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 Buried Treasure

   by Ozmanga

   Chapter 3

   It took over two hours before the Ford had been unloaded and parked out
of view behind the hut, the fire lit, and breakfast of bacon, eggs and
beans cooked and eaten.  April, still wearing only shoes and stockings, was
no great help but she stuck to Carmen like an idiot sister.  Carmen
understood how frightened their blonde captive must be but was irritated by
the accountant's constant presence at her elbow.  Carmen was almost happy
when they finished the washing up and Skull grabbed April by an arm and
dragged her behind the hessian drapes for a post breakfast quickie.  The
rapist failed to close the curtains completely.  Carmen and Max were able
to see Skull's tattooed back as he smacked April's naked buttocks before he
ruthlessly fucked his captive from the rear.  Her cries were not of
pleasure.

   "Let's step outside," said Max.  "Give Skull and his woman a bit of
space."

   The summer sun was up and beginning to warm the front of the hut.  The
mountain air was clear and sweet.  The silence was broken only by birdsong,
the distant splashing of the waterfall and the grunts and screams of the
latest rape in progress.

   "You'll have to look after April, while we dig," said Max." Keep her
naked.  She'll be less likely to try and run.  At least she'll keep Skull
happy for a while."

   Carmen wasn't pleased at being given the job of slave-mistress.  She
scowled.

   "The adit is along the track, over the bridge." He pointed to his right.

   "What's an 'adit'?" said Carmen..

   "It's the way into to the mine Grandpa thought would make his fortune.
It was his, and later my, secret.  No gold, but it kept him busy in his old
age.  When he died he left it to me.  After the robbery I drove the van
with the money in it about twenty paces into the mine and used a bit of
jelly to bring down the roof at the entrance.  Should be able to dig a
passage to the van big enough to get the bags out in a couple of days."

   "Two days?  Without a bathroom?  I could do with a shower now.  In two
days we'll all be ripe."

   "There's a deep trench latrine behind the hut and you can bathe in the
pool under the little waterfall.  Make sure you get the drinking water from
the fall itself." He reached out to stroke his wife's pale yellow hair. 
"Two days.  Then we can start a new life.  You can manage for a bit longer,
can't you?"

   ***

   The two men started to dig that morning.  Carmen and April watched as
Max and Skull started to move rocks and soil from the pile of rubble at the
mine's collapsed entrance.  The men used their bare hands and the shovels
and lever bought at the supermarket the day before.  The idea was to drive
a tunnel into the mine's entrance big enough to crawl through until they
reached the hidden van with its cargo of five million dollars.

   Max salvaged timber from the rubble to shore up the tunnel."Can't be too
careful," he said.  "I wouldn't want to have a rock-fall when Skull and I
was in there." He jerked his thumb at the narrow passage they had started
to create.  "How about you two ladies getting cleaned up and then getting
us something to eat and drink around noon.  We'll work until nightfall and
have our main meal then.  Okay?"

   Carmen nodded.  As she led April away Skull called out, "Hey, Carmen, if
my fuck-toy doesn't do as she's told whip her ass." Carmen pretended not to
hear.  April looked frightened as Carmen led her back to the hut.

   "I've got soap, shampoo, a wash cloth and a sponge.  Let's see what
you've got in your suitcases.  You can get out of those ruined stockings
and and we can have a shower under the waterfall," said Carmen briskly. 
April, after a moment's pause, responded quickly and opened one of the
leather suitcases to find two large, soft, towels and a zipper-bag full of
toiletries.

   "You wouldn't, would you?" she asked Carmen.

   "Wouldn't what?" said the pole-dancer as she headed for the door.

   "Whip my beat me," April whispered fearfully.

   Carmen looked at the naked captive.  Part of her repertoire had been a
"Lady With the Lash" act with one of her sister dancers.  The routine
always made her juices run and she had fantasised about what she could do
with her pretending-to-cringe victim if she was not on stage and in front
of an audience.  Now she surprised herself at the surge of lust she felt at
the idea of beating the truly terrified, large breasted, prisoner.  For a
moment she considered the possibility of taking her belt to the bigger, but
certainly less athletic, woman and making her do things Carmen had hitherto
considered outrageous.  Without being aware of what she was doing Carmen
fingered the buckle of her belt before her hand moved down to stroke her
groin.  April's eyes grew rounder and more tearful as she saw Carmen's
arousal.  The captive woman anticipated further pain and humiliation.

   "Please, don't," she said.

   Then Carmen shook herself and dispelled the notion.

   "Not if you do as you're told," said Carmen.  "Come along you can soap
my back." And she led the way to the sunlit pool beneath the waterfall
where they both stripped and bathed.

   The men stopped work for lunch.  They had made good progress with the
tunnel.  They dug alongside the firm right-hand wall of the adit which then
formed the vertical side of a triangular cross-section access tunnel. 
Already the tunnel was over a metre high and already was ten metres long.

   "At this rate we'll reach the van late tomorrow or early the next day,"
said Max to Carmen when she and April brought them water and sandwiches. 
Carmen had let April wear a shirt and wide-brimmed straw hat and sneakers
unpacked from the car-owner's suitcases while they cleaned up the cabin. 
Max reprimanded her.

   "I said keep her naked," he grumbled.  "I don't want to waste time
looking for the bitch if she runs off."

   "I didn't bust you out of gaol to become some goddamned
sex-slave-mistress," Carmen snapped.  "It's hot in the sun and I don't want
her sunburned and unable to help with the goddamned chores.  She's useless
enough as it is."

   Skull solved the dilemma by ripping the shirt off April's back so he
could,"tit-fuck my bouncy fuck-toy." He treated Carmen and Max to a
demonstration that stopped their quarrelling as he knelt astride the
terrified woman.  She was sprawled on a patch of coarse grass.  Skull
pressed her large breasts together either side of his rigid cock.  He
rogered her roughly until he came.  April begged him to stop but her pleas
only served to make him more vicious.  Carmen saw Max shift uncomfortably
as he tried to hide the hard-on the exhibition roused.  She snorted and
moved away from her husband.

   "I like the hat," Skull said as he climbed off his victim.  "Let her
keep the hat."

   Carmen was still furious with Max and Skull as she led the weeping
accountant back to the hut via the pool beneath the waterfall.  She helped
April clean up and surprised herself once again at the vengeful urges she
felt towards April as she used a wash cloth on the woman's large, bruised,
breasts.  Carmen's simmering anger was stoked further as the afternoon wore
on.  It became clear that April was not going to be much of a help with the
chores even had she wanted to be.  She was unused to housework and had
seldom cooked, and never over an open fire.  Carmen resented having to do
most of the work and keep her eyes on the prisoner at the same time.  She
considered tying up the naked woman but could find no rope in either the
hut or April's auto.

   The men stopped work just before nightfall.  Skull came to the hut first
to collect soap, towels and April.  He laughed as he said she could give
him an under-water blow- job while they cleaned up.  He invited Carmen to
join the party and give Max a special treat.  Carmen glared at him and said
nothing.

   Skull shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, honey-buns.  This big-titted
cunt can service us both." He slapped April on her naked rump.  "Get
moving, you blonde whore," he laughed.  "You've two horny miners to
satisfy."

   Carmen did not know, when the three returned, whether Max had taken
advantage of her absence to follow Skull's suggestion.  The meal was a
frosty affair.  Carmen said she would sleep in the Ford and was only partly
mollified when Max sheepishly joined her on the back seat.  His subdued
love-making that night could have been attributed to tiredness.  ***

   The next day started fine and good progress was made during the morning
in driving the narrow tunnel forward.  The two women were given the job of
searching for suitable timber to shore up the crawl-way.  One result of the
search was Carmen's discovery of an old store room, a cave cut into the
side of the hill and protected by a wooden wall and door.  It had been
carefully hidden from view behind a number of evergreen shrubs.  The wooden
planks were fairly sound and just what was needed to revet the tunnel. 
Inside the shallow cave was a heap of metal junk, two dust encrusted
stoneware jars sealed with red wax and a metal box with 'TNT" crudely
painted on the side.

   Max reckoned Carmen had found the site of his grandpa's old still.  He
carefully opened the box and discovered one old stick of explosive, oozing
what looked like beads of sweat.  Having salvaged the timber, Max removed
the sealed jars and warned everyone not to go near the cave nor touch the
metal box .  The explosive, he said, was particularly dangerous and could
be detonated by just dropping the box.

   After a sandwich lunch at the mine Carmen and Max were treated to
another display of sexual domination by Skull.  He made April, wearing only
a broad-brimmed, hat bend down and grasp her ankles while he sodomized her.
While April wept and begged him to stop Skull called attention to the way
her tits bounced and shivered with every thrust of his muscular buttocks.
This time Carmen relished the woman's humiliation.  The dancer felt a
savage joy, not pity, when, after Skull had come noisily and withdrawn from
his victim's ass, April was made to lick her rapist's flaccid cock and
dangling bollocks.

   April was still retching when Carmen dragged her to the pool to clean
up. As the naked woman splashed in the water Carmen watched from the bank.
She unfastened her belt and slid it out of the belt-loops on her jeans.

   "April," she said quietly.  "Tell me what you did with my husband here,
in the pool, last night."

   The accountant looked up and saw Carmen was holding her belt in both
hands.

   "Nothing I did nothing " she said.

   "Don't lie," said Carmen.  She saw April was frightened.

   "Skull made me ." began the naked blonde.

   "Don't lie to me.  You fucked him, didn't you?"

   "No Oh, please, Carmen, don't beat me I couldn't help it."

   "Just tell me what happened."

   "It was Skull.  He said if I didn't get Max to to 'shoot his load' he'd
really hurt me.  That was before we got to the pool.  Max was already in
the water when we got there with the towels and things.  After I'd washed
Skull he made me play with my breasts and oh god suck his monstrous penis
until he came.  Max got excited watching.  When Skull saw this he told me
to soap Max.  I did as I was told.  He grew bigger as I washed him.  I
reached for his erection, knelt and took it in my mouth.  He said,'No.' He
grabbed my hair and at first tried to push me away I held onto his buttocks
I was terrified of what Skull would do if I stopped.  I sucked and tongued
Max until I felt him stop pulling my hair.  Then he started to fuck my face
harder than Skull he nearly choked me when he came in my mouth.  I'm
sorry."

   "Get out of the pool," said Carmen, icily.  April slowly complied.

   "Please, Carmen, don't " she began as Carmen raised her belt above her
head and slashed it across the blonde prisoner's back.  April tried to run
but Carmen tripped her and held her down in the lush grass by placing a
foot on April's neck.  She then let her anger have its head.

   "Don't ever touch my man again," she hissed.  "If you want to live, that
is." Carmen belaboured the fallen woman with savage abandon.  April
screamed and begged Carmen to stop.  It wasn't her fault she pleaded.  She
didn't want to do it.  She didn't want to be here.  She didn't want to be
anybody's "fuck-toy".  Carmen knew she was being unjust but the dancer
found dealing out punishment to the squealing, naked, accountant made her
nipples harden and her juices flow.  She fingered her groin as she thrashed
April and surprised herself at the strength of the orgasm she achieved.

   When Carmen had done she ordered April to get up and follow her to the
hut where she set the terrified woman to scrubbing the floor.  As she
regarded the red stripes she had inflicted on April's back and buttocks
Carmen felt guilty but strangely satisfied.  April's breasts swung as she
worked and her swollen labia and distended anus invited attention.  Carmen
was tempted to use her fist on the captive but restrained herself.  I'm no
better than the men.  she thought.  Abusing the helpless woman for my own
deviant sexual needs.  But if I had my "Lady with the Lash" whip and boots