creamy white thighs, then moving on to the slightly swollen mound at her crotch.
Sally's eyes stopped there for the longest time, staring directly at the soft, blonde hair covering the pink lips and the red slit.
Linda saw her gaze and twisted her body to cover herself as best she could. Sally's eyes shifted to the gorgeously rounded hips, their creamy white flesh invitingly tempting. Flickering with a small fire, Sally's eyes moved up to Linda's breasts, those soft, white mounds that rested heavy on her upper torso. Sod, what a set of knockers, Sally thought! She could make a fortune with those! The little, pink, uncreased nipples, standing there so proudly, fascinated Sally.
A quickening of her pulse and that tingling feeling in her pussy made Sally realize that the seed of perverse desire had always been present within her. She had always wondered what it would be like with another girl, but never until she saw Linda had Sally ever truly desired sex with a female.
She saw the fear in Linda's eyes and knew it would be much better if she could make Linda go along with what she had in mind for the bound girl. If not, well, she would have her anyway. But she'd make a real effort to trick the girl into doing what she wanted.
"You can't eat all tied up like that," Sally said, smiling her warmest smile. "Give me your word you won't give me any trouble and I'll let one of your hands free. I think I can trust you, can't I?"
Linda felt guilty, certain that she had misjudged Sally's gaze a few moments before. Besides, this was her first real opportunity to enlist help. Maybe if she studied Sally closely she would find a way through to the girl.
"Of course you can," Linda replied. "I won't give you any trouble, and I'll let you tie me up when you think it's best. I'm terribly hungry." Sally untied one hand and gave Linda a tuna salad sandwich and a half pint of milk. Silently, Linda devoured the sandwich and drank the milk from the carton. Then she began to talk, trying to draw the strange girl out.
"Why is he holding me here like this?" she asked.
"He says you know too much," Sally replied. "He can't let you go until he's finished with what he has to do."
"What is he supposed to be doing?"
"You know more about that than I do, sweetheart," Sally responded.
"But I don't! Linda sighed, "he only thinks I do."
"Well, we had better get you tied up again before he gets back," Sally smiled, "or he will have my ass for it!"
Linda, hoping to win the girl's confidence, placed her hand up against the brass headboard to be tied. While Sally was binding her wrist too the brass tubing, Linda suddenly remembered the conversation between the two men at the Rebel Club, the conversation where they were planning to kill someone! The man called Wally must have been one of those men! And if he was going to kill somebody, he would surely kill her. He would never take the chance of letting her identify him. Linda's hopeless situation crashed in on her, a deep purple shadow enveloping her entire being. The man was just toying with her before he killed her! It dawned on Linda that her one and only hope was through this strange girl. Somehow, she had to win the girl over, at least as far as helping her to get loose and escape.
Sally finished binding her wrist and sat on the edge of the bed. She offered Linda a cigarette, but Linda told her she seldom smoked.
"What makes you say Wally is a sex fiend?" Sally asked.
"He's ravaged me for two days, or maybe longer. I don't even know how long I've been here," Linda replied in a pitiful voice. "He's done the most vile and humiliating things to my body!"
"What's he done, sweetheart? You can tell me, maybe I can help you."
Sally described all the things Wally had subjected her to, dramatically reliving the pain and humiliation in an effort to win the strange girl's sympathy.
"Some men are like that, honey," Sally commented when Linda had finished. "They don't give a damn for anything except unloading their nuts. It doesn't make any difference to them if a girl has a good time or not. All they're interested in is sinking that big cock of theirs into something soft and warm. Some of them even like it when they hurt the girl. Believe me, I know. I've had them all in my time!"
Sally stood up and fanned herself with her hand.
"God!" she exclaimed, "it's hot in this dump! I think I'll peel down, if you don't have no objections."
Sally stood near the end of the bed, deliberately in Linda's direct line of vision, and began a slow, sensual strip. She pulled her bright orange cotton dress over her head and watched Linda's eyes as she unhooked her bra and deliberately let her breasts pop into sight. Good, you little bitch, she thought, I thought I saw you staring at my tits before.
That's a good sign, sweetheart.
She flipped her highheeled pumps into the corner and rolled her stockings down. Then she slid her fingers beneath the tiny elastic band on her sheer black panties, gradually sliding them down her thighs.
Completely naked, she walked back to the side of the bed and sat down beside Linda.
"Whew," she said, "that's better! You know, honey, Wally shouldn't treat you like this. If you don't know anything, he should let you pack off. I guess it's that lovely body of yours that keeps him going. You're a real lush doll, you know."
Linda blushed at the strange girl's compliments, and she couldn't take her eyes off Sally's firm breasts. She'd never seen anything like them, high, proud, pointed, and so very firm, like they were chiseled from marble! It made her blush when Sally saw her staring at them.
"I'M bet your arms, shoulders and back are an aching mess after being tied up like that. Want me to rub you down and get some of the kinks out?"
"Oh, yes, would you?" Linda replied anxiously. "I ache all over, and my shoulders and back are killing me. You're very kind, Sally."
"Us girls have to stick together, you know. I'd untie you all the way, but Wally'd kill me if he came in and saw that. I'll untie this hand and you flip over on your back."
Sally's tongue moistened her lips as she saw the lush body twisting on the bed before her. A small fire was burning in her loins, but she knew she'd have to take it slowly if she wanted Linda to join in on the fun. She helped Linda get in a comfortable position, then began kneading her shoulders with her strong hands.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh! That feels so good!" Linda said. "I must be a bunch of knots back there!"
"You are, honey, but I'll work them out for you."
The girl's hands felt so soothing, powerful yet yielding. Linda felt her tired muscles relax one by one, little spasms jerking her body and then giving way to complete relaxation. Sally's hands worked her neck until it too relaxed, the dull ache which had throbbed in her head for days disappearing for the first time. The gentle, yet firm, massage along her spine sent a tingle through Linda. It was so good, so totally relaxing, Linda felt herself slip off to sleep several times, her desperate need for the strange girl's help to escape bringing her back with a jolt each time.
"Now let's work on those shoulders from the front," Sally said as she gently lifted Linda's body and helped her turn over.
She ran her fingers along Linda's throat, pulling and kneading the knotted muscles and forcing them to give under the pressure of her sure fingers. She looked down and watched Linda's luscious breasts heave as the girl sighed with each passing spasm. The heavy globes maintained their perfect shape as they thrust upward with each deep breath Linda took, and Sally found herself drawn to those luscious spheres like a moth to a flame. She couldn't resist the temptation to touch them, cup them in her hands, rub her lips and tongue across the small, pink nipples. Slowly, she let her massaging fingers glide down the girl's chest, until they reached the beginning of the rise of soft, pliant flesh. Sally knew she was taking a chance allowing Linda to have one hand free, but she was willing to gamble it.
Linda was in heaven, her muscles relaxed and calm for the first time in days. She had her eyes closed, enjoying the bliss of complete relaxation. She was half asleep when suddenly a new sensation ran through her body. Sally's fingers were on her breast, kneading gently, cupping, massaging. Excitement ran through Linda, an entirely new sensation, one she had never experienced before. She knew she must tell Sally to stop, but she wanted to wait only a moment or two longer. It feels so good, so warm and comfortable!
She kept her eyes closed, pretending she did not know what Sally was doing to her. A warm glow crept through her body and she felt an itch down between her legs. Then, when Sally grasped her nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began gently squeezing and teasing it, Linda knew she must stop her. She was exciting her, and that was wrong between two girls! The itch between her legs had turned to a warm moisture and she was excited, very excited.
Just as she was about to say something, Linda remembered that Sally was her only hope, her one chance to escape. She couldn't afford to antagonize the girl. She decided to simply keep her eyes closed until Sally realized what she was doing and stopped.
Sally was beside herself with desire for the blonde girl. She began tickling the upturned breast with a soft, tentative stroking of her thumb. Sally kept her finger below Linda's nipple and drew it slowly up and down, constantly keeping the rising bud in maddening contact with her thumb. She felt Linda's body squirm, and then her nipple harden in Sally's hand. The little bud became swollen and erect, capping a now slightly heaving breast. Sally could resist no longer. She moved her head down and darted her tongue over Linda's breast, teasing the nipple with sharp jabs. Linda's body arched slightly to place her breast closer to the fountain of pleasure and Sally let her lips trail madly over the white, pliant flesh in teasing kisses. Then she caught the erect bud between her lips and began running her tongue back and forth over its swollen surface.
Linda couldn't help herself. She couldn't believe she was responding to what Sally was doing to her, but she was! Her whole body became warm and demanding, and when she felt Sally's lips and tongue on her breast she moaned softly. Sally heard this and captured the nipple between her lips again. This time Linda felt her pull her nipple and the top part of her breast into her mouth, her teeth gently nibbling at the nipple as it passed.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh!" Linda sighed.
Sally was silent, her mouth filled with the lovely girl's breast. She could hardly believe the girl was responding like this, yet maybe there was a fatal attraction between them, something neither of them could control. After all, this was her first time, too!
She felt hot and feverish, and the girl's wriggling body beneath her increased her passion all the more. Sally moved closer, kneeling beside Linda and letting her hair fall on Linda's left breast while she sucked and passionately licked the other. With her free hand, Sally began caressing Linda's flat belly, her fingers lingering near the soft mound of hair that crested her gorgeous cunt. She let her fingers dip down into the silky blonde hair, caressing and gently rubbing the lips of Linda's pussy. Soon, her middle finger found its way between the lips and Sally probed deftly for the clitoris, her mouth meanwhile feasting on the excited girl's breast.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh" Linda moaned as Sally found the button of pleasure and began applying pressure to it. She had never felt like this, never been so excited. She opened her eyes and watched the girl's mouth almost swallow her breast, saw her nipple go in and out as if she was fucking Sally's mouth with her nipple! She saw the girl's dark hair framed against her white skin, her red lips encircling her breast, her olive skin pressing and contrasting against her own.
Almost at once, Linda experienced a sharp desire to do the same thing to Sally, to fondle and caress the intimate flesh of her firm breast, to touch her dark matted pubic mound and find her seat of pleasure to kindle a fire there like Sally had in her. Maybe it was wrong, but she wanted it. And maybe this was the way she could get Sally's help.
Softly, almost tentatively, Linda reached out with her free hand and stroked her fingers across the firm mound of Sally's breast. It was so firm, so warm! The flesh was tight, and the nipple was hard to her touch. The feel of the girl's breast against her hand sent shivers through Linda. She cupped it in her palm and squeezed it, letting her fingers run across the nipple in long, teasing strokes. Catching the taut nipple between her thumb and forefinger, Linda began kneading it like Sally had done to her.
Sally was certain she would explode! Her body was racing with passion when she sucked Linda's breast. And when Linda began caressing her, Sally felt her pulse quicken. She knew she was about to come, to explode and burn into tiny pieces.
She abandoned the captured breast and let her lips and tongue trail down Linda's sculptured body. Linda's legs automatically began spreading, her thighs tilting upwards as Sally's hair brushed against them. Sally crouched between Linda's long legs, placing her hands in the soft curls of the blonde's crotch. Using her fingers, Sally spread the lips of Linda's cunt. Those soft, yielding lips which opened up like the petals of a rare jungle flower made an effective contrast to the almost hard quality of Linda's mons veneris. The thick vulva had felt so firm and muscular beneath her probing finger, Sally thought. Now it was so very soft, lush and totally yielding.
Linda stared at the girl between her legs fascinated, unable to believe she was reacting this way. She was so hot, so excited, so totally in the girl's power! She watched Sally's head drop to her exposed crotch, the long silky hair almost tickling her thighs as it went by. She saw Sally's long red tongue dart out of her mouth, and then she felt a pleasure she never knew had existed on earth! Sally let her tongue run up and down the lips of Linda's cunt, stopping only for a moment at the seat of love and then quickly passing on.
Sally's hunger knew no end. The moist, slightly salty cunt before her was driving her mad! She let her tongue explore the thin lips, run under and over them, and then seek out the bottom at the tip of the clitoris. With her fingers, Sally spread the lush lips of Linda's pussy and darted her tongue straight to the clitoris. She pulled its thick covering lips aside and began fluttering her tongue against it like a butterfly flutters its wings against a flower. With her other hand, she slipped her middle finger into Linda's gaping red hole, sinking it slowly up as far as it would go.
"Aaaaaaagggggg! " Linda groaned, her passion completely taking hold of her. "Oh, yes, darling, yes!" Linda's free hand flew down to Sally's head, her fingers wrapping in the silky hair and pulling it closer to her crotch. "Yes, darling, oh yes!"
Sally had flipped her leg over Linda's and was now rubbing her own crotch against Linda's hard knee. Linda raised her knee to get leverage with her foot and then began putting pressure on the hot, wet mass above. Sally's middle finger was flying in and out of Linda's pulsating cunt, and her tongue was driving Linda to a world of ecstasy.
"Auuuuuuuuaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh!!" Linda cried, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Don't stop. Sweet Jesus, don't stop! "
Sally felt the liquid build and then burst in her face, a sweet, creamy fluid that ran copiously from the spasming cunt under tongue. She covered the quivering pink lips with her own, sucking every ounce of the precious fluid she could from Linda's cunt. It covered her cheeks, ran down her chin to her throat and then dripped on the bed.
Her own cunt was boiling and she had to have release! Sally jumped up and straddled Linda's face, bending her knees and squatting until herblack matted pubic hair touched Linda's nose.
The sight of the black covered cunt in her face both repelled and thrilled Linda at the same time. She had enjoyed her first true orgasm with this girl, a thrill she would never forget, yet she wanted it to stop there. What Sally obviously wanted her to do was nasty, depraved, something ugly beyond sin. Yet Linda wanted to do it. She could see the heavy red lips of Sally's cunt, and the sight excited her. She wanted to run her tongue deep into the girl's belly, suck her passion from her, give her the joy she had just received. Why not, she asked herself? Wasn't it far to return the joy, give the same pleasure back that she had enjoyed? And wouldn't that help her with Sally, her one last hope? But could she do it, eat the strange girl's most intimate parts?
"Kiss it, darling, you have me boiling," Sally whispered.
Linda made her decision. She let her tongue slide between the lips of Sally's wet cunt, glide along the sides and then slip into the deep cavern leading to the girl's belly. With her free hand, Linda grabbed one cheek of Sally's firm buttocks, and pulled the girl's crotch closer to her eager lips. She got Sally's clitoris between her teeth and nibbled.
"Bite me, honey, chew that baby!" Sally groaned, her hips now heaving and thrusting into Linda's face. "Chew it?"
Linda bit down hard, pulling the firm clitoris into her mouth and scraping it hard with her teeth. Her tongue ran along the walls of Sally's vagina, playing the part of the rigid male member while Sally thrust her hips in and out.
"Ayyyyyy! Shitttttt!" Sally screamed. "Harder, fuck me harder with that tongue. Eeeeeeeiiiiiiioooww! That's it! I'm going to flood your mouth, honey, flood it! Nowwwwwww!"
Linda felt the stream of sticky juice flooding her, filling her mouth and overflowing to run down her face. She made an "O" of her mouth to catch every drop she could. Sally gripped the headboard with both hands and jammed her crotch as hard as she could into the blonde's face, her body shuddering with the most exciting orgasm she had ever experienced.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The man annoyed Wally. After sitting in the Chevy behind the trees down the road for over an hour, waiting for the range to be empty, he wanted to be left alone. He'd only gotten three rounds off before this clown walked in and set up right next to him. The whole range was empty, why pick the spot right next to him, Wally wondered?
Then the incessant jabber, the questions and small talk about guns! Wally Mastin made it a practice of never talking to strangers unless he absolutely had to, and he was immediately suspicious of anybody who engaged him in idle conversation.
Part of it is this rifle, Wally thought to himself. He didn't like the odd look on the man's face who sold it to him, and he didn't like the piece itself. It felt foreign to him, heavy in his grip and hard to handle. And it was firing high, about a foot at fifty yards. The scope was touchy, powerful, but very touchy. It would take him a few rounds to set it in. If that sonofabitch would only stop his jabbering.
"Maybe you can give me some tips on some of the best spots to hunt around here," the stranger said. "I'm kind of new to the area."
"Look buddy," Wally replied, "I'm new here myself. I'd be glad to sit down and have a drink with you some time and we could chew the fat all you want. Right now I'm trying to set this sight in, and I need to concentrate on what I'm doing."
"Oh, is that a new rifle?" asked the stranger. This clown just won't take a hint, Wally groaned to himself.
"Naw," he replied. "I've had the rifle for years. It's just a new type scope I'm trying." Wally picked up his ammunition, cigarettes and jacket, and moved to a slot at the end of the range. The stranger watched him go, fired a few rounds and then left.
Wally's mood hadn't improved when he became almost certain a car was following him. It was a gray Ford sedan like most police use for tailing a suspect, and Wally felt an icy cold race through his veins. He took one of the main streets that led up to North Birmingham, watching the car closely in his rearview mirror. Once he was in a residential district, Wally slowly pulled off on one of the side streets. The gray sedan followed him. Wally felt a stabbing pain in his hemorrhoids as his muscles tensed. He carefully began making a circle, butting up one street and down the next, until he was headed back to the first side street he had used. On the last turn, he saw the gray Ford shoot past and Continue straight.
His body relaxed a little. Must be my nerves, he thought. That guy was just headed home and I used the same streets! You can't be too careful in this business, he reminded himself. It was time to do something he often did when he was working on a contract, check on himself. He drove down to the courthouse area and parked on a dark side street. Locking the car, Wally ambled down the street and picked out the dingiest looking bar. He ordered several beers and tipped the bartender generously each time. The bartender began coming back after serving each customer, and he and Wally struck up a conversation.
"Say," Wally ventured after he had been there over an hour, "maybe you could help me."
"Name it, pal, you need a broad?"
"No," Wally replied, "what I need is some information. I'm looking for a friend from Detroit, see. He told me he would be down here in Birmingham, but I haven't run into him."
"What's his name?" the bartender asked. "Wally Mastin," Wally replied.
"Never heard of him."
"He travels kind of quiet, you know what I mean? He's got a record up north and the fuzz watch him like a hawk. I thought maybe you might know somebody over at headquarters. The fuzz would know if Wally's in town, you understand? If they don't have nothing on him being here, then I'm wasting my time. If they say he's here, then I'll keep on the lookout for him."
"I might have a connection," the bartender said noncommittally.
''The thing is," Wally continued, "I wouldn't want to stir up no shit for my friend. You know, start them thinking about him or looking for him."
"I read you, Mack."
"It would save me some time and money to know if they got anything on him being in town. I'd be willing to pay out for the scoop."
"How much?" the bartender asked.
"Whatever it's worth. You know your connection better than I do."
"Fifty."
"Okay."
"Write the guy's name down for me on this," the bartender said, passing a paper napkin across the bar. "You want a copy of the poop sheet on your friend if they got one? It'll cost you an extra buck for a photo."
"Naw," Wally replied. "All I want to know is if he's here in town, that's all."
"What's his racket? I need to know to cover all the bases."
"He's had a couple of assault charges, and they've held him as a suspect in a murder case. Nothing solid."
The bartender walked to the end of the bar, put a coin in the payphone and dialed a number. He kept his voice low, but Wally knew he was passing the word to some friend of his at headquarters. He came back in a few minutes and told Wally it would take a half an hour. Wally waited.
Wally felt his muscles tense when the phone at the end of the bar rang a while later. The bartender answered it, talked for less than a minute and then hung up. He ambled down the bar and leaned over to talk to Wally.
"If your friend's here, he's riding clean. The fuzz have nothing on him, and my boy checked all departments."
"Well, I guess I'm wasting my time," Wally said, hoping his obvious relief didn't show. "He must have stopped over somewhere on the way.
"Yeah," muttered the bartender, his hand outstretched for the promised fifty.
Wally's mood improved appreciably as he walked back to the Chevy. He even whistled a tune and strode with spring-like steps, something very unlike Wally Mastin.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The sight that greeted Wally's eyes when he stood framed in the doorway sent his pulse racing. He felt his cock throb and then jump up to press against the front of his pants. He'd never seen two gals go at it before and the lewd positions of the bodies on the bed before him made beads of perspiration break out on his brow.
Sally, her hands gripping the brass headboard, was squatting over Linda's face. Wally's tongue licked his lips as he saw the muscles in her ass quiver and jerk as she pressed her crotch hard against the helpless blonde's mouth. Meanwhile, Linda's knees were raised and her thighs spread wide, exposing to Wally's hungry eyes her moist crotch, the pink lips expanding and contracting before his eyes as she licked Sally's cunt. And there was no doubt about how Sally was enjoying it. Wally could see glistening white cum streaming from Sally's cunt and sticking to the blonde's chin and neck.
"Jesus Christ!" Wally said, half under his breath. "The blonde's really swabbing her out!"
Sally heard Wally's voice and quickly bent down to whisper to Linda, "He's back! Do whatever he tells you. He can be mean. I'll see what I can do for you later!"
Linda's eyes dilated with fear, but she nodded her head in acknowledgement and continued sucking the pulsating mass before her. Wally watched them for a moment, then began tearing his clothes off in a frenzy. Covering her action with her body, Sally took Linda's free hand and quickly tied it to the corner of the headboard. As she intended, Wally missed the action.
"Let's give that cunt some double action, Sally," Wally said as he crossed the room kicking off his shoes. "It looks like she could use it!"
"Well, well, Linda, look what we have here!" Sally said, turning and throwing her leg over Linda's body. "A good, hard cock, just what we needed! Come on in, Wally, the fucking's fine!"
Wally looked down on the two naked bodies, his hand automatically going to his swollen penis. Wrapping his fingers around its mighty shaft, he began moving the outer skin back and forth. He saw Linda involuntarily cringe in fear and he laughed. His tongue ran across his lips as he stared at the two cunts exposed before him; Linda's covered with the soft blonde tufts, its pink lips forming a narrow slit with a small, red hole half way down; Sally's dark matted hair now parted by her fingers holding the heavy lips of her soaking wet pussy open for his gaze. His eyes wandered up Linda's body, stopping to feast on her creamy white, soft breasts with the pure pink nipples, and then moving on to stare at her half open mouth, her red lips parted to bare white teeth. The sticky trails of Sally's cum still glistened on Linda's face, and Wally felt his rod give a jerk when he looked at them. Then his gaze fell on Sally's olive skinned body, her hard breasts, large and pointed, her flat belly, the gaping cunt she was purposely holding open at him.
"Squat on the blonde's face again, baby. I want to see her lick your asshole," Wally commanded, enjoying his role of absolute ruler over two women. He knew Sally would do whatever he wanted after he bailed her out of jail that morning. And Linda, well, she didn't have any choice!
Sally stood up on the mattress, having some trouble balancing herself as she turned around and planted her feet on either side of Linda's head. She looked down at Linda between her legs and smiled, then lowered herself to a squatting position so that her cunt was on Linda's chin and Linda's nose was squarely between the firm cheeks of her buttocks.
"Lick it, honey," she commanded. "Clean me out with that magic tongue of yours!"
Linda was nauseated at the thought of what she must do. She had to dig her fingernails into her palms to keep from screaming and kicking. She looked at the puckered brown elastic ring in front of her mouth and it was all she could do to keep from vomiting. How could they be so depraved, so absolutely filthy? Why did they both want to humiliate her like this? Why, why, why?
"Lick that asshole, you proud cunt!" Wally said harshly.
"Ream me out, honey," Sally said. "I want to feel that tongue all the way up my ass!"
Wally aimed a brutal blow at Linda's crotch.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuggggghhhhh!" she screamed in pain.
"Lick that asshole!" Wally commanded.
Linda's tongue slid between her teeth and gently probed the area of the crevice between Sally's firm cheeks. She let it softly slide down over the small brown hole and then back again, her humiliation so complete that her actions became almost mechanical. Probing deeper, Linda let her tongue force its way past the elastic ring and into Sally's rectum. Sally wiggled her body until her cum was impaled on Linda's chin, then began moving back and forth in a sensual rhythm. She was facing Linda's feet, and the sight of those creamy white thighs and the soft blonde pubic mound sent a shiver through her body. She reached down and took Linda's breasts in her hands and began massaging them, tweaking the nipples until they were hard and erect.
Wally stood there cock in hand watching, until he couldn't resist it any longer. He climbed between Linda's widespread knees. Sally reached out and took his cock in her hand, playing with it and guiding it to Linda's waiting cunt. Holding the blue veined swollen prick in her hand, Sally leaned forward and inserted it between the lips of Linda's dry cunt. Then she began moving it up and down, pressing against the clitoris each time she reached the top.
"That feels good, baby," Wally said. "Now put it up her so I can ram it clear to her throat!"
Sally moved the turgid penis to the opening of Linda's vagina and Wally gave a mighty thrust of his hips sinking it to the very depths of her belly.
"Auuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh! " Linda moaned, feeling as if her entire insides had been ripped open. Wally pulled back and then thrust again, his balls bouncing off her ass with a loud slap. "Auuuuuuggggghhhh!" she moaned, again feeling like he had ripped her wide open.
Sally slowly shifted her weight until her cunt was covering Linda's mouth. She was on fire for the girl, and she didn't care what Wally said. She had to feel that tongue on her clitoris, up inside her, running along the lips of her pussy again! Wally reached out in front of him and cupped Sally's breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he pumped his surging cock inside Linda. Suddenly, he shot his hands behind Sally's neck and pulled her face to his. His tongue shot out of his mouth and into hers, rubbing against her tongue and running around and around in her mouth. She threw her arms around his neck and they locked in a mad embrace while each used Linda for their sexual satisfaction. Sally's torso moved wildly as Linda licked her, and Wally pumped with all his might into the helpless girl's cunt, ramming his cock in and out, up and down, and then throwing his weight on first one hip and then the other to make full circles of her cunt and touch each wall.
It hit Sally first. Linda had warmed to her work despite the brutal intrusion to her inner regions and she used her tongue wildly on Sally's gaping pussy, teasing the clitoris and then nibbling it between her teeth. When she felt Sally begin to expand and contact her muscles, Linda forced her tongue as far up Sally's vagina as she could pulling it in and out with rapid motions. Sally was on fire, and when Wally began kissing her and playing with her breasts while Linda licked her, she lost all control.
Sally had never been like that before, always in complete control of herself in sex. Now she was a slave to the two tongues working on her, and she felt everything inside begin to melt at once. She ground her cunt into Linda's face, allowing her own tongue to explore Wally's mouth while she watched his cock plunging in and out of the blonde mound before her.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh! Oh shit! Oh, I'm coming," she screamed, breaking her mouth from Wally's. Her entire body quivered, out of control and on fire. She began to shake, and everything went black before her for a moment. Her juice flowed, covering Linda's face and running down her neck.
"My God!" she moaned. "I've never had anything like that before!"
Wally had slowed down to watch Sally's body go through the series of convulsions as she came in the blonde's face. He smiled, seeing Sally caught up in something she'd never had before, and the fire in his own loins increased. He withdrew his rampant cock from Linda's cunt and lifted her legs high in the air.
"Hold her ankles for me," he commanded Sally. "I've got something special for her!"
Sally took Linda's ankles in her hands and held them high above her head. She looked down and saw the puckered anus between the helpless girl's cheeks and knew what Wally intended. He's really out to punish this gal, she thought to herself as she watched him wet his finger in Linda's cunt and then probe her anus. He moistened it twice and then shifted into position. Holding his giant cock in his hand, Wally moved up to where he could place it against the girl's asshole. He inserted the tip, pushing it gently until it popped past the elastic ring. Then he reared back and lunged at her, sinking it two inches up her ass.
"Aagggggghhhhhh!" Linda screamed, pain shooting through her entire body as her rectum was stretched six times its normal size. "Oh, God! Don't, please don't! You're killing me! Aaaaaggggghhhhhh! Please don't. My God, don't!"
Wally smiled and then lunged again, this time managing only to wedge it another half inch up her ass.
"This may take all night," he said. "But I'm going to sink it clear up to my balls. Then I'm going to drop a load way the hell up in her!"
He shoved again and again, each effort wedging his swollen cock a little further up the suffering girl's ass. She screamed and her body jerked with the pain, but Wally kept relentlessly on. Then, with one final thrust, he sunk it all the way up her, his balls slapping loudly against her ass. Grabbing her breasts by reaching between her legs. Wally began pumping his prick to her.
You proud little bitch, he thought, now you know what that asshole of yours is for! You're just the type that swings your ass at a guy all day long, then won't shit on him when he asks you for a date! You're the kind who gets a man so hard up he has to beat up some whore like Sally. Well, now you're getting what you deserve!
Sally watched in total fascination. She saw Wally's huge cock plunging in and out of the tiny brown hole, the hair on his balls scratching the white cheeks of her ass as he sunk it as far as he could. What fascinated her most was the look on Wally's face. He seemed hypnotized, in a trance. His eyes had a distant look and his mouth hung open. And he was grunting, something she had never heard Wally do before. He sounded like a pig rutting! There was even a thin stream of saliva oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Staring down, Sally saw Linda's fully exposed cunt before her. The temptation was more than she could resist. She let one let loose and reached down to fondle the blonde covered slit before her. Her fingers probed between the thin lips, found the clitoris and began massaging it. Feeling Linda's body react, Sally aimed her middle finger and sunk it deep inside Linda's belly.
At the beginning, the pain was more than Linda could bear. Wally's penis felt like it was tearing her in half! She fainted briefly from the pain and then began sobbing softly, biting her lip to keep from screaming or passing out. Gradually, the pain subsided and gave way to a new sensation. Linda was becoming excited. The giant cock plunging in and out her ass began carrying her entire being with it. Feeling his balls slap against the cheeks of her buttocks thrilled her and she began moving with him. Then, when Sally's hand came to her cunt, Linda began climbing the ladder towards a fantastic orgasm. Sally's finger was rubbing against Wally's cock, the only thing separating the two was Linda's thin inner wall.
The sensation was too much for her. She gave in, tore down the defenses she had built against the horrible humiliation being forced on her. Linda became an animal, grunting right along with Wally, screaming obscenities she'd never used before.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, both of you!" she moaned. "Harder, give it to me harder!"
Linda felt the jets of hot liquid spilling into her, filling her, almost scalding her, as Wally exploded inside her. He threw his weight on her, doubling her almost into a small ball, his cock sunk clear to the base of its shaft. Sally doubled the speed of her finger, ramming it clear to the knuckle into Linda's pussy.
"Aaaaauuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!" Linda moaned, "don't stop! Please don't stop!"
But Wally had stopped, his deflated penis still in the helpless girl's rectum, but his body a mass of loose flesh on top of her.
"I'll finish you off, honey," Sally said, spreading Linda's legs and diving her head to the blonde crotch. Her tongue shot out of her mouth and darted up Linda's gaping hole. She made it stiff and rammed it as far as she could, bringing it back out in wide circular movements. With her thumb and forefinger, Sally took Linda's clitoris and teased it while she swabbed the open cunt with her hungry tongue.
Linda's body was lost, helplessly tied at the wrists and impaled under the weight of the muscular man with his deflated cock up her ass. She gave herself over to her animal nature, shaking, screaming, biting her lips and climaxing in a long series of tiny orgasms.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After a long and deliciously hot shower and a thorough rubdown, Linda felt almost like a human being again. Wally had protested, but Sally won out, saying a girl had to have a shower to feel anywhere near decent. And Sally had promised Wally faithfully that she would watch Linda, guard against any attempt to escape.
The two girls were sitting on the bed, both nude and both smoking a cigarette. Linda's hands were free for the first time, and she kept rubbing her wrists to ease the soreness. Sally had agreed to let her enjoy a cigarette before tying her up again. Linda didn't want the cigarette, but she took it for the few moments freedom it offered.
"Is that Wally up on the roof?" Linda asked.
"Yeah," Sally replied. "He took some old boxes up there, said he needed some sort of a stand. If you're trying to figure out what he'd doing, forget it! He don't tell nobody nothing."
Linda decided to chance it and bring the matter up directly with Sally.
"He's going to kill me, isn't he?"
"He ain't told me nothing, honey," Sally responded, slightly taken back by Linda's remark. "Why should he kill you? I mean, you don't know nothing. Anyway, I won't let him kill you. I'll figure a way out, don't worry."
At last, Linda thought, a promise of help! She could tell that Sally meant what she said, and Linda for the first time truly believed she might live through this horrible experience.
"You keep on his good side," Sally commented. "Do what he wants and get him so he trusts you a little. You get him mad or suspicious, and I don't know what he might do, you understand?"
"What should I do," asked the bewildered Linda.
"Make him feel like a big man in sex, honey. Make out like he's the only one in the world can satisfy you, that you just love what he does to you. Most men like that, and Wally's no different."
Sally reached down and placed her hand on Linda's knee, fondly caressing the creamy flesh of her inner thigh.
"Like me, honey," she whispered. "After having those lips of yours wrapped around my cunt, I don't never want a man's prick again! It was the greatest! But I ain't going to let Wally know that, you understand what I mean? As far as he's concerned, what you and me do is just for kicks. I'll go on letting him think his hairy old cock is the greatest thing in the world."
Linda sensed that Sally's perverted desires were the key to her escape, and she fought down her natural instinct to draw away. If this would save her life, she would do anything the girl wanted. She could tell that Sally was becoming excited. She watched the firm breasts begin to heave slightly and beads of perspiration form on the girl's face. What bothered Linda most was that she, too, felt a burning desire growing between her legs. Was she a lesbian, or was it that she was so determined to survive she had convinced herself that this was what she wanted?
Unable to force herself to mouth the words of endearment, Linda placed her hand on Sally's shoulder. Her fingers lightly caressed the firm olive skin. Sally's hand patted Linda's inner thigh and then slowly moved upwards, gently pressuring the blonde girl's legs apart.
"I thought you felt the same way, honey," Sally said. "We really have something together, don't we?"
Linda nodded her head, still unable to force the false words from her mouth. Sally placed her hand in Linda's hair, caressing it and then allowing it to fall to her neck. She turned the blonde's face to hers and slowly moved her lips forward. Their hungry lips met, softly, yet sending a tiny electric shock through both their bodies. Her lips are the only soft part of her body, Linda thought. She let her tongue tentatively roam the pliant flesh of Sally's lips, lingering with a wet caress as it traveled the width of her sensual mouth. Sally's tongue ventured forth and met Linda's in a moist embrace, passion rapidly building in both girls. They pressed their mouths together, each teasing the inner recesses of the other's lips. Then Sally threw her other arm around Linda and pulled her close until their bodies were firmly pressed against each other. Slowly, they rose from the bed to a standing position, their lips locked tight and their tongues moving as one in their now common mouth. Sally reached down and cupped Linda's soft buttocks in her hands. Linda quickly followed suit, the feel of Sally's firm ass in her hands thrilling her.
Holding each others buttocks, cupping a fleshy cheek in each hand, the two girls writhed tightly together. Their bodies touched at every possible point, from their tongues down to their breasts and tummies, and further down to their naked thighs, they clung together as closely as they could.
"Oh, honey, you really do something to me!" whispered Sally, breaking the kiss and rubbing the tips of her taut nipples against the rose colored buds capping Linda's heavy breasts. She tightened her grip on Linda's cheeks and pulled her closer so that their crotches ground together. Sally wiggled and ground until the hair on her pussy pressed into Linda's clitoris.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm! " Linda sighed, "me too!" She moved her hips forward a quarter of an. inch so that the lips of her cunt spread and Sally's pelvis ground even deeper and harder against her clitoris. She moved her chest against Sally's letting her now taut nipples rub hard against the firm points of Sally's tits.
Sally lowered Linda to the bed again, her own body falling on top of the willing blonde flesh. She inched upward until her breast was fully in Linda's face.
"Kiss it, honey," she whispered urgently. "Suck my tit!"
Linda reached up and grasped the firm tit in her hand, pulling it swiftly to her eager lips. She ran her lips along the base of the carved breast and then let them glide back and forth across the nipple. Her tongue darted out and cupped the nipple, sucking it into her hungry mouth. She chewed gently with her teeth, teased with her tongue and then began letting it slowly escape from her mouth. Before the swelling red tit could completely escape, however, Linda quickly clamped her teeth around it, biting hard into the tiny, firm bud and holding it tightly.
"Oooooohhhhh. yes! That's it, bite it, honey, bit it!" Sally moaned, her hand shooting behind her and seeking the soft mound of blonde fur beneath her. Her urgent fingers raced across Linda's flat belly and dove into the moist flesh of her crotch. She pulled the thin pink lips apart and sunk her middle finger deep inside Linda.
"OOOOOhhh!" Linda sighed. "God, that's good!"
The fire in Sally's loins was too much for her. She pulled her swollen tit out of Linda's mouth and turned her body around, placing her head between those tender white thighs she longed to kiss. Sally carefully opened the lips of Linda's cunt with the fingers of both hands and sat there staring at the exposed red flesh. Holding them open, she began planting small kisses all around the girl's pussy, teasingly avoiding allowing her lips or tongue to contact the gaping cunt. Linda wiggled, moving from side to side in an effort to catch that elusive tongue in her hot cunt. The game went on for a moment and then Sally dipped her head and began licking the length of Linda's cunt with wet strokes of her tongue. A fire swept through Linda, her passion building to unbelievable heights. An overpowering desire to taste the sweetness of Sally's pussy engulfed her.
Linda reached out and took Sally's inner thighs in her hands, swinging one leg over her so that Sally was now on top of her completely. She inched Sally's body back, pulling the dark matted "V" directly over her face. Imitating, Sally, Linda spread the thick lips of the cunt in front of her with her fingers. The red folds of flesh yawned at her as she darted her tongue inside the wet, pulsing mass.
Wally walked into the room, and again, for the second time that night, stopped short at the sight that confronted him. He felt the immediate quickening of his pulse and his hand automatically went to his rapidly swelling penis.
"You two cunts can't get enough sex, can you?" he murmured, crossing the room and dropping his pants as he walked. The girls ignored him, lost in their mounting passion, and Wally quickly tore his clothes off, holding his surging cock before him and massaging it as he looked on.
He climbed on the bed and straddled Linda's face, resting his heavy balls on her eyes and pressing the thick purple head of his cock against Sally's asshole. Grasping her waist, he lifted Sally's body to a kneeling position, then moved up and placed his cock at the entrance to her pulsating vagina.
"Get that tongue busy, you proud bitch!" he commanded Linda. "Lick us both while I fuck her!"
His balls resting on her nose, Linda began licking the shaft of his cock. She let her tongue trail its entire length, then slip between the lips of Sally's cunt. As it began thrusting into the dark red cunt above her, Linda licked both the thick cock and the quivering clitoris. Wally held Sally's waist and thrust hard into her cunt. His strokes were slow and deliberate, sinking deep inside her and then withdrawing completely. Each time his cock pulled out of Sally's moist cunt, a few drops of creamy liquid dripped down into Linda's open mouth. There was a wet popping sound each time he withdrew his turgid cock, and Linda automatically opened her mouth to catch the drops she knew would follow.
Sally, meanwhile, continued licking and sucking the blonde cunt beneath her hungry mouth. She realized that what she had told Linda was not entirely true. The feeling of a hot rod up her while she sucked Linda's cunt was even more exciting than having Linda's hot tongue probing her vagina! Wally was torturing her with those long slow strokes, so Sally shifted positions slightly and began flexing her cunt muscles, making it tight and hard for him to pull out.
"Hey," Wally exclaimed, "let's have a daisy chain!"
Without waiting for either girl to respond he pulled Sally off of Linda.
"You eat her, I'll eat you, and she can suck the load out of these hot nuts of mine," he said. Wally buried his face between Sally's olive tinted thighs and pulled her crotch hard against his face. Sally pushed Linda on her side and did the same.
Linda looked at the blue veined, swollen cock stabbing at her face and was filled with nausea. She forced herself to act immediately, not to hesitate. Cupping Wally's balls in one hand and grabbing his waist with her other, Linda formed her mouth into a large "o" and took his prick in her mouth. She sucked, licked and ran her mouth over his surging weapon with an intensity she didn't know she had. For one thing, Sally's demanding tongue between her legs was driving her wild. And Linda was surprised to find that having Wally's thick cock in her mouth excited her even more. She felt the tiny hole at its tip press against the roof of her mouth and she squeezed his balls to try and make him explode. Linda wanted his cum in her mouth, she wanted to drown in it, feel it rush down her throat, escape from the sides of her mouth and run across her cheeks. The harder she sucked, the more she wanted him to fill her with his juice.
But before she could make him explode, Linda felt herself going. She was trying to hold herself under control, ignore the demanding tongue, lips and teeth between her legs, but she suddenly lost her precious control and felt herself melting.
"Oh! Oooh! Oooooohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her cum spurting from her hot cunt into Sally's face. She felt Sally cup her lips around her cunt, sucking every drop from deep within her vagina.
"Hot Damnnnnn!" Wally shouted, his hot jets of liquid spurting into Linda's mouth and down her throat. She held his balls tightly in her hand, pulling and squeezing to pump more and more of the hot juice into her mouth. She gasped for air, swallowed the hot liquid and held his cock tightly in her mouth, running her teeth along the shaft in an effort to coax even more from him. He jerked his hips and pulled his now deflated cock from her mouth, a wet popping sound signaling the breaking of the tremendous suction she had built up.
Linda realized that Wally was still working on Sally, and she quickly jumped up and turned around. "Let me help," she gurgled, her mouth still filled with Wally's cum. Taking Sally's tit in her hand, Linda pulled it into her mouth. Wally's cum oozed from the corners of her mouth as she began biting and sucking the hard tit. She ran her tongue back and forth across the firm nipple, teasing and pulling it. With her other hand, she took Sally's remaining breast and began kneading it firmly.
"Auuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! " shouted Sally, unable to control her climax any longer. She grabbed Linda's hair and pulled her face to her own, their lips meeting roughly. They kissed, Wally's cum from Linda's mouth pushing between their tongues. Sally's body shook violently and Linda fell back on the bed exhausted.
Wally, his face covered with Sally's cum, lifted her to a kneeling position above him.
"Give me a golden bath, baby," he sighed.
Kneeling in a squatting position above his face, Sally, still half dazed from her violent orgasm, relaxed her muscles and let her hot yellow urine pour down, covering his face and running over his neck and chest. She saw Wally's prick jerk up as the hot urine poured down on him, but she ignored it, too tired and dazed to care.
His prick hard, Wally turned over and jumped between Linda's outstretched legs, plunging it deep into her yielding cunt.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Special agent White read the long report before him. Agent Morris across the desk reached in his breast pocket and pulled out a pack of unopened cigarettes. Tearing the cellophane, he watched his chief close the report.
"When you contacted him on the rifle range," special Agent White commented, "did he seem nervous or upset?"
"Not really," agent Morris replied, pulling a cigarette from his pack and lighting it. "He was annoyed at the interruption. I know he waited at least an hour or more for the range to be free of people. So he wasn't overjoyed to see me. He lied about the rifle. The stock didn't have a scratch on it, so it was obviously new. I wouldn't say he was nervous, though."
"And when you followed him, you're certain he saw you?"
"Not me, but the car. There's no doubt about it, chief. He started weaving in and out of a bunch of side streets. That's why I let him go." Special agent White sat back, drumming his fingers and seemingly lost in thought.
"An hour later, someone contacted the Birmingham police to see what they had on him," White continued. "When they called me, I told them to report they didn't know he was in town. I'm pretty sure it was Mastin himself making the check. I just wish to hell I knew what he was up to!"
Agent Morris reached for the file and reviewed what they had on Wallace Mastin.
"What makes you so sure he's here on a job, chief?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, Bill. I wish I was. Then maybe I'd know what to look for! Our special agent in Detroit is certain Mastin is a hired killer. The Michigan troupers almost had him on a murder rap a year ago, but he slipped through their fingers on a technicality."
Morris read the file quietly and then glanced through his own report again.
"And you think he's connected with the King assassination in some way?" he asked his superior.
"I don't, but Washington says it's possible. And, Bill, the one question we have to ask ourselves is what is Wally Mastin doing in Birmingham, Alabama? And what's he doing here at this particular moment? That's the trouble with our business, we deal with unanswered questions. Did you check the police reports for the last week?"
"Yes sir," replied Morris. "Nothing much. A vice raid on some bars, one stabbing of a negro male by his wife, two robberies, assorted assaults, some college kids booked on marijuana charges, a girl missing from work and her apartment, two rapes, the usual stuff. Nothing I can see that ties in with Mastin."
"What about the assaults? That's his line according to his record," White asked.
"No luck there. All of them were checked out, and they were just the usual run-of-the-mill charges. Mostly drunks."
"And the missing girl? Anything there?"
"Not much," Morris said, scratching his chin. "A little out of the ordinary. She's an orphan, brought up by the church. Sings in the choir, attends service regularly and all that. Name was Linda Holmes. She won a beauty contest a while back, but works at Winters Store. Regular as clockwork. No boy friends to speak of, and no conflicts. Last seen leaving the store Tuesday night in the rain. It ends there. Seems she just vanished. Probably just a rushed trip somewhere without time to let anybody know where she was going. The police are working on it."
Special agent White stood up and walked over to the window. He looked down on the traffic on the busy street below for a moment before speaking.
"I don't like it, Bill," he said quietly. "It's too quiet, just like before a storm. I don't like this Mastin guy being in town, and I don't like the way he's acting. Something's about to happen, and we'll end up square in the middle again."
Stan Sedgeman, one of the bright young men Washington had sent down to the Birmingham field office after the King assassination, came into the office.
"Here's the rundown on that Chevy, Bill," he said, handing Bill Morris a sheet of paper. "It's registered to a Harold Edward Gardner. The address won't help you. They used the dealer's address, which is fairly common I understand."
"Anything on Gardner?" Bill asked.
"Not much. I ran a routine on him at police headquarters, but they don't have a thing. Here's a copy of his driver's license from motor vehicle," Stan replied, handing Bill another sheet of paper.
Bill handed these to special agent White, who in turn studied the driver's license in some detail.
"Looks like our bird Mastin a bit, doesn't it?" White said. "No scars and the left ear is too big, but there's a resemblance there."
"One other thing, sir," Stan interrupted. "We've got another Northern hood in town. Here's his record."
"Alfredo Lisi, eh," White commented.
"Yes sir," Stan replied. "The police made him in a local bar last night. He was flashing quite a roll of bills, so the undercover agent grabbed a glass and we ran fingerprints through this morning."
White banged his fist on his desk.
"Something big is brewing here! I can smell it. Somebody's importing guns and muscle from up north, why? I'm going to call the Atlanta field office and get some help up here. Bill, I want twenty-four hour surveillance on Wally Mastin. I know you've lost him, but find him again! Find out what he does all day, where he sleeps at night, everything you can. But, Bill don't tip our hand. Don't let him know he's under surveillance."
"Okay, chief."
"And, Stan, I want you to get the police department to lend you a hand on Lisi. Twenty-four hour surveillance, but don't let him know what we're up to. Tell the chief I'll repay the favor."
"Yes sir. Should I tell him we're picking up the expenses?"
"Right! Now where is Martin?"
"He's down in the coffee shop, sir," Stan replied.
"Tell him to come up."
Henry Martin, one of the senior agents in the Birmingham Field Office came into special agent White's office without knocking. The two were old friends and always relaxed around one another.
"Hank," White opened, "Someone in town is hiring guns and muscle from the North. Heard anything?"
Martin pulled out his pipe and deliberately filled it before answering.
"Carl, you know this area as well as I do. When something like that goes on, these boys keep every leak sealed tight. What do you think it is?"
"I wish I knew, Hank. It smells bad to me. I'm calling Atlanta for some help this morning."
"That bad, eh?" Martin replied, his voice showing his surprise. He knew that Carl White never called for help unless he was truly worried. In all the years they had worked together, Martin could only remember two similar occasions, once for an expected riot involving a federal judge, and the other time for help on the King case.
"Okay, chief, I'll put my ear to the ground and see what I can find out. Think it might have to do with the campaign for mayor?"
Special agent White smiled.
"That's as good a place as any to start. You must have read my mind, Hank."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ed was handling all the details himself. He didn't particularly like that, but he felt the others were too jittery and on the fence. He'd called Bert two hours ago and told him to meet him down on the old river road, and Ed didn't like to be kept waiting. He glanced at his watch again, noting that Bert was already fifteen minutes late. Ed decided to give him just five more minutes and then he'd leave.
He saw Bert's lights coming down the rough bank from the main highway, and he got out of his Lincoln Continental and walked over to one of the dilapidated picnic benches by the river. Bert parked and hurried over.
"Sorry I'm late, Ed, but that cotton picking Henry Martin dropped by the house and I couldn't shake him," Bert said, out of breath and panting from the short run.
"What did Mr. Martin want?" Ed asked, his mind flashing a caution signal at the mention of the agent's name.
"Nothing. Just one of his routine checks on me. You know, ever since I was Grand Dragon they won't leave my ass alone. They're always around, wanting to know what I'm doing and all that kind of crap! It burns my ass, I can tell you!"
"Did you satisfy Mr. Martin?"
"Sure. Sure, he's no problem."
Ed pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Bert. They both lighted up, Bert still wheezing from his hurried steps to the bench.
"All right. Let's talk about our good friend Harmon," Ed said.
"It's all set. You give the word and we'll put him to rest with his black ancestors."
"Have you worked everything out?" Ed asked.
"Yeah. We hit him while he's walking along the street. One of his black friends has agreed to stop him on the street and set him up for our artillery. The cat's hungry to take Harmon's power, so we don't pay him a cent! We'll pull it in the seventeen hundred block of Cypress like you wanted."
"In the middle of the block on the right hand side of the street?" Ed said.
"Right. We'll make it the perfect setup."
"And the rest?"
"All taken care of," Bert responded with a smile. "Al will be out of town before the hit. He leaves about an hour ahead. The rest we'll have to play by ear, but we've covered every possibility."
"Any trouble anywhere?"
"None, Ed. This one is going very smoothly. Even better than...."
"I thought we agreed never to mention that!" Ed snapped.
"Sure, Ed, sure. I didn't mean anything, you know that!"
"Okay, Bert, okay," Ed replied, calming considerably. "I guess my nerves are a little on edge today. When can we expect brother Harmon to take a walk where we want him?"
Bert smiled, proud of his arrangements. "That's all taken care of, Ed. It cost me a grand, but I can have him on Cypress Street whenever I want him there. You name it. Oh, I forgot, Brother Harmon is going to Montgomery tomorrow for a speaking engagement. Ain't that fancy talk for a nigger trying to cause trouble by getting other niggers upset? Anyway, he'll be back Saturday noon."
"Can you set it up for Saturday afternoon?" Ed asked.
"Can't see why not. You want it for Saturday, Saturday it'll be."
"Do it!"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Linda was worried. Sally had left late the night before, saying she would only be gone for a couple of hours at the most. Wally had argued with her, but Sally went anyway. She said the man she had to see was back in town, and she was determined to see him. They had waited for her, but finally Wally said he was tired and going to get some sleep. Since their several sex orgies, Linda had been allowed to remain free in the room. She was kept naked, but Wally had given in to Sally's pleading and allowed her not to be tied to the bed.
When he had been ready to go to sleep the night before, however, Wally insisted on tying Linda's hands to the headboard of the bed, and she had been tied helplessly there ever since. Wally had come in during the early morning hours and wanted to know where Sally was. When Linda replied that Sally hadn't come home yet, Wally appeared nervous. He left the room grumbling, ignoring Linda's pleas to be untied.
By the time that Wally came back, it was midmorning, and Linda's fears were confirmed by the look on his face.
"That dirty rotten sonofabitch! " he muttered as he walked into the room. "I'll cut his balls off and stuff them down his stinking throat if it's the last thing I do! "
"What's the matter?" Linda pleaded, watching Wally pace back and forth in the room. "What's happened to Sally?"
"She's dead," Wally exploded. "They found her body in the gutter early this morning, her throat cut from ear to ear!"
"No!" Linda screamed desperately. "It can't be! It just can't be!"
Wally threw the paper he carried on the bed. "Read it for yourself!"
"I can't with my hands tied like this," Linda cried almost hysterically. "Untie me. Please untie me. I won't make any trouble!"
"I'll untie you if you'll shut off all that sobbing and screaming," he snarled, quickly undoing the knots.
Linda grabbed the paper as soon as her hands were free. GIRL'S BODY FOUND screamed at her from the banner headline. She read the story, following closely the description and identification of Sally James.
"How horrible!" she groaned. "Why? Why would anybody do that to Sally? Who did it? Who could be that mean?"
"The bastard's name is Charlie Williams," Wally spat. "He's the rotten slob of a pimp Sally used to work for! She went after the bread he owed her, so he slits her throat! I'll get that sonofabitch if it's the last thing I do! I'm gonna cut him up bad, slice his cock and balls off and stuff them down his throat and let him choke on them!"
"That's too good for him," Linda shuddered. "You ever see a bastard die choking on his own nuts?" Wally said. "Well, I did! The mafia did that to a friend of mine in Detroit. He was a bloody mess when they finished with him, and that's what Charlie Williams will be when I get my hands on him!"
Wally stood by the window, glancing through the blinds at the junk-filled back yard. Old, discolored toilets, packing crates, tin cans and a rusted car fender were his garden.
"I have to finish this contract," he muttered to himself, "and then Mr. Charlie Williams and me have an appointment!"
Linda's grief slowly dissolved into a state of panic. With Sally dead, Linda realized her chances for escape were gone. It was only through Sally's pleadings that Linda had gained any freedom at all. She looked at the man standing by the widow and knew there would be no mercy there at all. He was a cold-blooded killer, and Linda was certain he planned to kill her.
For a moment she thought of running. She was free for the moment and she could jump up and dash for the door. She looked at the inviting doorway, gauged the distance and poised her body. Then, with a deep sigh, she relaxed again. Linda knew she could not outrun the muscular man who held her prisoner. Her muscles were weak from inactivity, and his were strong. At best, she'd make it to the end of the corridor before he caught her. Then he would certainly kill her!
Wally was also in a mild state of panic. Sally's death would make waves, waves he didn't need at this particular moment. The fuzz would start checking every angle. Sooner or later they'd wonder who bailed her out of jail. The kid didn't know who Wally was, but it was only a matter of time, Wally knew that. Given enough time, the fuzz would be looking for him. Wally knew he had time, though and that was what he needed most. Somehow, he had to push Al into setting a time for the hit, not longer than a week away. Once the big-time boys knew the fuzz were after him, they'd drop him like a hot potato! There was nothing they had to connect him with Sally, so time was his major ally.
There was another reason for Wally's concern. Sally had figured into his plans. She was to be his kicker, his extra ounce of caution. Wally prided himself that he had been successful in his business because he trusted no one, not even a man like Al who was paying him. Wally always had an ace up his sleeve, and when Sally insisted on remaining in Birmingham he decided she would be that ace. Now he'd have to make other arrangements, and that would mean bringing in some stranger. Wally didn't like that. He wished he could trust the dumb blonde cunt, but Wally knew she'd blow the whistle on him in a minute if she could. Besides, she already knew too much. His ace in the hole wouldn't know a thing, just what Wally told him.
Linda's mind was cloudy, fogged with mists of black danger that dulled her, made her feel like she was losing all contact with reality. She didn't realize it, but Linda had clung to sanity only through the hope of escape with Sally's help. Now she was in a state of shock, her power to reason clouded by her animal desire to survive, to stay alive and breathing.
Sally's words, "Make him feel like a big man in sex," rang through her mind, echoing in her ears. Maybe she could reach him through sex, through his animal desires. Maybe she could buy time. Linda had no idea what time would do for her, but she knew it was important to stay alive. She leaned back on the bed, provocatively spreading her legs and raising one knee so that her crotch was openly exposed.
"Wally," she moaned, "I'm scared. And I'm hot. I need that big cock of yours in me. I want you to fuck me or just let me suck it. I have to have it!"
Wally turned from the window, his eyebrows raised in some surprise.
"You've turned into a regular sex machine, haven't you?" he said, his eyes feasting on the creamy white body invitingly spread before him. He stood still, unmoving as he watched her cup her breasts in her hands and squeeze them at him.
Linda panicked. She saw him standing there and was afraid she wasn't moving him. She jumped off the bed quickly and crossed the room in two quick steps, falling to her knees before him and throwing her arms around his waist.
"Please, please!" she begged. "I must have that cock of yours!"
She rubbed her cheek into his crotch and then quickly unzipped his fly, darting her hand in to grasp his flaccid penis. Wally stood with his hands on his hips while she pulled his cock urgently out of his pants and began kissing it. Linda ran her tongue along the limp shaft, and coming to the purplish head she pulled it between her eager lips. Reaching inside his pants, she cupped his balls in one hand and fondled them while she slowly pulled the length of his cock in her mouth. It had a salty taste and Linda moved it between her tongue and inner cheeks, sucking and wetly kissing it in an effort to make it grow in her mouth.
At first Wally was uninterested in Linda's animal display, his mind too clouded with concern over his own situation to be bothered with sex. Then, looking down at the naked blonde kneeling in front of him hungrily sucking his dick, Wally felt a quickening in his loins. Her golden blonde hair framed against her pale white shoulders thrilled him. And watching her lips and tongue caressing his dark cock caused small beads of perspiration to break out on his brow. That's where you belong, he thought to himself, you proud little bitch, on your knees licking a man's prick! Seeing her grovel before him, desperately eating his cock like a hungry animal, made him smile.
"Eat it, you bitch! " he commanded, and Linda felt his cock begin to swell and harden in her mouth. She had reached him, and now she wanted to make him climax, a climax like he had never had before! Her mouth became a suction pump, pulling, kissing, sucking his growing cock.
Wally unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor. One hand coming back to grab Linda's long blonde tresses and pull her face savagely to his crotch. He had his cock all the way in her mouth, her lips pressed against the rough pubic hair at its base. Linda could feel it pressing against her throat and she tried to pull it even farther inside her mouth. Opening her mouth wider, Linda began stuffing his heavy sack with the swollen balls into it.
Feeling her lips and teeth on his balls while his surging cock was buried deep inside her eager, hungry mouth was too much for Wally. He pushed her roughly to the floor and pulled his pants down. Stepping out of them and leaving them in a heap on the floor, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to his feet.
"Get up, you little bitch!" he ordered. "You want this cock?"
"Yes, yes!" she responded. "Fuck me. Please fuck me!"
"I'll fuck you all right," he said, twisting her body and marching her to the edge of the bed. "You're going to get this hunk of meat up that tight little ass of yours. You want that, don't you."
He had her arm twisted behind her back and gave it a hard shove when she failed to answer.
"You want this fat cock up your ass, don't you?"
"Oh, yes! Yes, please fuck me. Fuck my ass!" she cried, the pain in her arm sweeping through her entire body.
Wally pushed her arm, forcing her to bend forward over the bed. When he released her arm, Linda leaned forward and braced herself on the bed. She began to lower her body, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back to a standing position.
"No, cunt. Not on the bed. We'll feed this hunk of meat to your ass standing up. You bend over and brace yourself, cunt, because you're going to get every inch of this baby up your tail!"
Wally stood back, looking at the long, slender, perfectly proportioned legs tapering to the hairy blonde crotch. The cheeks of her ass were slightly spread, giving Wally a clear view of his little brown target. He moved forward, taking the cheeks of her buttocks in both hands and spreading them roughly. Drops of white liquid oozed from his rigid prick, the thought of pounding the creamy white ass before him exciting him like he had never been before.
"Reach between your legs," he commanded, "and guide that cock to your asshole! "
Linda had her head resting on the mattress, and she could see his hairy legs between hers. She watched the heavy sack hanging down from his surging cock with fascination. She lifted one hand from the mattress, balancing herself on one arm and her shoulder, and reached back between her legs to take his hard rod in her hand. She slowly guided it to the tiny elastic ring between the cheeks of her tail, dreading the pain that she knew was to come, yet strangely pleased that she had brought out his desire for her.
Bringing the head of his cock to her tiny aperture, Linda pulled the foreskin back and moved her hips to meet his thrust. It came quickly and brutally. Wally jerked his hips hard against her ass, impaling her asshole on his turgid cock in one mighty thrust.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhh! " she groaned, the pain racing through her from the foreign invasion of her rectum that stretched it so far beyond its normal size. It felt like someone had rammed a telephone pole up her, splitting the walls of her insides.
"Uuuuuuuuggggggghhhh!" she moaned, the pain more than she could silently bear.
"Stop that moaning and take it like a man!" Wally spat, thrusting his hips against her in piston-like strokes. "And play with those nuts so they can pump you full of juice!"
Linda reached between her legs again, this time cupping his swollen balls in the palm of her hand. She squeezed hard, until she heard him moan, and then eased up, fondling his balls as he jabbed his giant cock up her.
Pain gave way to pleasure for Linda. She felt her own passion begin to mount as her knees almost buckled under his ferocious attack on her ass. His rampaging cock inside her was now translating its passionate strokes through the walls of her vagina. He reached around her waist and dove his hand to her blonde mound. Pulling the thin lips apart with his fingers, he grabbed her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, pulling, twisting and massaging it while he drove his cock relentlessly up her expanded rectum.
"Harder!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder! Aaaaaggghhh! Yes, that's it! Harder! Aaaaaggggghhhhhhh. "
Linda pulled and twisted Wally's balls, pulling his cock as far up her as she could. She felt them begin to swell and throb and knew he was close to release. She thrust her hips back, her muscles jerking and straining against the onslaught of his relentless strokes. She let go of his balls and stretched her hand back further between his legs, managing to wedge her middle finger in his puckered anus. The pain of her finger against his swollen piles drove Wally to a frenzied machine, driving and plunging against her already ravaged cheeks.
He managed to shake her finger free and then began slapping his swollen balls against the cheeks of her ass with frantic, sharp jabs. He pinched her clitoris as hard as he could when he felt his release come. The streaming hot jets of liquid spurted out of his lunging cock, shooting far inside Linda.
"Aaaaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhh" she moaned. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
The room spun around as her knees buckled and she fell forward on the bed, Wally falling on top of her, his prick firmly wedged and impaling her asshole. They laid there, their bodies still except for jerking muscles and heaving chests. Wally lifted his hips and there was a wet slushing noise as he pulled his now deflated cock out of her ass and rolled over on his side.
"Good heavens, you certainly know how to use that cock!" she said, praying that she sounded convincing.
"You liked that, eh?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
Her body was aching and sore, and Linda could feel her blood mingled with his cum trickling down her thigh and leg. Yet she wanted to make the most of his good mood, win him over if she could, gain his confidence. She turned over on her side and scooted down on the bed until her head was at his crotch.
"I want you to fuck me again," she said, "only this time I want this gorgeous cock up my cunt."
Linda let her tongue dart out and begin licking the limp weapon before her. She cupped his balls in her one hand, while her other was used to wrap her fingers around the base of his thick cock. Holding it up, she pulled the head into her mouth, caressing it with her lips as it slid in. Wally watched her golden head framed against his dark crotch for a moment. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to a sitting position and lashed a vicious slap across her face.
"You've had enough cock for now. I don't want you acting like no pig! Besides, I've got some important things to do. I can't worry about that hungry cunt of yours! "
His hand lashed out and landed another vicious slap across her face, turning her cheeks a crimson red and bringing tears welling in her eyes and running down her nose.
"Come on" he commanded, grabbing her wrists. "I have to tie you up while I go out for a while."
Linda sobbed uncontrollably, knowing she had played his game and lost. Dejectedly, she pulled herself to the head of the bed and put her hands up against the headboard. She knew it was useless to resist, and maybe she would have another chance.
Wally threw his clothes on, combed his hair and walked out. Linda, once he was gone, allowed herself the luxury of a good cry.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Wally pulled the Chevy off the road under a tree and reached over to look at the photo Al had given him again.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered to himself, "this is big! These guys don't fool around none!" Wally recognized the tall, handsome Negro leader in the photograph. You'd have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to know who he was, Wally thought. Since the King assassination, this cat had been on TV almost every night and in all the newspapers and magazines. Lots of people were predicting he might make senator, and maybe even President, one day. They're sure shooting high, Wally thought. And in broad daylight on a busy street, yet! These guys sure had guts, and the organization to back it up!
Wally's hand shook and he realized that he was having his first case of nerves. He wanted big time, but this was bigger than Wally had ever dreamed. He'd be famous. If he pulled it off smoothly, the boys up north would have some big contracts for him with lots of bread. No more penny ante stuff, that was for sure!
Al's instructions had been explicit, too explicit. Wally didn't like that. Al said he was to wait until he was past the yellow store, not to shoot until he was past that damned yellow store. When Wally asked why, Al explained that they didn't want to get the man who owned the yellow store involved. Wally argued. That gave him only about twelve feet to make his kill. After that, his vision was blocked by a hairy assed tree! Al remained set, adamant that it had to be after he passed the yellow store.
Wally had to admit they were really set up for the hit, though. They had a bell cow leading the big buck nigger to the slaughter, and it couldn't have been a better setup. What Wally didn't like was that he would have to be so fast and accurate. At best, he'd get two or three shots off quickly. He couldn't afford to miss with those odds.
It briefly crossed Wally's mind that it was all too perfect, and he felt a momentary twinge of pain in his piles. "If that stupid blonde had just kept her lousy finger out of my ass," he cursed aloud! Continuing to think out loud alone in the car, he said, "I'll feel a lot better when I make some arrangements of my own! Old Wally has to look out for number one. I can't take no chances, not even on big time guys like Al."
He drove to the skid row section of Birmingham and hit a bar he'd heard about from some of the boys in Detroit. It was where all the down and out hoods hung out, and Wally was looking for a partner. Several of the men turned to glance at him when he walked in, and Wally gave each one a careful look. He headed for the end of the bar and ordered a beer. He exchanged remarks with several of the men near him at the bar, then pulled the bartender aside.
"I'm looking for a boy who knows how to do what he's told, keep his mouth shut, and drive a car like hell," Wally said. "I don't want no guy who's hot with the fuzz, you know what I mean? Know anyone?"
The bartender looked at Wally carefully.
"Who sent you here?" he asked.
"Pete DeSilva in Detroit," Wally answered. "Old Pete said if I needed anybody you'd be the man to see."
"I might have what you want. You care if he's black or white?"
Wally thought for a moment. The irony of using a Negro touched his sense of humor. He chuckled.
"Black's fine with me."
"How much in it?" the bartender asked.
"I'll need him for a couple of days. A yard a day, two hundred," Wally replied.
"And for the contact?"
"You name it."
"Fifty."
"Deal."
"Sit in the corner booth over there and I'll have Jake down here in less than a half an hour," the bartender said, accepting the two twenties and a ten from Wally.
Wally was on his second beer when Jake arrived and sat down. The Negro was jet black, over six foot four with a hulky frame and giant hams for hands. He was dressed in a dirty white shirt with torn sleeves, olive work pants and tennis shoes with no socks. I'd hate to have him mad at me, Wally thought, looking at the bulging muscles under the stained shirt.
"Mick says you got work for me," Jake said, his voice like a harsh rasp.
"That's right," Wally replied, still gauging his man.
"What I got to do for that kind of money, kill someone?" Jake asked.
"No, boy, all you do is drive a car. And you drive fast as hell. Think you can do that, boy?"
Jake recoiled at the use of the word "boy" but he was used to this and able to hide his feelings.
"The police gonna shoot at me?" Jake persisted.
"Naw, boy," Wally replied, warming to his subject. "Ain't nothing gonna happen to you. I'm using you as a decoy. Ya see, some guys think I'm gonna be driving away from a place in my Chevy. They may follow you, but once they see it's you and not me, they'll turn around and start looking for me. You're going to help me get away from seeing them by buying me a few minutes, got it?"
"And you'll pay me two hundred for this?"
"Right. You on?"
"Mister, I'm on!" Jake replied.
"Let's shag it fast, then, boy. I want to buy a car right away."
Wally handed Jake the keys and let him drive the Chevy. He wanted to see how the boy handled the car and Wally liked the idea of having a driver to take him around. What Wally wanted was a good second hand car he could buy for about five hundred, something that would get him out of town, and something he could sell fast without losing too much. They found the perfect car in a 1962 Ford sedan on the third lot they tried. Wally paid cash and got a bill of sale in his own name. He told Jake to follow him and headed for the house on Chestnut.
Wally had it all figured out. He'd poured over maps for two days. He'd heard out of town on the West side, then double back and take a series of side roads to Atlanta. According to the map, he'd only have to touch the main highway twice, and then only for two or three miles. He knew there would be roadblocks, but it always took them a while to cover the farm roads. They'd hit the main highway first, but he wouldn't be there, he chuckled.
He'd have Jake meet him outside of Atlanta. If Jake made it, that meant there was no double cross set up for him. It also meant the fuzz didn't have a line on him or the car. So, if Jake made it, Wally would dump the Ford fast and head for Miami according to instructions. If Jake didn't make it, Wally would have a whole new set of problems. He'd know they were setting him up, and he'd have to lay low until he could figure out how to handle them.
Wally looked in the rear view mirror and was pleased to see Jake right on his tail in the Chevy. A smile crossed his face. "It always pays to have an ace of your own," he said to himself. Nearing the neighborhood, he pulled over to the curb and got out of the Ford. He walked back to where Jake had pulled in behind him and leaned in the window of the Chevy.
"Let's switch cars, boy," he said to the huge Negro. "You follow me in the Ford. Watch where I park and then go down the street and park around the corner. Lock it and come back to the house, got it?"
"You bet, boss!" said Jake.
They exchanged cars and Wally led Jake down Chestnut Street. Wally grinned with satisfaction when he saw Jake drive the Ford right on by without slowing down. "That boy can take orders," he muttered.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"There's two more errands I want you to run for me, boy," Wally explained as they walked in the front door. "Later on tonight I want you should make a long distance call for me. You can read, can't you?"
"Yes, boss," Jake answered.
"Well, I'll write down who you're to call and what you're to say. You memorize what the man tells you, then you come right back. I think you'd better sleep here tonight. That all right with you?"
"Sure, boss, whatever you say." Jake replied.
"That's good. First thing in the morning, I want you to do something else for me."
Wally led the way through the tiny living room and down the corridor.
"Might as well relax for a while now, Jake," he said. "You can't make my call until after eleven. I want to be sure Art is there when you call."
Wally walked by the room where Linda was tied up. Looking back, he saw Jake standing at the door staring at the nude blonde tied to the bed. The tall Negro's tongue was wetting his lips and Wally saw a huge bulge in his crotch. God, Wally thought, what a tool that black bastard must have! It hung half way to his knee and looked like an iron pipe sticking down in his pants. Wally felt a jerk in his own groin just thinking about a rod that size.
Jake's eyes almost popped out of their sockets and Wally was amused to see the lust on the Negro's face. Bet he's never had a white piece before, Wally mused. Then the memory of Linda's finger up his ass gave Wally an idea.
"Say, Jake," he said. "You ever had a white piece of ass?"
"Naw. They kill black boys for that down here," Jake replied, his eyes still glued to the helpless blonde's naked form on the bed.
"You want you a piece of white ass, Jake?" Wally asked.
"Her?" Jake said, almost in a trance.
"Sure. You want to fuck her, go ahead. And don't worry about her getting you in no trouble. I'll take care of that. Just you see you don't cut her up none, hear?"
"You serious, boss? You mean I can walk in there and fuck her?" Jake asked.
"Sure. Jab her good. Make her know what she's been missing by flipping that white ass at niggers!"
Jake stood transfixed, his eyes glued to the lovely creamy white body before him. All his life he'd wondered what it would be like to sink it in a white woman. He moved his eyes up Linda's legs, over her soft thighs to the golden mound that was exposed before him. He saw the thin red lips of her cunt twitch when she saw him watching her. The blonde cunt fascinated him, held him glued to one spot for minutes. Then his eyes traveled across her flat belly and up her molded rib cage to those heavy, creamy white tits. His tongue whipped out and wet his lips as he gazed at those large globes crested with the small pink nipples. His right hand automatically went to his crotch and grabbed his hard cock through the material of his pants. He rubbed it, trying to ease the pain in his groin.
"Go ahead, Jake, give her a good fucking!" Wally urged. "You better get with it, or I may withdraw the offer, boy."
Linda saw the huge Negro framed in the doorway and shuddered. When she heard Wally urge him to fuck her, Linda began trembling. The thought of that dirty Negro's hands on her body made her sick! She never could stand them, always so dirty, always so sure of themselves! They smelled, and Linda hated what she called "nigger smell." And she could smell this nigger clear across the room! He smelled like he hadn't had a bath in weeks!
When his hand went down to his crotch, Linda's eyes followed it. She gasped, almost out loud, at what she saw there. It looked like he was carrying an axe handle in his pants! Oh, good Lord, spare me this, she prayed.
Jake saw the blonde shudder and tremble when she saw him, and this served to increase his desire. She's one of them white bitches who hates to have a black man even touch her hand, he thought! She needs this black prick of mine right through her!
When Wally threatened to withdraw his offer, Jake lumbered into the room. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Unhooking his belt, he let his pants drop to the floor with a heavy thud. Linda looked at his shiny black, perspiration streaked skin and felt a wave of nausea grip her. Her eyes dropped to his snug jockey shorts, his cock standing straight out like a steel pole and his heavy balls hanging deep down his leg. "Oh, God, no!" she shrieked.
Jake pulled his shorts down and let his giant cock spring into full view. My God, Linda thought, it must be over a foot long, and look at how thick it is! It must be twice as big as Wally's! The filthy beast will kill me with that!
Jake moved slowly around the foot of the bed, never once taking his eyes off Linda's exposed crotch, the thick pink slit fascinating him. He stood over her and reached down to touch her skin. His rough hands slid smoothly over her skin, and at first he was gentle. He ran along one thigh and then the other, glancing back over his shoulder to see if this was some kind of white man's trap. He saw Wally standing in the doorway, urging him on, and he became bolder. His rough fingers raced up the white fleshy thigh to the blonde mound. He roughly pulled the lips of her cunt open and rammed two fingers up her.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Linda screamed.
"Shut up, white bitch!" he snarled, reaching up and cupping one of her tits in his large hand.
Linda was almost hysterical. The feel of those black hands on her defenseless body made her scream and shriek. She twisted and turned, but he held her down with just a portion of his strength.
"What you need, white bitch," he rasped, "is a mouthful of black cock. That'll keep you quiet!"
Jake moved up and leaned over so that his cock was level with Linda's face. She screamed again, turning her head away. He grabbed her hair and cruelly pulled her head back so that his cock was right in front of her mouth.
"Open dat mouth, white bitch!" he snarled, trying to push the head of his cock between her lips. Linda kept her lips shut tight, sobbing out of control and tears running down her face.
"I have just the thing you need, Jake," Wally said, crossing the room and picking up the small box from the medical supply house. He took the rubber objects out and held it up for Jake to see. "I'll help you pry her proud little mouth open and then we'll jam these in so she can't bite you."
Together, the two men forced Linda's mouth open and Wally inserted the rubber pieces. He backed away and waved to Jake to do what he wanted. Jake climbed on the bed, and with cock in hand kneeled down straddling Linda's bound body. He moved up until he was over her face and then began lowering his huge cock to her open lips.
Linda saw the horrid thing coming, its shiny black shaft bulging with dark blue veins and the head oozing a sticky, clear liquid. His balls hung heavy, bouncing against her tits as he lowered himself to fuck her mouth. With his fingers he pulled the foreskin back so that the head popped to almost double its size. The smell was foul, rancid, overpowering. Linda closed off her nose and breathed through her mouth to avoid throwing up.
"White bitch," Jake said, "let's see how you like the taste of a real cock! "
He held his giant rod in his hand and ran it over her face, touching her eyes and pushing the tip up her nose. Then he ran it across her lips, leaving a sticky trail of juice as he went. Next, Jake inserted the tip of his cock between her lips. As wide as her mouth was spread Linda felt her lips give and expand more to receive the giant weapon pressing against them. It was so huge, so swollen, it filled almost the entire opening of her mouth. Her head was held tightly between his giant hands, but Linda tried to squirm and dislodge the giant thing battering against her helpless mouth.
"Here, Jake," Wally said. "I'll give you a hand and hold the cunt's head for you." He got beside her and took her hair in his two hands, pushing her head and face up into the Negro's crotch! Jake thrust hard into her mouth and sunk half his cock inside.
"She's small mouth, boss. That's about all the dick she can take!" Jake said with a crude laugh. "I guess that'll just have to do old Jake."
He began a rhythmic sawing motion, pushing his cock in and out of Linda's mouth. His heavy balls hung clear to her chest, scraping back and forth as he lunged at her. Watching her red lips glide back and forth across his black cock, and knowing he was both hurting and humiliating her, filled Jake with a sense of power he had never known. With each stroke he visualized some injustice he had suffered at the hands of white men, and with each hard thrust he was paying them all back for those injustices.
Linda thought the very roof of her mouth had been ripped open. She desperately tried to bite down with her teeth on the monster invading her helpless mouth, but the rubber devices held her teeth back. She could feel his prick glide back and forth across her teeth, but she was helpless to do anything to him. And the odor! With that huge cock in her mouth, Linda was forced to breath through her nose again. The stench almost gagged her!
Wally felt a pain in his crotch and realized that he was erect. Watching the hard black cock slide into the white mouth through the pink parted lips had him excited. He'd been that way since Jake had dropped his shorts and let his huge cock spring loose. Wally had never seen anything like that before! It was like a giant shaft carved out of ebony, long, thick and tilted slightly upward. And those balls! They were like giant balloons suspended from the black matted crotch!
Jake was fucking Linda's mouth slowly, enjoying every inch of pain and humiliation he was inflicting on her. He looked over and saw the bulge in Wally's pants and laughed. Reaching out with his huge hand, he grabbed Wally's crotch and held his hard cock.
"Come on, boss, let's take care of you while I'm feeding this white bitch some real tasty dark meat!"
He pulled Wally's zipper down and reached in and took the hard prick in his hand. Pulling it free of Wally's fly, he began massaging it while he continued plunging in and out of Linda's mouth.
Wally's first inclination was to reach out and slap the large Negro. He was about to, when he suddenly realized that he liked having the Negro hold his cock and play with it. In fact, Wally was experiencing a different kind of excitement than he ever had before. This wasn't the excitement of hurting someone, of humiliating or being humiliated. This wasn't revenge, real or imaginary. Instead of a stimulation based on pain, Wally felt a warm glow seep through his body. What amazed him most was an overwhelming desire to touch that giant black cock before him, to fondle it, yes-even to kiss it!
He reached out and wrapped his fingers partly around its base while it plunged in and out of the pink lips. Jake smiled, grasping Wally's cock in his fist and pulling the foreskin up and down while he squeezed it. Jake had been both ways many times before. It was like he told that probation officer in high school, "There's no such thing as homosexual or heterosexual where he lived-man, you sexual, or you ain't!"
Jake watched Wally stare at his oversized cock, and the thought of having it plunging into the mouth of the man who kept calling him "boy" appealed to his primitive sense of justice. He pulled it out of Linda's mouth and inched his body forward until his heavy balls were resting on her lips, his dripping wet cock running along her nose and across her forehead.
"Lick them black balls, white bitch!" he commanded. "Lick them good and clean or I'll twist your tit right off!" Jake gave Linda's nipple a cruel twist that caused her to gag a scream. She swiftly darted her tongue out and began licking the wrinkled sack resting on her lips.
Wally stared at the huge black cock framed against the pure white skin of Linda's face. Its tip was now mingled in her golden hair and the blue veins stood out prominently along the shaft. Wally allowed his hand to run along the length of what he now thought of as his "yard of chocolate," pressing gently as it reached the swollen head. His own prick felt like it was about to explode in the giant Negro's hand, and Wally could no longer resist the temptation to caress and kiss his "yard of chocolate." He bent his head down so that his chin was resting in Linda's soft golden hair, planting many little kisses along the long shaft as his lips moved to its blue-brown head.
"Dat's nice, boss," Jake said. "You give old Jake a little cocksucking there!"
Grasping the long shaft firmly in his hand, Wally lifted the heavy prick slightly and placed his lips around the head. It filled the "O" his mouth formed and Wally ran his tongue into the large hole at the very tip of the brown cock. Having it in his mouth made Wally feel like a wild man. He wanted to swallow the shaft and balls whole, consume every inch of the giant penis. All he could manage to do was get five inches of Jake's cock in his mouth. Even then, it was pressing against his throat and threatening to choke him. He had his hand wrapped around the base, and there was still black dick beyond where his hand stretched!
Pulling his lips and cheeks in, Wally began a slow sucking motion. The big brown cock slid in and out of his mouth while he squeezed the base with his firm grip. Wally could feel Linda's hot breath come from her flaring nostrils. It bounced off the giant cock and hit Wally's face. He could see her tongue running all over the skin of the heavy sack that rested on her mouth, and her soft blonde hair tickled his eyes as he moved his head up and down the shaft of Jake's cock.
"Ummmmmmmmmm!" Jake groaned. "Dat's good, boss. You know how a suck a man's cock good! "
Jake was obviously responding to the two mouths working on his prick. He began jerking his hips slightly, trying to ram his hard cock further into Wally's mouth, and he countered Wally's moving head with strokes of his own. Linda knew he was getting close to climax because she felt his balls begin to swell and throb. She desperately wanted him to cum in Wally's mouth so that she would be spared the impaling on that telephone pole he carried for a weapon. Her tongue began frantic movements in an effort to hurry the Negro's climax, but suddenly Jake lifted his body and pulled his cock out of Wally's mouth.
"Man, boss, you got me all hot and ready to shoot!" he exclaimed. "I just gotta shoot my load in this white bitch's twat!"
He positioned himself on his knees between Linda's soft thighs and roughly pulled her legs apart to expose her helpless cunt to his onslaught. She saw him there, his mouth half-open and saliva dripping from its corners, his eyes glued on her exposed cunt and his tremendous cock poised above her, and she almost fainted. "I'd rather be ravaged by a dog!" she managed to groan.
"Ain't no dogs with hard cocks around, white bitch, so I guess you'll have to put up with this big black nigger," Jake said with a sadistic laugh. "And if that white cunt of yours is used to dog's cocks, I reckon it might just have to open up a bit for this man's cock!"
With one hand he guided his monstrous weapon to the thin pink lips of her exposed vagina. He found the hole and inserted his cock with one hard thrust. The thin lips spread wide to make room for the giant machine and the fleshy interior turned a deep red from the irritation and strain, appearing to frame the black head of Jake's cock in blood.
"Aaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" shouted Linda as Jake gave a mighty heave with his hips and sunk two inches of his swollen cock up her cunt.
"Oh, baby," Jake moaned. "This is one small cunt you got! We gonna have to work this old cock of Jake's in inch by inch! "
He heaved again, this time lodging it another two inches inside Linda. She screamed as the pain ripped through her body. Her fingernails brought blood driving into the palms of her hands and she kicked her legs against the old mattress in an effort to dislodge the monster inside her.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, "I can't stand it!"
"You'll stand it, white bitch," Jake snapped, "and lots more of it. Won't she, boss?"
Wally had ripped his shirt off and was unbuckling his belt. The sight of that huge cock only part way up Linda's virginal cunt with the Negro's hips heaving hard into her sent chills running down his spine. His own prick was as hard as a rock, and he wanted more of Jake's big cock! Jake saw the look in Wally's eyes and laughed.
"Boss," he said, "you gets your ass behind me and ram that nice white cock of yours up my tail while I'm fucking this white bitch! Maybe you can help me drive this old cock of Jake's all the way up her. Come on, boss, you fuck me while I fuck her! "
Jake's lewd suggestion hit Wally Mastin like a ton of bricks! That was exactly what he wanted, to ram his cock up that nigger's ass, but he hadn't thought of it until Jake made his suggestion. He wheeled his body off the bed and came around behind Jake. Climbing on the bed on his knees, Wally positioned himself behind the giant black body and grasped the surging waist between his strong hands. He scooted up and pressed his cock between Jake's cheeks.
"That's it, boss," Jake cried. "You cornhole the hell out of old Jake and help me sink this rod into the white bitch!"
Jake wiggled his hips suggestively and Wally moved up. He placed his cock against the big brown hole and shoved hard until the head popped inside the elastic ring guarding the entrance. Then he literally fell on Jake, pushing his cock deep inside the Negro's body, pumping his hips like two pistons and slapping his balls against the muscular black cheeks that moved up and down before him.
Linda felt the weight of the two heavy bodies on top of her and was certain every bone in her small body would crack and break. The wedge between her legs was killing her. She felt the skin around the lips of her cunt break and begin bleeding, unable to stretch any further. She felt the walls of her vagina split and begin bleeding as he rammed his cock further and further up her. Linda was sobbing beyond control, tears running down her strained cheeks: The rubber devices were still in her mouth, forcing it open and allowing streams of tears to fall unchecked into her mouth. Their salty taste permeated Linda's lips and tongue as she sobbed and cried hysterically from the horrible pain between her legs.
Wally timed himself to thrust his cock forward with each hard stroke Jake delivered to Linda's cunt. Jake would pull back and then lunge forward in a vicious thrust, Wally following so that their bodies made a loud slap as they buried into Linda's.
"Aaaaaayyyyyyyyyy!" Linda screamed as the final two inches of Jake's hard cock thrust into her. She felt fits head beating against her cervix, bruising her entire vagina as it punished her with plunging stabs. The motions became frantic and the three bodies bore down into the mattress, heaving and beating against each other relentlessly. Jake fell forward, his heavy frame crushing her helpless breasts beneath him. He buried his head in Linda's hair and then began planting slobbering kisses all over her face, running his tongue into her mouth and rubbing it against hers.
"Watch out folks!" he screamed. "This black boy's getting his ashes hauled!"
Linda felt the molten hot jets spurting from his rampaging cock. It scalded her insides, flowing around his prick and touching every inch of her vagina.
Wally saw the sturdy hips before him quiver and contract. He fell on Jake, running his cock all the way up his ass and beating his back with clenched fists.
"Jeeeeeeeesssssssssuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssss CheeeeeeeerrrrrrriiiiiissssssssssssssT! " Wally moaned, his climax, beginning at his toes and working its way up his body. He felt like every ounce of fluid in his body was being drawn out of his surging cock and flowing into the Negro's asshole. He ground forward crunching his balls into Jake's heavy sack, the four balls throbbing in unison as they pumped away.
Linda was beyond pleasure. The huge cock had ripped her open and inflicted pain that dulled her to any possible pleasure. And when the pain became too intense, Linda fainted. Her body went limp and her mind relaxed for the first time in two hours.
When she regained consciousness, Linda found herself still tied to the bed. She was lying in a pool of Jake's thick cum, the juice oozing between her cheeks and dripping from her thighs. Wally was standing by the side of the bed, his hard cock standing straight out in front of him. Jake was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward and wrapping his mouth around Wally's cock. His hands cupped Wally's balls as the heavy slurping sound of his mouth on the white cock resounded through the room. Linda stretched her legs out, trying to escape the wet sticky pool of cum. Jake heard her and looked up from his job of blowing Wally.
"Look, boss, the white bitch is back with us!" he exclaimed. "Reckon it's time we gave her some more?"
Wally was reluctant to let the Negro stop what he was doing. The heavy, thick black lips around his cock gave him a rare sensation, and he wanted to unload his balls in Jake's mouth. He didn't want the nigger to think he was a queer, though, so he grunted his approval.
"Let's make us a sandwich out of her white ass, boss," Jake said eagerly. "I takes one hole and you takes the other. How about that, a white cunt sandwich?"
"Okay," Wally grunted.
"You grabs her ass and I'll take that cunt," Jake said. "It should be stretched enough for old Jake's cock now."
Jake reached up and untied Linda's hand, saying, "She don't need this no more. She makes one move and we cut her tits off, right boss?"
Together, the two men turned Linda on her side. Wally got behind her and Jake positioned himself between her legs. He took her upper leg and held it high in the air while he guided his cock to her cum soaked cunt. One jab of his hips and he was sunk deep inside her. "Aaaaauuuughhhh!" she moaned.
"Shit, white bitch, dat weren't much of a scream," Jake laughed. "Cunt must be getting opened up some, huh?"
The contrast between the shiny black and creamy white bodies before him sent Wally reeling. He brutally grabbed the cheeks of Linda's ass and spread them, exposing the tiny starfish that was to be the target of his assault. Swiftly he slid his body forward and pressed the head of his cock against the brown opening. The tiny muscles in Linda's anus contracted, refusing him entrance for a moment. Wally reached down and brutally shoved his middle finger up her asshole. Pulling it out, he rammed his cock up the same passage, Linda's power to resist gone now.
Wally felt his cock run against Jake's steel-like rod as the two collided, separated only by the thin wall of Linda's vagina.
"Aaaaaayyyyyyy!" she moaned, the pain of double entry hurting beyond anything she had yet endured.
Jake's long arms reached out and embraced Wally, imprisoning Linda's helpless body between them. He squeezed, pushing his cock harder inside her and pulling Wally a quarter of an inch further up her ass.
Linda fainted.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Agent Morris rushed into his superior's office.
"Chief," he said, "I've got him pegged. He's holed up in a shack on Chestnut Street. It's a dump in that shantytown near the seventeen hundred block of Cypress. I'm filing a complete written on it, but I thought you'd want to know."
Special agent White moved to the wall map of Birmingham and began tracing his finger along Cypress Street.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Yes sir," Morris replied. "He bought a car, a 1962 Ford. That's who I traced him to the Chestnut Street shack. The dealer called the Birmingham police thinking the hundred dollar bills Mastin used for the purchase were counterfeit. They called our office and I ran out there. Mastin's picked up a Negro male who is driving him around. We haven't got a make on him yet, but we should have before long."
"Was the money good?" White asked.
"Grade A, Regular issue. I calmed the dealer down and got a lead on Mastin and let it go at that."
"Good," White answered. "Someone watching the Chestnut Street location now?"
"Jim, the Atlanta man, has it now. I relieve him at three this afternoon."
"Ask Jim to stay on with you. I've got a feeling something is about to break. When it does, we have to move fast. Find out who that Negro is and what kind of record he's got."
Special agent White sat back at his desk and went over several reports. It was beginning to add up. Agent Martin was positive that Bert was up to something. He said the interview was rushed, that Bert was nervous and in a hurry to leave. He followed him, but Bert lost him near the old river road. A search of Alfredo Lisi's room when he was out produced little, except a .38 police special and twenty-five thousand dollars in one hundred dollar bills stashed away in a drawer. Now, the report on Mastin, the Negro and the car.
If the laws weren't so restrictive on enforcement agencies, White mused, I'd nip this in the bud right now by picking up Mastin, Lisi and Bert. They'd holler bloody murder and the liberals and the press would jump to their side immediately. The man in Washington would have heads for something like that, White grinned. Well, he mused, I suppose we'll just have to wait until the crime, whatever it is, is committed before we can move. Once, he thought, just one time I'd like to prevent a crime instead of chasing the criminal!
CHAPTER TWENTY
The phone call, all about some cat named Charlie Williams and where the boss could locate him, was no trouble at all. But Jake didn't like the part about buying the gun. Even buying it from his old friend Slim Jacobs who ran the secondhand shop wasn't safe, Jake thought. What if that crazy white man kills somebody with this gun? Old Jake's ass will really bum if that happens! Jake bought the gun, nevertheless, and brought it back to the shack on Chestnut Street wrapped in newspaper like a large fish.
Wally had him dismantle the rifle and stash it behind the spare tire in the Ford. He carefully explained to the giant Negro what he wanted him to do that afternoon. Wally told him to wait until he shouted and then to jump in the Chevy and burn rubber. He gave Jake an exact route to follow, but told him he could change it up some if he had to. Then Wally wrote the address of a bar on the outskirts of Atlanta on a piece of paper and made Jake place it in his pocket.
"We'll meet there at ten o'clock tonight," Wally said as they went back in the house. "You make it before ten o'clock and I'll have an extra hundred waiting for you. You can hop a bus and be back here in the morning. Might as well relax now. It'll be a few hours before we can get moving."
"How about another fucking session with that white bitch back there?" Jake asked, a huge grin spreading across his face.
"Lay off that stuff, boy," Wally replied. "And I mean that! No fucking around with her, you read me?"
Jake was surprised at the serious, almost mean, tone in Wally's voice. Last night he'd been happy to see the white bitch split wide open. Now he gets mad because I want to sink it in her again.
"Sure, boss, whatever you say," Jake replied, the grin quickly vanishing from his black face.
Wally didn't want to take any chances. Everything was close now, and he didn't want his ace in the hole all gassed out from fucking the proud little bitch. He knew he had to deal with Linda, but not here. Wally Mastin was too cautious for that!
"Jake, I want you to tie her hands and feet. Tie them good so she can't move. Then cover her with something and dump her on the back floor of the Ford. Don't do it now. I don't want no one finding her there. You wait until I tell you I'll give you a half hour's warning and that should be plenty of time to tie her up and get her to the car."
"Yes sir, boss."
"Relax, Jake," Wally said. "I'm going up on the roof for a while. Catch some shuteye, you'll need all your energy for that drive this afternoon."
Wally went out the back door and Jake heard him climbing the wall to get on the roof. Jake wandered through the house, aimlessly searching for something that might be worth stealing. Passing the door to where Linda was tied to the bed, he stopped and stood staring at her naked body.
Linda saw him framed in the doorway and shrieked, "Get away from me you ugly beast!"
Jake acted instantly. He was afraid Wally would hear her screams and blame him for something he hadn't done. And he was filled with anger at the haughty white bitch's reference to him as an "ugly beast." He ran into the room and clumped his hand over her mouth. She bit the palm of his hand hard and drew blood. He lifted his other hand and slapped her across the face as hard as he could. There was a brilliant burst of color in front of Linda's eyes. The vicious and brutal slap knocked her almost unconscious, made her lips swell and blood run from her nose. Instinctively, her knee came up sharply and caught the huge Negro in the groin. He doubled up momentarily and then brought himself erect.
"If that's the way you want to play, white trash," he whispered fiercely, "we'll just settle that white cunt of yours for you!"
Holding her in a firm grasp, he reached up and untied her hands one by one. Then he turned her over on the bed and held her down on the bed while he lashed her ankles to the same headboard that had so long held her hands prisoner.
"Now you gonna get the full black load up that lily-white ass of yours, white bitch!" he whispered harshly. "I'm gonna ream you a whole new asshole, white trash!"
Linda started to scream, but Jake wrapped one hand around her neck and began squeezing the air out of her lungs while he pulled his pants and shorts down with the other. Linda was helpless. He had her arms tucked under her and she was laying on her belly. Her ankles were six inches off the bed and her legs spread wide. Jake looked down on those luscious, soft white cheeks and his mouth watered. He'd teach her a lesson she'd never forget.
Holding his immense cock in his hand, he climbed between her bound legs and placed himself on his knees. He lowered his heavy frame and guided his huge cock to her puckered anus. Rubbing it against the small brown opening, he managed to wedge the very tip inside the elastic ring. Then, with a hard jab of his hips he sent his surging cock several inches up Linda's contracting rectum.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed as pain shot up her ass and through her body.
Jake quickly capped his hand over her mouth and began brutal jabs, wedging his cock higher and higher up her ass. Linda almost fainted from the pain. She felt him touch bottom and then his balls began slapping against her open cunt.
"That's about as tight as old Jake has had it, white cunt," he whispered, his excitement obvious.
Linda felt his muscular thighs pressing against her own, his knees pushing the mattress down, the buckle of his belt on his pants which hung near his knees almost breaking the skin on her soft inner thigh. She tried to bite his hand, but he held her mouth in such a way she couldn't move her teeth. There was a warm, sticky liquid oozing from her ass and running down across her cunt, and Linda knew it had to be her blood. She was certain that he had broken her tender skin with his giant weapon. The pain of his cock within her ass was not subsiding as it had when Wally made her receive him that way.
Then she felt him increase his tempo and she knew he was close.
"Hot dammmmmmmmnnnnn!" he exclaimed softly, shooting jets of hot cum up her ass. "Oh, yes, white bitch, that was good for old Jake!"
For one moment Jake relaxed his hold on her mouth and Linda quickly sunk her teeth deep into his hand, breaking the skin and bringing blood gushing forth.
"Oooooowwwwwwww!" he shouted.
"You dirty filthy beast," Linda sobbed. "You're nothing but an animal, a filthy animal!"
Jake jumped up, his eyes blazing and his nostrils flared.
"Don't you call me no animal, you white trash!" he snapped.
He started to hit her, then thought better of it. Grabbing his now limp penis in his hand, Jake aimed it at her outstretched body from a standing position. A hot stream of steaming yellow liquid began flowing and Jake guided it from one end of her body to the other. He soaked her golden hair, her face, her back, her buttocks and even her feet in his foul-smelling urine.
"That's what you good for, white trash!" he laughed. "You good for a nigger to piss on."
Linda screamed. It was a loud, ear-piercing howl. Jake looked up quickly, hearing gravel crunch on the roof above. He knew Wally would kill him for disobeying. He cursed himself. All for one lousy piece of white tail he'd blown a two hundred dollar job! Pulling his pants up with one hand, he fled the room and hurried down the corridor.
"What's going on down there?" Wally's voice ran through the open window.
Linda thought quickly. Not yet fully recognizing that her hands were free, she thought she might be able to use the Negro and his fear of Wally to save her life and help her escape.
"Nothing," she said as loudly as she could. "I just woke up from a bad dream, that's all."
"Well, keep it quiet down there!" Wally's obviously relieved voice came back. "Jake, you keep her quiet, you hear?"
Linda waited for Jake's reply and then realized he must have fled the house. She mumbled something as low in her throat as she could. It seemed to satisfy Wally. She heard his footsteps moving back across the roof.
It took her a moment to realize that her hands were free. Linda was in a state of deep shock, her entire nervous system gone. When she reached up to scratch her cheek, she suddenly recognized that her hands were not tied. It was a few moments more before it dawned on her that she might be able to use her free hands to untie the ropes on her feet. What seemed simple turned out to be complicated and difficult for the weak girl. Her position was such that she had to bend her body double, bringing her head and shoulders beneath her. Slowly, with great effort, her hands went to work on the ropes that held her feet.
When she finally accomplished her freedom, Linda sat on the bed rubbing the circulation back into her ankles. She looked at her body, terrified at the amount of blood on the mattress. There were red streaks down her legs where the blood had been flowing from her ravaged anus and Linda looked desperately around the room for something to wipe herself clean. There was nothing, not one stitch of cloth in the room!
"Okay, Jake," Wally's voice came through the window, "tie her up and get her to the car!"
Linda grumbled deep in her throat, then screamed a loud, "No!"
"And keep her quiet!" Wally shouted in a hoarse whisper.
Linda moved quickly. She ran out in the hall and started down the corridor. Then, realizing she was naked, ran back to the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain from its hooks. It was transparent and offered small cover for her body, but to Linda it was better than nothing. She ran back down the corridor and out the front door, which was still open from Jake's rapid departure.
Running blindly down the street crying hysterically, Linda failed to see the car parked at the curb. When a man in a business suit stepped out and tried to grab her arm, Linda screamed and ran away.
Thirty minutes later, Linda was in the receiving room of the emergency hospital. The two policemen who had picked her up and taken her there were ordered to stand by.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Agent Martin hurried into Carl White's office after receiving the relayed report on the Chestnut Street house.
"Chief," he said, slightly out of breath, "things are beginning to happen on the stake out. This may sound crazy, but I'll relay it as I received it. Our Atlanta man called in two separate reports. The first was about twenty minutes ago. A Negro male came rushing out of the front door of the Chestnut Street address. He was in a hell of a hurry, like a dragon was on his tail, and made tracks down the street and over to Cypress where he jumped a downtown bus. There were stains on the front of his pants. It could have been blood, but our men couldn't get close enough to tell. The Negro was really moving."
"Blood?" special agent White commented.
"We're not sure of that, chief. Jim was about twenty feet from the suspect at the closest point. He thinks it might have been blood. Anyway, Bill Morris took the called report and jumped in a car to head right out there. He told me to tell you he was going to appraise the situation and would call in."
Agent Martin sat down and pulled his ever faithful pipe out.
"Then," he continued, "just now Jim called in again. A white female in her early twenties just ran out of the same house. She was naked and definitely blood stained, covered only with a transparent shower curtain."
"A shower curtain?" White said.
"That's what he said, a shower curtain. I questioned that myself, but he was certain it was a shower curtain. She ran right by his car and he stepped out to see if he could grab her. She screamed when she saw him and ran away. Bill Morris hadn't arrived yet, but he should be there now."
"What in God's name is going on over there?" WTiite said, his voice clearly showing his concern.
"Should we move in?" Martin asked.
"Not yet," White replied. "Get in contact with Morris there and have him call the Birmingham police on the girl. Running the streets in broad daylight with nothing but a shower curtain, she should be easy to locate. Have her picked up and get one of our men down there to question her."
Martin stood, ready to leave and make the call.
"I guess we'd better get some more men in that neighborhood," special agent White continued. "This is beginning to sound like a three-ring circus. Where are John and Pete?"
"They're still on Lisi, at least last I heard," Martin responded.
Just then the phone rang on White's desk. He picked up the receiver and listened for a moment, then cupped his hand over the mouthpiece and said, "It's Pete. Lisi's blowing town. Go on and make that call to Morris. I'll handle Pete here."
White spoke into the phone again as Martin left the office. He listened for a few moments and then asked, "Where are you?"
"On a side street near 125th," Pete responded. "Lisi just stopped to fill his tank. He asked the attendant if he was on the right road for Huntsville, and how to get from there to the main highway north. He packed everything in the room and has it in the car. My guess is he's on his way out. Shall we pick him up?"
"On what charge?" White muttered. "No, Pete, we haven't got anything to hang on him. Have John keep on his tail and call in every hour or so. You break there and grab a taxi to get over to the Chestnut Street area. Check in with Jim or Bill Morris when you get there. Things are breaking pretty fast there and they may need some help."
White's words were prophetic.
Wally kneeled in the shooting stand he had painstakingly built out of old packing crates and boxes. He was completely concealed from the street, thus preventing anyone seeing or interfering with him. Wally had spent three nights building his stand, but it was perfect for his purpose.
The summer sun beat down on him, causing beads of perspiration to form on his forehead and run down his cheek. He occasionally wiped his brow to keep the perspiration out of his eyes. The sun was so bright it made him squint, and he didn't need anything else to blur or hamper his vision at this point! Swinging the rifle with its high-powered scope over the twelve inch opening, Wally was able to take it more than half the seventeen hundred block of Cypress.
He glanced at his watch again. His muscles tensed slightly as he saw that it was two minutes until the time Al had set for the hit. He swept the street again. His hand tightened on the grip and he froze the sight on a doorway at the far end of his field of vision. Some men were coming out. They were well dressed, and all as black as the ace of spades! Wally recognized his target as the man in the center. Tall, slightly graying temples, broad shoulders-that was him all right!
The men moved slowly down the street, coming toward Wally, his target staying in the center between the two other men. Wally kept his target in the center of the crosshairs of his sight. In a few seconds they would be abreast of the yellow store. As soon as they passed that, Wally would squeeze the trigger and keep firing until his man was down.
Just before they reached the yellow store, two of the men, Wally's target and the man on his right, stopped to talk for a moment in animated conversation while the other man went slowly on. When the third man was a few feet ahead, the man with Wally's target moved aside and waved to someone across the street. "Come on!" Wally muttered just before the shot rang out, followed quickly by a second and then a third. The target, still in Wally's sights, spun around twice and then fell to the pavement. Wally's mouth fell open as he saw a pool of blood rapidly spreading around the victim's head. Unbelieving, Wally's hand shot to the barrel of his rifle. It was cold. He knew he hadn't fired, but he couldn't believe his senses at that point. Somebody had beaten him to the punch!
Things happened fast after that. A crowd of people formed around the fallen man, some shouting, others waving their arms frantically. Wally knew he did not have time to analyze what had happened. The first thing to do was get the hell out of there! He heard the first siren as he dropped the rifle and jumped down to the wall. "Burn rubber!" he screamed to Jake as he jumped from the wall to the back yard.
Wally ran through the empty house and out the front door. He froze for a moment when he saw the Chevy parked at the curb and no sign of Jake anywhere. "Where is that stupid sonofabitch!" he cursed. Knowing he couldn't stop then, Wally began running across the unkempt yard and down the street. Suddenly he saw a man jump out of a car and start toward him. Wally turned and began running in the opposite direction, but a man came out from behind the corner of a house and placed himself directly in Wally's path. Taking the only open course, Wally ran across Chestnut Street, but the two men quickly closed the triangle and converged on him. When Wally saw they both had drawn guns, he stopped and raised his hands. One man covered him while the other searched him quickly, then they handcuffed his hands behind his back.
"Look, Bill," Jim said quickly, "there's somebody else on that roof."
He pointed to the house Wally had spent the week in and Wally followed their gaze to the roof. He saw a figure jump down to the wall and disappear in the back yard.
"Hold this one," Bill said, "and I'll see if I can catch the other.
Jim hustled Wally off down the street and put him in the back seat of the gray sedan. Ten minutes went by before agent Bill Morris returned. He was carrying a rifle. Wally could have shouted for joy. That rifle would prove him innocent! He was about to say something when he remembered the cardinal rule, "Keep your mouth shut until you have a lawyer!"
"No sign of the other one," Bill said, "but this will prove to be the murder weapon unless I miss my guess. It's been fired very recently, and there are three shells missing from the clip."
"What?" Wally asked incredulously.
Agent Martin burst into special agent White's office.
"Harmon was just hit in the seventeen hundred block of Cypress, chief," he said breathlessly. "Jim and Bill picked up Mastin running from the house right afterward. Bill says he's pretty sure they have the weapon, a high-powered rifle that's been fired recently."
"How serious is Harmon?" White asked. "Dead. Died instantly."
White sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair. Another assassination; one he could have prevented if they would allow him to move before a crime was committed! Would he ever get over feeling partly responsible when things like this happened?
"Bill wants to know where you want Mastin. Want him taken to the federal marshal?"
"No." White replied. "Have them take him down to the Birmingham police. It's their case. Just be sure we get credit with the press for the arrest, you know how the Director is about that!"
Martin turned to leave the office.
"And, Martin, you'd better go over to the chief of police and brief him on everything we have on the case so far. Don't mention our suspicions about Bert, though. We'll follow that up ourselves from the more objective view. And you better have John pick up Lisi as soon as he calls in again. Have him brought down here on a secret weapons charge. I'm sure I'll be on the phone the rest of the morning with Washington."
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Wally Mastin was taken into the City Jail under heavy guard. Somehow, the press had word of his capture and flashbulbs popped right and left as the two agents guided him up the stairs and down the corridor. Newsmen asked for a story and agent Morris told them he would be back in a few moments with an official statement. Officers had to hold the press back as Wally was escorted to the large room behind steel bars where he would be fingerprinted and booked.
One trustee looked up with special interest when Wally was brought in for routine fingerprinting and processing. He poised behind his typewriter and asked the standard questions when Wally was brought to his position at the counter. When the officer with Wally stepped back to talk to a detective for a moment, the trustee whispered to Wally quickly.
"Al said to tell you it was a good job. He'll have you out of here in a couple of hours. He wants you in the sick bay right away. Take this now, it'll give you a fever and we can get you sent right to sick bay."
He pushed a small capsule out from under his typewriter and Wally put his hand over it. What organization, Wally thought! They've got it all arranged for me, and they've got their own men right in the City Jail! He pretended to cough, put his hand to his mouth and quickly swallowed the capsule. Then Wally moved down the line and put his hand out for the routine fingerprinting.
Linda Holmes spent forty minutes in surgery. Her colon was severely damaged and she was hemorrhaging. Two doctors worked as quickly and carefully as they could to repair the damage to her ravaged body.
When the surgeon came out of the operating room he was met by a man with official identification from the government.
"Will she live?" the man asked.
"She'll live, but her body will be some time mending," the surgeon replied. "I can't tell you much about her mind, though. She was in a deep state of shock when she was admitted. There's no telling how seriously this whole ordeal may affect her psychologically."
"When can she be questioned?" the agent asked.
"Probably not until sometime tonight, or maybe even tomorrow," the surgeon replied, lighting a cigarette to calm his tense nerves after the long operation. "Even then, I won't guarantee she'll be much help. That depends on her state of shock and how she reacts to the anesthetic. I'm afraid you boys will have to be patient on this one. Can you tell me what happened to her?"
"Sorry," the agent replied. "I'd like to, but...."
"But you can't. I know, I've heard that a number of times. You can't tell me, but I can go out on the corner and buy a paper and get the whole story, right?"
Bert sat by the telephone, anxiously waiting for word he could relay to Ed. When it rang he jumped, his nerves slightly on edge. He picked up the receiver and listened to one word from the familiar voice at the other end. A satisfied smile crossed his face as he hung up and then lifted the receiver and dialed Ed's number.
Ed and his wife were hosting a large lawn party with over forty guests. He took the phone from the Negro butler and listened to Bert's voice.
"It's all complete, Ed," Bert said. "All complete, with no loose ends."
Ed hung up without saying a word, handed the phone back to the butler and walked over to Malcomb and Henry who were talking together near the rose bed. He winked and nodded his head, then walked on to find some of the others.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Special agent White frowned. "How?" he asked into the phone. The men sitting in his office watched while his expression of displeasure increased as he listened to the voice at the other end of the line. "When?" he said again into the phone. "Okay," he said, slamming the receiver back to the cradle and leaning back in his chair.
"Wally Mastin is dead!" White announced to the agents gathered in his office.
"What?" Bill Morris said, unable to believe the man he had left, just minutes ago was now dead.
"How?" chimed in Jim, the agent from Atlanta.
"Are you serious?" asked Martin.
"Okay, okay," special agent White said to the men who were now all talking at once. "That was Larry over at police headquarters. Mastin had a seizure right after he was fingerprinted. He screamed and suddenly keeled over dead. They're pretty sure it was poison, and they're going to conduct an autopsy right away."
"Self administered?" Martin asked.
"My ass!" White replied, but that's not for any report. "Bill, you said Mastin was surprised when you told him the rifle had been fired recently?"
"Right!" Bill responded. "He acted like I had hit him with a club."
"My guess is that he never fired that rifle," White said. "It looks like our boy Mastin was the patsy all along. They set him up for us, fattened him up like a Christmas goose and served him up to us!"
He stood and walked around the room to the wall map.
"Yes sir, he was our whipping boy right from the start. I doubt we'll ever get the real boys behind this, but we're sure going to give it the old college try. Bill, you get over to the City Jail and go over Mastin's movements with a fine tooth comb. Someone gave him that poison, and I want to know who it was. Tell no one what you're doing. No one, understand!"
"Yes sir!" Bill replied.
"Martin," White continued, "you hound Bert until he shivers from being in the cold of your shadow. Don't even let him go to the bathroom alone!"
"Check, chief. I'll become his alter ego!"
The two men left the office and Jim stood waiting for any orders White might have for him.
"Do you think we'll get them, sir?" he asked.
"No. Jim, I don't. They threw us some bait and we took it. You'd think we'd learn after the last two assassinations, but that's one thing about a democracy-you're free to make the same mistakes over and over again. Wally Mastin, for all intents and purposes, will go on record as the assassin in this case, but I'll give you five to one he was like Oswald, he never fired a shot!"
