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 Buried Treasure

   by Ozmanga

   Chapter 4

   Work at the mine finished early that afternoon.  The weather changed and
heavy rain began to fall.  Before long water began to stream out of the
tunnel making it at first uncomfortable and then too dangerous to continue.


   "I see you've been giving my bitch some training," laughed Skull
regarding the red stripes Carmen's belt had painted on April's backside. 
"What did she do to deserve a whipping?"

   "You know damn well.  And so do you, Max.  Couldn't you resist sticking
your dick in the tart's mouth?  She told me what you did with her in the
pool yesterday."

   Max began to make excuses but Carmen gave him a baleful stare, turned
her back, and busied herself getting an early dinner.  Max, sensibly, let
the subject drop.  After the three had eaten a meal of steak, onions,
cabbage and boiled potatoes Carmen was no chef Max opened one of the jars
from his grandfather's still.  The moonshine from the jar was very strong
and Max was careful how much he drank.  Carmen abstained but Skull had no
such qualms.  He drank heavily and poured the fiery spirit down April's
throat.

   The alcohol made Skull meaner and hornier than before but it seemed to
help April endure, even accept, his rough attentions.  She protested less
when he threw her on the mattress, bit her nipples, slapped her full,
fleshy, tits, pulled her legs over his shoulders and fucked her
unmercifully.  He drove his erection deep into the helpless woman making
her cry out with every powerful thrust.  When Skull demanded she, " fuck me
back until you come, you big-titted slut", April did as she was told.

   The hitherto passive victim bucked and writhed under Skull's harsh
demands.  She clawed his back.  She kissed him furiously.  She moaned with
what could have been ecstasy until she came (or pretended to).  Skull
didn't bother to pull the hessian drapes.  Max and Carmen watched the
brutal coupling without saying anything.  It was clear to Carmen that Max
was aroused by the spectacle.  She was ready to be scornful at the sight of
his swollen cock bulging the worn denim fabric of his jeans but she too had
found the sight of April's surrender and total humiliation sexually
stimulating.  She was also intrigued to see how April was beginning to
accept her role as Skull's sex-slave.  The blonde accountant hung on his
every word and tried to anticipate his needs.

   After he had beaten and fucked April to his own noisy climax, Skull went
through his "little fuck-toy's" suitcases.  He tossed out her neatly folded
clothes and scattered her possessions over the floor of the hut.  He said
he was looking for something sexy she could wear.  He found some black silk
underwear and two silky slips.  At the bottom of the second suitcase he
found a vibrator ten inches of latex-covered plastic cunningly shaped and
battery driven.  A card attached to the vibrator said, "To April, you may
need this now you're engagement to Bob is over," It was signed "The girls
from Sales."

   "You won't need no plastic prick while you're with me, slut," he laughed
as his victim put on a white silk slip Skull picked out for her.  "Now
you're gettin' a taste for my pork sword and starting to act like the whore
you are.  But who the fuck was Bob.  Some pencil-dick in a fucking suit,
I'll bet?"

   April said nothing .  Tears ran down her cheeks.

   "I asked you a question, fuck-toy," snarled Skull.

   Carmen came to her rescue.

   "Come on, April, I'll help you with the washing up," she said and pulled
the tearful victim over to the makeshift sink by the cabin door.  Skull
scowled at her but said and did nothing.

   While the two women washed and dried the pans and dishes, a tearful
April confided that she had recently broken off her engagement.  She had
hoped to marry 'Bob' one of the executives of the firm of accountants she
had worked for.  'Bob' had let her down, she said, with one of his clients.
She left the company two weeks ago.  She was heading north with no firm
plans when she had been abducted.  April started to cry again as Carmen put
her arm around her shoulders in a sympathetic, sisterly, manner.  April
responded to the kindly gesture the first she had received since the dancer
had assured her that she would be freed, not killed, once the treasure had
been unearthed by embracing Carmen.  The smaller woman hugged her in
return. She thought, I can't help you sweetheart but I don't think Skull
will let you go.  Don't rely on me.  I'm getting to be as predatory as they
are.  I enjoyed beating you.  I liked watching the psychopath rape you.  It
made me wet.  Give me an excuse and I'll flog you and fist you until your
ears drop off.

   Skull staggered to his feet and grabbed April's arm.  He pulled her
clear of Carmen.

   "Tha's 'nuf lessie stuff, Carmen.  If you want a piece of Skull's little
fuck-toy," he mumbled.  "Join us in the back of the fucking Ford.  I know
it's your turn on the mattress with my ol' buddy Maxie.  But that won't
take long, will it?  'Night," he said as he dragged April out of the door
and through the rain into the stolen vehicle.

   Skull was wrong.  For the first time since the jail-break Max, contrite
and anxious to make amends, was able to make love in a leisurely gentle
fashion and bring his wife to a more than satisfactory climax twice before
celebrating her third orgasm with his own, strong, series of ejaculations.
He tried to apologise for losing control with April but Carmen shut him up.
"Just don't do it again," she said.

   The following morning the rain was still falling.  It was decided that,
as provisions were running low and more equipment was needed, Carmen should
take the Ford and go shopping at Greenway, a market town two hours drive
away.  She took April's pocket book with her credit cards and licences and
set off after breakfast.  She left a frustrated Max and a hung-over Skull
and April sitting in the hut watching the rain come down.

   Carmen had no problems with the shopping.  April's credit card was
accepted without question.  The dancer told an inquisitive salesman at the
hardware store she and her husband were building a holiday house in the
mountains.  He was happy to demonstrate how to operate the small Honda
generator and the lighting set and some power tools she bought with it. 
She also picked up two five-metre lengths of light chain, a pair of bolt
cutters and a box of small padlocks.  The comprehensive Greenway
supermarket provided all the food and drink she had on her shopping list
and the saddler next door sold her a bone-handled riding crop.  The shop
assistant asked her if she was a horsewoman and Carmen replied with a sly
smile, "No.  It's a present for a friend of my husband's."

   The rain stopped as Carmen drove back and when she arrived at the cabin
the sky was clear.  She was surprised when no-one came to meet her and help
with the unloading .  She drove around to the back of the cabin and was
even more surprised to see a beat up old Toyota Land Cruiser and trailer
parked where Max had earlier hidden the Ford.

   Carmen quickly scurried around the outside of the cabin and opened the
door.  Max stood just inside and gave her a welcome hug.  Before she asked
what was going on she looked around the room.  Skull was sitting in the
chair with a rifle across his knees.  The barrel was pointed at two
strangers a young man and his even younger girlfriend.  April, wearing a
straw hat and the white slip she had earned the night before, hovered
nervously by Skull's side.  Carmen guessed the young couple were the owners
of the old Toyota.  Before she could say anything Skull called out.

   "Welcome back, Carmen.  Meet the squatters.  Toni and Mirabelle."

   The young couple looked at Carmen, eyes wide with fear.  Toni was a
smooth-skinned athletic youth with a fine head of curly brown hair and a
swelling the size of an egg on the left side of his forehead.  Mirabelle, a
dark skinned girl with full pouting lips, clung to his arm and looked up at
her boyfriend's bruised head with tears in her eyes.  She looked like a
child but two long braids of glossy black hair fastened with red ribbons
only partly hid the ripe swelling of her mature up-thrust breasts.  Her
nipples were prominent beneath the thin tee shirt she wore.  Neither young
person said a word.

   Skull continued, "Toni came bursting in about twenty minutes ago with
his little .22 varmint rifle at the high port.  The fuck-toy and me were
caught with our pants down.  We'd had a bit to drink.  She was squealing
'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' so loud we didn't hear them drive up.  But
your husband had no trouble taking the gun off him.  Max swings a mean
frying pan.  Toni is still a bit concussed.  Ain't that right,
shit-for-brains?"

   Toni shook his head.  "Didn't know who you were," he mumbled.  "Just
takin' precautions."

   "Seems they've been coming up here in summer for the last two years. 
They fixed the roof and brought the mattress.  Parents think they're
staying with friends.  He's twenty she's eighteen.  Doesn't look it," said
Max.

   "We were just debating what to do with the little mother-fucker," said
Skull.  "I think we ought to take him out the back and put a bullet in his
thieving head.  Max wants to keep him alive.  You got any ideas Carmen?"

   "You can't kill him, or her," protested Carmen.

   "Wasn't thinking of topping her just yet," said Skull with a nasty
chuckle.  "How are you going to keep him from running?  Skull asked.

   "I bought some chain.  And padlocks.  We can keep them chained together.
Outside.  They can help you with the tunnel during the day.  I guess they
bought provisions with them."

   Mirabelle said, with a quaver in her voice, "Yeah.  In the Toyota.  We
got food and drink.  Don't kill us, please."

   "So there's no problem with supplies," said Carmen.  "I won't be party
to murder.  Max, tell him," she added forcefully.

   "She's right, Skull," said Max.  "We should be finished in a couple of
days.  After that we can leave them.  I'll disable their truck.  It'll take
them a day or two to walk out of these hills.  There's no need for
killing."

   Skull reluctantly agreed and while he continued to guard the squatters
inside the cabin, Max, Carmen and April unloaded the Ford.  Max was
delighted with the Honda generator and lighting set.  The power tools
pleased him too.  April regarded the chain and padlocks with suspicion. 
April was still high on moonshine.  When Max wheeled the generator toward
the mine she turned to Carmen and said, "You bought those to chain me up,
didn't you?"

   "Yes, I did," said Carmen.

   April sneered at her."I've seen the way you look at us when Skull fucks
me.  It's a mixture of disgust and desire.  I think you're a bit mixed up.
Who d'you envy most, Carmen.  Him or me?"

   "You are welcome to Skull's attention, April," said Carmen.

   "And Max's if you're not around?"

   "The chains were not all I bought with you in mind, April," said Carmen.
She reached for the saddler's plastic bag and took out the brand new riding
crop.  Carmen made it whistle cutting the air in front of the thinly
dressed accountant.  "I only tickled you with my belt.  If you displease me
one more time, April, I'll use this on you.  So no matter what Skull tells
you to do, keep away from Max.  In the meantime I'll keep it in my sports
bag."

   April was angry and frightened.  She hurried into the cabin with the
last plastic bags from the supermarket without saying another word.  Carmen
followed with chains, locks and the bolt-cutters.  She dumped the weighty
pile by Skull's chair and waved in the direction of the young couple.

   "Why don't you chain them, Skull, while I get dinner?  April can help
you.  That way she won't be under my feet," Carmen said.  She noticed the
bulge in the crotch of Skull's worn jeans and wondered how soon Skull would
use his monstrous cock to lubricate Mirabelle's teenage pussy.  Not long,
she guessed.  The thought of watching the young woman's impending rape and
humiliation made her wet.  Carmen busied herself with the fire ashamed of
her perverse desire..

   "Him first," said Skull to April.  "Get his gear off."

   April moved cautiously to obey.  She knelt to undo the young man's
sneakers.  Her big breasts swung inside the silky shift as she unfastened
the velcro binders.

   "Keep your hands on your head, lover-boy.  Don't try anything you might
have seen on TV or I'll put a bullet in your little girlfriend's head,"
snarled Skull as April removed Toni's footwear.  She remained on her knees
to undo his leather belt.  Then she pulled down his jeans and underpants.
April stood up, and told the red-faced young man to step out of them.

   "Leave his Tee on," said Skull.  He grinned at the young man's
discomfort.

   Toni's circumcised cock had shrunk with fear but was still a respectable
size, thought Carmen as she scrubbed the potatoes.

   Skull made Toni kneel and put his hands behind his back.  He wrapped the
end of a length of chain around the young man's wrists, secured it with a
padlock then used the bolt-cutters to trim the chain.

   "Stay on your knees," Skull ordered.  "Now the chick," he said.

   "No," shouted Toni.  Skull clipped the young man's head with the butt of
the rifle.  Toni swayed but didn't fall.  Carmen put the potatoes on to
boil.

   "Shut up," said Skull.

   Carmen saw Mirabelle was trembling.  April stood behind the young woman
and lifted the hem of the teenager's tee shirt over her coffee colored
breasts and darker brown nipples, then over her head and upraised arms.

   Carmen put the steaks on the metal plate they were using as a grill.

   " Nice little tits," said Skull.  "She can do the rest.  Strip, Kid or
d'ya want me to start shooting bits off you boyfriend?"

   The dark skinned young woman gave a strangled sob and quickly shed her
shoes, socks and stretch-denim jeans.  She paused for a moment before she
slowly rolled her white cotton panties from waist to hips then lower.  Her
shyness fueled Skull's growing lust.  He unzipped his jeans and let his
swelling cock flop out.  Mirabelle's gasp of fear caused Toni to turn his
head.

   The young man cried out, "No.  Damn you, No!" Skull slapped his head
hard.  Toni fell to the floor and Skull leaped on him.

   Carmen opened two cans of peas and poured them into a pot on the fire.

   "I told you to shut-fucking-up," Skull roared.  He turned to April who
was still standing behind Mirabelle.  "Gimmee the little tart's knickers,
Fuck-toy, then hold her," he said.  "I'll shut this boy's fucking mouth for
him." April hurried to obey.  She eagerly untangled the panties from around
Mirabelle's ankles and tossed them to Skull.  April put one arm around
Mirabelle's neck and with her free hand grasped firm teen tit-flesh in a
spitefully hard grip.

   Skull stuffed Mirabelle's panties into Toni's mouth.  He secured the gag
with strips of rag from Toni's tee shirt which he had torn from the young
man's back..  The tattooed jail-breaker stood up.  He was panting.  The
violence had excited him.  Skull's cock was stiff and thick.  A bead of
pre-come oozed from its tip.

   Skull snarled and kicked the recumbent youth then dragged him by his
thick dark hair to the mattress in the corner.

   "Bring the little tart over here" said Skull.

   April quickly obeyed.  She presented the squirming victim to the rapist.
Skull said, "That's good, April." The accountant flushed with apparent
pleasure.  She beamed at the rapist.  To Carmen's knowledge it was the
first time the psychopath had used her proper name.  Skull grabbed
Mirabelle, then threw the girl down across the body of her fallen
boyfriend.

   'Hold her still," he barked at April who hurried to obey.  She knelt and
pinned Mirabelle's arms to the mattress.  Snake stood between the young
woman's legs and looked at the tableau for a moment.  He slowly pumped his
thick veined erection.  April looked up at him.  She was still partly under
the influence of the moonshine, which might have explained her eagerness to
help Skull.  Her eyes were bright with excitement.  She licked her lips.

   Mirabelle begged him, "Please, don't, mister." Toni's eyes begged him to
desist.

   The rapist dragged his jeans and pants down his crudely tattooed thighs
and, without foreplay of any kind, dropped to his knees then drove his
immense cock into the tight hairless pussy of his latest victim.  Toni wept
as he tried hopelessly to wriggle out from under the combined weight of
Skull and Mirabelle.  April reached for Toni's groin with one hand and
Mirabelle's left breast with the other.  As Skull, and his earlier victim,
ravished the young woman her screams could be heard as far away as the
mine, as Carmen discovered when she went to tell her husband dinner was
nearly ready.