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RWS-190: The Girlfriend's Revenge - Book 2
By: Carl Van Marcus

http://whiteshadow.pornopartners.com

WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The 
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains 
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex 
stories upset you, do not read any further.

Copyright remains with the author and any copyright notices along with 
last known contact information for the author is included if available. 
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Chapter 1

The sea wind rushed through the eaves of the large warehouse, sending 
draughts of humid air through the cracks in the windows and up the 
stairs into the rooms occupied by Cash and Ellen, the driver, Sylvia, 
and the German Shepherd.

Cash sat nervously silent. After his face had broken into a grin of 
relief at seeing Ellen captive, he had said simply, "Hi, Sylvia," out 
of the corner of his mouth and then gruffly but not cruelly grasped 
Ellen's elbow and led her back upstairs.

It was obvious that he was uncomfortable around the well-dressed middle 
aged man, who - in spite of the dimness - had put on a pair of sun 
glasses. The man's clothes, suave cleanliness, and unsmiling face made 
him look more menacing than any of the convicts. Feeling drained of 
hope and lifeless, Ellen sat wearily down at the small table, her 
shoulders slumped, and felt the return of sensation to her gravel-
shredded bare feet. The pain seemed to radiate upward to her bruised 
and battered vagina; it throbbed in protest with each beat of her 
heart.

Sylvia stood with her hands on her hips and gazed around at the soiled 
mattresses and the litter on the floor. "Jeez, what a fucking dump," 
she said loudly and to no one in particular.

The driver had disdainfully pulled out a chair opposite Ellen, brushed 
crumbs off it, and sat down, holding his umbrella between his knee; the 
attaché case he had been carrying was placed on the floor by his left 
foot. Ellen noted that he continued to wear his hat, raincoat, and 
driving gloves. He waited quietly, like a sleeping coiled snake, as if 
he had all the time in the world.

Ellen was sitting there, trying not to weep, when she saw the German 
Shepherd, Rex, suddenly perk his long ears forward. He rose, his tail 
wagging, and went to the head of the stairs. Then he barked loudly and 
began noisily scrambling down toward the landing.

The driver spun rapidly, his hand blurred as it came out of the 
raincoat pocket clutching a snub-nosed revolver. Ellen gasped as both 
Sylvia and Cash froze.

A second later, they all relaxed when Billy silently padded into the 
room followed by the dog. His hooded eyes took in Ellen first and, 
although he didn't speak to her, she sensed a surprisingly quiet 
gentleness in his movements which made her feel slightly more at ease.

His hand dropped to Rex's ears and he scratched the dog affectionately 
as he nodded toward the man who had been driving the car.

It was then that Sylvia, tall, dark-haired, and sensual-looking in 
spite of the fact that she was probably still a teenager, stood up with 
a look of obvious displeasure on her face. "Whatsa matter, Billy, don't 
you have any kisses for me, or have ya been saving them up for your 
goddamn dog," she asked coarsely. When he didn't answer immediately, 
her eyes narrowed nastily, "Or maybe you been up so long that you've 
gotten used to those penitentiary fairies I hear so much about. Or 
maybe it's this blonde bitch here," she said, tossing her head 
contemptuously toward Ellen.

"Shut up, Sylvia," he said ominously.

"Don't tell me to shut up ..." she began and her words were cut short 
in the middle of the sentence when Billy took two fast steps forward 
and viciously slapped her face; the force of the blow caused the girl 
to topple sideways and fall onto the mattress.

"Who is she," Sylvia spat out like an angry cat.

"That ain't none of your business." His attitude softened unexpectedly. 
"Besides, we wanted a little something to keep us company while we 
waited for you guys to show. We just might need her if things get tight 
with the fuzz."

Sylvia stood, obviously emboldened again by his softened tone of voice. 
She looked at the gang leader, then glared at Ellen across the length 
of the room. She was a tall, remarkably striking girl with jet black 
hair and large, ripely rounded breasts whose nipples appeared clearly 
beneath her tight, flimsy blouse. Her young face had an arrogance to it 
that emphasized an aggressive sexuality, and it was suddenly quite 
obvious to Ellen why Billy had been attracted to the woman: she was the 
perfect alter ego to the gang chief, whose every gesture reflected a 
primitive grace and animal sexuality.

The tall brunette nodded, then her lips curled in a sneer and her face 
flushed. "She says you all gang-banged her. Ya mean to say ya couldn't 
wait until I got here to get a little?"

Cash broke out with a loud guffaw, a laugh that was quickly smothered 
when he saw the murderous look on Billy's face. "Why should I wait for 
a slut like you?" he said quietly. "Did you wait? Or have the stories 
I've been hearing about you and 'Paddy' O'Hare been all lies?"

"Billy ... honestly ... I ... I ..." she began, and it was obvious from 
her expression that she was going to lie.

"Oh, shut up," he said contemptuously. "Just shut up."

The gang leader went back toward the doorway and rapidly flicked the 
light switch off and on three times. "Pop's out there at the turn-off," 
he said to Cash. "Anyone seen Vito?"

"I believe I almost ran over him," the well-dressed man said, not 
changing expression.

"It's too bad you didn't," Billy said. "It would have saved me the 
trouble of killing the son of a bitch."

A moment later, the sound of the pickup truck came from beneath the 
windows. This was followed by Pop's heavy foot-tread on the stairs. He, 
like all the others, looked relieved when he saw Ellen had been 
recaptured. "It's starting to rain," he said, as casual as if he were 
entering a barber shop for a haircut.

"You see Vito?" Billy asked.

Pop hesitated a second, then shrugged. "Yeah. I saw him cutting through 
the dunes coming in this direction." He looked back and forth between 
Ellen and Billy, then shrugged again as if he had decided to keep his 
thoughts to himself. His weathered face broke into a slight grin when 
he saw Sylvia, apparently for the first time. "Why ... lookie who's 
come to visit! Hello, there ... honey," he growled playfully.

Sylvia merely stared at him as if he were something that had crawled 
out of a sewer pipe, then turned her back on him.

Pop's face flushed in anger and his eyes narrowed. Ellen found herself 
shuddering at his look of hatred, and it was only then that she 
remembered her original opinion of the fat old man - that although he 
was not as sadistic as Vito, he was probably the most evil of all of 
the convicts in spite of his jolliness and friendly outgoing demeanor.

Less than a minute later, Rex moved restlessly away from Billy's side 
and growled low in his throat. The gang leader gave a hand signal and 
the dog went over to the corner and lay down.

Vito, looking white-faced and frightened, slunk into the room. His 
ferrety eyes blazed with murder as they swept over Ellen. "You fucking 
bitch," he said, and had taken one step toward the cringing young 
blonde when Billy's fist hit him on the side of the head. He literally 
flew through the air and bounced against the wall, where he slumped 
almost unconscious to the floor. Then, shaking his head to clear it, 
his eyes a cauldron of madness, he put his hand in his pocket and 
withdrew a switch blade knife which he flickered open. The seven inch 
blade leapt to life, ready to destroy.

Stone-faced, completely unconcerned, Billy pulled a revolver from his 
waist band and pulled back the trigger with a soft click. "Tell 
everyone goodbye, Vito."

Only then did the wiry little convict panic. "No ... no, Billy. Don't 
...." he panted. "Look, I'm throwing away my knife. I didn't mean ... I 
.... NO ..." The last was a scream as he saw his death warrant written 
on the gang leader's face. "NO!"

"No, Billy," a new voice came - a voice of authority, full of cold 
menace ... sure of itself.

Billy spun around and found himself facing the barrel of the well-
dressed man's gun.

"Put it away, Billy. Put it away ... now!" the man said, his finger 
white on the trigger.

There was silence for a moment - a silence broken only by the sound of 
excited spittle sliding down Pop's throat as he swallowed, and the 
sudden scrabble of paws against wood as Rex scrambled to his feet.

"Stay," Bill commanded, not taking his eyes off the man. When he was 
satisfied that the German Shepherd was going to obey, he asked, "Why 
shouldn't I kill that little son of a bitch? Give me one reason. He let 
the girl escape. He's the one who almost got us picked up even before 
we left the prison. Why shouldn't I put a bullet in his fucking brain?"

"Because you need him. He's a good mechanic and you'll need him if 
anything goes wrong with the boat when you're en route to the island."

"He's trouble," Billy said.

"He's a mechanic, and you might need him," the man repeated.

Ellen stared at the showdown between the two men and then saw Billy's 
shoulders slump in defeat. Gradually he lowered his gun. The other 
man's expression remained unchanged; he waited until Billy's gun was 
back in his waistband and then put his own weapon away.

Once assured that he was safe, Vito got quickly to his feet again. He 
stumbled as he stood, falling against Sylvia. "Get yer cruddy hands off 
me, you fucking little creep," she said in disgust, shoving him away.

Pop and Cash both guffawed loudly and Billy nodded as if he finally 
agreed with something the tall brunette said. Vito's mouth tightened 
and his wiry figure stiffened dangerously.

Sylvia stood her ground, smirking at him. "Don't ruffle up your 
feathers at me, pig shit. You ain't got no knife to back you up now ... 
or had you forgotten you threw it away when you were crapping in your 
britches a couple of seconds ago. It's too bad Billy didn't shoot you."

"Shut up, both of you," Billy said with ominous softness.

Vito stood, trembling with barely suppressed violence. His glance of 
hatred raked over the tall brunette's body, then flickered - snake-like -
toward Ellen seated at the table. If anything the murderous look 
intensified.

Ellen shuddered in spite of herself. Vito was really the only one that 
truly frightened her. Pop was evil, but she had discovered last night 
with her mouth full of his hotly throbbing penis that she could handle 
his particular brand of evilness. Vito, though, was something else than 
human ... and she was eternally grateful that he had not been given a 
chance to use her as the others had last night. Now she could feel his 
eyes course viciously down the length of her young body, and she felt 
vulnerable as she sensed his lust mounting anew as he made an obscene 
appraisal of her still partly exposed breasts and the line of naked 
flesh showing openly through her ripped jeans.

The young blonde hostage instinctively drew nearer to the gang leader 
who kept a watchful eye on Vito and her. She had already forgiven him 
for using her body as a wager in a crap game the night before. He had 
lost her in a game of chance that had as much value to the four 
desperate criminals as any judgment from a high court of justice. She 
sensed that Billy had resolved to hold his gang off from her and would 
do all in his power to keep them from using her as they had during the 
long and horrible night. He wouldn't reprimand them, but they wouldn't 
get the chance to abuse her again ... not while he was alive!

Ellen felt relatively secure now that Billy was still here close by her 
side to protect her. He wasn't angry at her escape attempt; it seemed 
as if he liked her even more as a result. Her thoughts automatically 
turned to ways she might please him if she really had to, and she knew 
that if called upon to give herself to him she would do it in 
gratitude, but she would never permit herself to be handled by the 
others again. Yes, Billy was strong and she was going to humble 
herself, no matter how distasteful it might be, to the more powerful of 
her abductors. Only then - as the chief's woman - would she be protected.
It was as simple as that, and yet the young girl still was deeply 
shaken at how the comparatively serene course of her life had been 
dramatically altered within a period of only a few hours.

Now she would do anything to please Billy, and she was aware that he 
needed her silent encouragement if he were to remain gang leader. It 
was strange how most of life's choices were made by outside 
circumstances alone. She wondered how much her choice of Bob as her 
fiance had to do with their first accidental meeting at a dance, and 
the fact that his mother and father were close friends of her parents. 
Now she had a choice between four escaped convicts, all of whom, except 
Vito, had ravished her against her will, but she still had to make a 
choice between them for her protector.

She knew it wouldn't take much to get any one of these men to act as a 
shield against the others, but the question was whether her own choice 
would hold in good stead. Despite her own deep-seated feelings of 
revulsion and fear of Billy, she knew through a second sense that he 
had a soft spot in his heart for her. She could tell by the way he had 
acted, almost tenderly, after he had raped her in the back of the 
truck, and she had become aware of his feelings again after he had lost 
the crap game. The look of sad relinquishment of her beautiful young 
body to Cash and Pop last night had sent a shock of momentary 
understanding through her tortured mind - but that had been quickly 
blotted out by the brutal ravishment of her tender young body that had 
followed.

Whatever warmth and compassion Billy might show toward her would, of 
course, be bestowed at no expense to the gang leader's pride and 
sovereignty over the others. She knew that in the final analysis she 
was still an object to be used and disposed of like a cheap rag doll 
that is thrown into the trash after its novelty has worn off and the 
child has lost interest. No, she could not hope for more than a passing 
interest in him for her safety, but meanwhile she must play this 
momentary tenderness he felt for her for all that it was worth. She 
would be his whore; somehow or the other, if she hadn't already 
replaced Sylvia in his affections, she would have to get rid of the 
other girl. But how?

She looked up dully as a sudden splatter of rain hit the windows and a 
gust of wind rattled sections of the tin roof.

"All right," Billy said, assuming command again. "Let's get this 
meeting started. Come on Cash ... Pop." He looked at the ferret-like 
Vito, and his face twisted in disgust. "You, too."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 2

The gang leader pulled his chair over to the table, and the others 
noisily followed him. The distinguished-looking man waited until the 
four convicts were seated, and then he carefully inspected each of 
their faces, obviously passing judgment. Ellen noticed that there was 
something distinctively different about the man that made him contrast 
starkly with her abductors; and yet - in spite of his sophistication, 
there was also a sameness - a certain criminality. She watched as he set 
his brief case on the top of the table and began to shuffle through 
some papers. The man's gestures were those of an accomplished 
businessman who was accustomed to dealing at the highest levels of 
authority. He was no common criminal, and yet there was a slickness to 
his movements that somehow reminded Ellen of the suave gestures of the 
card shark or the professional gambler. No, these men were worlds apart 
in appearance and in thought; but something had drawn them together 
today that would change the course of the lives of all who were present 
in the warehouse ... and perhaps would alter the direction of world 
events outside the narrow confines of the criminal mentality of her 
kidnappers.

Ellen noted a change in the way Billy had been acting, as the gang 
chief leaned toward the unidentified man sitting at the head of the 
table. He was no longer the snarling pack leader who asserted himself 
through violence and animal cunning, but he seemed as though he had 
consciously decided to keep his more aggressive stance in reserve until 
he had the new situation under his control. Yes, he definitely had 
changed, and there was a disturbing quality to the transformation, 
Ellen thought, as she watched Billy light a cigarette and lean back 
somewhat nervously in his chair. She sensed a slight strain between the 
two men that was quite different from the animal conflict between Billy 
and the three other escaped convicts over the possession of her body.

The adjustment that Billy, as well as the other convicts, had to make 
when confronted with the well-educated demeanor of the man sitting 
before them was obviously difficult, Ellen thought. She remembered how 
she and her sister Jennifer had discussed the condition of the 
penitentiary system, and how they had come to the conclusion that, for 
the most part, prison confinement only warped the minds of those it 
intended to reform and made them into more hardened criminals. A 
sociology course she had taken in college had also brought up the point 
that even those prisoners who were released after serving their 
sentences often mistrusted authority and instinctively rebelled against 
it. It was apparent that Billy was struggling with this problem right 
now, even though the man to whom he was talking was, in his own right, 
as much or more of a criminal than Billy himself.

Perhaps, she reasoned, it was this new breed of criminals who had grown 
through organized crime or through subversive political and business 
organizations that spelled out the end of the old era of the Al Capone 
type gangster. They were not only working against the law of the land, 
but had become adept at bending that law to suit their own corrupt 
interests. The likes of Billy and the other men would serve this new 
breed well, Ellen believed, as they were a handy weapon behind which 
the real culprits could hide and make their attack against the 
established order of society.

"Before we start, I think you should get rid of those not participating 
in our project," the mysterious man said, nodding his head toward 
Ellen.

"She ain't no problem," Billy said quietly, then he sighed, lowering to 
the suggestion. "Listen, baby, you get in the kitchen and help Sylvia 
make us somethin' to eat."

The tall brunette's eyes narrowed in anger and then she spun and 
slammed her way into the kitchen. Ellen immediately followed the girl, 
even though she was terrified at being left alone with Billy's ex-
girlfriend. She could hear the men continue discussing their plan from 
the next room, but the voices were half-muffled by a sudden loud 
cloudburst of rain beating against the tin roof of the warehouse, and 
it was impossible to follow what they were saying.

The young blonde hostage looked toward Sylvia with dread, and abruptly 
she knew that her most bitter enemy was not Vito, but this female who 
would do anything to rid herself of competition from Ellen for the 
favors of the gang leader. Ellen had studied the tall brunette back in 
the living room and had instinctively known that the girl was insanely 
jealous of Billy's new relationship with her. There had been a moment 
in there when she had thought that Sylvia might get completely out of 
control, and there appeared to be no doubt that if the other girl were 
given the opportunity she would attempt to destroy her. Sylvia was no 
different than the convicts, except she would unhesitatingly kill Ellen 
in order to regain the privileged position of being the gang leader's 
girlfriend. Ellen had heard many frightening stories of fights between 
gang girls over possession of their men, and she shuddered as she 
remembered some of the more grisly details she had read about in 
various magazines.

"Whatcha doin' just standin' there," she heard Sylvia's strident voice 
ring out, bringing her back to reality for a moment. "You get these 
dishes cleaned up and quick."

Ellen bent quietly over the sink and began washing the filthy dishes 
and pans that lay on the sink - remnants of some meal eaten by someone 
else weeks or even months ago. Out of the corner of her eye she watched 
every one of the tall girl's movements as though her life depended on 
it. And it did! There was no way of getting around the fact that Sylvia 
intended to force a confrontation between Ellen and herself over Billy. 
In Ellen's mind, the other girl wanted her thrown to Vito, Pop, and 
Cash - to be repeatedly raped again and made an object of their violent, 
most beastly desires.

"Now get into the living room and pick up the rest of them dishes and 
glasses on the table," Sylvia commanded once more. "We want to fix up 
somethin' decent for Billy."

Ellen returned to the living room, feeling very much like she had been 
a slave to Sylvia's harsh command all of her entire life. She paused as 
she began placing the remaining plates in her hands, and caught bits 
and pieces of the discussion between Billy and the man seated at the 
head of the table.

"Remember, you will be seated behind the grandstands," the man 
pronounced clearly to Billy and Cash. "There should be no slip-ups if 
you follow the plan to the letter."

Ellen saw Billy lean forward onto the table, his jaw tightened as 
though he were under great stress. "And what happens if they see us? 
You ain't told us about any backup protection."

"That will all be taken care of in due time. Right now we want to 
concentrate on how the first steps will be accomplished."

Ellen moved from the table, slowing a bit as she approached the door in 
order to hear some more of their conversation. When the stranger 
glanced up in her direction, she immediately returned to the kitchen.

Sylvia didn't say a word to Ellen as the young hostage bent over the 
sink again and ran cold water over the remaining dirty dishes. For a 
moment Ellen almost felt like trying to talk with the gang girl, but 
when she looked into Sylvia's hate-filled eyes she knew it would be 
useless. There was an unfathomable gap between the two young women that 
was made more apparent by their very gestures and forms of speaking: 
Ellen was soft-spoken and slightly refined in her way of expressing 
herself, while Sylvia had a crude coarseness that bluntly branded her 
as coming from the lowest segment of society.

The dishes complete, the blonde hostage turned to help Sylvia who was 
slicing pieces of ham onto plates for the men in the next room, but she 
was stopped when the sharp tip of the knife was pressed against her 
breasts. "Ya keep your hands off the food, I'll take care of that; and 
you finish cleanin' up in here," Sylvia scolded, as though Ellen were a 
small child. "I'm gonna take this stuff out to them. Ya just stay put, 
and get your ass busy and clean up the rest of the mess."

Ellen felt a surge of relief race down the length of her spine when the 
other girl left the kitchen. Yes, she would just as soon remain here 
throughout eternity than be abused by the four convicts again. So much 
depended on how she handled herself during the next few hours; if she 
irritated Sylvia unnecessarily, or brought the conflict between Billy 
and Vito to a head by her presence, she would be the one who would 
ultimately suffer. Her best chance would be to remain as inconspicuous 
as possible, and wait until her chance arrived to run away again, if it 
ever did. It might not be too difficult, since their attention was 
diverted from her for the moment. But when the opportunity came, she 
must be successful this time. Their revenge would be vicious and 
complete, and she just couldn't risk pushing them to the point where 
they were forced to get rid of her for good ... if they weren't already 
planning to kill her. No, she would wait until she was absolutely 
positive that her escape would be assured, and then she would make her 
attempt.

"Ya finished in here?" Sylvia suddenly said from the door.

Ellen turned and nodded limply, feeling a sudden surge of hate from the 
gang girl that she couldn't understand.

"Then get your ass in the next room quick. Billy don't wanta have ya 
sittin' here by yaself when he can't watch what you're doin'."

The ugly sound of her menacing voice sliced through Ellen, and she 
realized that the gang girl's first confused and jealous attitude 
toward her was turning into one of reviling contempt that was bound to 
burst into an open violence soon. What the girl was and who she was no 
longer had any importance to Ellen, as all she could feel was Sylvia's 
deep enmity coming from so deep within her that the brunette's 
strikingly pretty face was transformed into an expression of animal 
loathing.

The voluptuous young blonde paused in fear and confusion, not really 
wanting to go out, then walked a few steps from the sink. Suddenly a 
flash of pain struck her face and sent her head reeling. "Ya didn't 
hear what I said?" Sylvia gritted her teeth and slapped her open hand 
hard against Ellen's face once more. "Get it moving!"

The blow had brought Ellen to her senses, and for one split second she 
surveyed the gang girl with equal enmity. She forced herself to turn 
away from the girl and turned impassively to the door. As she tried to 
step into the next room Sylvia's taller frame moved out from the 
doorway and partially blocked her. She could feel the brunette's hot 
breath against her cheek and could sense electric shocks of hatred 
radiating out from her tensed body.

"You mess with Billy, and it's the last time ya mess with anything, do 
you hear me?" Sylvia said in a whisper so that the others couldn't 
understand. "I had him before ya even laid eyes on him, and I'll cut 
your tits off and shove 'em up your cunt if I have to to keep him," she 
hissed, inching past the girl and through the door.

"All right, what's goin' on?" Billy demanded as the two women entered 
the living room. When neither answered, he said, "Both of you - over 
there where I can keep an eye on you ... and keep quiet."

Ellen brushed the tears of rage from her eyes and sat down on the bare 
mattress behind the table. She watched Sylvia cross the room and stand 
next to the window. She noticed that the girl's eyes still glowed with 
the reviling contempt that had sent her into the tantrum a moment 
before, and Ellen turned her head towards the men seated around the 
table.

"We got a little plan that's real interesting," Billy said, staring at 
Ellen, a half-grin of obvious pride on his face.

"I'd like to know what the girl has to do with the plan," the older man 
at the head of the table said sharply. "After all, there is a certain 
amount of risk involved in a venture of this nature. The greater number 
of participants only increases the probability of something going 
wrong."

"Ya keep your big words to yaself," Billy said. "She's here and she's 
going to be part of it."

Suddenly the large German Shepherd rose up from his prone position on 
the floor and came to attention next to his master's side as though he 
had sensed a note of urgency or danger. Billy ran his hand nervously 
down the animal's back, and shifted his eyes from Ellen back to the 
angry face of the man who pulled out some papers from his briefcase, 
setting them on the table before them.

"Alright, Billy," the man said condescendingly. "But let us keep in 
mind that you are putting yourself into a jeopardizing position. There 
are men higher up who won't appreciate your methods."

"Thanks for the advice, fella," Billy said and slapped the dog 
affectionately on the rear. "But let's get on with it."

Ellen tried to appear disinterested in what was going on around her, 
but she found it difficult not to follow the discussion. It was obvious 
that the men were planning a murder that would effect the political and 
social life of the entire area, if not the whole country, but it was 
still impossible to discover the reason for the assassination or who 
was to be shot. Ellen almost didn't want to know, as she was aware that 
the very possession of such knowledge would make things increasingly 
hard for her. She also felt that Billy had little, if any, 
understanding of the implications of the horrible act he was about to 
commit, yet he appeared to rush headlong into the plot like a 
blindfolded animal being led to its slaughter.

"I want you and your friend here," the man said, pointing to Cash, "to 
be at the entrance to the rally before the parade begins. This will 
give you the opportunity to survey the area. Our men will be waiting at 
the first exit to pick you up after the job is completed. The Senator 
should be the first speaker on the program, and you'll have a perfect 
vantage point to get a bead on him from behind his head."

"And what if they see us?" Cash asked. "There's gonna be a big crowd 
there and if they get a look at us, we're done for."

"There will be no problem. On the opposite side of the stadium there 
will be a fist fight planned - and some of our own men will be doing it-
-and just before you shoot, the crowd's attention will be deflected 
from Senator Jorgens."

Ellen suppressed a gasp of recognition on hearing the Senator's name 
being spoken. She realized that the man they were about to assassinate 
had been an important figure in Florida politics for several years, and 
had developed several enemies in the underworld that centered around 
Miami because of his brave attack on organized crime. She recalled with 
a painful sense of irony that Senator Jorgens had been the very man who 
had been pushing hard for prison reform within the state, and along 
with his investigation of crime had been exposing the inequities of the 
penal system in Florida. Certainly the four criminals in their 
ignorance did not realize this - but if they did, the question was 
whether it would make any difference. Yes, Billy and the rest were 
truly being used as tools that would be discarded after their purpose 
had been served. There was no doubt in her mind that their death 
warrants had already been signed by the underworld lords. Ellen, 
herself, could see that as plain as daylight; but in their desperation 
and ignorance the escaped convicts were in no position to view the 
consequences of their acts.

"Yeah, but if any of them people get a glance at us, it still looks 
like it'll all be over," Billy answered after a moment of thought.

"We have prepared for that eventuality, Billy," the man said smoothly, 
talking to Billy as though he were a small child who just couldn't 
understand. "The moment you shoot him, another shot will ring out from 
behind our fist fight. It will actually be a firecracker, and there 
will be no weapon to be found. By the time the police get to our decoy, 
you and your friend will be out of the stadium."

"I don't like it," Pop said for the first time.

"What don't you like about it?" the man said, turning sharply to the 
new speaker.

"The part about gettin' out. That street is gonna be packed and 
there'll be cops to hell and back."

"Now we come to the next stage in our plan," the man said and leaned 
closer to Cash and Billy who sat on either side of him. "We've got to 
make the killing look as though it came from the protectors who've been 
making trouble recently.

There will be a demonstration, as there always is, planned by us, and 
the student protectors will be uncomfortably close to our little fist 
fight. Now, knowing the temper of these times, who do you think is 
going to get fingered, you or the Students Alliance?"

"I don't want nothin' to do with no goddamn protest," Billy muttered, 
looking uncertain.

"My dear boy, don't you understand that the demonstrators will be your 
salvation? Who would suspect a couple of wanted men - actually appearing 
in public to kill a controversial Senator, when a bunch of noisy 
college kids will be waving signs and shouting their usual obscenities. 
You've just got to understand the dynamics of mob behavior. A crowd has 
no individuality; it does not think, it just acts - and our three 
ingredients, the fight, the firecracker, and the demonstrators, will 
more than assure you of complete success and escape."

"I don't know whatcha talkin' about," Billy said morosely. "But I get 
the feeling that you haven't leveled with us about why you want this 
goddamn Senator ripped off so real bad."

"Yeah, what's in it for you?" Vito's nasal voice joined in.

"My motives are of no special importance to you," the man nodded 
seriously. "Knowing too much may, in fact, be disadvantageous. I am a 
careful man who works for careful men, and I do not think you need to 
attach much importance to what you are doing. Just remember that it is 
through my employers that you have been able to make your escape from 
prison. We did that for you. We're prepared to go the rest of the way 
and see you get to Mexico in safety."

"I don't like the way you're runnin' everything. I think we can make 
this thing go better'n you, seein' that we're professionals," Billy 
interjected, a forced skepticism in his voice. He didn't mind all the 
brain work being allotted to others, but he reacted violently to the 
fact that he was being forced to follow the methods of people he did 
not know and did not trust. A flicker of jealous concern raced through 
his mind when he realized that his position as gang leader was being 
usurped by this outsider. "We got the experience and the know-how in 
making a hit, anyway."

"And that is precisely why we have hired you. However, on other levels 
there are things you cannot do. You have no idea of the larger concerns 
that govern the operation," the man responded contemptuously and rose 
up stiffly in his chair. "The other aspects of this project should not 
concern you or your men."

"There ain't no other concerns right now but that we get our money. 
Look here, Mr. Big Businessman, you show us the stash of cash, right 
now, or there won't be no big operation," Billy spat out angrily, 
suddenly fed up with the stranger's slickness. He leapt to his feet, 
"Let's see the green stuff!"

The man sat motionless at the head of the table and gazed coolly across 
the floor past Billy to the rain splattered warehouse window. He seemed 
to catch everything in his calm gaze in that instant, passing his eyes 
from the dog sitting tensely at Billy's side to the convict at the 
table, and slowly flicking them past the two women.

"It's all here for you to look at," the man said and opened his 
briefcase, withdrawing a stack of one-hundred dollar bills. "One half 
now. You get the rest, my friend, after the killing."

"How do we know you won't cross us?" Pop suddenly demanded from the far 
end of the table.

"You don't know, do you?" the man said without raising his voice.

On command from Billy the dog jumped to its feet and moved like a shot 
towards the man. The man did not lose his composure, he merely said in 
a normal tone of voice, "Down, Rex!" The huge animal snarled in 
rebellion, but the stranger continued to stare directly at it. "Down," 
he repeated. The dog looked questioningly up at his master.

"I just wanted to give you an idea that we ain't foolin' with ya," 
Billy said nervously, then added, "Down, Rex." His fists were clenched 
as he glared at the table.

"I have no doubts about that," the would-be victim answered, smiling 
sarcastically. "But this is all very childish. Sit down so we can 
finish making our preparations."

Suddenly Billy looked cowed. All his attempts to intimidate the older 
man and to retain his own precarious power had failed, and he seemed 
almost defeated standing with his command all but gone and his pride 
smashed. It was obvious to Ellen that he was unable to understand the 
intricacies of the assassination plot, and that he was no more than a 
hired gunman ... and not a very bright one at that. He and the rest of 
them were expendable items and had a limited usefulness, but none of 
them knew this.

Almost as if sensing his untenable position, the gang leader sat down. 
He stared, almost unseeingly, at the well-dressed man. All of his 
criminal instincts told him something was wrong, but there was nothing 
he could do about it; with a snap of his fingers the man with the 
briefcase could have him and the others back in prison where they would 
probably remain for most of their lives, living in a kind of twilight 
world of unfulfilled dreams and vain promises ... if they weren't hit 
by the underworld within the walls as a lesson to others. His own men 
were probably more distrustful of him now than they had ever been, and 
this is what made things all the more painful. He couldn't stand being 
knocked down in front of the others as though he were just a piece of 
dirt. Irrationally, he thought about pulling his gun and killing the 
man opposite him, but one look at his own trembling hands told him he'd 
never pull it off.

The rain drove in long sweeps across the parking lot outside the 
warehouse and beat against the windows of the ramshackle building in a 
mounting fury that seemed to match the violence of the discussion going 
on inside. Ellen felt the impact of the two forces merge inside her and 
her very body shuddered while the argument between the opposing figures 
of authority continued to build in intensity. She felt her heart go out 
to Billy and the other prisoners as she became more and more aware that 
they were no match against the real professional seated at the head of 
the table. Even the German Shepherd lying by the gang leader's side had 
been prevented from attacking the man, as though the animal itself were 
no match against the superior will of the stranger. Ellen likened the 
prison escapees to a bunch of children who had lost their way in a 
woods and had reverted back to their primal nature, searching and 
stumbling down blind paths that only made them more utterly lost while 
their base animal selves took over.

And now, despite the fact that they had raped her and run their coarse 
hands over and over her body as though she were nothing more than a 
slut off the streets, she felt pity mixed with fear for them: did they 
know what tragedy awaited them, or had they been reduced to mere sub-
humans by their years of confinement ... and unable to recognize that 
the superior cunning of the man with the briefcase was to be their own 
destruction?

"The money looks OK," Billy said grudgingly and counted the bills, 
laying them down on the table in front of the man. "When do we get the 
rest?"

"That, of course, comes after the killing," the man said coldly and 
looked down at the dog lying next to Billy.

"The boat's gonna be waiting? Ya know we'll be hot for about five 
years," the gang leader asked, looking at Cash and Pop almost as if he 
were seeking their support against this man.

"Your driver will have this map," the man said and drew out a folded 
chart from his briefcase. "This will show him the route marked to the 
private pier down the coast about ten miles. A boat will be waiting 
along with the balance of your payment. In a few days you'll be safe in 
Mexico."

"Mexico! Whooopeeee!" Vito suddenly shouted with uncharacteristic 
enthusiasm, clapping his hands gleefully. "Goddamn, I can't wait to get 
my hands on some of them senoritas!"

The stranger looked harshly across at the little convict, an expression 
of contempt on his face for a moment. "It is not necessarily going to 
be that easy. Once you get to the boat you should be relatively safe, 
but there still are some risks, even though we are taking all 
precautions at the stadium."

"What happens if them demonstrators don't raise a ruckus?" Billy asked.

"It will be impossible for them not to do so. We have our own plants in 
the crowd who will stir them up. I think we can assume that a few of 
the protectors will be injured by the police."

"That's no sweat off my back," Billy muttered. "Just as long as we get 
our dough and get out quick."

"You must remember to follow the agreed-upon plan. The higher ups in 
the organization know what they're doing. We're the only protection you 
have, and the protection will work only if you follow instructions."

Billy looked around the table at Cash, Pop, and Vito. They did not look 
back at him but kept their eyes lowered to the map on the table. There 
was no doubt which way they would go if he put the choice to them.

"Okay, fella, let's hear the rest of it," he said after a few minutes.

There were no other objections after Billy had had his say, and Ellen 
sat in stunned and helpless silence as the whole horrible plot was 
outlined before her eyes that would assassinate an important public 
figure and leave several bystanders dead or injured and would free the 
crime syndicate that was engineering the plot to operate without 
restraint.

The long day went on and on ... interminably. Tempers grew short, and 
more than once, a snarling Billy was forced to back down. Time and time 
again, the men went over the plan, each one learning his part in the 
operation until it was committed to memory. It was late afternoon 
before the man folded his maps and packed them away in his briefcase. 
Billy had followed the complicated plan throughout the day while 
occasionally one or two of the others had to be nudged awake because of 
the humid, stupefying heat. Periodically, as the afternoon wore on, 
Ellen felt Pop's and Cash's eyes returning to view her half-naked young 
body in obvious remembrance of what they had done to her the night 
before. Sylvia slept - unmindful of the conversation going on around 
her. But the snake-like eyes of Vito didn't sleep; they followed 
Ellen's every movement and they plainly said what he would like to do 
to her later that night. The others had gotten theirs and with Sylvia 
on hand to complicate things it looked like he might have the 
opportunity to take advantage of her when the others became distracted 
with the final steps of the assassination plot, and he was left alone 
with the girl.

Finally, the well-dressed man and the gang leader moved toward the 
door. "Okay, it's all set to go," Billy said, standing at the stairway. 
It was then he seemed to relax a little and asked quizzically. "But one 
other thing. How come ya thought of hiring us to do the rip-off?"

The stranger smiled for the first time and raised his briefcase off the 
floor. "We look for experts and found them. We put no cost level on 
gunmen we hire, you ought to know that from the conversations you had 
in the Pen."

"Yeah, that's right," Billy shrugged, sounding only half-assured. He 
was still standing there, looking uncertain, when he closed the door 
behind him without even waiting for the stranger to leave the 
warehouse.
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Chapter 3

Ellen was glad when she heard the sound of the car engine leaving the 
house even though she knew it only brought the time closer when she 
would be, without a doubt, subjected to more indignities at the hands 
of her captors. But the man with the briefcase had brought more fear 
into her than ever would have been possible had she merely been 
sequestered with these criminals alone. Suddenly she had an image in 
her mind of what the outside world would be if political assassinations 
were permitted to go unchecked and unsolved; and it didn't look good. 
It would be a world of steadily mounting chaos where the strongest 
ruled the weak, and where the law of the land would become the savage 
rule of survival of the fittest. Right now the wanton abuse of her body 
and her loss of complete self-respect seemed almost inconsequential in 
comparison to what they were about to do tomorrow; yet she knew that 
when the moment came, and she had to submit to them once more, she 
would react with as much revulsion as she had before ... because it was 
happening to her! A rape was here and now! And there was no way of 
escaping the humiliation ... especially with these men.

"Why dontcha make yaself comfortable, honey?" she heard Sylvia ask 
Billy in an obsequious tone. "Maybe I can fix ya somethin' to eat."

"Goddamn it, just get me some whiskey and leave me alone, will ya?" he 
answered gruffly, weary, uncertain, and still angry at the discussion 
he had had with the overbearing stranger.

The others sat quietly and averted their gaze from Billy, knowing that 
it would be sheer idiocy to cross their gang leader at this moment. 
They knew what he was capable of doing, and were fearful that he might 
erupt into an uncontrollable violence after he had been rather abruptly 
put in place so many different times during the long day. He had been 
humiliated and beaten at his own game, and now he was momentarily 
reduced to the same level as the other men. That would mean that he 
would try to assert himself more vigorously than he ever had before; 
after all, he was now challenged on all sides, and a cornered animal 
has no choice other than to fight violently for its life.

Ellen sat and watched Billy extend his glass for Sylvia to fill it to 
the brim. Time seemed to stand still in the warehouse, the afternoon 
had worn into the lazy summer half-light of early evening. The rain had 
stopped and over the hazy skyline of the nearby city a burnished sunset 
glow lit up the horizon. Soon it would be night, and Ellen's fear of 
what the men planned to do to her next began to grow. Cash, Pop and 
Vito were crouched down next to the wall at the far end of the room; 
they had begun shooting craps, and with each crack of the dice Ellen 
felt as though a new verdict or further confirmation of her ravishment 
was being sealed. Once Vito stared back at her, and Ellen caught a 
sliver of light that glittered up from the evilly swirling depths of 
lust in his eye. The silence was ominous, and the intermittent sounds 
of Billy pouring himself more whisky and the dice clattering against 
the wall only made it all the more frightening.

The thought struck Ellen that the dice playing, the drinking, and even 
that vile expression of animal lust she had experienced last night and 
undoubtedly would be subjugated to again, were expressions of a deep 
inner fear that embraced each of the four men. Death was near, it was 
inescapable, and if they couldn't out-run it, then they could at least 
blind themselves to its approach. Even Sylvia seemed to be aware of it, 
and she sat silently drinking alongside Billy, her movements strangely 
tranquil, almost a mirror image of the gang leader's gestures of quiet 
desperation. Slowly the silence seemed to break with the growing 
chatter from the men crouched near the wall, and Ellen sensed that 
plans for the night were being made again. Occasional furtive glances 
were shot up towards her seated figure, and she tried to make herself 
as stiff and unobtrusive looking as possible. She was grateful for the 
glass of whiskey Billy had poured for her earlier, and now she sipped 
from it, feeling it course through her veins and relaxing her somewhat. 
Then, suddenly, she remembered the dog; and for some reason, she 
shuddered at the thought of the huge animal lying in watchful repose at 
its master's feet.

She wanted to blot it out: she just couldn't stand the sight of the 
animal. If she tried to escape, he would stop her!

As if sensing her thoughts, Rex raised his head and stared at her.

But the strange irrational feeling subsided as quickly as it had come 
upon her, and she was left to handle more realistic considerations of 
how she was going to avoid further attacks from the four criminals. She 
hoped beyond hope that Billy would make some kind of sign to assure her 
that she would be his for the evening. The thought of him possessing 
her was not pleasant, but it was preferable to her other alternatives. 
She knew too that she had been on his mind. If he took her tonight he 
would have the wrath of the gang girl to deal with, and if he didn't, 
he knew he had to give her to the others. Her eyes wandered across the 
room to the soiled mattress where Cash and Pop had raped and ravaged 
her, kneading her body into tortured balls of humiliated flesh the 
night before. And now she found herself muttering a silent prayer - a 
silent pleading that Billy wouldn't let them do that to her again.

"It's getting late. Don't you think we oughta head to bed, honey?" 
Sylvia's voice suddenly broke through the heavy silence.

The gang leader remained morosely silent, but the others responded by 
moving away from their crap game and facing Billy and his former 
girlfriend.

"If you want to have Sylvia tonight, there ain't no reason, it seems to 
me, we can't have a go at little Miss Sweet Pussy here one more time," 
Cash said, and grinned at the laughter he had provoked from Vito and 
Pop.

Billy looked up at him and for the first time since the meeting had 
ended several hours earlier smiled.

"Well, there's been a change of plans, Cash, old boy," Billy said 
thickly, the alcohol he had drunk obviously affecting his speech. 
"She's sleeping in my bed tonight!"

Ellen felt her heart plunge into her throat. Yes, it was happening, and 
she just couldn't believe that this was going on right before her own 
eyes. It wasn't much, but she wouldn't be raped by all four of the 
gunmen again, at least tonight.

"Billy, Billy," Sylvia cried out, a sound of pain erupting from her 
throat. "What are you doing? We've been together so long. You can't do 
this to me."

"Shut up," he said angrily without looking at her. "When I say the 
word, don't you or nobody question it."

"Please Billy, I been waiting for you so long, and now you go and do 
this thing to me!"

"Shut up, I said," Billy snarled and slapped her hard across the face. 
"You heard my decision. You should have thought about it earlier, when 
you were giving Pete O'Hara one of your special blow jobs and fucking 
half the raunchy turds in his gang."

"Billy! You can't do this to me," she screeched, "I won't let you."

There was a moment of pause, deadly in its silence, then Billy spoke 
again. "I'm tired of your goddamn complaints." He turned and looked at 
the men, a sardonic look in his eyes. Then he cast his gaze back toward 
the enraged contorted face of the gang girl and grinned. "I'm making 
you guys a little present."

A loud wail of protest came out of Sylvia's mouth. What Billy intended 
to do at this moment was only too clear, and she shook her head from 
side to side in disbelief. The gang leader and his former girlfriend 
stared at each other for an instant, then Billy shrugged and waved his 
hand toward the ferret-like little convict in a gesture of 
indifference. "You've been waitin' a long time, Vito. Go to it! She's 
all yours! Do what you want to her. Leave a little something for the 
other boys. Maybe you should teach her a little discipline."

A shock ran through the room. Vito, like a weasel after a rabbit, 
responded immediately, bounding across the room and covering the 
distance between himself and Sylvia in a single leap. He landed on her 
stomach and crushed her flat to the floor. Sylvia wrenched her 
voluptuously tall body and kicked her legs out futilely on either side 
of him, but the speed and suddenness of his attack were too great for 
her, and she lay writhing and screaming obscenities beneath his already 
humping body without the slightest chance of escape.

Vito clung to her, saliva running lewdly from the corners of his mouth, 
and his greasy hair falling over his eyes; he looked like a bird of 
prey ready to devour its helpless, fear-stricken victim in a savage 
feast. He had been denied a part in the proceedings too long, and his 
near-insane emotions had built to an explosive peak of anger and 
unbearable frustration. He had thought that he might finally get his 
chance at Ellen tonight, but in a way this was even better, he 
considered, recalling how Sylvia had teased and flirted with him safe 
in the knowledge that he wouldn't dare touch her because she belonged 
to Billy. Then there had been her statement earlier in day about his 
being a "little creep." He would pay her back a thousandfold for each 
insult, for each suggestive smile she had given him, and for each 
prick-teasing touch to his arm that had driven him half-crazy with a 
lust that he had known he couldn't possibly satiate while Billy was 
leader.

But now her situation had changed, and their roles were reversed, the 
prize of the leader's girl lay utterly prostrate and helpless beneath 
him. He had permission to do anything he wanted to the slut. Billy no 
longer cared what happened to her and had even chosen that she be taken 
first by Vito whom she had tormented and tortured for so long.

Ellen watched in horror from her position on the end of the mattress 
where she sat next to Billy's chair. She wanted to help the poor 
defenseless girl, but could not. No one, even Billy, could have torn 
the lust-crazed Vito from the sensuous young brunette's body, now. 
Ellen realized that she was just as helpless and vulnerable as Sylvia, 
and the knowledge increased her fear and dread at the horrible 
spectacle transpiring in front of her.

She watched as Vito pulled the face of the girl to him and mashed his 
thin, spittle-covered lips down hard on her gaping mouth. The kiss was 
hard and brutal and the girl tossed her head in an attempt to wrench 
her mouth out from under his, but the movement carried through with a 
force that sent her head rattling against the floorboards.

Sylvia grunted in startled pain from the shock and then incoherent 
mumblings of panic began pouring from her lips, and she tried once 
again to escape as she looked up at Vito's evil little face so 
contorted with murderous rage and violence. She screamed and then her 
breath stopped short as she saw the attack coming - his palm swinging in 
a wide arc over her exposed face. The blow came down hard, and her head 
hit against the floor again with a loud thud. He slapped her rapidly 
about half a dozen times until her shrill screaming ceased. Ellen 
thought that surely the girl must be unconscious, and Vito must have 
thought the same for he began unhooking his pants. Sylvia's head 
rebounded off the floor and she succeeded in scrambling to her knees in 
a burst of energy that only fear can bring.

"Billy, please, help me, baby," the girl screamed in a frantic voice.

Vito's second series of slaps came from the side and landed on the 
kneeling girl's face in a loud sound of hard flesh hitting soft flesh; 
the force of his blows sent her flying backwards halfway across the 
room, where she thudded against the wall.

 From her position on the mattress, Ellen watched in disbelief and utter 
dismay. It didn't seem possible that Vito could treat the girl as 
roughly as he did or that Billy would allow it, but she could see with 
her own eyes that it was true. She shuddered to think that the same 
murderous treatment by the gang could well be applied to her at any 
moment if she didn't cooperate.

Vito lurched across the room and dragged his half-conscious victim back 
across the floor until the couple were once again directly in front of 
Ellen and Billy. He slapped Sylvia again, and Cash and Pop smiled 
uncertainly from the distance of the other side of the room. They knew 
that their turn with the proud, arrogantly tormenting bitch would come 
soon and, although they were as ready as Vito to turn their long pent-
up resentment and lust on her in revenge for the haughty way she had 
treated them, they still did not want the merchandise harmed.

The dark-haired girl was barely conscious now, and Ellen watched in 
stunned disgust as Vito's beady eyes greedily surveyed the feast spread 
before him. Then he began ripping the clothes off her sensually limp 
young body as rapidly as possible. Cash and Pop moved closer from 
across the room until they hovered directly over the couple, their eyes 
gleaming with lewd desire. This is the way it had looked last night, 
Ellen thought, when it was me on the floor.

Vito's long bony fingers curled around the collar of the girl's dress, 
then with a sudden rip he tore the entire front of her dress from her 
upper torso, exposing the luscious fullness of her large, nakedly firm 
breasts with their quivering, pink-areoled nipples that had stiffened 
into hardness upon contact with the air.

Sylvia started into full consciousness at the sudden assault and once 
again attempted to pull herself to her knees, but Vito used his foot to 
brutally shove her back to the floor, yanking both the dress and her 
sheer bikini panties off her long, slenderly tapered legs in a quick 
savage movement. The voluptuous brunette lay totally exposed and 
defenselessly naked underneath him now, her ripe curvaceous body 
contrasting dramatically with his ferret-like form.

There was no resistance left in the gang girl, but Vito didn't let up 
his animal-like attack for a minute. The sex-crazed little convict 
clawed and pulled like a madman at her softly quivering breasts and 
wide, firm-fleshed buttocks. He pulled at the poor girl's brown, berry-
like nipples as though he were attempting to tear them off, causing her 
to shriek continuously in pain. Then he sprang to an obscene sitting 
position on her tautly writhing abdomen and curled his fingers around 
her small wasp-like waist in a vicious grip that brought tears of 
fright even to Ellen's gaping eyes.

The young blonde hostage felt tears of pity spilling uncontrollably 
down her own cheeks as the evil little Vito unzipped his fly and slowly 
twisted his pants down his legs to his ankles where they remained 
bunched in an obscene knot. Then laughing like a maniac, he forced 
Sylvia's legs brutally upright, then dropped his thin body beneath them 
and fell onto her quivering chest, crushing her hard against the floor 
once again.

The couple's feet were just inches away from Ellen who sat on the 
mattress, and her vision focused up between their legs at the girl's 
pink-fleshed pubic mound that was delicately covered with tendrils of 
sparsely curling black hair. The soft, wetly glistening cuntal mouth 
had parted slightly to reveal a second layer of blushing pussy lips 
between them. Then Vito savagely forced the girl's legs further apart 
and the jagged inner lips surfaced, curling outwards from the smooth-
looking flesh of the tight stretched opening. Above the defenselessly 
naked target of the girl's vagina, Vito's wildly pulsating cock and his 
sperm-inflated balls dangled between his parted legs. A thin stream of 
clear, sticky-looking lubricant had already seeped out of the gaping 
hole at the head of his lust-swollen penis, and Ellen shivered in 
revulsion and disgust at the sight of it.

The sadistic little convict's hands pressed into Sylvia's fearfully 
cringing abdomen and then mashed the softly fleshed white orbs of her 
already squashed buttocks more firmly to the floor. He poised his now 
fully erect member just inside the straining entryway, keeping it there 
for what seemed to be several eternities.

Ellen could see the blood-engorged cock head throb and jerk as it slowly 
expanded Sylvia's small elastic cuntal mouth and pressed her wetly pink 
flesh inward. The full outer lips of the wailing gang girl's glistening 
pussy spread further and further apart, and small wisps of pubic hair 
brushed and curled around the sides of his pulsating stiffness poised 
between them. Then, suddenly, Vito shoved his long thick cudgel 
brutally into the tightly stretched cuntal opening, and the red layer 
of vaginal flesh sunk inward as his massively hard cock slithered all 
the way to the hilt into her, bringing a scream of pain from Sylvia's 
lips.

"Aaaaaargh! You're hurting meeeee!"

The blood drained from Ellen's head, and she sank back in a near-faint 
against the mattress where she sat only inches away from the couple's 
wildly thrashing legs. She felt dizzy and her vision blurred to the 
point where she thought she was going to pass out completely, but she 
didn't. Instead, her heart beat in her throat and she began trembling, 
half in fear and half in something she didn't quite understand. An 
obscene memory suddenly flooded into her mind without warning. She had 
been brutally taken like this last night! It had been different with 
.... with, who? Who? Abruptly she remembered!

She was no longer in the shabby warehouse, watching Vito's cruel 
violation of Billy's discarded girlfriend. No, now she was back on the 
beach and peering over the sand dune, stunned at the unbelievable image 
of the boy fucking her very own sister, while a second man waited his 
turn! Jennifer had been wildly ecstatic - lewdly enthusiastic and 
enjoying it - as she lifted her heels onto the boy's buttocks in an 
effort to force his penis deeper, deeper into her insanely thrusting 
loins that writhed so wantonly back and forth while her vagina climbed 
steadily up the lewd pole of the boy's stiffened white flesh thrusting 
into her like a piston rod.

Everything looked the same to Ellen, except that now she could see the 
all-too-vivid close-up of Sylvia's blushing pussy flesh clinging to 
Vito's wetly glistening penis on the outstroke, before the cuntal lips 
disappeared back inside as the little convict rammed his hardened shaft 
forward again. There was one other difference between the scene with 
Jennifer, her sister, and what was happening here! Jennifer had been 
almost delirious with sexual enjoyment. Sylvia was screaming like a 
wounded animal.

Ellen wanted to ask Billy to stop the attack, but she knew it was 
useless. Vito was already master of the girl that he had beaten into a 
yelling mass of submission; it was only a matter of seconds before 
Sylvia became adjusted to the rape. Even so, Billy couldn't have 
interfered if he wanted to; he had offered the gang girl to Vito and 
allowed the brutal little sadist to mistreat her, and now Vito's first 
maniacal strokes into her wetly cringing cunt had sealed the poor 
helpless girl's fate.

Sylvia's mouth opened and contorted soundlessly on her anguished face, 
too stunned to even make a protest. She twisted her nakedly voluptuous 
body to escape the hotly stabbing cock, but Vito thrust harder, 
screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape. She 
was trapped ... trapped, and he lay over her for a moment wanting her 
to realize the helplessness of her position, proud that he could hurt 
her this way.

 From the beginning when the tall brunette had tortured and teased him 
to the point of madness, Vito had known it would be like this if he 
could only get his long hard cock into her smart-assed softness. And he 
was skewered into her good now; she was so deeply impaled on his rod of 
flesh that he could hurt her all he wanted, and there wasn't a thing 
she could do about it. After all, Billy himself had said, "Do whatever 
you want." The wiry little sadist reveled in the power he had over the 
leader's former girlfriend as he flexed the head of his impatiently 
throbbing cock against the tight wall of her wetly cringing cunt, 
bringing a low moan from the stuck-up bitch's gaping mouth.

Sylvia choked and sputtered beneath him in her ultimate humiliation of 
being the leader's rejected girlfriend now at the mercy of the 
sadistically sniveling Vito. In only a few hours her pride and 
assurance had plunged to depths of shame and fear beyond her wildest 
imagination. She knew that she would be tossed to Cash and Pop -both of 
whom hated her arrogance - when Vito was through with her body. They 
would shamelessly abuse her and violently fuck her when and how they 
desired until her young body lay hopelessly battered on the dirty 
floor, totally useless to anyone. She had seen it happen to other 
girls, but she had never believed it would happen to her. Never!

"Billy, baby, God, make him stop. Please make him stop," she moaned as 
Vito flexed his throbbing hardness mockingly inside her again.

"Fuck off, you bitch," the gang leader said cruelly.

Sylvia's bulging eyes gaped wider in piteous disbelief when Billy 
continued to sit silently in his chair next to the fearfully crouching 
Ellen on the mattress; he merely stared at his former girlfriend 
stonily and without sympathy. He had given his word to Vito and his men 
and he couldn't go back on it. The sensually naked brunette began to 
toss her head wildly from side to side on the dirty floor as the 
realization struck her with grim certainty that she had completely lost 
her power over her only possible defender ... that another woman had 
taken her place ... and she was no longer the proud and untouchable 
queen ... only another helpless female.

Then Vito sank his impatiently pulsing hardness brutally deeper, 
beginning to plunge into her with long hard strokes that enveloped the 
full length of his erectly throbbing prick. The naked young gang girl 
pulled back under him, grinding her firmly fleshed buttocks down 
against the floor in pain, and moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding 
body. Her mouth gaped open wide as her jet black hair flailed from side 
to side on the hard floorboards again and again in utter anguish. A 
whimper gurgled from her throat as Vito clenched his cruelly digging 
fingers under the backs of her thighs and pulled her legs forward until 
her knees were pressed against her shoulders. She was wet and open and 
helpless now, and he had complete access to her voluptuous young body 
as he began to fuck into her with ever-increasing brutal, hard-driving 
strokes.

"Oooooooooo God, Billy, stop him. Stop him!" Sylvia shrieked, then 
gagged in pain.

There was a seemingly endless pause lasting so long that Ellen thought 
Billy wouldn't even bother to answer his former girlfriend. "Sorry," 
the gang leader finally spat out at her nakedly thrashing young body, 
"but I ain't got no sympathy for bitches that cross me."

"Oh God, anybody else, but not Vito! He's horrible!" Sylvia wailed to 
no one in particular, realizing her pleas to Billy were useless.

Her wild supplications and moans were cut off abruptly when, without 
any prior warning, Vito's hand swung over her face and he smashed his 
flat palm down hard on her half-open mouth. Sylvia's further pleas were 
choked back deep in her chest and issued forth over the hand around her 
mouth in incoherent mumblings and piteous gurglings. The sadistic Vito, 
inflamed by her insults and encouraged by Billy's silence, spread his 
hand over her mouth and under the tall brunette's nostrils until Ellen 
thought that surely the girl would suffocate, but all the while the 
mumblings continued while Vito wildly thrust his hips back and forth, 
fucking her more violently and brutally than before.

Sylvia was torturously bent now, her knees pulled back over her 
shoulders and scraping against the floorboards on each side of her 
head.

Above her jackknifed form, Vito's stiff arm ground into her mouth and 
extended above her face like a lever from which the rest of his wiry 
little body slapped and beat against Sylvia's naked voluptuousness in 
an even more lust-crazed momentum. Below her, his long stiff hardness 
thrust mercilessly with all his strength into the tight little cuntal 
opening of her upraised crotch being presented up to him to batter and 
use as he willed. The long dangling leathery sac of his sperm-bloated 
balls swung lewdly beneath his legs, slamming fiercely into the 
sweating crevice of her quivering young rectum with each harsh stroke; 
the obscene sight caused Ellen to shiver with terror and repugnance 
from where she sat behind the lewdly splayed legs of the couple.

She didn't want to hear and covered her ears, but nothing could shut 
out those animal-like sounds of fucking. She closed her eyes in an 
attempt to separate herself from the salacious spectacle transpiring 
before her, but she involuntarily opened them wide again when she heard 
Vito ram into the gang girl so hard that her back bounced up and down 
against the floorboards.

Ellen stiffened, her eyes agape in horror as the sadistic little rapist 
seemed to lose all control of himself and began to churn and revolve 
his pelvis into the girl's widely-stretched pink vaginal slit in a 
maniacal sexual frenzy. His downward thrusts slammed Sylvia's softly 
fleshed buttocks down hard against the floor, and when he pulled 
outward he dragged her whole sweating body up with a wet sucking sound. 
Ellen thought that surely Vito would kill the tall brunette as she saw 
right before her eyes his already long, blood-engorged instrument 
expand and lengthen to monstrous proportions with each stroke he made 
into the girl.

The helpless young blonde hostage quivered involuntarily at the sight 
of the wet inflamed flesh of Sylvia's tightly clasping vagina being 
drawn out and then sucked inward with each thrust that the long white 
cock made into her moist warm hole.

And then Ellen gasped aloud as she heard a low guttural sound coming 
from deep in Vito's chest and saw his wiry little body slam into the 
girl one final time as though he meant to drive her through the floor. 
He buckled and collapsed over her half way, falling onto her painfully 
quaking chest as his naked buttocks indented and he began spewing his 
white sticky sperm deep into Sylvia's defenselessly upraised cunt.

Ellen saw his hands flail out and tangle cruelly on the girl's hips, 
holding her pelvis to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his 
wildly jerking penis all the way down to her cervix. White sticky 
liquid bubbled up and overflowed around the thick base of his wetly 
glistening cock, the heated cum oozing down his trembling thighs and 
into the wide-spread crevice between Sylvia's buttocks.

As his cock slowly deflated in the tortured gang girl's stretched and 
battered cunt, Ellen could see the wetness continue to slowly seep out 
until it was puddling in a pearl-colored pool of thick liquid on the 
bare wood floor. Sylvia's legs had fallen heavily to the side, and Vito 
continued to lie on top of her for a good while in a collapsed heap, 
until his gradually deflating cock slipped out of the tight sheath-like 
cunt with a wet sucking sound. Then the little convict crawled cockily 
to his feet, and stood over the girl's limp defeated form with a proud 
expression on his face as he pulled up his pants and zipped up his fly. 
She wasn't so high and mighty now, she was no longer too good for him, 
and she and everyone else knew it. He delighted in the way she flinched 
and closed her eyes, unable to protest any longer, when she saw him 
smiling down at her tautly heaving belly that was filled with his hot 
cum. Billy had made a big mistake, he gloated, he had forced Sylvia 
down to Vito's level, and now she would be with him against Billy in 
the future.

Sylvia closed her eyes and lay absolutely still on the floor. Her long 
tapered legs were still nakedly separated, revealing a pubic mound 
soaked and glistening with thin sticky trails of the semen Vito had 
just pumped into her, but it didn't matter any more. Five minutes ago 
she had been the proud and untouchable queen, the leader's girl, and 
now she had sunk to the depths of the gang whore from where she could 
never return.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 4

Ellen turned where she sat on the mattress next to Billy's chair, and 
saw him glare at the vanquished, miserable form across from them with a 
contemptuous condescending look. He seemed to have no sympathy 
whatsoever, no pity for the girl at all, and Ellen sensed it was 
because he foresaw an equally harsh fate awaiting him tomorrow. He had 
struck her as colder than the others from the first, but she had never 
seen him so aloof, and she was glad - for some reason she didn't 
understand - that he seemed to have a special fondness for her.

Or, at least, he had seemed to before, but now she wasn't so sure.

The gang leader had sunk into an angry mood of depression since the 
well-dressed stranger had arrived and made him look like such a fool in 
front of the others whom he was already having problems bending to his 
leadership. Ellen knew that, in this horrible frame of mind he was in 
now, he would make great demands on her, and she was more frightened of 
him than she had ever been before. But she would exert every ounce of 
her energy and concentration to satisfy those demands no matter how 
perverted or gross - and to please him so as not to lose her position of 
favor with him. The other fate of being thrown to the others, and 
particularly Vito, was inconceivably worse.

"Uuuuuuhhhhhh."

Ellen's attention shifted abruptly back to the girl on the floor. 
Sylvia moaned in a low incoherent voice through her daze of pain and 
began to move her limbs tentatively as though to see if they still 
worked. She seemed to be coming slowly back to life, and gradually she 
opened her eyes and lifted a limp arm to her forehead to push back her 
wildly tousled jet black hair. She managed to raise herself painfully 
onto one elbow from where she stared hard at Billy and Ellen, glaring 
at them both with a look of implacable hatred.

"You picked that bitch, Billy. Well, alright! You take her," she spoke 
in a faint cracked voice. "But you better enjoy her before I get her, 
cause I'm gonna cut her to tiny shreds."

Chills ran the full length of Ellen's spine as the girl's bitter eyes 
seemed to pierce through her. Sylvia slowly pulled herself up to a 
sitting position on the floor and then wobbled onto her knees like a 
drunken woman. Ellen looked at her tottering, unsteady figure and only 
then realized the full sensual beauty of the girl for the first time. 
She was much taller than Ellen and possessed an arrogant animalistic 
sense of assurance even in her present battered condition. Her 
shoulders were broad and supported enormous widely-spaced breasts with 
large dark pink nipples like the petals of flowers. She created an 
illusion of strength and delicacy at the same time, and her sliver of a 
waist blossomed out over wide womanly hipbones to the roundness of her 
firmly fleshed buttocks. Her lithe, strong looking limbs and flashing 
eyes reminded Ellen of a cat that was about to pounce, and Ellen 
shuddered as she considered what might happen to her once the girl did 
get her strength back. Her pride had suffered a disastrous blow and, 
though there was nothing the girl could do to retrieve her lost status, 
Ellen sensed she would do everything for revenge on the person she 
considered responsible. And that person was Ellen! Instinctively, the 
young blonde hostage found herself glancing frantically at Billy for 
protection. He was her single bulwark of security in this depraved 
chaotic world against the rejected and angry girlfriend.

Ellen began trembling in spite of herself and moved closer to the gang 
leader. Her fearfully trembling hand shook his arm as though to alarm 
him to the impending danger. She cringed behind his chair until he was 
directly positioned between her and the infuriated girl, seeking 
vengeance. Her mind grew almost frantic with fear again, and she 
realized she would beg or humiliate herself in any way that he required 
for his strength and protection. She had to, there was no one else to 
turn to.

Billy had been drinking heavily and he chuckled out loud as he felt the 
blonde bitch tugging in panic on his arm. She was in a position of 
complete dependence on him now, he knew it, and she knew it! He hadn't 
planned for Sylvia's wrath to drive the girl to him, but now that it 
had happened he wasn't too surprised. He had known from the beginning 
that he couldn't lose in his desire to totally possess her, it was just 
a matter of the particular circumstances that would drive her to him. 
If it hadn't been this, it would have been something else, probably 
Vito.

As it was, he was satisfied. No matter how it had happened. The young 
blonde girl was now groveling at his feet and tugging at his arm as 
though he were her absolute last hope in life - trembling like a 
frightened little wild animal in sheer terror of what could and would 
happen to her if the humiliated Sylvia ever got her hands on her. And 
she was correct in her fear! He knew what Sylvia was capable of doing 
to another female if she ever got the opportunity; it had taken 197 
stitches to close the knife wounds on that Puerto Rican girl. But she 
wasn't getting the opportunity. No, he would take the blonde girl to 
bed with him tonight, and Sylvia would have more than her hands full as 
soon as she was alone with the others. They would be even rougher with 
her than they had been with the blonde bitch, but that was all right. 
Finding oneself at the whims of others seemed to be the order of the 
moment. He realized that he, too, was at the behest of the arrogant 
stranger, just like Sylvia was at his command. If things didn't go well 
he would pay for the miscalculations just as Sylvia was suffering for 
her miscalculation of not leveling with him about laying around town 
while he was behind bars. Still, though, his decision to toss her to 
that little bastard Vito had been made in a moment of anger. He wished 
he hadn't done it, but there was nothing he could do about it now, and 
it seemed to fit in with this new incomprehensible system of justice.

The only thing left for him to do was to enjoy himself, and he planned 
to enjoy this night, probably his last night in the United States, with 
Ellen to the fullest. He would take from her all she had to give and 
more besides. Last night he had heard her shrieking out her wild 
orgasms; she was a hot little fuck, even if she didn't know it herself 
yet. Yes, he would put her through all the paces he could think of, and 
he wasn't going to let this tenderness he seemed to momentarily feel 
for her get in the way of his pleasure. It had been a long time since 
he had felt this gentleness toward anyone and it bothered him. There 
wasn't any way to consider it but utter sentimental weakness and he 
meant to overcome it. In fact, it would be dangerous for him if he 
started thinking like that.

Still, though, last night it had almost torn him apart when he had laid 
in the other room and listened to her screaming and fighting impossibly 
against the greater strength of his underlings when the men had taken 
her. Then her screams had turned to moans, then mewls, then shrieking 
encouragement to "fuck harder!" It had been humiliating for her, he 
guessed, but there was nothing he could have done about it. He had 
offered her as prize in the crap game and hadn't considered the 
possibility of himself losing. Well, he had lost her, and once that had 
happened there was nothing he could have done for her. She'd had to eat 
her humble pie just like he'd had to this afternoon with the man and 
Sylvia was doing now. Still, maybe tonight the blonde girl would get 
with it and really enjoy it; after all, he was prepared to be gentle as 
long as she wanted him to be gentle.

His attention suddenly jerked back to the brutal present with the 
tightening of Ellen's hand on his arm once again. He started when her 
fingers grasped his hairy forearm in a tight pinch, and he looked back 
in time to see the homicidal Sylvia swaying on her feet towards Ellen 
with her face contorted in an unbelievable look of venomous hatred and 
anger. The tall brunette tottered on her shaking legs and her arms 
swooped out in front of her unsteady body as though she were about to 
pounce on the crouching Ellen, then she did exactly that ...

"Catch her, Cash," Billy shouted quickly, trying to fend off the 
suddenly attacking Rex who thought Sylvia was coming at his master.

Cash jumped forward, intercepting Sylvia in her wild lurch towards 
Ellen, and clenched his powerful arms in a vise-like grip around her 
nakedly supple shoulders and neck. Sylvia tottered out of balance for a 
moment in mid-air, then fell back against Cash's chest, her falling 
weight sliding down his front until her bare buttocks hit the floor. 
She lay at his feet totally naked and helpless, and stared vacantly at 
the rough plank flooring. There was no fight left in her now at all and 
she covered her face with her hands, beginning to sob uncontrollably as 
she realized her attack on Ellen had only succeeded in speeding her 
ravishment by another one of the men.

Cash grabbed her by the arms and dragged her like a dead horse over to 
another chair. Then he sat on the chair and grinned down at her, 
enjoying the spectacle of her kneeling naked like a slave at his feet. 
He, too, had grown tired of her haughty airs and flirtatious looks that 
were really meant to mock him, since she knew as well as he that Billy 
would kill him if he ever touched her. Well, she had lost her 
protector! He had wondered for too long what her full soft lips would 
look like warmly ovalled around his long white cock, and he was about 
to find out now.

He was about to find out just exactly how it would feel to shoot his 
hot stream of impatient cum down that long swan-like throat. He would 
spew it into her until her adam's apple bobbed up and down as she 
gulped it into her to keep from choking. The thought of his heatedly 
pulsating hardness wormed between those untouchable lips that had 
scorned him before, goaded his organ into a rock-like rigidness that 
jerked painfully against his pants. He bent over, a lewd grin on his 
face, and with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand pulled her 
lower lip tight between his fingers, enjoying her look of startled 
horror. He pulled the full fleshy lip out, studying its soft pink 
undersides, and relished the obscene feeling of power it gave him to 
watch her beautiful young face as it dawned on her what he meant to do 
to her.

Ellen froze. She could not move and her heart raced in total sympathy 
for the girl who strained her head backwards, the cords in her neck 
standing out, trying to escape the teasing fingers in her mouth. The 
men were heaping more and more humiliations upon her. They would not 
stop. The blonde hostage knew that the girl was an avowed enemy and 
that Sylvia would hurt and maim her without thoughts of mercy or 
hesitation if she got the chance. Ellen also knew that she was lucky it 
was Sylvia there so nakedly prostrate at the man's knees and not her. 
But she couldn't help identifying completely with the tall brunette for 
this was what had happened to her last night when Cash had brutally 
raped her vagina at the same time the grossly fat Pops had raped her 
virginal mouth.

"What ya movin' back for?" Cash chuckled down to the once-haughty girl 
kneeling at his feet. "Ya know it ain't gonna do ya no good, and ya 
might as well enjoy it."

Billy's former girlfriend began trembling visibly beneath him, and her 
sudden obvious display of fear signaled clearly to everyone in the 
shabby room that she knew Cash was right and that she was hopelessly 
cornered.

Then, even as Ellen watched in sympathy, the trembling ceased, and the 
gang girl regained her almost arrogant sense of animal-like composure. 
The piteous expression on her face was replaced by a fatalistic 
acceptance as she realized it was useless to continue to resist Cash or 
the demands of the men that would follow. Anyway, nothing could be as 
bad as what she had already gone through, nothing could equal the shame 
and humiliation of lying wide and open under weasel-like little sadist, 
Vito, and feeling his depraved sperm ricocheting around in every inch 
of her belly.

No ... there was no hope whatever of escape from her defenseless 
position. Billy was not going to help her, and she might as well do 
everything she could to please the men and get them on her side for 
later ... when she sought her revenge on that blonde bitch who had 
taken her man away.

Yes, it was Ellen's fault that Sylvia was now in this degrading and 
shameful position before the men that she wouldn't have stooped to spit 
on under ordinary circumstances. Ellen had taken her protector away 
from her and stolen the position that Sylvia had always possessed, and 
now she was utterly helpless and vulnerable before Billy's men. But she 
would get even, she would make Ellen suffer each indignity she was 
going through herself now. What Sylvia had to fuck, Ellen would fuck. 
What Sylvia had to suck, Ellen would suck. She would make that bitch go 
through everything she'd had to and more ... and then she'd fix her so 
no man would ever want her again ... maybe even perform a little 
plastic surgery on her - the same kind that was used on the Puerto Rican 
bitch Alicia, "Titless Alicia", they called her now.

Then Sylvia's thoughts of sweet revenge abruptly faded as she saw the 
hungry expression on the faces of Cash and Pop ... and Vito again. Her 
fear returned as she recalled how she had mocked and teased each of the 
men, and something about their cruelly glinting eyes made her realize 
how completely aware they were of the disdain and scorn she'd always 
had for them. There wasn't a one, not even Pop, that she hadn't led on 
with promising glances and then dropped with a mocking laugh, or that 
she could count on now not to take full revenge on her and put her 
through all she had coyly hinted at when she had been teasing them. 
There would be no mercy for her, and now that her time had come, she 
knew she would get it good and hard, right down her screaming throat 
.... just like so many other women she'd seen brutally gang fucked in 
the past.

"That's right," Cash hissed down at her suddenly submissive form. "Part 
of playing the game is losing. You've got to know how to lose. And, 
baby, you just lost. Did you ever!"

Sylvia's glance shot up to Cash, her eyes burning in a reflection of 
her inner fear and contempt for him, but she didn't speak or move a 
single one of her sleekly velvet muscles. Instead, her face turned into 
a kind of mask, a death mask - expressionless and totally immobile - as 
though she had suddenly thrown a switch which had shut off all 
feelings, both mental and physical. Cash bent down and cupped his hands 
over her large nakedly swinging breasts, and she remained still, 
looking like a statue of a Greek Aphrodite with only a slight quivering 
of her nostrils belying the anger and revulsion building deep inside 
her.

"I love a good loser," the stocky convict chortled, his voice becoming 
hoarse from his mounting excitement.

He ran his open palms over the full weight of her firmly rounded white 
breasts and then pulled with his thumbs and forefingers at the small 
pink nipples. The exposed buds quivered and throbbed into hardness at 
the squeezing pressure of his harsh touch. His breath deepened and grew 
heavier with lewd desire, he was all too aware of the control he had 
over her and moved his hands with tortuous slowness down to the curving 
indentation of her small narrow waist. All the while, the tall brunette 
kneeled perfectly still; she was forced to let him do what he would 
with her.

"I ain't takin' no seconds," he murmured as though in explanation as he 
bent lower over her. "I ain't goin' to fuck you where Vito did. No, 
you're gonna take my prick in your sweet little mouth and suck it 
good."

Still, he let his hands roam slowly over the flatness of her firmly 
taut belly and then gradually moved to her sparse, kinky hair-covered 
pubic mound. He ran one outstretched finger between the swollen, 
tender-fleshed cuntal lips into the warm steaming slit still wet and 
slippery from the repeated gushes of heatedly thick sperm Vito had 
spewed into her a short while ago. Sylvia began trembling again, and 
Cash smiled confidently as he continued his probing exploration. A low 
helpless groan escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth when his 
finger slid mockingly over the straining little bud of her clitoris.

His arms swung out suddenly, and he harshly grabbed at the quivering 
white cheeks of her full firm ass. Sylvia jerked and squealed as he 
stretched the damp crevice between her buttocks wide and searched with 
the tip of his extended middle finger for her tiny, tightly puckered 
anus. Suddenly, he found the cringing opening, and she jumped forward, 
almost crawling up his chest, to escape the first unexpected pain. The 
stocky convict ignored her squeal of protest and pressed hard, feeling 
the brown starred orifice give a little, and then suddenly the tight 
elastic anal ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the 
first knuckle joint.

Sylvia was struggling again now with every ounce of energy that she 
possessed in an attempt to escape the cruelly digging finger screwing 
into her buttocks. She pulled and pushed with all her strength at his 
arm that circled around her, but the movement merely increased the 
searing pain.

"You're hurting me," she yelled, pounding on his chest with her fists.

Cash turned his head and grinned down again at her naked young body 
quivering so helplessly on his single finger. He screwed it in deeper 
and his nail caught the flesh momentarily in her rectum, scraping her. 
She jerked and squealed again. Cash grinned from ear to ear obviously 
enjoying her pain and torment. The sight of the supple flesh of her 
curvaceous body kneeling vulnerably beneath him incited his lust even 
more. He gasped as he took in her large breasts dangling on each side 
of his legs, those same fantastic breasts that he had eyed in sacred 
lust so many times in the past. He wondered how they would look jerking 
and dancing below her pumping torso as she sucked the full length of 
his plunging cock buried deep in her warm, wetly clasping mouth. By 
God, he'd shove it all the way down to her fucking tonsils when the 
moment came, he thought, feeling the pressure growing in his balls.

Sylvia had discovered that the burning pain in her rectum diminished to 
a low throbbing hurt when she didn't move, and now she knelt before him 
in statue-like submission. She tried to forget her present anguish and 
humiliation and concentrated instead on what she would do to the little 
blonde bitch when she got her hands on her. And she knew that she would 
sooner or later. She would keep her mouth closed and not say anything 
more against the girl; and in a matter of hours she would find herself 
alone with the girl. Then she would make the bitch suffer all the 
degradation she was going through now. It would be an easy matter to 
turn the other men on the girl, and if they weren't around ... well, 
she would enjoy slowly slicing her beauty into ugly little pieces. She 
knew she was stronger than the girl, her mind raced on in her anger and 
hate.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the rasping sound of a zipper being 
pulled open. She moaned deep in her throat and her eyes shadowed in 
disgust and revulsion as Cash's free hand struggled with the opening of 
his pants.

"I can see you're real anxious," he chided gleefully. "But we ain't 
gonna hurry. No, we got lot's a time."

He lifted his buttocks slightly from the chair, his outstretched middle 
finger still wormed securely in the deepest recesses of her defenseless 
rectum, and tugged his pants down his hairy abdomen. They caught for a 
moment at the bulging obstacle of his now fully erect penis and then, 
suddenly freed, his massively throbbing cock jumped straight out from 
his belly.

"Pull the pants down my legs," he grunted happily at her look of 
dismay. "I want to give you lots of room to work with."

Sylvia complied after a second's hesitation and pulled his trousers 
down his heavy legs until they were bunched in a disordered heap around 
his ankles. Her head reeled at the sight of his pulsating blood-
engorged penis cleaving out from his belly, and the sperm-inflated sac 
of his balls squashed against the seat of the chair. She fought the 
urge to slam them with her closed fist. But the gang girl knew better 
than to resist now, and she focused instead on the revenge she would 
seek later when she had the advantage. She flinched but didn't protest 
as Cash's free hand began to roam in wild excitement over every inch of 
her nakedly exposed torso that kneeled in a position of lewd 
subservience before him.

Cash's eyes moved gloatingly over the voluptuous curves that had been 
denied him for so long but were now hovering beneath him like a pagan 
making a sacrificial offering. His hand harshly kneaded her firm 
globular breasts, her resiliently rounded ass cheeks, and the smooth 
soft flesh at the curve of her sleek upper thighs until he could stand 
no longer the maddening torture building deep in his balls.

Suddenly, and without any prior warning, his hand tangled in her hair 
and pulled Sylvia's sensually beautiful young face closer to his 
jutting groin. Her eyes widened at the full view of his impatiently 
pulsing penis with its mighty sac of sperm-bloated testicles only scant 
inches in front of her. Her mouth tightened in revulsion as his free 
hand circled around the long thick cock and gradually pulled the heavy 
foreskin back, exposing the red bulbous head. The stocky convict 
shifted closer and Sylvia closed her eyes as he began moving the thick 
blunt hardness over her upturned face. She began trembling again in 
shame and humiliation as she felt it rub like a red-hot poker over her 
cheeks and around the edges of her tightly closed mouth.

Ellen's skin turned beet red in embarrassment for the girl who was 
forced to remain on her knees before the man and forced to feel his 
throbbing hardness rub over the softness of her face as his thick 
finger began to fuck rapidly in and out of her defenselessly puckering 
little rectum.

"Aaaaaaaargh," the tall brunette moaned in pain as the finger began 
skewering ever more violently into the sensitive spongy depths of her 
anus.

"Open your mouth," Cash commanded with a lewd grin on his face. Sylvia 
hesitated a moment, and his hands tightened painfully in her silky 
black hair, pulling the skin back from her temples.

Ellen's eyes widened in horror at the terrifying scene of humiliation 
and torture rapidly building into utter depravity and animalism before 
her unbelieving eyes. Had this been the way she looked last night when 
Pop had fucked in and out of her mouth?

Cash began groaning now, foul obscenities spewing from his contorted 
lips as he roughly shoved the girl's face deep into his groin. He 
spread his heavy thighs and the girl's entire head seemed to sink into 
the hairy depths surrounding his testicles. His hand, tangling 
painfully in the jet black hair, guided her wetly parted lips over the 
fleshy, swollen sac of his balls dangling down between his widespread 
legs, then slowly forced her face down the inner sides of his eagerly 
trembling thighs.

Then abruptly, as though he could stand his own cruel torturing no 
longer, he ripped the finger from her anus and, with both hands free 
now, yanked her head roughly by the hair until her face was once again 
poised directly over his long violently throbbing cock. Without further 
hesitation, he gruffly thrust his loins forward and groaned when the 
warm moistness of her open mouth closed over the sensitive head of his 
pulsating hardness.

"Now suck my cock, baby," he swallowed deeply above the girl haunched 
over his loins. "Suck it good and hard, and I'll give you a present."

Slowly the girl began to nibble in fear of the further pain and 
humiliation that would come to her if she refused him. Ellen watched 
the lewd effects of the gang girl's efforts play over Cash's face as 
the convict felt the first moist firm pull of Sylvia's lips over his 
cock, then the warm suction when she slowly lifted her head and let his 
long member slide wetly through the tightly clasping insides of her 
mouth. An involuntary whimper of dismay and shame escaped from Ellen's 
lips as the scene brought back lewd memories of the previous night and 
her own mouth working obscenely over Pop's stiffened penis in the same 
utter helplessness. The sight of Sylvia sucking away, coupled with her 
own memories, caused a momentary twitch in Ellen's suddenly moistening 
vagina. Vague, dimly felt echoes of her repeated orgasms rippled 
faintly through her loins, and quickly she forced herself to begin 
thinking of other things.

"C'mon, baby, c'mon," Cash grunted fiercely and pulled maliciously at 
her hair. "Suck harder, harder ... suck goddamn you! Ahhhh, that's more 
like it, you beautiful little cocksucker. Ahhhh ..."

Sylvia's head began a rapid bobbing rhythm and her cheeks hollowed as 
she sucked harder. The flesh of her tightly compressed lips pulled out 
grotesquely and clung to the long white trunk of his penis as she 
nibbled and licked, her frightened mind caught up in the task with all 
her concentration. The kneeling girl twirled her tongue around the 
moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head on each outstroke, and the 
nerve-tingling lick made the cock tip throb and jerk so that the entire 
long column seemed to grow rapidly right before Ellen's eyes.

"Don't stop, keep sucking like that, keep sucking!" he gasped to the 
tortured girl who slaved dutifully below him, her body glistening from 
the tiny droplets of sweat that began to form over her skin.

The gasping-in-pleasure convict's hands tangled tighter in Sylvia's 
long black hair, and he began to convulsively ram his massive male 
hardness farther and farther down her throat. He bent his head slightly 
to the side in order to watch her contorted face. The profile of his 
hardened shaft sawed rhythmically in and out of her wetly ovalled mouth 
and disappeared with each vicious inward thrust he made until only a 
little stretch of it showed white and glistening as it lewdly protruded 
from between her lips.

Ellen twisted her hands nervously around the back rungs of Billy's 
chair and watched helplessly. She prayed desperately that the gang's 
attention wouldn't suddenly return to her in the terrible heat of 
passion that they had all worked themselves into from watching Sylvia's 
dancing torso, her naked young breasts jerking and swaying lewdly as 
her mouth pumped up and down over Cash's still erect cock. Pop hovered 
anxiously around the couple, his eyes gleaming in obscene anticipation 
while he waited his turn with the haughty fallen queen of the gang and 
Vito leaned against the wall, stroking his own once again hardened cock 
between both of his hands at the same time. Ellen glanced up at Billy, 
a silent plea for protection in her eyes, but he looked at her 
impassively, then turned back to watch the obscene spectacle. She found 
herself hoping that he would take her to his room soon, just as he had 
said he was going to do at the beginning of the horrible evening. The 
blonde hostage knew from his rapid breathing and bulging pants that he 
was excited from watching the cruel assault on Sylvia and that he would 
do terrible things to her and expect her to do disgusting things to 
him. No matter how disgusting, though, she would do it because it would 
get her safely out of the room and away from the wantonly perverted 
scene that threatened to make her sick at any moment. No, nothing could 
be as bad as this, even submitting to Billy's whims.

Cash groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the naked 
young brunette kneeled before him like a lowly slave. Sylvia could feel 
the spongy heated head rub the full length of her tongue before 
embedding itself deep in her throat, and could taste and smell the 
sharp pungent flavor and odor of the tiny droplets of seminal fluid 
that seeped from the tip of his cock in his rising excitement. But she 
didn't think about what was about to happen; she considered instead the 
cruel and bizarre punishments she would mete out when she got her hands 
on the rotten blonde bitch who was responsible for this. Her thoughts 
returned to the task at hand only when Cash's hands pushed her wetly 
clinging mouth down harder on the long hard cock screwing so 
mercilessly into her face.

She began sucking to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in the stormy 
seas over his maniacally pumping loins. She sucked demon-like, swishing 
her tongue with a vengeance now around and around the throbbing head 
sliding in and out of her widely ovalled lips - wanting him to cum and 
get it over with. Her mouth was full of saliva and she hollowed the 
smooth wet insides on the outstroke and expanded them on the in-stroke, 
allowing her hot breath to race over the air cooled trunk with a 
maddening rhythm. Cash's semen-laden balls beat a staccato rhythm 
against her upturned young chin, and the saliva-matted curly blonde 
pubic hair covering his lower stomach brushed against her face with 
frantic thrust for release.

Cash's desire mounted with the lewd power he now had over the girl who 
submissively accepted his cock's violent plunges into her mouth and 
even matched them with a driving, sucking vengeance of her own. He 
clasped his palms tight against her ears and enjoyed the way she 
tightened her lips and increased the speed of her movement even more, 
as though she would do anything to appease him. He wanted to spurt his 
hot cum all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of 
hers until she burst. He wanted to debase and completely humiliate this 
smart-ass little prick-tease for all the times she had deliberately 
tormented him when she was under Billy's protection.

Now Billy's presence magnified his pleasure because he knew it made 
Sylvia's predicament that much more shameful and degrading. She was 
sucking voraciously on Cash's rapidly expanding cock while both she and 
he knew that Billy himself was watching. All the men were watching the 
way he had brought Sylvia to her knees and forced the former girlfriend 
of their leader to work to please him like the lowest of prostitutes. 
He watched her lick and suck on his thickly thrusting cock, and as the 
image transcribed itself obscenely on his brain, he felt the pressure 
growing in his balls ... and he knew it wouldn't be much longer now. He 
could hardly wait for the moment when he spewed his white hot stream of 
cum in rushing gushes into her mouth and forced her to swallow it down 
that pretty little throat of hers.

The nakedly kneeling brunette's head bobbed wildly now in her 
desperation, and he felt the unbearable pressure building - building 
deep in his impatiently pulsating balls. It felt like he was sitting on 
a ticking time bomb that was about to go off. There could be no more 
waiting, something had to give before he exploded in a thousand 
different directions. Then he felt his erupting sperm begin its mad 
race up the long length of his insanely jerking cock.

The moment was now!

He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were 
being tortured by fire. His head fell back and he arched his loins up 
into her slavering young face, tangling his hands cruelly in her hair 
and holding her head tight against his loins while he rammed his long 
exploding shaft into the tight warm softness between her tongue and the 
roof of her sucking mouth. He groaned over and over again, and a low 
guttural sound started from deep in his chest as he pushed the wildly 
jerking penis all the way down to her tonsils. His hands pressed hard 
against her cheeks so that her mouth tightened while he convulsively 
fucked his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Then he felt his cum spewing out thick heated streams into the soft 
sanctity of her wet young mouth. Gush after gush of the white hot sperm 
bloated her cheeks outward with each bullet-like squirt and she 
swallowed frantically to keep from choking ... gasping and gagging at 
his thrusting loins. His hands tangled in her hair and held her warmly 
ovalled mouth tight to the emptying cock while he shot the last of his 
heated load deep into the confines of her still sucking mouth and until 
every last drop of the warm sticky sperm had been nibbled from his 
rapidly deflating hardness.

The flaccid penis slipped slowly with a wet sucking sound from the 
girl's mouth, but her throat continued to tighten and untighten, 
swallowing in great desperate gulps in an effort to clear her mouth and 
throat of his warm pungent sperm.

Ellen was so overwhelmed and transfixed by the horrible and depraved 
spectacle of Cash cumming in the girl's mouth that she hadn't even 
noticed Billy's hand roaming familiarly over her back and softly curved 
buttocks from where she sat next to him. But suddenly her attention 
reeled back to her own vulnerable situation when she heard him rise 
from the chair and felt his hands cup under her arms to pull her to a 
standing position. She began trembling in fear, but didn't struggle as 
Billy, incited by the lewdly obscene performance, began leading her 
across the floor to his room and the long night of submission that 
awaited her. Sylvia's challenge to Billy's authority had provided for 
Ellen only a temporary respite, she realized with dreading full 
awareness now, and once again it was her turn to be used as a sex slave 
as she had been last night. Except that now there was just Billy, 
whereas last night there had been three, and she made up her mind to 
cooperate as best she could so as not to lose this advantage, as small 
and pitiful as it was. She allowed Billy to lead her down the hall to 
his room, hearing behind her the sounds of Sylvia whimpering as the 
grossly fat Pop prepared to take his turn at her.
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Chapter 5

The yellow triangle of light shining into Billy's room from the hallway 
slowly disappeared across the bare wooden floor when he reached back 
and softly closed the door behind them. In that moment before the door 
sealed her fate with a small click, Ellen thought she saw a tiny room 
with a blanket-covered mattress in the corner. An empty light fixture 
hung from the ceiling, but it didn't work, and Billy disappeared from 
his position close behind her to flare a match ... then the shabby room 
glimmered with the light of a candle.

Ellen sighed without much feeling as the bleakness of the dismal room 
registered on her exhausted mind. She had been horrified and shocked 
for so long that she couldn't have worked up any further distress if 
she had wanted to. Actually, though, when she looked around the dimly 
lit room with a view of starless sky evident beyond one cracked window, 
it seemed almost cozy, and she was glad to be there with Billy instead 
of back down the hall under the harsh glare of the hanging light, 
suffering further indignities from the others.

The voluptuous young blonde stepped forward willingly when Billy's hand 
reached through the darkness and circled her slender wrist, pulling her 
down on the mattress beside him. Then the door swung open again, and 
she watched dully as he grunted in irritation and crawled back to his 
feet, walking across the room to slam the door. It sprang open a second 
time but he left it, exposing them to a long low wail of anguish from 
Sylvia once again being assaulted in the other room by the men. Ellen's 
heart began to pound as the piteous sounds stirred grim images in her 
mind of what was about to happen to her. She wanted to plead with Billy 
to close the door again, but she didn't. She sensed that the gang 
leader had fallen into a sullen bitter mood, and she was deathly afraid 
of inciting his anger.

She jumped when his hand settled on her shoulder, pushing her 
backwards, but she fell obediently onto her back on the mattress. She 
stared as though in a trance at the light from the hallway reflecting 
now on the ceiling, too frightened to turn her head when she heard him 
stripping the clothing from his muscular body. She heard him unzipping 
his pants, then his belt hit with a loud clang against the floor, and 
she stiffened as he sat down on the mattress to pull the trousers and 
his under shorts off his ankles. Then there was just the horrible 
suspenseful silence which was broken only by occasional male grunts of 
passion mixed with small feminine protests coming from the other room.

Ellen quivered and waited for the weight of his naked body to fall 
suddenly and heavily in plundering passion on her vulnerably reclining 
form, but it didn't. Instead, he sat quietly next to her, his deep 
breathing the only evidence of his rising passion, and glanced for a 
moment at the flickering shadows the candle cast on the crumbling walls 
before he turned slowly to her small deliciously curving form. Ellen 
didn't have to glance to the side to know that he was studying her 
barely covered young body, his hungry eyes traveling a slow burning 
path of hot desire and admiration up the entire length of her form, 
coming to rest on the protruding outline of her large ripely firm 
breasts beneath the torn ragged tee-shirt.

"You're pretty," Ellen suddenly heard a voice speak softly below the 
frantic rising shrieks of Sylvia that were rapidly growing louder in 
intensity from the other room, and her first impulse was to cast a 
frightened glance around to see who it was that had spoken so gently. 
But no new assailant appeared, there was only herself and Billy on the 
mattress with their two separate shadows dancing against the wall. It 
was Billy who had spoken in that strange, suddenly tender voice. But it 
was a Billy that she hadn't prepared herself for after the long day in 
which he had seemed even more aloof and dangerously angry than usual. 
She had sensed a certain well-hidden protectiveness in his attitude 
towards her at first, but after his humiliating encounter with the 
stranger it had seemed to vanish. Now its reemergence left her confused 
and frightened. She had finally decided after permitting Vito's 
sadistically cruel assault on Sylvia - and obviously enjoying what the 
little killer had done to his ex-girlfriend - that he was as much an 
animal as the others. But now with this sudden tenderness of the leader 
she was unsure again.

"I hope they didn't hurt ya," he spoke to the wall and then bent his 
head, almost as though he didn't want to face her from shyness or 
embarrassment.

"I'm still alive," Ellen said suspiciously and glanced at his profile 
in order to see his reaction to her words. She didn't want to get her 
hopes up. She was surprised when he sighed heavily in seeming agreement 
at the horror of her predicament the previous night.

"Aaaggghhhh - No! You're killing me - eeeeee!"

Sylvia's high piercing shriek that came down the hall like the long 
wail of a siren interrupted the tender scene. Ellen hoped desperately 
for the second time since she had entered the small cave-like room that 
Billy would get up and close the door, but he didn't and she was still 
too aware of the power of life or death he had over her to ask him to 
do anything at all for her. Instead, he once again won her startled 
surprise when he unexpectedly reached into the pockets of the pants he 
had already removed and left on the floor, and then lit a cigarette; 
his face turned towards her revealed an unhoped-for gentleness over the 
flare of the match in his hand.

Ellen waited for a seeming eternity while he leisurely smoked the 
cigarette and her torn emotions gradually changed from suspicion and 
fear to relief and acceptance. Yes, she thought, there was just no way 
of getting around the fact, as shocking and unacceptable as it would be 
if she were still back in her normal world, that it was better that she 
be sexually taken by Billy - as she knew he was going to do in a few 
minutes - than that she find herself once again suffering brutal and 
sadistic indecencies at the callous hands of the others.

This reassuring train of thought came to a sudden halt when Ellen 
noticed Billy impatiently stubbing out his cigarette on the dirty bare 
floorboards after only two puffs. He turned towards her, revealing his 
fully naked body for the first time, and to her own surprise and 
amazement she didn't cringe or even glance away. She supposed that they 
had beaten and abused her so much in the last twenty-four hours that 
nothing could move her now except the terror of being thrown to the 
others to be used as a plaything as she had been before. Ellen jerked 
suddenly as Sylvia's abjectedly pleading moan and loud, sadistically 
gleeful laughter came from the next room. Yes, yes, she shuddered and 
sank back onto the bed, anything Billy did would be better than being 
the subject of those foul male comments coming down the hallway now, 
indicating that Pop was fucking into Sylvia while Cash and Vito watched 
in lewd pleasure.

Billy laid his hand on Ellen's shoulder, mistaking her slight tremble 
in response to the crude remarks from the other men, as the beginning 
of surrender. And in a way, the half-drunk gang leader was right. 
Ellen's will to resist had finally been destroyed by the unrelenting 
torture and cruel pain that the men had put her through. At some 
inexact moment since the convicts had forced her into their truck off 
the country road, she had given up the struggle. She, herself, wasn't 
sure of when the exact turning point in her anguished emotions had 
occurred, for her resistance had disappeared so gradually and 
imperceptibly under the seemingly endless torture. All she knew now was 
that her hopes had changed, and she no longer aspired to escape the men 
but simply to endure them ... to exist ... to live! More than anything, 
she hoped that they wouldn't hurt her any more, and that when Billy 
made love to her, he wouldn't do it too cruelly. Her determination had 
been overcome by a fatigue-wracked desire to escape further pain, and 
now the tenderness with which he caressed her helped allay her fears 
.... and she lay beneath him quietly and unprotesting.

The convict, sobering now from the sight of the voluptuous young girl 
stretched languidly on the bed beside him, looked at her almost with 
reverence. He would have given anything in the world to possess her 
under different circumstances; to come home from a big office where he 
had a good thing going that enabled him to make the right pay-offs and 
live in peace ... and find her waiting for him. Yeh, she was 
surrendering to him now. But what else could the poor little bitch do? 
He would have given everything to feel her squirming beneath him, 
needing him as much as he needed her. Or if not her, at least someone 
like her, someone young, pure, innocent, who thought he was and always 
would be Number One. The others had taken her last night, it was true, 
but he had heard her screams as they forced themselves on her with 
sheer brute strength; and anyway, her being there in the first place 
had been his own fucking fault. Then he'd heard her finally cumming and 
he had wished he'd been the one to do that for her. No, that didn't 
really count; the real obstacle between them was the ugliness of his 
past, his present, and his future. She was something only vaguely 
glimpsed through lace curtains, singing at a piano, when you're broke 
and on the lam. He could hardly expect her to throw herself at a two-
bit criminal with his record. And tomorrow his role as fugitive would 
be sealed forever; sure, he'd be the big man then, but there would be 
no more chances for him to make a new start of it. After tomorrow, 
having a girl like that ... well, it just couldn't happen! He would try 
to make it out of the country, and then maybe after a few years he 
could stop running, settle somewhere and build a new life. No, he would 
be lucky if he was still alive tomorrow night, and after that he might 
as well face the fact that there would be nothing but to keep moving. 
Forever.

And ... there was nothing he could do to stop the plan now. If he 
didn't participate in the killing, the other would do it ... after 
leaving his body somewhere as destroyed evidence. There was not even 
any going back to prison now. He was trapped just like the senator, 
whom he didn't care about one way or the other. Except that he, Billy, 
had always been trapped.

He wished that he could somehow explain all this to the innocent young 
girl to make her understand why he needed her so much tonight.

But he knew he couldn't! Shit, he thought, we're worlds apart and she's 
so fucking afraid of me that she would never relax her suspicions 
enough to believe what I say, even if I could find the words to say it. 
No, she'd just have to go on believing that he was a murderer who would 
kill anyone, including her, without a second thought. The only chance 
he had to express his feelings would come when he made love to her.

That was the only way ... even if she wouldn't understand.

Ellen's terrified young body began to shiver uncontrollably as she felt 
the gang leader reach forward and run his hands over the top of her 
jeans, looking for the opening of her pants. She wanted to look up and 
search his face in the candlelight, but she didn't dare. She was too 
afraid that she would disrupt this suddenly gentle mood that he was in 
and incite him to the savage lust with which he had brutally raped her 
in the truck the first night. As it was, she lay as still as possible, 
listening to his whiskey-scented breath grow heavier, while he ran his 
hands over the smoothness of her belly and then out to the flare of her 
hips, finally cupping his hands under her supple young buttocks. He 
reached forward and carefully unzipped her jeans, but she didn't 
protest and even lifted her hips when he began to tug the slacks down 
her long legs.

She sat up for a moment, and he pulled the torn remains of her tee-
shirt up over her head and off her arms. She trembled while he 
struggled with the clasp of her brassiere and then lay back down 
uneasily, though it wasn't from fear now but the strange feeling of 
abandon that overcame her as she felt him pulling the ragged garment 
from her large firm breasts. Her berry-like nipples stiffened and 
hardened in contact with the air, and a peculiar fluttery sensation 
rippled through her abdomen when she noticed him glancing down at them 
in what seemed to be tender appreciation.

After a moment, Billy placed his hands around the fleshy curve of her 
small waist and then curled his fingers over the elastic band at the 
top of what was left of her little white nylon panties, pulling them 
downward and drawing from her an involuntary "ooooooh." For a moment 
both of their movements quickened in the struggle with her last item of 
clothing whose removal would leave her as naked and open as he was. She 
lifted her belly and he pulled and tugged until they peeled reluctantly 
over the full firm moons of her buttocks.

Now Ellen lay totally naked beside him. She felt no fear whatsoever 
anymore, and it surprised her, but she supposed it was because of this 
strange gentleness with which he treated her. He was asking, not 
demanding, and she even felt that he might stop if she asked him to. 
But she had no intentions of doing that! He had saved her from another 
attack by the others who would probably have used her more cruelly than 
the night before, and he had rescued her from an assault by his jealous 
ex-girlfriend. Even, now he was still protecting her from both dangers, 
and she sensed that he had taken her to his room not only because he 
wanted her for himself but out of simple human compassion.

And she felt gratitude. She wanted him to know she was grateful.

Billy sensed the change in the girl too, though it was hard to believe 
it. She hadn't struggled or kicked when he had removed her clothing, 
and she didn't cringe now at him sitting next to her. She wasn't even 
clinging to him out of desperate fear of the others as she had done 
back in the other room. No, she now lay next to him in a state of 
expectant repose, and wild thoughts began to race through his head that 
it was just possible that the voluptuous young blonde was waiting for 
his next move with some sort of anticipation. He laid his hands on her 
taut little belly and caressed slowly up to the soft underside of her 
warmly fleshed breasts. It didn't seem possible but when the backs of 
his hands reached their soft fullness, an almost inaudible whimper 
escaped her lips as though she wanted him to cup his hands completely 
over them. But he didn't want to destroy this advantage with an abrupt 
movement, and he began gently kneading his hands over her waist and 
abdomen. Finally, after a long tortuous wait, he carefully cupped the 
lush firmness of her breasts, squeezing the small, bud-like nipples in 
the furrows between his splayed out fingers. To his surprise she didn't 
move! He rubbed her breasts in small tiny circles and surprisingly, her 
chest lifted and strained against his hands as if she were offering 
them to him in silent invitation.

When, after a moment, he dropped one hand to her thigh, she merely 
parted her legs without resistance of any kind. The small soft tendrils 
of pubic hair brushed temptingly against his fingers, but he kept his 
caresses confined to her legs, avoiding the tempting vaginal mound as 
he gradually moved his hand underneath her to the wonderfully pliant 
cheeks of her warm ass. He clenched their smooth, satin-like softness 
in his hand and drew his fingers down the slightly spread crease 
between them. Despite himself, his wrist made contact with an 
unexpected warm dampness growing rapidly between her legs. Now the gang 
leader could stand it no more, and drew his fingers irresistibly 
downward to the soft moist flanges of the young hostage's pussy that 
quivered so warmly in his hand. He tried to press one outstretched 
finger into the tight little opening of her cunt, but she jerked 
spasmodically away, not from pain or fear, but from the sudden contact 
that sent another wave of erotically rippling sensation through her 
belly.

Billy withdrew the finger and looked down at her sensually naked body 
presenting such an incredible picture of lovely young femaleness to 
him. Christ! He'd never seen a picture of anything as lush as this, and 
he still couldn't believe she was here ... and his!

She was just as firm and full-bodied as he had sensed in the terrible 
rush of raping her in the truck, and just as soft and young and 
innocent in a fiery way as he had imagined while listening to her 
squeals and protests and screams - both of protest and rapture - with the
men last night. She was all that he had hoped she would be, except that 
now she was lying willingly beneath him, her ripe young body quivering 
with desire ... for him!

He kneeled up over her and ran his uncontrollably trembling hands 
reverently over her warm young breasts, her flat little belly, her firm 
upper thighs, and then behind again slowly over the full sweep of her 
lushly rounded buttocks pressed against the mattress. His heart 
gladdened as his hands and caresses brought small animal-like mewls of 
pleasure from her wetly parted lips. His passion increased as her 
tautly smooth abdomen and its blonde pubic mound lifted quickly up to 
him in invitation when he pressured his hands gently up from behind.

Billy watched as she looked up at him with smoky blue eyes that were 
half-closed and already dimmed from the forbidden pleasure that sent 
waves of lewd warmth rippling over every inch of her sensuously 
quivering young body.

Ellen, in the deep exhausted haze and dimness that follows relief from 
severe mental anguish, had drifted off into an alien world of soft 
pleasure of the flesh. At first, back in the distant and rapidly 
receding past that she could now barely remember, she had let herself 
be led to this candle lit room so that she could escape the other 
convicts, then out of gratitude she had lain unprotesting while the 
gang leader had undressed and fondled her body. But now her passive 
acceptance had been replaced by a driving desire that she not only 
didn't comprehend but couldn't control. The aroused young girl didn't 
know who the gently caressing hands belonged to or how they had managed 
to work this miracle upon her. With a sigh of rapture, she gave up the 
impossible effort to even think beyond the wickedly flickering inferno 
of pleasure that devastated her entire body, the flames rippling 
outward from the throbbing center of her vagina that ached to be 
filled.

"Oh God, Oh God," she heard a female voice crooning, unaware that it 
was herself who was speaking.

Billy bent down, pressing his wet lips tightly to hers, and immediately 
felt the soft shaft of her quivering little tongue spear into the hot 
cavern of his mouth, circling around his own hard rigid tongue in a 
flicking embrace like a poor moth attracted by an open flame which it 
could not resist.

Feeling sure of himself for the first time, Billy placed his hands on 
the soft firm inner sides of her full upper thighs, and this time she 
didn't move away or even jerk in the slightest degree. Instead, her 
legs parted slowly and willingly outward as he pressured against them 
with his hands, pushing them outward as though he were opening the 
pages of a sacred book.

Sudden bewilderment raced through his brain at her passionate response 
to him. For a moment he suspected a trap - suspected that she was 
pretending. It didn't seem possible that this was the same virgin he 
had raped so brutally only last night who was now lying quivering and 
moaning beneath him, waiting in what seemed to be helpless desire for 
the moment when he would take her a second time.

The convict couldn't wait any longer, and he let his naked body sink 
down onto hers where he rested a moment, feeling the softly sensual 
hollows and mounds of her voluptuous body pressed tightly against him. 
Then he drew her legs up from her pinioned, splayed-out body until her 
knees bent out at each of his sides. He lifted her arms, wrapping them 
around his neck, and she groaned in acquiescence and eagerness. Her 
passion spurred his own desire. Her helplessly lewd response to each of 
his moves goaded his passion until his head reeled with the power he 
had over her. He wanted to thrust his tongue down her throat, to 
totally pulverize every inch of her sensual young body until she 
quivered in a thousand helpless pieces. He breathed heavily and had 
reached down to implant himself into the soft wet crevice of her pussy 
pressed so warmly up against his loins ... but at the last moment he 
stopped!

He wanted her to surrender totally to him tonight in every way, drawing 
her to him with her own hands so that he would never be uncertain in 
the future days to come - if there were to be future days - that she had 
wanted him. She was in a pliant dreamy condition now and, anyway, he 
would never again have the opportunity to fuck her like this.

"Put it in," he lifted his mouth from hers and spoke in a low whisper. 
Then he added, even though it was obviously unnecessary, "... please!"

He stopped breathing for a long tortuous moment as he waited to see 
what she would do. Then his choked off breath heaved out in a deep sigh 
of relief when he felt her little hand push immediately down between 
their warmly sweating bodies and curl around the long rigidity of his 
heatedly throbbing shaft. He lifted his loins slightly to give her 
access to him when she hesitated a moment as though trying to figure 
out what to do with the hardened flesh that jerked and throbbed so 
vitally between her tightly clasping fingers.

The gang leader groaned when she pushed the thick foreskin back, 
exposing the blunt pulsing head that brushed lightly against the smooth 
skin of her taut young belly. He lifted his hips higher, letting her 
hand to direct him, and swung slightly backwards. The blonde girl's 
fingers ran tentatively down the full length of his shaft, then with a 
sudden assurance she moved it against the soft fleece-covered curvature 
of her pubic mound. For a second time he held his breath, feeling her 
sparse tendrils tantalizingly curl around the head of his hard column 
that was pressing against her warmly pink slit. He waited in agony, 
desperate with desire, as she fumbled with the strange stiffness of his 
cock, tentatively sliding it up and down the full wetness between the 
swollen lips of her moistly aroused pussy. Finally she found her mark, 
and the hotly throbbing penis in her hand rested at the warm vaginal 
opening which was now willingly being offered to him - unlike last night 
when he had taken what he wanted without gentleness or mercy.

But he held back tonight!

He waited with the greater desire to slither into her at the exact 
moment when she needed it as much as he did. It would mean everything 
to hear her pleading, to feel every sinew of her supple young body 
begging for him to finally plunge his long hard cock into her, pleading 
with him not to wait a single moment longer. He held back in full 
confidence that that unbelievable moment would actually come, and she 
would implore him in a final admission of surrender that neither of 
them would ever forget.

But she had to know it! She had to be fully conscious when she did it! 
He wanted the voluptuously naked girl to keep it in mind forever, to 
remember how she had wanted him more than pride itself. That way, no 
matter how many cocks plunged into her in the years to come, his would 
always be there. He was sure she would try to forget the pain and 
humiliation that Pop and Cash and Vito had forced on her helpless young 
body, and he knew that one day she would succeed in forgetting; but she 
would never be able to forget the first man who had given her the 
pleasure of making love - man and woman. And he would be that one. 
Tomorrow night might be his last day in this world, and even if it 
wasn't, there would be no place after that for him to go or anyone 
waiting for him. But he would leave something behind that would at 
least be in this innocent young girl's memories for as long as she 
lived. She would remember, and that would bring him alive again.

Ellen, with only the slightest pressure of his hardness against her 
wetly quivering little cunt, lay trembling in tiny uncontrollable 
spasms that bound her entire helpless body to him with as much painful 
intensity as if he had fastened her to a torture rack. She felt 
mesmerized by his warmly pulsating penis and the aching hunger it 
caused in her womb, a surprisingly ravenous need that couldn't be 
satiated no matter how much she lifted her still-empty loins up to the 
dimly-seen figure that hovered between her widely-spread legs over her 
body. Every movement against his maddening hardness merely increased 
her craving and torment. The lewd sensation extended itself into the 
deepest recesses of her hazy mind where it transformed itself into 
thousands of sensually flickering images. They mixed with the obscene 
grunts and sucking noises coming from the next room to form lascivious 
pictures of the ex-girlfriend being crushed between the aroused bodies 
of all three sadistic convicts, adding to the throbbing sensation in 
her dilated vagina a thousandfold.

Billy looked down at the voluptuously naked young girl who lay 
underneath him with her breath coming in rasping pants of sexual need. 
He shifted slightly and she glanced up, then quickly her eyelids 
fluttered shut as though pleading with him to get on with his next 
move. Small beads of perspiration had formed on her lips that ovalled 
in unintelligible whispering mutters, but he was sure now that she was 
beginning to bend in her heated need of him. He lifted his body closer 
over hers in a push-up position, and his massively, thick cock pressed 
into the warm slippery fold of her pussy that lay wet and open to him 
without meeting the slightest resistance.

"Ooooooh," she gasped in pleasure and surprise at the closer contact.

The gang leader resisted with all his determination and control the 
desire to end this insufferable waiting stance and plunge into her; but 
he had waited too long and worked too hard to destroy all his efforts 
now. Besides, he could see her changing right before his eyes, and the 
sight of her transformation kept him going.

His eyes, gleaming with desire, fastened on the large, ripely pliant 
mounds of her breasts that swayed slightly out towards the sides of her 
body. The sight of the little pebble-like nipples at the ends of them, 
stiffening and quivering in arousal, made his mouth water with the urge 
to bite into them. Yes, there was too much of her he hadn't tasted to 
simply take her now. Everything she had was open and available to him, 
and it never would be again.

With a rush, he fell onto her chest and sucked one of the small, 
succulent pink nipples up into his mouth. He ran his hungry lips and 
tongue moistly around and around the wide coral areola, then sucked the 
hard budding tip into stiff quivering hardness. The naked blonde 
hostage gasped as his hand massaged her other breast in tiny teasing 
circles, tweaking the soft nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her 
legs involuntarily scissored open beneath him, thrusting the thinly 
bearded slit of her vagina hard up against his loins. Billy let his 
tongue trace a wet path of searing desire down to the flat plane of her 
rippling belly, as the shamelessly aroused girl began to writhe beneath 
his flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her firmly rounded 
buttocks twisted down against the soiled mattress as though she were 
trying to bury herself in it. Her arms stiffened, and her hands shot 
out to tangle tightly in his hair pulling his lips greedily to her 
erotically tingling breasts.

Billy lifted himself back up and gazed at the sheer wanton desire which 
was shaking her naked young body. His eyes fastened again on the 
excitedly quivering mounds of her large firm breasts, and he had to 
have more of them in some way. Suddenly, he slithered forward up her 
chest and settled his buttocks just above her navel, his legs 
straddling her delicate ribcage at either side. He tilted his hips and 
gasped as his cock fell easily into the damply narrow crevice between 
her perspiring, closely-spaced breasts.

Ellen's eyes opened and she gazed up at the escaped convict with wide 
startled blue eyes. But once again they grew hazy and lust-smoked and, 
with a deep sigh, fluttered closed again.

He straddled her stomach heavily. The bloated sperm-swollen sac of his 
balls squashed hard against the whiteness of her belly, causing his 
heatedly thick cock to jerk in anticipation. He inched upward along her 
sensually writhing torso, worming his hardened stiffness deeper into 
the valley between her full fleshy breasts. Without warning, he reached 
down and cupped a hand on either side of the warmly quivering soft 
mounds and pushed them together, trapping his long throbbing cock 
softly between them. Ellen wiggled under him, and he rode with her 
body, causing the red bulbous head to slide all the way up to her bent 
chin. A tiny bit of lubricant popped out from the gaping head and, when 
he drew back, traced a thin wet line down the curve of her neck. For a 
moment he sat still, taking in the unbelievable sight of the voluptuous 
young girl he had been forced to rape now willingly letting him use her 
as he wanted. With shaking hands, he began kneading the full resilient 
mounds and watched the soft doughy flesh poke up between his grasping 
fingers in tiny white bloodless ridges that softened back into a firmly 
voluptuous shape the moment he released them. He tugged and pulled at 
her pliant warmth, stretching the nipples over his hotly throbbing long 
cock until the bead-like tips touched and her warm flesh enclosed his 
member in their vibrant softness on both sides.

Satisfied, Billy set up a slow rocking motion, sliding his thick blue-
veined shaft between her softly straining young breasts. He moved 
slowly and carefully for fear that his long-stored cum would suddenly 
erupt and begin spurting in sticky hot streams over her naked breasts; 
he didn't want that, wasn't ready for that yet. The steady slap of his 
heavy balls against the smooth warmth of her stomach forced his breath 
into quick labored gasps of a rising lewdness that he knew he couldn't 
control much longer. The nipples of her breasts quivered and jerked 
into greater hardness as he rubbed them against each other, and this 
excited him even more. His wild passion grew to a nearly unmanageable 
intensity when he glanced up at her face and saw the wantonly exciting 
reaction it was having upon her.

She really was beautiful, he thought, as he gazed in intoxicating 
rapture at her nakedly writhing young figure spread out so deliciously 
on the mattress beneath him. He had worked her up to a fever pitch of 
desire, and now her mouth hung open wide in pleading ecstasy - her 
glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. Soft animal mewls 
of pleasure gasped and bubbled from between her contorted lips. Her 
voluptuously flaring hips continued a slow up and down grinding 
movement in rhythm to the stroking between her tightly pressed together 
breasts and then they began writhing in a mindless fit of abandonment 
that told him clearly that the girl now would accept any degradation he 
would force upon her in order to still the fire raging in her vagina.

And there was one thing more he wanted to do before he made her cum, 
before he fused them together in one great wet mass of pulsating flesh.

He slithered back down her ripe young body and carefully rolled her 
over, his eyes traveling a slow path of desire up the gleaming moon-
like orbs of her buttocks. They undulated slowly beneath him as she 
continued the wanton little movement that now ground her hungry, wetly 
quivering cunt into the mattress.

Ellen started to attention as she felt herself grasped tightly by the 
waist and her hips lifted up from the mattress, but then her barely 
conscious mind drifted back into the dim dark world that revolved 
around the single thought of her unfulfilled desire.

Bill looked down at her rippling ass cheeks and the anal crevice that 
had opened up when he lifted her, exposing the tiny brown star of her 
rectum. He meant to fuck her there too, and he shuddered at the mere 
thought of what it would feel like when her warm spongy channel closed 
so tightly around his totally buried cock.

He placed his hands gently under her belly and lifted her slowly to a 
kneeling position so that she was on all fours under him dog-fashion. 
Then he crawled up on his own knees between her full spread thighs and 
pulled at the firmly rounded cheeks of her ass with his hands, able to 
see clearly now the tightly puckered little anus nestled in the shadowy 
cleft. He thought he could see it throbbing almost as if it anticipated 
his next move.

Billy rested in that position for a long moment to give her time to 
adjust to everything that had happened so far. He knew that any abrupt 
movement could throw her dimmed mind out of the trance it seemed to be 
in, then she would begin to struggle with all the energy she had 
displayed in the truck the first night. And he wanted that energy 
working with him, not against him. He wanted her to desire everything 
he did to her.

Ellen's long tapered legs were splayed out wide on either side of him 
when he brought his hands down and pushed them under the back of her 
knees. He pulled them apart so that the kneecaps touched the sides of 
the mattress and exposed the whole flat place of her anal crevice to 
his lustful sight. Then he dropped his head and gently flicked the 
quivering red tip of his wet tongue into the tight little hole of her 
anus nestled just above the opening of her pussy. The unexpected, 
moistly searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought a 
long low moan of anguish from the kneeling girl's tortured lips. Her 
blonde head tossed and chills ran up the full length of her naked back 
and then back down again onto her buttocks from where the lewdly 
exciting sensation racing so out of control through her body had 
originated. He tightened his grip on the back of her knees, expecting 
her to jump away ... but she didn't ... and even he was surprised at 
what happened.

Instead Ellen's legs fell limply open and her voluptuous young ass 
pressed backward of its own volition, without any effort or force on 
his part. The movement caught him by surprise as he had just decided 
that she must be too dazed to move at all, and disbelief buzzed through 
his brain when the white moon-like ovals ground wantonly and excitedly 
back against the eager wetness of his mouth. He recalled the wild ideas 
that had raced through his head last night as he had lain in bed 
listening to the men shamelessly abuse her body between the three of 
them in the next room. He had imagined trailing his tongue down her 
back crevice; but never in his most insane fantasies had he dreamed 
that she would like it ... and she was enjoying it ... not only 
"enjoying" it, but pleading for more of the same.

He started using his tongue, slowly at first, and licked down the 
entire length of her crevice. His intentions were to be gentle, but she 
ground her softly fleshed buttocks even closer against him in a 
desperate effort to screw back on the hotly flicking tongue that licked 
without mercy around her anus. He blew his warm breath softly against 
her behind and then, suddenly, stabbed his tongue straight into the 
tight fleshy ring.

"Ooooooh," she whimpered as goose bumps rippled across her upraised 
young buttocks and down the backs of her excitedly trembling thighs.

He lifted his head, his mind churning with amazement at her lewdly 
heated reactions. Then he moved carefully, still expecting her to 
suddenly protest and burst the dream like a delicate bubble, and placed 
the tip of his outstretched middle finger against the entrance of her 
tightly puckered rectum. She didn't flinch, and the gang leader decided 
that she was unaware of the penetration that was coming. He probed for 
a moment on the outer edges of the elastic little orifice and then 
pushed forward gently, sinking the finger slowly up to the first 
knuckle. This time she did jerk and moan softly, but it seemed to be 
more from surprise than pain because she relaxed again almost 
immediately.

He pushed the finger all the way in, then planted the palm of his hand 
on the small of her back and pushed down tight, trapping her between 
his hand and the mattress. Ellen groaned and made a slight cringing 
movement when a second finger was inserted, then relaxed again as the 
fingers dug firmly in the tight narrow passage, widening it and 
preparing it for the greater entry to come.

The convict couldn't stand it any more. As quickly as he had shoved the 
fingers in he pulled them back out of her. Besides, he knew he had to 
hurry now if he was going to get his long hard cock into her before she 
slipped out of this dreamy pliant condition.

"Kneel up higher." he commanded softly and then, when she did, quickly 
bent his head and moistened the tiny hole again with his tongue in 
preparation for the coming assault.

He levered himself up, his thighs pressed tightly against her hips, 
positioning his rock-hard maledom directly over the wet little opening 
of her ass, then he pushed. He groaned as he looked down and saw the 
unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tight restricting ring of 
flesh. He watched with open mouth, tongue hanging loosely from his 
lips, as the tiny stretched opening slipped over and clasped the lust-
swollen tip of his cock like a rubber band. All his plans of gentleness 
were forgotten now in the driving anguish of his own desire as he 
grinned above her like a conquering devil and thrust his hips hard down 
until his thick, heatedly pulsating penis sank halfway to the hilt. The 
warm sponginess of the young girl's tight anal channel enveloped his 
wildly pulsing shaft, and the feel of her tightly clasping rectum sent 
a long shudder of delight throughout his body.

"Oh! Nooooooo!" he heard a sudden groan escape from her at the 
unexpected pain.

"Shut up," he whispered in a hoarse low voice. "It'll only hurt for a 
minute." Then he added, gently, "I promise it'll feel better in a 
minute ... just relax."

She whimpered and then groaned again, but he was no longer listening to 
anything, and didn't hear. All his attention focused on his blunt 
intruding cock that pushed ever deeper into the depths of her nether 
being, shoving the soft rubbery flesh inside the widely-stretched 
passage before it in great waves. He felt the coarse hair of his loins 
smack heavily into the softness of her defenselessly upturned buttocks 
when he sank the fleshy thickness to the hilt, filling her backside. 
She cried out in pain now, and twisted, but the darkly handsome convict 
was unconscious of anything except the bucking of her nakedly 
voluptuous young body that only served to skewer his long hard cock 
inch by inch deeper, ever deeper into her.

Billy ground his teeth tightly together and began fucking into her with 
long smooth strokes, stretching her little anal opening with almost 
demonic fury. He watched his hardened white shaft pull tiny ridges of 
her pinkly clasping rectum on each withdrawal stroke, and the lewd 
sight excited him beyond measure. The young blonde hostage was 
hopelessly locked in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an 
errant slave before its cruel master. Her lushly naked body jerked and 
quivered, and she grunted finally in a long moan of submission. Her 
thighs released, her resistance broken now, and then convulsed again in 
groaning protest as his next extra hard thrust pushed far up into her 
rectum. On and on the merciless sodomizing went as the gang leader 
skewered into her from behind like a wild man, too excited by his own 
delirious pleasure to think of anything but her soft rubbery flesh 
pulling and sucking on his throbbing cudgel.

And then the impossible happened. Through the daze of his own 
excitement, he slowly heard the low whining moans of pain change, 
almost imperceptibly at first, and then to a tone that left no room for 
doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading. She was beginning 
to enjoy it! Ellen worked and ground back into him, her long blonde 
hair falling over her face and around her neck and back while she 
squirmed lewdly in front of him. Her face rolled from side to side on 
the mattress. He could see it flushing red from the intensity of her 
effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the quest for some kind 
of fulfillment.

A strange kind of sadistic joy began to throb through his thighs as her 
warmly fleshed hips began to move backwards to meet the up-thrust of his 
plunging cock ramming into her rectum. She wantonly bucked and churned 
her naked young body beneath him, encouraging and pleading with the 
lewdly inviting motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her 
behind with the hot sperm of his orgasm which she prayed would trigger 
her own release.

Perhaps it was the lewdness of her position under him or the sadistic 
thought of fucking her helplessly kneeling form half to death. Whatever 
it was, the pressure was building in his sperm-churning balls and his 
excitedly jerking cock seemed to lengthen and expand until it was 
larger than it had ever been before.

And then suddenly Billy stopped.

The convict leader fell forward and pressed the whole of his powerful 
body onto her back, the thick full length of his cock still wedged deep 
up in her rectum. Then he gritted his teeth and pulled back, sliding 
his hardness wetly out of the tight throbbing channel until the tip 
slipped out of the puckered hole with an obscene wet sucking sound. He 
hated to pull it out, he was so close to cumming in her rectum that he 
didn't want to stop, but he wanted more to wring from her the kind of 
orgasm that would make her his forever.

He rolled her over, the anguish of his near climax still jerking in his 
throbbing cock, until she lay under him on her back with all the soft 
hollows and indentations of her succulent young body presented up to 
him all his and his alone. In one painful gasp, he realized that it was 
worth the sacrifice when she looked up at him with smoky desire-ridden 
eyes. His body shook and he almost spilled his load in mid-air when she 
spoke.

"Fuck me, Billy," she pled in a desperate whisper of unfulfilled 
torment.

The surprised convict wasted no time as he lifted his body higher over 
the uplifted pussy between her widely spread thighs. His fully erect 
instrument lowered quickly and came to rest in direct contact with the 
tightly resisting entry to her barely used vagina. Still, there was no 
need for care now, her pussy lay wet and spread open in invitation, the 
small elastic vaginal mouth already throbbing around the blunt blood-
engorged head of his cock as though she, too, were about to explode if 
he didn't thrust it into her immediately. And so he did, feeling her 
sparse wetly matted blonde pubic hair part as his mammoth cock head 
slowly slid into her warmth and kept sliding with one long smooth 
stroke all the way to her cervix. There was no resistance now, and the 
smooth slippery walls of her tight little cunt throbbed against his 
thick hardness in a wetly clasping motion that almost drove him insane 
with joy.

He ground his chest against hers, smashing the full ripe firmness of 
her fleshy melons into her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the 
same time and the soft moist hole flowered open to receive his cock to 
even greater depths. There was no stopping it until he sank to the 
hilt, and the heavy sac of his balls slapped with a loud thud against 
the spread crevice of her upraised buttocks.

Her whole body twitched and abandonedly writhed beneath him, and she 
lifted her face up against the moistness of his mouth until he 
viciously shoved his tongue deep into her throat. Low hums of 
passionate acceptance came in incoherent groans and murmurs from deep 
in her chest. Her innocent young face contorted with lewd passion, her 
neck strained and her nostrils flared, and a light sweat broke out on 
her forehead under the disheveled blonde hair. There was nothing that 
could stop them now, and the darkly handsome convict worked like a 
madman to end it for the both of them.

"Oh God, oh God," Ellen gasped around the slavering tongue in her mouth 
and groaned in lewd welcome when his hands slipped under the rounded 
moons of her buttocks and lifted them upwards to give his wildly 
thrusting hardness complete access to her pleading young cunt.

Billy lifted his face from her, raising his upper torso, and felt the 
smooth velvet folds of her vagina tightly hold him captive for a 
moment; when he drew back, they wetly clasped his rigid column until he 
could feel every inch of her fevered pussy vibrating on his cock. Then 
he rammed into her from the tips of his toes and fucked the last long 
hard inch of his pole of flesh into her hot little cunt, bringing an 
animal-like scream of passion from her lips. His hair-covered groin 
ground lewdly against the sensitive outer flanges of her wet spread 
pussy and sent shivers of obscene delight surging through her 
fluttering nerve-ends. He ground his loins against her pelvis, watching 
her glazed, heavily lidded eyes widen suddenly in rapture.

The sight of the lewd emotions playing over the innocent young girl's 
contorted face added to the convict's already intolerable excitement. 
It had been worth the agonizing torture of holding back and waiting 
uncertainly in the hope that he wouldn't be alone in his quest for 
pleasure. Now every fiber of his being quivered with the feeling of 
being totally alive, no matter what would happen to him tomorrow, and 
the assurance that his life force was bound with hers, if only for the 
moment. The only pain was the knowledge that she, nor anyone else, 
would ever be as much his as she was at this precise moment. But the 
anguish of that realization evaporated quickly as he watched tears of 
joy and frenzy stream down her cheeks in tribute to a passion she had 
never known existed.

Ellen sought desperately to get him as close to her as possible and 
once again her arms flung over his head in a neck-breaking hold. But 
another long hard lunge into her ecstatic wildly quivering pussy sent 
them fluttering out to his shoulders from where they slithered down his 
back, her nails digging frantically in his naked skin, until they came 
to rest on the rotating cheeks of his hard-driving buttocks.

She ground her fingers into the muscular warmth of his buttocks, her 
hands working with the convoluting sinews, and pulled him even deeper 
into her. The powerful tugs of encouragement from her grasping hands 
added to the force of his thrusts against her uplifted groin, and the 
room resounded with wet smacking noises that mixed lewdly with the 
sounds of excited barking coming from the other room where Pop was 
drunkenly trying to get the German Shepherd to fuck Sylvia.

The obscenely suggestive noises coming from the other room began to 
blend in tempo with Billy's own hard pile-driving thrusts and drove him 
to greater desire. Unconsciously, he began to grow even more excited as 
he visualized Rex ploughing his long scarlet penis into Sylvia's 
battered cunt. But then Ellen's eagerly milking pussy snatched him back 
to the present. He wrapped one hand around her breast and placed the 
other over a smoothly rounded cheek of her ass, feeling his fingers 
sink into the slightly spread sweating anal crevice. Then he slid his 
hand slowly down from her buttocks to where his long thick cock was 
sliding wetly in and out of her tight young pussy.

Her mouth opened wide in ecstasy when he fondled and played with the 
moistly contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing 
softer moans of wild sensation from her throat. He could feel the ever-
widening passage of her vagina opening in greedy desire to swallow the 
whole of his heated shaft plunging far up inside her. She jerked up 
toward him several times, her cuntal lips wildly working and sucking at 
his cock as though trying to milk him dry.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder," the blonde hostage begged, her 
breath coming in short frantic gasps. She was ready to cum, the convict 
leader could feel it as her ripe young breasts heaved up and quivered 
against the pressure of his chest and their hardened little nipples dug 
into him. Her trembling thighs parted further and opened the plane of 
her femaledom wide, then, with a low moan, her legs snaked out and 
tightly wrapped themselves around his pile-driving buttocks. Her crotch 
uplifted pleadingly to him, and Billy quickened his thrusts, gulping at 
the sight of her eager little cunt beginning to climb up his cock, then 
spiraling up and down crazily in an uncontrolled race for fulfillment.

"Oh God ... Oh God! I'm cumming! Cumming!" she groaned in a low hoarse 
moan of helpless submission and suddenly her heels were dancing a wild 
tarantella of lust on his buttocks. Her hands raced crazily up his back 
until they tangled in his hair and smashed his mouth down on her wetly 
open whimpering mouth with such fury that her teeth cut into his lips. 
The cords of her neck tightened and her nakedly quivering body jerked 
against him in tempo with the inner rhythm of the hot convulsing walls 
of her vagina that clasped and unclasped wetly around his cock, milking 
at his jerking organ like a sucking starving mouth.

The aging floorboards thudded loudly in time to the two tightly 
entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of 
deep straining grunts and groans filled the hot stifling air of the 
room, mingling with the noise of the wet viscous slither of his 
massively erect penis ramming in and out of her wildly erupting pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh," he cried and moaned into her mouth as her cum juice 
flowed heatedly around his still-driving hard shaft, flowing down the 
crevice of her flailing young buttocks and flooding over his balls as 
they ground against her tightly puckered anus.

Billy felt himself cumming and quickened his strokes until his groin 
smacked like a wooden paddle against her cum-drenched pelvis. He held 
her legs tight to him and thrust his wildly jerking cock as deep as it 
would go, grinding his pelvis around and around to dig the head in 
deeper and deeper, scraping the wetly rejoicing walls of her cunt 
without mercy. She gasped in renewed passion, and he clenched his eyes 
tightly shut, feeling his testicles begin to wildly erupt.

He was cumming now too!

A deep half-human cry erupted from his throat into the moistness of her 
mouth. He could feel a gush of fire race through his suddenly 
ballooning cock, heard her whimpering out the last of her orgasm, and 
then felt her jerk forward against him as sensing his climax, she began 
orgasming all over again.

It was then that Billy exploded inside her, his hot sperm spurting like 
a fire hose through the end of his long driving penis and squirting 
into the farthest recesses of the blonde hostage's palpitating young 
pussy.

He fell over her and she groaned and dropped her head against his 
heaving neck, her body limp like a doll, and they lay interlocked in 
the lewd embrace of love for a seeming eternity, she lying with her 
arms and legs spread wide apart and his body between them in the age 
old position of the conquering man. He felt her heavy breathing that 
lifted her quivering chest against him and her legs falling gradually 
to the sides until they were splayed out obscenely.

They lay silently there until his cock began deflating inside and 
gradually slipped from the wet flooded passageway of her still-
twitching cunt. Then he pulled himself off of her and looked down at 
her naked young body glimmering in the candlelight. The convict was 
already filled with a sad regret that it was over and would never 
happen quite like this again. He wanted to say something nice, but he 
couldn't find the words. It seemed silly to talk now that it was all 
over. He wished he had said more before, and now it was too late to 
tell her about how he felt. Sorrowful tired thoughts of the girl 
returning back to her own world, him to his portentous fate, drifted 
through his weary mind as he lay next to the girl and watched her drift 
off to exhausted sleep.

And once, just before he, too, went to sleep, the girl sighed deeply in 
her slumber and snuggled in close to him ... like a small helpless 
animal seeking shelter ...
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Chapter 6

Ellen awoke to the cooing of pigeons on the warehouse roof the next 
morning. She lay still for a moment and let the soft rustling sound 
bring her to full consciousness. Then she opened her eyes and felt her 
mind give way to a series of confused thoughts.

Where was she? It didn't look like her bedroom at home with the pastel-
colored wallpaper and the pink curtains and the pretty gilt-framed 
mirror that hung over her white-varnished dresser. No, she was 
somewhere else and the smells were different - almost harsh. She 
realized they were odors she had never smelled before, and they struck 
her as something raw and savage. She moved and felt a sharp pain coming 
from her groin. Her muscles were sore and she found it difficult to 
raise her legs, and she lay still for a moment until the pain went 
away.

Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though 
there were gently licking flames that did not burn but still emitted a 
soft soothing heat.

She slid over onto her side and suddenly froze in a half-turned 
position. The warm touch of flesh on flesh sent a chill through her, 
and the bewildered young girl held her breath and turned her head 
slowly to the side. Then she closed her eyes, not wanting to look, 
wanting with all her life strength to blot out the image of the man 
lying nakedly asleep next to her.

She did not want to remember. But the recollections raced through her 
mind with a force and directness that was overpowering. Yes, she had 
willingly succumbed to him, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. Her 
mind went back to the beginning of last night when Vito, Pop, Cash and-
-apparently the German Shepherd, Rex - raped Sylvia, and she could 
almost visualize the wild twisting and skewering of bodies spread out 
on the soiled mattress.

Then she recalled the first moments of almost tender love-making with 
Billy outlining themselves in her mind, then dissolve into the gauzy 
image of their flesh that had seemed to float through a dreamy sensual 
world of delicious sensation. She had succumbed to those wonderful, but 
forbidden, sensations; her inhibitions and prejudices had been totally 
destroyed by the ordeal she had been through in the last two days. And 
that then was the smell: the smell of raw and consummated sex that 
covered both their bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they 
had gone through last night. And she remembered, too, the exquisite 
explosions inside her belly, it had been an eruption that had filled 
her wantonly writhing abdomen with a pulsing warmth, a spurting of hot 
life-giving sperm she had urged on with her lips, thighs, and hips. And 
that was where the strange warmth had some from and seemed now to 
ripple outward from her pulsing vagina to tingle at each part of her 
lower torso like a quavering note of music half-remembered from her 
past lust and undeniable pleasure. The flood of hot male semen might 
have made her pregnant, and it frightened her for a moment, until she 
realized how much she had wanted it ... then she relaxed, remembering 
her period was due in two days and she was safe.

The memories returned - stronger, more pleasurable now. She had begged 
and urged him on to do it, and had put all of her physical strength 
into pressing her trembling desire-racked young body against his 
powerfully thrusting loins as though she were some kind of insane 
nymphomaniac. Nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into that mindless 
uncontrollable passion that had deadened her every sense of 
righteousness.

A low groaning sound came from the next room and Ellen looked up 
towards the door. It was a deep guttural sound, as though someone were 
dying ... or in pleasure ... and it reminded her of the sounds that had 
come from Jennifer, her sister's, lips when she had been ravished on 
the beach night before last. Oh, God, she thought, was it really only 
two nights ago - only two nights!

Slowly, she moved to the side of the bed and looked back at Billy lying 
asleep beside her. She put her feet to the floor and stood up 
tentatively, waiting for the noise to stop. Then, picking up her ripped 
jeans and tee-shirt from the floor, she quickly dressed. A moment 
later, her heart pounding with fright, she crossed the room and leaned 
against the threshold to the door to peer into the other room.

Her eyes had trouble adjusting to the dim light of early morning, but 
finally she could make out the shadowy forms of Cash, Vito, and Pop 
lying in naked debauched poses around the splayed-out figure of Sylvia. 
It appeared as though sleep had taken them almost immediately after 
their moment of climax, and they lay immobile, like figures frozen in 
mid-movement by some immediate disaster. Sylvia's cum-matted black hair 
lay in strands across one of Cash's outstretched thighs, and her long 
tapered legs were still locked across Vito's torso that lay atop her.

The gang girl's eyes were still closed, but she groaned now and then as 
though on the verge of coming awake. A few feet from the door lay Rex, 
the German Shepherd, asleep but seeming ominously watchful in a prone 
position.

This was Ellen's chance! It might be the last chance she ever had 
again.

She knew she had to go, and go now. She had found out too much for them 
to let her get away after all she had heard during the past few days. 
Yes, it was a matter of saving her own skin, even though Billy had 
shown such open gentleness and affection the night before. But the 
animal lying close to the bedroom sent a renewed sense of fear through 
her for a moment, and she paused anxiously at the doorway, still 
indecisive as to what she would finally do.

The trembling young blonde thrust one foot towards the slight opening 
and inched the door wider open. The rusty hinges squeaked and she 
immediately tensed, expecting the worst. But the low rumble of snores 
coming from the opposite side of the living room continued on 
undisturbed, and the dog seemed to sink into a deeper slumber, his back 
legs twitching as though he were chasing rabbits. She made a quick 
impulsive move into the next room and in a few swift strides was facing 
the stairway that led down into the lower warehouse. For some 
unaccountable reason she paused at the edge of the stairwell and held 
her breath, turning her head slightly to view the scene behind her for 
one last moment before she would be free.

Then she was moving almost dream-like down the long winding staircase, 
amazed at her own stealth as she approached the landing above the lower 
floor. Puffs of lint, with motes of floating dust that caught the 
bright morning sunlight, streamed like an invisible river in through 
the windows. For an instant she could not see because of the brightness 
and the deep shadows. But then she had made it, had achieved the second 
floor in one last glide and whirl, stopping to reconsider her moves 
before she descended the final stairway.

Indecision had been her mistake when she had been caught on the highway 
twenty four hours before, and now this moment of pause had been equally 
fateful. Suddenly a loud barking rose up from the rooms above her. She 
had no choice but to run, and run she did across the cardboard-
scattered floor and down the next staircase in a mad pirouetting 
movement. There was a shouting from above, and a clatter of stumbling 
shoes and the scraping of paws on the stairs. The terrified girl had 
reached the bottom and swung open the outside door to see the skyline 
of the city loom up in the distance, when she felt the firm grip of 
canine teeth around her ankle. Rex's growl was surprisingly gentle yet 
commanding, and although she screamed and shoved against his massive 
head, he did not let go.

Then, there was the clasp of a hand on her shoulder!

She whirled around and began to scratch at Cash's face. She felt him 
grapple with her and thrust his powerful arms around her waist before 
easily lifting her as she kicked her legs high into the air. Then she 
was rising back up the stairway completely limp in Cash's arms ... now 
being carried ... and then half-walking, half-stumbling back into the 
upper rooms of the warehouse.

"Goddamn, the little bitch can really put up a fight," Cash exclaimed 
in near admiration as they entered the living room again.

"See, what did I tell ya," Sylvia chided in a loud shrill voice, a look 
of self-satisfaction on her face. "Ya can't trust the stuck-up slut two 
feet."

Ellen began weeping in frustration and fright, turning away from the 
figures that were pulling on trousers and shirts and still brushing the 
signs of sleep from their eyes.

Billy looked at Ellen without malice. He knew why she had tried to 
escape, but there was nothing he could do about having to bring her 
back. Now it was either he or she, and it was obvious that he could not 
let her live if he wanted to protect himself in the eyes of the gang.

"Lock her up in the bedroom," Billy shrugged, jerking his thumb toward 
the room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "Ya 
might just tie her up, too," he added, attempting to show his concern 
to the others.

"I think we oughta get rid of her now," Pop said and sneered towards 
the bowed head of the young girl. "It ain't safe lettin' her set here 
by herself. She gets loose and there'll be hell to pay."

"We still need her until after the hit is made and we're on our way. 
Vito and Sylvia will stay with her," Billy said, demonstrating a sense 
of command over the situation. "I don't want Vito in on the kill at 
this point."

"What ya mean I don't get to go," Vito roared at Billy. "I been in on 
this from the first and I intend to get my licks."

Billy sighed sardonically and looked from Sylvia to the thin-lipped 
little man who stood enraged in front of him. "Ya got plenty to attend 
to here, Vito. Don't worry, ya got your money comin' to ya, too."

"How do we get to the boat," Vito said, bringing up something that 
hadn't been fully explained earlier.

"We're coming back for you - for all of you," Billy said in thinly 
veiled warning.

Ellen bent over slightly and felt a shiver of cold deep fear run down 
the length of her spine at the callousness of Billy's remarks. Her life 
obviously meant almost nothing to the gang leader, even after the 
gently caressing lovemaking of last night. In a moment he would be 
gone, and her fate would be held in the hands of Vito and the jealous 
gang girl who stared at her from across the room with a cruel sadistic 
look. She just wouldn't be able to persuade the two envious gang-
outcasts that she harbored no malice against them, and she knew they 
were at the point where they would torture and maim before they imposed 
the final humiliations upon her defenseless body.

"P - please, don't leave me alone," she pleaded, tears streaming down 
her face in piteous profusion now.

"There ain't nothin' I can do about it," Billy answered softly. "I 
gotta get goin', and I need Pop and Cash to help me."

Ellen looked up toward the gang leader, her facial expression and hands 
turned toward him in supplication. "I - I can't take it," she moaned. 
"Please ... help me! Don't leave me alone!"

"There ain't gonna be no problem," Billy repeated. "If there's any 
trouble they'll have to answer to me about it. Besides, ya got old Rex 
here to take care of everything."

The gang leader knelt down and patted the German Shepherd on the head. 
The animal looked up at his master and let out a shrill whine, thumping 
his tail against the floor in response. Billy looked up and jerked his 
head toward the other room, "Get her out of here," he said.

Cash grasped the blonde hostage's arm and pulled her, sobbing. She went 
without struggle and lay limply against the wall, permitting him to tie 
her arms tightly beside her. A few minutes after she had been secured 
to some bolts in the wall, Billy peered through the door. He studied 
her tear-stained face for a second, then walked slowly across the room 
and bent down in front of her.

"Okay, he did a good job on ya," he smiled tensely. "Ya ain't gonna 
have no trouble with them. I told 'em to leave ya alone, and they gotta 
follow what I say. We got it figured so you'll see us sometime soon. 
Probably on the boat goin' to Mexico, as a matter of fact." He paused, 
looking unsure of himself and embarrassed. "I don't even know your 
name." When she started to reply, he quickly put his hand over her 
mouth. "No, I don't wanna know. It don't matter none anyway."

Then he turned and without a word left her alone. Billy's mention of 
Mexico sent the young girl into a new stage of uncertainty. She had 
expected to be killed after the assassination, and had no idea that she 
would be kidnapped out of the country. Was it because the tough gang 
leader really cared for her? Or was he simply taking no chances, and 
planned to use her as a hostage until their escape was made?

After awhile Ellen heard several footsteps moving down the stairs and 
with a slow build up of terror she realized that she was now completely 
alone with Vito and knife-wielding Sylvia. The sound of the truck 
moving out of the warehouse signaled the beginning of what she assumed 
would be her final struggle, and she began to tremble, trying to steel 
herself to what the two remaining criminals had in store for her. A 
tiny flicker of hope still remained that the weasel-like Vito would 
protect her out of fear of the gang chief, but she knew that the 
chances were slight that he would be able to stand up to Sylvia's 
jealous prodding. Ellen eased down onto the floor and felt her bonds 
loosen somewhat. She tried to empty her mind of all thought, knowing 
that thinking was useless and could only send her into deeper despair.

Surprisingly, she went to sleep.

Sometime later, Ellen awakened out of a hazy, dream-filled half-sleep 
and noticed the door to the bedroom slowly pushing open. Then lurching 
around the open door came the tall cat-like figure of Sylvia whose face 
reflected an arrogant self confidence that for Ellen could only mean 
one thing. The tall smirking brunette stood a few paces from the young 
girl, staring and saying nothing for a long time. It was obvious that 
she had been drinking.

"Well, the house whore has finally decided to wake up from her nap." 
Sylvia laughed evilly and swept her hand towards the door in a gesture 
of finality. "Ain't it funny? There's just you, me, and Vito. I think 
we ought to have a little party."

Ellen stiffened and tried to struggle up from the floor. She wanted to 
say something that would erase the hateful expression on Sylvia's face, 
but everything she thought of would make the situation worse. The only 
thing she could do now was stall for time and hope for some kind of 
intervention that would save her from what lay ahead.

"B - Billy, he told you not to touch me. Please don't touch me, you know 
what he'll do to you, if you do anything."

The gang girl laughed again, and the ugly sound of her voice seemed to 
echo back to Ellen the absurdity of her remarks. Even to herself the 
protest seemed weak and feeble as though she did not believe it, and 
she held her breath when the girl approached her with eyes glinting 
ferociously.

Sylvia took carefully small half-steps that prolonged the anguished 
tension of waiting, and Ellen tried to raise herself higher off the 
floor, feeling her bonds painfully clench around her arms and the 
tightness of her jeans, that had hitched up beneath the lower ropes, 
cutting into her waist. Suddenly, in one lightning movement, Sylvia's 
hand shot down and grabbed Ellen's hair, wrenching the young girl's 
head upward until she was staring into the other woman's hate-filled 
face. In this moment Ellen caught the full brunt of Sylvia's 
contemptuous wrath, and the pain tingling through her scalp was nothing 
compared to the force of sadistic glee sparkling in the gang girl's 
eyes.

"Ya know what I'm going to do to ya, honey," Sylvia said, not releasing 
her tight grip on Ellen's hair. "I'm gonna make you feel real funny, 
like I'm gonna cut you up tit by tit, but that'll come after we have 
some other entertainment."

"Oh please! God! Leave me alone!" Ellen pleaded, the tears beginning to 
well up in her eyes.

"There ain't no reason to leave ya alone after the way ya been acting 
towards my man!" Sylvia screamed shrilly, then viciously back-handed 
the captive girl several times. The blows seemed to take the immediate 
pressure off her hate, and she let Ellen's head fall back against the 
wall.

The young blonde made another effort to communicate with the infuriated 
gang girl. "I - it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask to be kidnapped by 
those men," Ellen sobbed piteously.

"Ya know Rex is still here," Sylvia said cunningly and without 
preamble. "I suppose ya think he's gonna guard ya, don't ya?"

Suddenly a feeling of horror implanted itself and flooded through 
Ellen's entire being. Now she remembered the animal-like noises from 
last night and the ribald laughter of the convicts as they shouted 
gleefully, "Go on, Rex. Fuck her too; she's a bitch!" Oh God! Mention 
of the dog and the irrational of the animal that she had experienced 
earlier merged into one terrorized realization. No, this was too much, 
she couldn't even bear to think of it!

"That dog has been trained by Billy," Ellen said, her mind still 
grabbing for excuses to hold the tall brunette off from her. "Billy 
left him here to guard me."

"We'll see what kinda guarding old Rex is going to do," Sylvia chortled 
sadistically. "Hey, Vito, get your ass here and bring that fucking dog 
with you." She laughed uproariously at her own joke.

When Ellen began frantically struggling against her bounds, Sylvia 
grabbed her hair and rammed her head back against the wall. Low 
disgruntled groans could be heard from the front room, and a moment 
later the ferrety little convict appeared at the door accompanied by 
the huge German Shepherd.

"Hey, Vito, look at this," Sylvia grinned back at the greasy-haired man 
standing in the entrance way. "We're gonna have us some fun while Billy 
plays his little cops and robbers game."

The sadistically grinning gang girl leaned down and pinched and tore at 
the flesh on Ellen's arm until the young girl could stand the pain no 
longer. She jumped and screamed against her bonds, trying to escape the 
excruciating pain, but her struggles were useless and resulted only in 
the ropes cutting into her wrists and drawing blood.

"I - I don't think we oughta mess with this kinda crap," Vito said 
nervously, licking his lips. "Billy finds out, and it'll be all over 
for the both of us."

The statuesque brunette looked back at Vito contemptuously. It was 
obvious which one of the two had the strength to take command of this 
new situation, and the gang girl exercised that command now with the 
vicious poking and prodding of her fingers and hands.

"Hey, Vito, wouldn't you like to see what kind of cunt this sweet 
innocent little thing's got?" Sylvia asked, leaning forward and 
reaching with both hands for the front of Ellen's tee-shirt. Ellen 
pulled away, but there was no place she could go. "It must be something 
pretty special for Billy to get so hopped up." The gang girl's hands 
tore at the light covering material, and Ellen's large, ripely swaying 
breasts fell free into the air. Both women could see Vito's eyes bulge 
at the voluptuous sight of the naked white torso bound helplessly to 
the wall, and even as they watched, his features began to change from 
nervousness to a sadistic anticipation.

"Look at that, Vito," Sylvia said and leered back at the dumbfounded 
man behind her. "How'd you like to try some of that?"

Vito stood with his jaw agape, a thin line of spittle forming on his 
trembling lower lip. The dog standing by his side sounded a low whimper 
that redirected the terrified captive's attention to the big animal.

"What d'ya say, Vito? You get the bitch warmed up, and then we let Rex 
here have a go at her," Sylvia said, then turned to the struggling 
blonde again. "Old Rex fucks real good." Her eyes were devoid of 
emotion - lifeless - as she said it.

"Stop it, stop this talk, I can't stand it!" Ellen screamed in one last 
verbal attempt to dissuade Sylvia from her viciously lewd intent. "I'll 
do anything, but get that dog away from me!"

"Ya hear that, Vito?" Sylvia said in a low salacious tone. "She'll do 
what ya want as long as Rex boy don't mess with her."

Suddenly, the gang girl was upon Ellen again. She seized her legs and 
pulled them wide apart, then with surprising strength she thrust one 
hand against the struggling girl's crotch and unzipped the tattered 
jeans. Ellen tried to pull her legs tight, but the strong pressure of 
her assailant's grip on her thigh was too much.

"When I want you to open your legs, I mean it!" Ellen heard hissed at 
her through her pain-deadened mind.

Sobbing convulsively, the blonde hostage's legs went limp, and she let 
her thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel 
the sadistic gang girl reaching down and grasping her ankles, and 
yanking her fearfully trembling body as far out of the corner as 
possible with her hands still bound to the wall. Her softly fleshed 
young buttocks scraped agonizingly across the rough floor, and she 
moaned in pained protest but it was not heard.

"Now open 'em, baby, I want Vito to see how nice and tight your little 
pussy looks."

Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened 
cheeks, Ellen spread her legs a few inches more.

"Open 'em wider, you slut, poor Vito can't see it ... can ya, Vito?" 
she teased at him as his wildly gleaming eyes grew wider and small 
beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

Sylvia moved forward again. She grabbed the sides of Ellen's jeans and 
tugged at the tight covering denim, pulling them all the way off the 
struggling young girl's legs - then holding them aloft in contemptuous 
disdain. She laughed shrilly in sadistic glee as she saw Ellen cringing 
and trying to hide her nakedness.

The captive young blonde sobbed helplessly in pain and humiliation, 
feeling the raw pink flesh of her vagina stretched open from the 
outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the 
weasel-like little convict's gaze as his savagely burning eyes locked 
in lustful desire on the tiny tight opening nestling in the sparse 
field of soft blonde cuntal hair up between her legs.

"Now ya can do anything ya like to her, Vito. But ya gotta save the 
best part for Rex here. Whaddya think ya wanta do, Vito honey?"

"What ... what about Billy," he asked, his voice raspy with fear and an 
animal-like lust.

"Who's going to tell Billy? Not me. Not you ... not her! She's gonna 
try to escape and she's going to have an accident. Can't be helped. She 
likes to escape. We can't help it if she falls down three flights of 
stairs while being chased by Rex ... and breaks her fucking neck." She 
grinned conspiratorially at the sweating convict.

Vito's laughter was a high-pitched cackle of enjoyment. He actually 
rubbed his hands in glee.

Cowering in terror in the corner, Ellen had never felt so naked and 
frightened in her life. Her mind whirled at the thought of being 
attacked by the lewdly grinning Vito, but an awesome sensation of 
incomprehensible fear shot through her when she thought of the dog that 
stood panting beside him. God, Rex was huge. She just couldn't stand 
the idea of touching the beast, much less passively submitting to the 
vile obscenity they had in mind for him to do. The hate-filled Sylvia 
was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of 
plea for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred times 
more if Ellen were to beg. There was no hope now for anything, and the 
young hostage didn't try to stop the tears of humiliation and fright 
that were streaming down her cheeks.

Ellen closed her eyes to blot out Sylvia's smirking face then reopened 
them again and jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. 
The tall brunette gang girl had knelt down beside her and had brushed 
her hand against the softly tender flesh surrounding her vagina. "No, 
no, stop, please stop," the captive groaned in abject fear.

Vito bent eagerly down behind Sylvia and the slightly built convict 
inched forward, leering toward Sylvia's hand that worked at the bound 
girl's wide-splayed vaginal lips. Then like some anxious animal closing 
in for the kill, he pushed past Sylvia, thrusting his face a few inches 
away from her finger working around the edges of the tortured little 
cunt. For a moment Ellen forgot about the slow humiliating violation of 
her nakedly exposed cuntal area and focused all her attention on Vito's 
crazed expression that contorted in obvious anticipation of what he 
would do to her next.

"Yeah, I'll warm her up all right," he growled, not taking his eyes 
from between her legs where the grinning Sylvia had expertly insinuated 
her fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to 
widen the already wet passage.

"Let's get her on the bed," the gang girl said in a commanding voice. 
"You and Rex can't do nothin' to her down here on the floor ... you'll 
both get splinters in your balls."

As though she were in a dream, Ellen felt herself pushed from the wall, 
and saw the ropes cut swiftly by the knife in Vito's hand, and then she 
was being bodily lifted, with all will to resist gone, and held in the 
tight clench of Vito and Sylvia's arms above the bed. She was dropped 
heavily and hit the soiled mattress with a hard smack. Then she sensed 
her arms being pulled back from in front of her and her back striking 
against the wall. Through a blur of scalding tears she made out the 
figure of Sylvia standing over her and Vito's ferret-like form crawling 
up on the bed next to her.

She felt the sadistic convict's thin tensed body push up against her 
and heard him fumbling with his clothing, not bothering to remove his 
pants but just unzipping his fly. He moved closer and she pulled away 
from him towards the wall, jerking abruptly as she felt hands on her 
buttocks behind. It was Sylvia and she was reaching over the bed, 
thrusting Ellen closer to Vito's lust-incited form. The two pairs of 
hands that were suddenly pinching and clawing over her nakedly writhing 
young body were indistinguishable from one another, and it seemed as 
though every sensitive area of her fearfully cringing flesh was being 
explored and prodded to increase her pain and humiliation. Then she 
sensed an all-too-familiar touch, something she had learned to 
recognize from the several violations of her body during the past two 
days. The hot spongy hardness of Vito's eagerly throbbing cock sprang 
out from the opening of his pants and with a soft thud smacked against 
the narrow hair-lined opening of her cunt. The helplessly struggling 
girl stretched her buttocks backwards, but the evil little Vito 
followed her, moving his hands across her hips until they clenched the 
quivering cheeks of her ass.

Ellen lurched back again and wriggled her buttocks in one last vain 
attempt to escape the constant painful kneading of his fingers and 
hands. But it was useless. Vito's long hard cock began making its slow 
entry through the tight outer lips of the girl's moistly dilating cunt, 
his progress only slightly impeded by the spasmodic wrenching of her 
groin away from him. Suddenly, Ellen felt a new pressure coming from 
behind. At first there was a tingling, then a more painful sensation as 
Vito's hands tightened in back of her, pulling her clenched buttocks 
wide apart. She looked up and saw Sylvia's sadistically smiling face 
only inches away from her thighs. The gang girl had thrust her finger 
against the tight rubbery ring of Ellen's anus and, with the aid of the 
man in front of her, began a malicious prodding at the blonde's tender 
rear entrance.

"Oh, noooooo, aaaaaaargh," she moaned in pained humiliation. "Please 
don't. God! Don't do that to me."

But the young hostage's helpless protestations were useless. Her 
nakedly trembling body gave a fretful heave sideways to escape the dual 
prodding from in front and behind, and she felt an excruciating pain 
rip through her thighs as Sylvia's sharp claws dug into the soft white 
flesh above Ellen's buttocks. The gang girl clenched her fingers until 
the screeching-in-agony captive could stand it no longer. The 
outstretched finger that worked at her nether passage now had full 
access to her and Ellen felt she would do anything now to avoid the 
terrible searing pain that she had learned to associate with each of 
her struggling movements. Nothing was important anymore as long as she 
escaped the burning torture of Sylvia's viciously grasping hands that 
she could still feel digging into the sensitive skin of her inner 
thighs and prodding at the tightly puckered anal ring.

She could feel the hot rubbery hardness of Vito's cock thrust partially 
into her moist, slowly widening cuntal passage, even as Sylvia's 
extended finger screwed into her quivering ass.

"Deeper, do you want me to fuck you deeper?" Vito asked lewdly, 
removing his hands from her helplessly squirming buttocks, and moving 
them up to her large pink-rippled breasts that he squeezed and kneaded 
in growing lust.

Ellen did not answer. Her mouth opened in silent protestation, but her 
lips pursed tightly shut when she felt Sylvia's finger worm farther 
into her rear orifice. She was impaled now from both sides. The vision 
of the brunette gang girl bent over her and Vito cleaving into her 
moistly clasping vagina sent an electric shock of shame through her 
pulsating groin and into the rippling flesh of her abdomen. She could 
feel the sadistic little convict's long burrowing penis grow larger, if 
that were at all possible, as he began his strong ram-rod thrusts. She 
pulled back away from him, but this seemed to increase his excitement 
and he drove harder, his thick, sperm-inflated hardness pushing the 
unresisting moist folds of flesh in surging waves before its cruel 
searching head.

Ellen looked up again and saw Sylvia smile in triumph. Then she heard 
and felt the swift removal of the gang girl's finger slipping out of 
her ass with a moist swish of air.

"Go on, fuck it, fuck it, Vito!" Sylvia screamed, long swatches of cum-
matted black hair dangling over her face and giving her a demented 
appearance.

The gang girl stood back away from the bed for a moment and watched the 
lewd scene with dazed eyes. The German Shepherd sat at the woman's side 
and viewed the writhing figures with a bemused animal curiosity, 
perking up his ears with each spasmodic lurch and groan from the bed. 
Low bestial growls came from the dog's panting mouth, completing the 
depravity of the scene and seeming to merge with the rhythmical moans 
and squeakings that resounded from the bed.

Ellen's naked young body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as Vito 
began his last pile-driving thrusts into the deepest recesses of her 
cunt. The day of waiting for this blonde bitch had taken its toll on 
Vito's ability to hold himself off from climax much longer, and the 
incredible warmth of the girl's lushly quivering body and the moistly 
contracting tightness of her hot little cunt brought him closer and 
closer to orgasm.

There was nothing else in the world for the girl hostage now. No Billy, 
no Sylvia, nothing but this deep mind-dazing screwing of animal lust 
and flesh, of belly smacking against belly, crotch grinding against 
crotch.

"That's it, Vito. Fuck 'er with all you've got," Sylvia intoned from 
across the room, driving him on into greater lust-incited fury.

Ellen's eyes opened and closed in a lost gaze of pain and humiliation. 
The convict was coming in from a new angle - one that gave him added 
depth. She had not been fucked this deep before, not once in the last 
two days, and she winced as he routed the head around deep inside, 
enlarging the virginal end of her channel and feeling her own 
involuntarily clasping muscles grip at his rigidity like warm elastic.

Suddenly Vito lurched. He poised over her in a push-up position, his 
hands holding her breasts for a moment before pushing down between her 
arms. He levered her unresisting legs off the bed in an arc flat back 
over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress 
on either side of her shoulders.

"Ram it to her, Vito," Sylvia's voice goaded excitedly from somewhere 
in the distance. "Shoot it in her."

Spurred on by Ellen's frantically twisting body below, he dug even more 
deeply into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back 
over her head, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a pile-
driving machine gone out of control.

He was cumming now, she could feel his waves of unbelievably warm sperm 
shooting deep into her dilating womb as her head whirled at the 
onslaught of hot powerful squirts surging wildly into her, filling her 
to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. Then it was over, 
except for the hoarse panting from both of them. Ellen lay back from 
Vito, sobbing piteously as her head pushed against the wall and her 
blonde hair streamed wildly down her neck and onto her full firm 
breasts. She had felt the hugeness of Vito's cock shoot its enveloping 
wetness into her womb, and had experienced a half-second of 
unconsciousness which she recognized as an orgasm of sorts as his 
burgeoning cock had flooded her moistly clasping cuntal passage to the 
brim. Now he pulled away from her, his slowly deflating cock slipping 
loudly from her sucking vaginal lips. He lay for a moment beside her 
and then slid slowly from the bed, leaving her nakedly battered body 
face down on the mattress.

Ellen looked up for a moment through tear-flooded eyes to see the 
figures of Vito and Sylvia gesticulating to one another and the dog 
looking up questioningly at the two of them. Then to her horror, she 
saw the two criminals lead the huge, eagerly whining German Shepherd 
toward the bed. Ellen cringed away and pushed against the wall, a mind-
stunning blanket of primeval terror blanketing her as she knew she 
could no longer escape this horrible fate.

"That's it, Vito, lift his paws onto the bed," she heard the wanton 
voice of Sylvia shout out. Then she was screaming as she felt the soft 
touch of animal fur on her ankle and a warm breath on her calf. A 
vicious slap across the face almost knocked her unconscious. Her 
screams choked off in a low moan of anguish, and she moved an inch 
away, but the animal warmth followed her ... and the stillness of the 
expectant spectators filled her with a black dread that was almost 
paralyzing in its intensity.

Ellen looked back and saw the powerful form of Rex hunched over the 
bed. She tried to move forward but found the harsh grip of Sylvia's 
hands holding her back, and she grimaced in pain as the gang girl 
gripped her shoulders forcefully downward onto the mattress. She could 
not move. Sylvia sat with legs spread wide apart in front of her, while 
Vito stood to her side preventing any lateral movement. Ellen lay flat 
on her belly now, her face thrust into the filthy pillow, afraid to 
move and equally fearful that her stillness would signal a position of 
complete subjugation to her torturers.

Suddenly, there was the cold touch of animal nostrils against her lower 
thigh that sent her gaze back and froze her into a position of 
terrorized fear. Her mind screamed at her paralyzed muscles to move, to 
roll over, to lower her legs and get off the bed, but her body simply 
shuddered and the dog stood and growled bestially in warning.

Ellen froze, her thighs pulled close together, not daring to move now 
as the huge dog growled menacingly once again over her, his great 
panting head just above her defenselessly upturned loins. Suddenly 
there was the feel of hands on her knees and buttocks as Vito and 
Sylvia pulled her legs wide apart for the dog's entry.

Ellen felt as though the last moment of her life had come. There was 
nothing she could do now but submit, and submit she did as Rex's coldly 
wet nose began inching up her thighs and finally lodged against the 
opening of her fearfully cringing vagina. The horrible violations of 
her body during the past few days had reduced the young girl to nothing 
but a vessel of nakedly quivering flesh, and now with the knowledge 
that they were going to kill her there wasn't anything except a kind of 
blind willingness to be subjugated and dominated to the point of 
absolute self-annihilation. So far as she was concerned, she was 
already dead. Let them do what they willed.

The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's hair-
covered crotch and sniffed it. His tail wagged and trembled as though 
he had found a bitch in heat. For a moment the blonde hostage, in spite 
of her resignation to her fate, tried to squirm away, but the dog 
raised his head and growled again and began greedily lapping at the 
narrow pink slit up between her thighs. He ran his tongue down the full 
length of it from the tightly puckered anal opening, up over the wetly 
fluted edges of her cunt, and to the tiny gleaming clitoris atop her 
pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered 
swelling like a hot knife through butter. It flicked relentlessly 
between the girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to sniff at 
her warmly perfumed cunt and wagging his tail in obvious appreciation.

Rex was pushing harder, the nose and tongue more persistent at her 
upturned buttocks. Ellen felt a lewd thrill, at this point only 
understandable to her because of the subjugation she had gone through 
before, and she fought with all her will against it. The dog's 
glistening long scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, the tapered 
point slipped and danced in the hot wet crevice as the animal trembled 
and jerked, trying to push the tapered point and the thick shaft into 
her body.

Above and around her the shadowy forms of Vito and Sylvia seemed to set 
up a lewd chant-like motion. Gone was all sense of protest or 
violation - she was merely an equivalent of the animal that haunched 
over her, a receptacle that symbolized the junction of animal and human 
as in days of old when man was a mythic union of the gods and animals.

Out of control, the dog growled in frustration as Ellen, in 
desperation, twisted her buttocks in an attempt to push the slippery 
organ away. But Sylvia merely reached down and guided the point of it 
into the cringing girl's narrow pink pussy slit, and Rex immediately 
began humping forward - each of his eager thrusts spreading her cunt 
wider and wider apart.

Ellen did not know what she was doing, her responses were merely 
automatic gestures that had been trained into her over the past few 
days, and so she without volition raised her white young buttocks up to 
allow easier entry.

The animal lurched heavily on top of her, thrusting his bestial fur-
covered paws around her torso as though his forelegs were human arms 
wrenching around her, writhing back. From deep in her consciousness 
Ellen could hear a low gasp come from the two figures who had stood up 
from the bed to give the animal complete access to her.

With a cry, she tensed as the long scarlet penis slipped out, but Rex 
returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. He knew 
where and how to go this time. The German Shepherd jerked forward and 
with one smooth lunge buried his huge cudgel deep up the kneeling young 
girl's pink, spasmodically grasping cunt.

His thinly tapered penis slithered forward with a wet rush until it was 
sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging from below her wet pubic 
hair. Coming to her senses momentarily, Ellen tried to wrench away 
again, but Sylvia's hands gripped her forearms and dug her fingernails 
into her flesh, forcing the girl to submit to the brutal animal 
impalement. It was being done to her, she thought in desperation; there 
was a dog fucking into her vagina. It was a fact. There was nothing - 
absolutely nothing she could do to change that fact or stop it. Let it 
end as soon as possible, she prayed.

Her face contorted in abject surrender, and she began slow responsive 
movements, up-turning her buttocks and tightly flexing and unflexing her 
vaginal muscles to bring the dog to climax. Rex emitted a low, almost 
human growl and thrust his hind legs more closely against the girl's 
wildly trembling buttocks, and began a tensed jerking, skewering his 
bestially huge penis farther up her moistly clasping passage.

Vito bent down a few inches from the bed, a long stream of spittle 
running down his chin, his idiot-like face a grotesque mask of lewd 
twitchings and contortion. It was even better seeing the dog get the 
blonde girl than it had been watching the arrogant Sylvia being 
sodomized by the same animal last night. The memory of the orgasm he'd 
had only a moment before and the thought of his hot cum merging with 
the lewd animal sperm in the subjected young girl's belly sent a surge 
of salacious delight through his groin. He began to groan in rhythmic 
response to the scene in front of him, grasping his long hard cock and 
pulling at it in response to the lewd animal fucking. Sylvia bent down 
her own voluptuously ripe body and thrusting up between her legs to 
play with the tiny hardening pleasure bud of her clitoris. She moved 
closer to Vito, their dual masturbation of their lust-incited genitals 
setting up a weird responsive slapping sound that fused and smacked in 
time to the buffeting coming from the bed.

Ellen's large taut breasts danced beneath her writhing torso, moving in 
time to the glistening scarlet cock of the dog as it slid into her from 
behind, a relentless hot poker of animal flesh burying itself deep 
within her human belly. Gone from her now was all awareness of who she 
was or how she had come to be subjugated as she was. She lay groaning 
in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly 
clenched teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive 
inching its way up a steep incline. Her mood seemed to slowly transform 
itself, and she was surprised when she found herself giving more to the 
animal than she had ever dreamed. There was only one way to please the 
rapaciously grinning criminals crouched lewdly in front of her on the 
floor; she had to appear to enjoy the animal fucking in order to escape 
what Sylvia obviously had in store for her after the animal had spent 
itself. Yes, she wanted to enjoy it, and strangely the tiny bit of 
masochism in every woman suddenly broke forth into a surge of nerve-
jangling excitement. There was still the pain but it had become 
strangely pleasurable, and she found herself wantonly thrusting and 
squirming back to meet the obscene impalement each time the German 
Shepherd jerked forward into her.

"Ooooooh, oooooh," the kneeling young blonde groaned from beneath the 
panting Rex. The dog was lapping his tongue at Ellen's neck and 
wrenching his paws, yet strangely withholding his long canine claws 
from painful contact with her skin. His long dripping penis was buried 
to the hilt up her hotly clasping vaginal passage, and the earlier 
feeling of pain had gradually given way to electric shocks of salacious 
delight. Her eyes shot down to her shadow on the floor for a moment and 
the obscene shadowy movements of the dog fucking into her from behind 
presented a strange picture, as though out of a pornographic movie; and 
the pagan sight only increased her uncontrollable lust.

"Oh, yes, fuck it like that," she crooned through sensually clenched 
lips as the beast humped up heavily between her widespread buttock 
cheeks and rotated the giant blood-filled penis deep around up inside 
the hotly sucking tunnel of her hungry young pussy.

She had not submitted like this even to Vito, but had held off hoping 
that his violation would be the last. But now, with all resistance 
gone, she was mouthing obscenities back at an uncomprehending animal to 
do things to her with words like "cunt", "fuck", and "shit". The narrow 
dividing line between rightness and wrongness had now been crossed, and 
it was obvious that she was enjoying this perverted animal fucking as 
much, if not more, than with a human. She swept her long blonde hair 
from side to side, her lust-blinded eyes not even seeing the wantonly 
writhing figures of Sylvia finger-fucking herself or the evil little 
Vito maniacally stroking his blood-inflated cock.

The panting Rex burrowed and growled over the whimpering girl who 
muttered incoherent noises into the mattress. His long scarlet penis 
swelled and lurched up a final fraction of an inch, pressing its tip at 
the opening of her already sperm-filled womb. He yelped once and thrust 
his fur-covered abdomen more tightly against Ellen's wildly squirming 
buttocks.

Ellen cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad 
pummeling of the wild animal heaving on top of her, feeling his cock 
swell as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the 
full awesome length where the moist rubbery walls of her vagina held it 
vise-like and hot.

"Oh no, God, God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as 
she felt his penis begin to jerk inside her and realized to her horror 
that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and 
fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene hot cum; there 
was nothing in the world she could do about it but continue kneeling 
slavishly in front of him like another animal. And through it all, she 
knew that she had only hate for the dog ... because he had come too 
soon. She had been so close!

There was a stronger yelp from in back of her and she felt his great 
throbbing cock burst wide open, beginning to boil his hot animal cum 
into her. Then, with the unexpectedness of a bolt of lightning, her own 
orgasm struck her and Ellen screamed in animal rapture and rammed back 
against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began 
spitting its sperm in hot spurts deep in her clasping vagina.

Sylvia and Vito on the floor were both approaching orgasm now 
themselves as they rubbed and jerked at their own genitals; their 
excitement increased tenfold as they saw the thick white liquid ooze 
from Ellen's tight little cunt which was violently milking the penis of 
the dog; his trails of the sticky white liquid ran down the firm ivory 
columns of her thighs as the kneeling young girl continued to shriek 
out her orgasm. Then, her backside glistening with cum, Ellen pitched 
forward on her face, almost unconscious, the rapidly deflating cock of 
the dog slipping from her sperm-flooded vaginal passage with a lewd, 
wet sucking noise that echoed obscenely through the silence of the 
room.

The exhaustedly trembling young captive lay on her belly panting for 
breath as the dog heaved off the mattress and sprawled out his weary 
form next to the bed. Ellen's whole body ached in the aftermath of the 
painful attack, and she dared not move for fear that even greater pain 
would assault her. She waited, knowing that the final moment had not 
yet come, that Vito and Sylvia who had both reached writhing climax a 
few moments before would be on her again in a matter of moments.

The moment came only a second later.

"Now how about that," the voice of the gang girl hissed viciously from 
the side of the bed. Ellen looked up and saw Sylvia standing beside 
her, the huge blade of Vito's knife that he had used to cut her bonds 
in her hand.

Ellen raised her head in weak protest, but she knew that it was 
useless. The gang girl brandished the knife over her, slicing it 
through the air in a kind of hypnotic gesture that caught the gaze of 
the reclining Vito.

"What ya gonna do to her?" the criminal's startled voice rang out. "I 
thought we were gonna throw her over the railing and break her neck!"

"Whaddya think I'm gonna do with this here knife?" the gang girl spat 
at him. "I'm gonna start slicing tit by tit, just like I said I would," 
she spat down at him.

Vito looked up for an interminable moment, his dazed eyes clearing 
somewhat and then began rising off the floor. "Ya put that knife away, 
ya got no reason to use it," he shouted, raising a fist at Sylvia who 
was still grimacing down at him. "Billy'll kill us if he thinks we 
touched her."

"Fuck Billy!" Sylvia turned away from the badly frightened little 
convict, ignoring his shouts and continued swishing the blade through 
mid-air, moving it closer and closer to the screaming, cowering Ellen 
who pathetically cringed against the wall, looking like a bird at the 
approach of a cat.

Behind the woman Ellen could see Vito approach closer, his hands 
opening and closing in nervous protesting gesticulations. His hands 
clenched into tight fists and the muscles of his forearms stood out 
demonstrating a strength Ellen had not thought the thin man capable of. 
At least, she had someone on her side, even if he did want to kill her-
-just as Sylvia - but wanted to make her death look like an accident.

Suddenly there was a wild movement of flailing limbs in front of her as 
Vito had leapt up behind Sylvia, grappling with her arms, but the lithe 
gang girl spun around and made a vicious slash against the criminal's 
chest. In the midst of the scuffle the German Shepherd rose and sank 
his teeth into Sylvia's ankle, instinctively attacking the suddenly 
insane gang girl. The pain of the dog's bite only drove her to further 
madness and she thrust the long switchblade knife in an upward curve 
from her hips. The blade made a loud "thunk" as it sank into Vito's 
chest.

Sylvia smiled again across the width of the bed.

"Ya thought ya almost had it made, didn't ya?" she snarled. "But now 
you're gonna get it, and I'm gonna be slow and easy about cuttin' ya 
up. I'll make it hurt ... I promise ya ..."

The German Shepherd cowered away from the standing woman, his tail 
curled between his legs. He knew who was master now, the long bloody 
knife glinting in his master's former girlfriend's hand clearly 
demonstrated this.

Ellen felt her last hope dwindle away when she saw that the animal who 
had been her lover only moments before was incapable of acting as her 
protector. Now it was only a matter of waiting, since she would be 
unable to avoid the pendulum swing of the razor-like blade. She closed 
her eyes, trying to blot out the vision of the glistening blade of 
steel now running with blood, held in the hand of the stealthily 
approaching gang girl. "Let it be fast and not hurt too much," she 
prayed silently. "Please let it be fast." She had no hope of living.

"Now let me get that tit in my hand," Ellen heard through her fogged 
mind. "Just poke it out so I can start cutting."

Sylvia reached down toward Ellen's breast, and the terror-paralyzed 
young girl was incapable of movement. The tall brunette's hand darted 
out and clenched one nipple tight, squeezing the roseate tipped breast 
in a scissor-like grip that sent a shriek of excruciating agony 
screaming up from the depths of Ellen's being. The knife flashed in the 
air and made a downward movement ...

Suddenly the entire world seemed to blow up in an ear-splitting 
explosion - one second the hand was there and then it wasn't.

Ellen watched the crazed sadistic look on Sylvia's face change to one 
of frozen horror, shock, then agony. The gang girl fell away from the 
bed, and Ellen saw the form of Billy standing at the door, a pistol 
smoking in his hand. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellen saw the dog 
cringe away from the scene, disappearing down the stairway away from 
his master. Ellen wobbled to her feet, then stood up in front of him.

"Well, well, look at what's been goin' on in here," he said with a 
strange sense of ease in his voice. "The killing's off." He grinned, 
shaking his head in disbelief. "Would you believe ... would you believe 
...." he began laughing so hard that he was forced to sit on the bed and 
tears streamed down his darkly handsome face, "would you believe ... 
the Senator's plane was hijacked ... to Cuba!"

Ellen turned her face away from the two outstretched bodies on the 
floor. She had been through too much in the past few days to be able to 
regain her thoughts; the room was swirling around and around. All she 
wanted now was to go home and sleep and sleep until the pain of the 
experience softened to the point where she could begin living her life 
again.

Cash appeared from behind Billy and shook his head on witnessing the 
bloody scene in front of him. "Jesus! What we gonna do about this, 
Billy?" Cash asked quietly, obviously concerned.

The gang leader took out his gun and dropped it on the floor beside 
Vito. "They killed each other," he said quietly. "Both of them were 
psychos - only a matter of time, anyway." He paused, "We'll torch the 
building."

"And the girl?" Cash jerked his head toward Ellen who stared unseeing 
at a blank wall.

"What do you think we should do to her?" Billy asked quietly, and Pop 
who had just entered the room was included in the question.

"She can pin this on you," the old man said thoughtfully. He glanced 
down at Vito lying lifelessly in a puddle of blood and over to Sylvia, 
still brandishing her knife in death. "It's up to you, Billy," he said, 
"It's up to you ..."
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Chapter 7

Ellen sat in front of the television set on the sun porch of her 
mother's home a few miles outside the city. She relaxed with a glass of 
lemonade in her hand, letting her thoughts go back for the first time 
to the violent experiences that had transpired only a few days before. 
She recalled with a strange sense of gratefulness how Billy, Cash and 
Pop had driven her to the outskirts of the suburban village where she 
lived and remembered the last look of almost gentle affection Billy had 
given her before the truck had disappeared forever - traveling the 
entire length of the Florida Peninsula before inevitably approaching 
their capture that she had read about briefly in the newspaper that 
morning.

She heard her older sister's voice coming from the living room behind 
her, and smiled as Jennifer entered the sun porch and embraced her 
warmly. Ellen had made up a few excuses to her family about staying 
with a friend in Tampa for a few days and that had satisfied her mother 
somewhat; and now the young girl felt she could continue her life 
without having to bare the sordid details of her kidnapping to anyone. 
It just wouldn't help things, she thought, and she felt she could be 
closer to her sister by not mentioning the lewd spectacle of Jennifer 
fucking two men at the same time that had sent her off onto the lonely 
road that night and resulted in her kidnap-rape.

"Well," Jennifer said, smiling and sitting down on the divan in front 
of Ellen. "Don't we look rested now?"

Ellen shrugged and sat down next to her sister, offering her a sip of 
lemonade. "I really feel fine. You know, a little vacation really does 
a person a world of good."

"I've got a date with Phil tonight," Jennifer said. "What do you think 
I should wear?"

Ellen smiled to herself, knowing that her sister had no idea what she 
had seen from the sand dune a few days before. She thought for a moment 
and then said, "Something light and comfortable. It's warm out and 
maybe a mini would be nice."

Jennifer nodded and trotted off the porch, leaving Ellen alone with her 
thoughts again. The young girl leaned forward and turned on the color 
television once more. The news was on and she watched film clips of an 
earthquake disaster flash onto the screen.

A moment later the picture of three handcuffed men being led up a 
stairway to a courthouse appeared before her, and Ellen felt an 
electric shock run down the length of her spine when she recognized the 
figures of Billy, Cash and Pop, although all three of them tried to 
cover their heads.

For a brief instant Billy turned his face toward the camera, and Ellen 
thought she could make out a searching look in his eyes that reminded 
her of the last tender glance he had given her before the pickup truck 
had dissolved into the semi-tropical darkness of the Florida night.

And suddenly she was weeping again - crying for him and what he might 
have been ... and what he would mean to her through the long sunny days 
ahead.


The End

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