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LLP0569 The Cruelest Captors By Jason Swinkle


CHAPTER ONE

The wind howled wildly around the cabin. There would be a storm for sure, but there was no telling just when it would begin. Swirls of snow were being whipped into a vicious dance outside, as Laurie Hollis stared out into the endless bleak whiteness.

"You'd better get to town, Laurie, and pick up our supplies before the storm starts," Bill said.

And Crystal Black added, "Yes, it is your turn, you know."

Laurie Hollis didn't dare dispute it. It was true they had all agreed to share equally in the work, and although the storm appeared imminent, she had grown fearful of her brother Bill's temper and dared not cross him now. Just a week pent up together, the three of them, in this backwoods cabin in the wilds of the Canadian Northwest, was making them all a bit like caged animals.

At first it had been wonderfully exciting in its way, learning to live in the bush, rising with the sun, feeling cleansed and purified from the evils of the city, learning to chip wood for the voracious stove that manage to keep their little cabin warm considering the sub-zero temperatures. It was all quite a change for a girl from the streets of New York... restful--at first. But now her nerves were frayed almost to the breaking point. She was hanging by a thread, she felt, both of them--her and Bill, only for the first time in her life, she had grown to fear her brother as others always had.

Bill Hollis, darkly, almost broodingly handsome, had always been a little too eager to use his fists when crossed. As a kid, they had taken him into the Golden Gloves, hoping to channel his powerful aggressions and groom him into a professional fighter, but he couldn't confine his battles to the ring, and they had tossed him out. Then, as always, it had been Laurie who had comforted him. Always, his sister Laurie had been the only one allowed to glimpse the vulnerable side of his nature. She was younger than him by two years, but when they were orphaned by a car crash, Laurie had been fourteen and Bill sixteen, but she had taken care of him, was like a mother to him--and more. Laurie Hollis had loved her brother as a woman loves a man... they were lovers for many years, but for much of that time they had been separated.

When Bill was seventeen, a young punk had cheated him out of a hundred dollars on a drug deal involving marijuana, and he had stalked the boy, then beaten him to a pulp, beaten him until he was dead. They sent him to the reformatory in upstate New York, and by the time he had finished his apprenticeship there, he was a professional--in crime. It was there he had first met Sammy Archer. God, how Laurie detested the fat weasel.

Sammy Archer had the brains that were a perfect complement to her brother's brawn. In the years since she had known him, Sammy had risen in the world from a numbers runner to a kingpin in the corrupt world of the New York rackets. At the reformatory Bill and Sammy had made a powerful team, and the association had continued when they returned to the streets.

Laurie detested the life that Bill had carved for himself, and she was very vocal in her disapproval. And not without results. The time came when Bill decided he wanted out, wanted to straighten up before it was too late. He had seen friends killed in revenge shootings, or sent up for life, or burned out on heroin. He decided to join the army, learn a trade, get out of New York and off the streets for a few years. It might have worked, but Bill lost his temper and became a fugitive again.

His sergeant in Viet Nam had perfected the technique of eroding the egos of his men by tearing away, constantly, at their defenses. He would poke and test until he found a live nerve. It didn't take him long to see that Bill was sensitive on the subject of his sister. One day he made a remark about shoving his prick up Bill's sister's cunt--and Bill had battered the man with his powerful fists until the last breath expired from his body. The sergeant was a dead man, and Bill had fled--straight into the arms of Sammy Archer, who, at the time, was in need of a partner.

Sammy was willing to help get Bill across the border to Canada--and it wouldn't even cost him... In fact, he'd give Bill a share, invest in his belief in him. In other words, Bill would take the chances and do the heavy dangerous work...

He had manipulated Bill so easily. Laurie knew she had to come along and keep an eye on things. And here she was in this damned rustic cabin, while back in New York City, Sammy Archer was trickling them money from his posh suite at the St. Regis for their use during the "venture," as he called it.

Sammy had run into Crystal Black, a dancer in a cheap bar near Times Square. She had a story about some maps to a gold mine in Northern British Columbia. Sammy Archer was no fool--and he believed her story. When Bill showed up, Sammy had the way to explore the possibilities, without a huge investment. Bill would do the dirty work.

Sammy had convinced Bill that they could be tapping millions.

And Laurie Hollis didn't trust Sammy Archer any further than she could throw him, and with Sammy's massively fleshy body, that wasn't any too far.

Bill was as tough as they come... the sort of man the Sammy Archer's of this world always find and use. A man as fearless as Bill is rare, and Sammy would always have a need--a use--for Bill. And that was maybe as much of a future as a deserter--a murderer-could look forward to.

Laurie wanted more for her brother than a future as a fugitive and small time racketeer, and if this mine did exist and they found it, Bill could buy himself a passport to freedom... a new name, a new identity, set up for life somewhere you could buy the law--South America or one of the corrupt Asian countries.

Laurie knew that if Sammy was sinking even a penny into this business, there was something here. But how much of it Bill would get, of that she wasn't sure. Sammy could hire a cheap gun to get rid of John if his greed got the best of him. But Laurie knew he needed her brother, and trusted him-and trust was rarer than gold in the world Sammy Archer inhabited. But their association had spanned so many years, she wasn't too worried about Sammy Archer. What did worry her was how he would do when he came up against Crystal Black.

Crystal Black, I can see right through you, Laurie thought. But could Bill? Crystal was pure sensuality. And pure bitch! A wanton slut. Any woman would know it instantly just by looking at her.

And Laurie was stuck with Crystal Black, back here in a little cabin in the middle of nowhere, with only the pines and the howling wolves for company.

At their first meeting, Laurie had wanted to take an axe and drive it right through the woman's heart, which she was as sure was as dark as her name. It was a meeting of two jungle cats.

With sure feminine instinct, Laurie had tagged Crystal as trouble in any situation, and particularly this, with just the three of them holed up in the small, isolated cabin. How Sammy expected three people, two of them female, to find a lost gold mine in this huge, snow covered wilderness, Laurie didn't know. Sammy had promised a couple of more hands, and he had his connections down in Vancouver getting together men they knew and could trust. It took time to do these things over long distance, it might take another two or three weeks.

Laurie wished they would arrive quickly. She wanted some males around to keep Crystal away from Bill.

For despite the special nature of the incestuous relationship between Bill and Laurie, Laurie was as jealous as any woman would be about the man she loved. And Crystal Black was just too much of a woman... at least too much for Laurie to compete with at this stage. It was understood that Crystal was Sammy Archer's property--by everyone but Crystal herself, who apparently considered herself nobody's property. She exuded sensuality, with her taut compact figure that bloomed into rich swells of thigh and buttocks and hips. A face that was innocent little girl--until you saw the laughing evil hidden in her crystal clear blue eyes, the feral amoral nature of her. Her lushly ripened breasts were high and wide-set, with pert nipples which seemed to become elongated and hardened automatically every time she felt a man's eyes on her. Her legs were long in proportion to her body, her thighs sleek and beautifully tapered, without a gram of excess weight, and  her calves beautifully shaped. And with her long pale blonde hair and sweet cream complexion, the effect was devastating. It was too much having Crystal with them. And there was little doubt in Laurie's mind that Crystal knew about the sex between the brother and sister. The walls in that cabin were so damn thin! God, it made her uncomfortable.

"You'd better get going, Laurie," Bill repeated, a slight touch of anger in his voice.

But Laurie didn't want to go anywhere, except upstairs with Bill. She looked at his handsome body, casually stretched out on the sofa, and her wetly throbbing cunt seemed to take fire. She didn't want to go out alone in the cold, she wanted to be with Bill, wanted him to fuck her cunt with his long thick penis. She breathed deeply, feeling the nipples of her high, wide-set breasts, brush enticingly against the soft red wool of her sweater.

God! She loved her brother with a passion she knew she would never feel for any other man. She had sacrificed a normal life for this illicit relationship--but God, it was worth it! No man could ever take the place of Bill.

She knew that he had fucked other girls... lots of girls... but Bill was a big boy now, and Laurie had never before felt threatened by any other woman. But Crystal Black was something else!

"All right, I'll leave now," she answered, putting on a heavy sheepskin jacket, woolen mittens and a knitted toque, and a furry pair of mukluks.

The wind seemed to be abating somewhat. She peered out the window and glanced out across the open field and through the trees to where there was another cabin, a deserted hunter's cabin, Crystal had said. Only now there was a light on in it!

She blinked her eyes to make sure they weren't deceiving her. But she saw it as clear as day and a pang of fear shot through her belly. It wasn't paranoia, she thought, to wonder who, in the middle of February, would be taking up residence in a deserted cabin. And they were out looking for gold. She pointed the light out to Crystal and Bill, and was upset when they showed little concern.

"Nothing to worry about," said Bill casually.

"Not even if they are here to see what we're up to.

A lot of old miners still live around here-and their offspring. And they all have gold fever. Some of them might get a little desperate, figure no outsider  deserves to find what they spent their lives looking for. They figure they got a right to jump your claim. But they're losers, sis, losers... we just gotta let them come out here and get all boozed up. That'll make 'em harmless enough. Then, we can really start looking for this mine...

"I wish I could be sure," Laurie answered him. Then she glared at Crystal. The girl had grown up around here. She had probably tried to peddle her map to a lot of other guys before Sammy Archer.

"Honey, why don't you just leave me and Bill to keep the home fires burning, and get going," Crystal said.

"Why you little bitch!" Suddenly Laurie exploded.

"Don't talk to me like that," said Crystal venomously. "I got a lot more claim to be here than you do, baby sister. My daddy put his life's blood into the mine those maps will lead us to--and don't think for a minute I ain't staking everything on finding this gold and coming up a winner. A big winner! And I ain't letting no one try to scare me away."

Laurie was speechless. She had no defense against the sultry blonde. "If you don't keep in line, sweet sister," Crystal told her spitefully, "we'll just toss you to the wolves."

"All right, cut the shit!" Laurie felt her brother's hard hand gripping her shoulder, spinning her around so she looked up in pain into his piercing eyes. "You get one thing in your pretty head--until the rest of our search party gets here, you are going to bust ass to get on with Crystal. I'm damn well not going to let anyone--not even you--fuck up this trip. The same goes for you Crystal!" He ran long, strong fingers through his mop of dark wavy hair and looked hard at both women. "You both keep your pretty heads. Now get going, Laurie!"

"Alright, alright big shot!" Laurie shot back, wrenching away from him, almost in tears from the pain of his fingers on her tender flesh, and from his cruel words, words colder and crueler than any he had ever spoken to her before. She glared at him, her temper rising, overcoming her fear of his physical strength and his short temper. "Well don't come crying to me when you get hurt this time, baby brother!"

For a moment she thought that he would hit her. She saw his hard-planed face flush in anger, his neck muscles cording, and she wondered how the brother she loved so could be so cold and cruel. She had never seen him like this with her, and she realized that the pressure of being a fugitive, and of being holed up here in the middle of nowhere, was getting to him. The fact that she was his sister and Crystal a common slut, just didn't seem to matter to him out here.

Well, when they made their fortunes and started a new life, things would be different. They could set up house as man and wife where no one knew who they were. For now, she'd submit to his will. She would not think of him as her brother and lover. He was right. They all had too much at stake here to blow it with a cat fight. But she was concerned about that light.

Controlling her rage, Laurie said, "Okay, what about the light in that cabin. It's making me nervous."

Bill glanced casually out the window. He had been well aware of their neighbors long before Laurie had noticed it. In fact, he had anticipated it. With a wry grin he continued to glance out the windows. He wondered if by some strange chance Sammy Archer had something to do with the occupants of that cabin.

Despite what Laurie thought, Bill had no illusions about Sammy Archer. He wouldn't put it past Sammy to hire some guys to rip him off for his share. To Sammy he was just a body, but he got paid well, and he knew Sammy placed a special value on him because he trusted him. And, too, Sammy was just itching to go legit--and a fortune in gold would be a sure fire way to do it.

Sammy maintained his power by keeping everyone just a little bit off balance. Sammy had flown to Vancouver and there was a brief meeting with him and Crystal before they set off for the wilderness.

"Take your time," Sammy had said. "You got to get to know the lay of the land, get used to living in those crazy mountains. Times Square it ain't. It's the boonies, all right... Now you can't advertise you're looking for gold, 'cause your life wouldn't be worth a Canadian penny. Make like you're a trapper, you know. Crystal here grew up in the fucking wilds. She can show you how to build a trap and set 'em. Ain't that true Crystal, ain't you a fine huntress."

Crystal just looked at him with a cynical grin on her sensual face. "Sure tiger," she said.

"And if anyone does catch on?" Bill Hollis had asked.

"Hunt 'em down and off 'em... It'll serve as a warning to anyone else who may get the same idea."

Then Bill had looked straight at that hot little blonde and smelled trouble. It was bad enough his sister had shown up, but two broads would be real trouble.

There had been a time when Laurie had been everything to him, when the passion between them was like white lightning. But now things were different. He wanted Laurie out of the way, but he didn't know quite how to do it. He didn't really want to hurt her. But she felt like she owned him, and as cunt she was really below par. His sister was getting to be a real drag.

CHAPTER TWO

Bill hadn't even known, until the first night he'd spent with Crystal Black, that there were women who knew how to get to a man like that. It had been after the meeting with Sammy Archer. After Sammy had caught his plane, Crystal just turned to him, looking him straight in the eye, and said: "Let's go to my place, lover." The look in her eyes promised to have him screaming with passion and lust even before he would be able to get the blood-filled length of his long rigid cock up between her slender, beautifully tapered legs, ramming it in and out of her smooth young belly.

They had taken a cab straight to her apartment, and no sooner had they closed the door behind them, than she threw off her coat and walked over to him, turning her back.

"Unzip me, lover," she had said.

He drew down the zipper and she stepped out of her dress; Crystal had worn no brassiere or panties at all, and she turned to him now, stark naked!

"Let's get it on," she had said with a smile, as she began to open the buttons of his shirt. He stood, unable to move, as her delicate hands moved down over his muscular torso and her deft fingers opened his belt and then, with amazing assurance, zipped his fly open. He had gazed in awe into her sensual face and realized that she knew more than anyone he had ever met about the art of fucking.

She was one of those broods who knew, as if by witchcraft, exactly how to please a man. Shit! It was fucking unbelievable!

Spellbound by the lust that encircled them both, he watched the beautiful blonde slowly kneel as she opened his pants and pushed them down his muscular legs. Then her long fingers were easing the elastic band of his shorts open, and his rigidly throbbing cock was exposed to her worshipping gaze. The tips of her fingers touched it gently, as if in worship of its massiveness. He had never seen a chick dig cock so much!

He knew that she wanted it--wanted its massive length and girth. She fingered it with amazing expertise, exploring the blood-filled ridges on the underside, looking at it with pure longing in her eyes. He stepped out of his slacks and his big hands tangled in her blonde mane, drawing her beautifully ovalled face close to his loins. She looked up at him with a knowledge as old as womankind, as her fingers played on him, trailing down to the heavy, sperm-laden sac that enclosed his throbbing testicles. The sight of her kneeling so subserviently before him was enough to almost blow his mind.

"You're so-so big!" she whispered huskily.

"It's all yours, baby."

She laughed softly. "Let me teach that old dog some new tricks." She squeezed his hardness and pumped it slowly, her breath flowing hotly over the bursting, mushroom shaped tip as he trembled above her and tried to shove it between her wetly parted lips. But she drew back and let it slide slowly over the satin-smooth flesh of her cheeks, with only the tip of her flickering tongue touching him, exciting him as he had never been aroused before. She bent lower and laved him with the flat of her tongue, licking up the underside of his impatiently pulsating cock, wetting him, making his male flesh glisten with her saliva, as her delicate finger tips teased his cum-filled balls.

From time to time she swiftly raised her passion-soft face and brushed the throbbing, massive glans lightly with her wet lips, the spear of her tongue teasing the slit of its head, only to drop her head lower and suck one of his balls into her warm, wet mouth and play with it with teeth and tongue until he felt he was going to scream. Her long, blonde hair cascaded over the ivory flesh of her shapely shoulders and he could feel the rigid, elongated nipples of her firm young breasts brushing against the thick, curling hair which covered his heavy thighs as her beautiful face burrowed and sought the musky male scent from his throbbing loins. From the head of his almost-bursting cock came drops of pale pre-seminal fluid that smeared and glistened on her cheeks as Crystal sighed and whimpered in pleasure at having so much of a man to make love to. Her soft, wet lips slid up the length of his bursting rod of flesh and began to kiss the lust-swollen cock-head, and she whispered softly as she caressed him orally.

Standing straddle-legged above her, it was all Bill Hollis could do to restrain himself from grabbing her gold-tressed head and jerking her face up and ramming his thick rampant cock so deep into her slender throat that she would choke on it as he pumped it into her lovely young face, fucking her mouth like a cunt and lewdly sent his hot churning sperm down over her tonsils and into her sleek young belly. But suddenly she was drawing back, still kneeling before him, still holding tightly to his pulsing spear of flesh that was now thoroughly wet and glistening with the fluids of her lips and tongue.

"Now I'm gonna really suck you," she said, her voice thick and hoarse.

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum in your mouth until you can't eat for a week!" he had exploded.

"I got some thing even better for you, baby," she said, "if you can stand it, if you're strong enough to hold yourself back from cumming." She smiled with a lewdness he had never seen on a woman's face. "I'd love to swallow your cum, but I think you'll like what I'm planning much more."

"I'm all yours," Bill grinned as she lingeringly began to kiss the head of his cock again, as if she couldn't get enough of it. "What do you want me to do."

"Lie on the bed, she instructed. "Be a statue. I'm gonna suck you for a long long time... like no woman ever sucked you. Don't move, no matter what. Just lie still and let me do it to you... until I tell you to move. How about it?"

"Getting into a mouth like yours, I'm not making any promises," he said. "But I'm game to try!"

Crystal laughed softly and pushed him back onto the low bed. In an instant, she was nakedly poised over his loins, her golden shining hair sweeping between his spread thighs, her full sensuous lips open wide as her tongue flicked down to lick the droplets of semen forming at the head of his eagerly throbbing cock. With unbelievable delicacy, she licked at it and then, her full reddened lips opening wide, she sucked his lust-swollen cock-head into the soft wet cavern of her mouth. Her lips closed tightly about it like an elastic band, and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. The tiny tip of her hot little tongue swirled wetly over the sensitive, satiny surface of the blood-engorged organ. Her soft eyes opened wide, as if she was surprised by the size of it, and looked unwavering up into his eager face.

Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to draw his thick pulsing hardness deeper and deeper into her straining face. He saw her cheeks draw in, felt her tongue swirling over the length of him, wetting him as she devoured his penis with agonizing slowness. He felt it moving along her gulping tongue, over the sharp ridges of her tiny white teeth.

He'd had more blow jobs than he could remember, but none like this. Most chicks, even his sister, had done nothing more than get the head inside reluctant lips and gulp at it. This beautiful creature wanted all of him, every inch, and she was in no hurry to make it end. He could hear her begin to moan softly as his long hard cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her seeking, warmly sucking mouth.

Lightly, her fingernails began to scrape over the trembling flesh of his hard-muscled belly and down to his thighs and back again. He remembered her admonition to remain still as a statue and let her do everything, and he sensed that if he violated her instructions, he would wind up with just another blow job--maybe the best he'd ever find, but not all she had in mind.

So he controlled himself and looked down in the dim light at her lovely blonde-framed face so lewdly contorted by the massive length and thickness of his penis as it sank deeper and deeper into her throat.

Crystal choked momentarily as the bulbous head pressed against her tonsils; She clutched him tightly and felt the hot, sperm-laden heaviness of his scrotum, and he could see her throat muscles straining. Suddenly, they relaxed and with an urgent plunging of her head she absorbed him past her tonsils, until the hard pulsing thickness of him was unbelievably filling her slender throat. Her oral passage was so filled with his rigidly throbbing flesh that she couldn't possibly breathe through her throat, and she saw her nostrils flaring as she sought for breath. Her delicate hands fluttered under his tight-clenched buttocks and drew his loins up even closer to her lust-contorted face as she moaned softly in deep lewd pleasure at having the entire massive length of him in her mouth. Rhythmically, her cheeks began to contract and expand as she sucked his penis, slowly, her tongue beginning to work around the length of his hardness again, her lips pulling on him so urgently they almost hurt, despite their softness.

"Goddamn!" Bill gasped. "Oh, Goddam!"

He wanted to reach down and grab her golden-tressed head and grind it into his seething genitals, but he restrained himself as her clear blue eyes found his. She seemed to be moaning something around the thick shaft of male flesh buried in her mouth, and he decided this was so good, he wasn't going to do anything that might interrupt it. So he did nothing except reach down to run his strong fingers through the silky gold of her long hair and admire the way it sprayed over the pale ivory flesh of her back as she kneeled eagerly and subserviently over him.

And suddenly he was glad that he had held back, because the beautiful blonde then did something he would not have thought humanly possible.

Somehow, she opened her straining lips even wider as her teasing fingertips slowly lifted his nearly exploding, cum-filled balls and rolled them playfully.

Gulping, she pushed first one, and then the other into the soft wet redness of her mouth. Her lips closed over them, and it seemed like she was attempting to swallow his genitals entirely.

Moaning in pleasure, she lay over his widespread loins, sucking steadily, breathing heavily through her flaring nostrils. With her sharp fingernails she lightly teased his perineum, the ultraerogenous bit of flesh between the base of his scrotum and his anus, until he was sure he was going to explode every drop of hot sperm in his cum-filled testicles into her eagerly sucking mouth right then!

Against his will, he began to writhe on the bed under her urgent oral caresses, his legs splaying wide.

Suddenly, he felt her hand moving between the spread cheeks of his ass, seeking the tight puckering ring of his anus. Her fingertip swirled and twirled and thrust upward into him, and her teeth teasingly bit into the thick base of his cock as she began to suck harder. He felt the soft palm of her hand against the sweating cheeks of his hard buttocks as her outstretched middle finger pushed deeper and deeper into his expanding back channel, making him want to cum and cum like he had never cum before, spill his white hot sperm deep into her greedily gulping throat fitted around his cock's length like a wet velvet glove.

Ten times he felt her finger fuck up into his rectum and heard the palm of her hand smack hard against his clenching ass cheeks before the girl was satisfied that she had brought him to the desired point of arousal. And then her finger moved so slowly he could hardly feel it. Bill could still not believe that she had been able to take all of his cock and balls into her mouth, but his eyes told him this was so. And she had a finger stuck deliciously deep in his rectum, while with her thumb she was tantalizing his perineum, the little muscle between asshole and balls. Her other hand was slowly gliding over the hard muscles of his chest and belly, her fingertips tangling in his body hair. He could hear soft moans of pleasure coming from her widely ovalled lips as she sucked and nibbled and twirled her hot little tongue around the entire length of his wildly pulsating cock and sucked on his lust-inflated balls. Bill opened his eyes for just a moment, and became aware that the room was darkening with a warm glow, as the sun disappeared to mark the opening of the night.

Crystal was sucking him in the most tantalizing way he could imagine. All he could feel was the soft, wet warmth of her lips, the tantalizing laving of her tongue along the length of his rampant hardness and over the burning mass of his balls. And the slender finger that played in the moistly flexing depths of his anal passage.

Groaning softly, he lay back and closed his eyes again and luxuriated in the sensations.

It was almost hypnotic. He seemed to drift forever under the beautiful blonde's languorous oral and anal lovemaking, until suddenly, he felt a sharp pain at the nipple of his left breast. Jerking partially upright, he saw she had it firmly grasped between her long, red fingernails. Her mouth was still full of his lust swollen cock.

He gazed out of the window to see that the moon was high in the sky. Jesus Christ! She must have been sucking him for a couple of hours--more!

With a sigh, she withdrew her outstretched finger from his tightly puckering anus with a soft sucking sound even as she released his balls from between her tender, love-swollen lips. Slowly, her ovalled mouth drew up the still-erect length of his cock covering the wet tip with little kisses and licks of her pointed, spearing tongue.

"How did you like that?" she asked.

"Oh, baby," was all he could say.

"Now it's my turn."

And that was all right with Bill. He moved to draw her up on the bed and slide his face down between her slender legs, positioning himself to spear his willing tongue into the soft, hair-fringed slit of her tight young pussy. Her oral ministrations to him had made her wet there. The soft pink layers of succulent flesh glistened with her body juices and were distended with the heated blood of her arousal. He inhaled the sweet female scent of her pussy and wanted to bury his face between her soft ivory thighs, thrust his hot hungry tongue wetly into the delicate lips of her flexing young cunt, making her squirm and squeal in multiple orgasms.

But Crystal spun away from him with the grace of a panther. She knelt on all fours in front of him, writhing and wriggling on wide apart knees, so the expanding and contracting lips of her hair-fringed pussy were before his eyes, and just above them... the puckered rose of her tight little anus. She lowered her torso until her firm young breasts were squashed flat on the mattress and her delicate hands were pressed to either side of her face.

The ivory-hued moons of her smoothly rounded buttocks swayed enticingly before Bill's face and he grasped the soft flesh with both of his big, hard hands, spreading her genitals wide to his lewdly-staring eyes. He could see the pink pulsing passage of her vagina nestled between her flexing cunt lips and at the apex, the dewy bud of her already hardened clitoris. It seemed to be begging for attention. She writhed and moaned in wanton invitation as his powerful fingers kneaded her ass-cheeks, and she began to rock back toward him on her knees, opening herself ever wider to his carnal explorations. His tongue burrowed like a snake along the delicate folds of her warmly perfumed pussy, savoring the sweet, heady taste of her cuntal juices. He felt her jerk back in a spasm against his oral caress, and he roughly spread her ass-cheeks and thighs even wider in order to gain greater access and the naked girl writhed and moaned in anticipation of what was to come. His hot tongue-tip located her closely-guarded clitoris and teased it to burning hardness, and then he drew the little column of ultra-sensitive flesh in between his lips, sucking and nibbling it even as he licked, feeling her voluptuously kneeling body tremble and jerk uncontrollably as she bucked back to his lewdly gulping mouth.

"Aaaaaauuuughhhhhhhh!" she cried out so loudly, he thought someone might call the cops. "Ooooooo...!"

She twisted and bounced on the bed, tossing her head, making her hair spray like glistening gold down over the ivory column of her back, her smooth naked buttocks jerking wildly against his face. He grabbed her sensually flaring hips and tried to hold her still so he could spear his eager tongue deep up into her dripping cuntal opening, but it was like trying to hold a snake. She humped and ground against him with more fury than he imagined was possible, gasping and crying, arching her back, twisting her head far around to look at his burrowing face.

Deep inside her, the volcano of her loins began to erupt in a way she had never dreamed possible. The intensity of it racked every muscle and nerve in her nakedly straining body. It seemed like molten lava was exploding from her womb and gushing down out her cunt-hole, so hot it would forever sear the face of the handsome fugitive who was licking her to this wildly growing ecstasy.

Crystal was kneeling, her tight little cunt and anus lewdly open to the searching, delving fingers and tongue of Bill Hollis, and she could not repress her own moans of delight as she felt the wet velvet lash of his tongue sliding along the tight, hair-covered furrow of her wetly rejoicing cunt. Suddenly, he was drawing back, and she felt his powerful thighs moving between hers, forcing them wider apart.

And the rubbery, bulbous head of his cock was probing where his tongue had just been, probing her cunt sheath and then her tight little asshole, searching for entry. Wildly, she squirmed against him, gasping and panting, her mouth still rich with the taste of his cock, wanting nothing but that hot pulsating prick in her yearning cunt.

But she could feel him probing her asshole now, apparently having something else in mind.

"Not there," she whispered hoarsely.

"No!" Crystal repeated, adamantly.

And then, with feline agility, she was out of his clutches, spinning around on the bed, her hand deliberately smacking hard against his lust-engorged penis, her eyes flashing fire. She rose on her knees, her fingers fo
"Wh-what?"

What the hell was she pulling, the little cunt. The tight little ring of her anus was teasing the head of his cock like she was wild for it. And he knew by the way she was squirming and moaning when his hands stroked the velvet-soft flesh of her ass-cheeks that she was dying to have him bury his long hard cock in one driving lunge up whatever orifice he chose. And he wanted her ass, her tight, little ass hole.
rming claws that were aimed at his startled face.

He was about to grab her wrist and get rough, when she dove at him, her hands reaching to encompass the softening length of his cock that she had slapped so expertly to deflate an instant before. Her blonde hair sprayed over his loins as she pushed him back onto the mattress and hungrily swallowed the entire length of his penis, gulping it into her hot, avid, mouth without any teasing or foreplay. She sucked furiously, milking the thick base of his staff and his balls until suddenly he was rock-hard again, and pumping himself maniacally into her devouring mouth as the sounds of her urgent sucking filled the room.

Again she sprang from him, then lay on her back before him, her thighs open wide in invitation.

Shit! If she really wanted him to fuck her cunt, he would, Bill thought as Crystal reached out and grabbed his pulsating hardness, guiding the saliva-coated tip to her hungrily waiting vagina and held it there in a grip that was powerful. She ground her buttocks wildly, twisting her head from side to side, and cried: "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"

Every muscle in the beautiful blonde's body was begging for it, straining toward him with all the strength she possessed as her fingers held the throbbing tip of his penis against the hotly moist opening of her tight little cunt. She panted eagerly. He had been crazy to ass fuck this wild broad, but what the hell. He'd give it to her where she wanted it.

The entire length of his lust-hardened rod of flesh was slick and glistening with her saliva. Beneath him, her hips were undulating wildly and she was holding the hard masculine spike of flesh to herself, to make his entry easier.

He thrust forward and down, heard her grunt as the huge mushroom-shaped head of his massive instrument pressed hard against her waiting pussy as it burrowed into her tender flesh. She was hot and moist and unbelievably tight. He looked over the swelling mounds of her breasts to her face and saw her smile crazily as her cunt accepted more and more of his long thick penis. She writhed rhythmically, parting her thighs even wider and thrust up to him, as he inched up further and further into her cuntal passage. He flexed his cock, and then, unable to control himself any longer--jerked forward again.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh... AAAAAAAAUuuuuuggggghhhhhh!!!" Crystal gasped.

She trembled as she felt the hugeness of his heavily pulsing cock drilling into her widely stretched pussy, and began to undulate her hips like a serpent, drawing his long thick hardness deeper and deeper up into her belly. Like a starving mouth, her cunt sucked him deep inside her straining young body as her hips churned wildly and the warm buttery flesh surrounded his cock like a tight hot glove. His heavy, sperm laden balls smacked against her tiny anal opening.

"Jesus! You're a tight little cunt!" Bill gasped.

"Fuck!" Crystal had gasped. "Fuck hard... way up my cunt! MAKE ME FEEL YOU FUCKING ME!!!!"

Savagely, he ground into her hotly clasping cunt, his strong fingers kneading the pliant flesh of her buttocks. She was screaming in ecstasy, humping back at him like a mad woman, her pussy devouring him.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!" Crystal gasped, then her voice rose like a cry of a jungle cat.

"Ooooooohhhhh, I'm cummminggg!"

Bill's deep-throated cry of pleasure vibrated through the night with hers as his sperm cascaded far up into Crystal's crazily spasming cunt until he felt like he had shot his brains out right through the tip of his cock!

CHAPTER THREE

But Crystal Black, for all her witch-like knowledge of how to get to a man, was a bitch, a wild and willful bitch, and Bill had to keep her in line. Gold was more valuable to him than even the most incredible piece of ass on God's earth.

But showing her who's boss could be a pleasure, Bill thought. Just belt her around a little to keep her in line--and she'd love it. He didn't want to hurt her any more than was necessary. He just wanted to make sure she knew who was in charge. And with Laurie gone for a while, it would be as good a time as any.

The bitch had gone into the kitchen, and was sitting lazily at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.

Her blonde hair tumbled down over her sweater encased breasts, full and round and firm-fleshed, as though begging to be touched. Her full, promising lips were wet and the tip of her tongue flicked over them teasingly. "Just you and me alone now, lover boy," she said.

"Take off your clothes cunt," Bill said sharply, staring hard at her. "Just get those clothes off."

She looked at him just a little fearfully, something in his tone warning her to be careful.

"Sure, lover, whatever you want. Just let me finish my coffee, okay?"

Without any apparent effort, he reached out and picked her up by her long blonde hair and swung her around. He shook her like a dog killing a cat and slapped her across the face, hard enough to bring the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and then he threw her back down on the chair. He waited for her to wipe the blood from her lips, then whispered merely: "Now!"

"You motherfucker!" she spat at him.

"Don't push your luck too far, Crystal," he said. You'd better knock off the shit with Laurie, or I'll break that sweet little ass of yours till nobody would ever want to touch it again."

"Sammy would kill you for touching me if I told him!" she said venomously, as she tried to stand up and get away. "You're just a fucking muscle-man... brawn and no brain, and you're involved in a crazy sick trip with your own sister... "

Coolly, Bill Hollis hit her again, knocking her right off the chair, sprawling flat on the cold linoleum floor. Her soft lips turned to pulp and she choked on her own blood and tried to cover her face as he jerked her to her feet by her hair. With casual ease, he threw her the length of the kitchen, caught her before she hit the stove, threw her again and again until she was sobbing and trying to cover her face, although he had pulled his slaps and she wasn't hurt expect for superficial cuts. Bill pulled her from her knees and put his hands around her throat and tightened just enough to make her gasp in genuine fright.

"Listen, and listen good," he said calmly. "You keep your nose out of my private life or it'll get good and broken. What goes down between me and my sister is none of your fucking business. And you just better treat her good and lay off this shit. As for Sammy, for all he cares, I could dump you out in the woods and leave you for the wolves, for all Sammy Archer would shed a tear!"

Crystal gasped, suddenly filled with fear by something cold and ruthless in his tone. She knew she had overstepped herself. This man, Bill Hollis, would kill her. She knew from Sammy how many times he had already killed in anger. She tried to gather her thoughts to appease him, at least long enough till she could get back to civilization. She wiped the blood from her lips and the tears of pain from her eyes.

"Now I'm gonna give you what you need, baby," Bill said. "I'm gonna give it to you like you'll never forget. Right up your lovely ass." And with a grin he dropped his pants, as he watched her strip for him, revealing those incredibly ripe tits over the tiny waist, softly rounded hips and long legs. His long thick cock sprang out, throbbing with rage-hot blood. "You're gonna get this up your trouble making asshole till it comes out the other end."

"Oh God!" She had pushed him to far. She looked into his cold murderous eyes and saw no chance of mercy. This man would kill her as easily as he would swat a fly. That night in Vancouver she had managed to keep him from splitting her apart with that big prick in her asshole. And now, as she stared at his huge rod of male flesh, she was sure the viciousness with which he would ram it into her anal passage would be incredibly painful... and he wanted it that way. If she didn't hurt enough, he would kill her and do something simple like telling Sammy she got lost in a snowstorm.

Crystal Black knew she had only one weapon... her beauty. But for the moment, she had to bend to his whims. Later it might be different. She certainly couldn't expect any help from Laurie. For the first time in her life, she cried from real fear as she bent to writhe and wiggle out of her only remaining garment, her tight bikini underpants. Her fingers trembled but she finally got it off and stood naked before him. She made herself take the three steps to reach him and then took the hot massive length of his virile pulsing cock in her hands.

The instant she touched it her mood changed.

He hadn't touched her since that night in Vancouver. And she'd been hearing his sister, Laurie getting fucked pissless three time a day...

Damn! Just to touch his rock-hard cock was turning her on!

"You'll rip me apart," she whispered as her slender fingers began to slide up and down the rigid thickness of his penis. She rolled the tight foreskin under her thumb while her other hand moved lower, through the bushiness of his pubic hair to find his sperm-laden balls and hold them. "Let me suck you... please!"

"Baby, it goes up your tight little ass... no matter how long you suck it." His eyes were as cold as his words. She was going to bend to his will and that was all there was to it.

"I know," Crystal gasped. "But it's too big!"

Before he could argue, she dropped submissively to her knees. Her soft warm lips ovalled as the pink little tip of her tongue began to lick over the blood-swollen glans, burrowing like a snake into the tiny hole at the head while her fingers urgently stroked the length of his staff and moved lower to tease the hot sac of his aroused testicles.

"Oooooooohhhh... ooooohhhhh!" Crystal mumbled. Her hatred of the big man and what he was forcing her to do vanished the moment her hungrily gulping lips enclosed the mushroom-shaped head of his blood-heated penis. Urgently she slid her moistly sucking mouth down the entire length of his cock until his cum-laden balls touched her chin. Her hand moved behind his taut-muscled buttocks and she pulled him closer, sucking furiously now, her straining lips widening until they ached as they opened to enclose the massive base of his instrument. Her nostrils flared with the urgency of her breathing and she gloried in the strong male scent of him. He was like a rod of hot, resilient iron deep in her urgently sucking mouth.

Damn, but this was good!

She was almost choking the way his cock was rammed so deep into her throat, but her swirling, seeking tongue could feel every heartbeat, every tremor of his muscular young body.

Crystal Black knew what she must look like, down on her knees, sucking cock, but this time, like his slave, like his bitch doing his bidding! She wasn't in control this time!

The last time she had been in control, teasing him and tantalizing him until he was half out of his mind, but now he would not touch her, wasn't even holding her wildly-bobbing head, refusing to let her know in any way that he was taking pleasure from her. The thick spike of flesh filled her mouth so hotly...

She wanted him to cum between her lips, and taste his manhood once again.

If only he would touch her...

But he did nothing but stand while she knelt submissively and sucked, and Crystal knew he must be able to feel the urgency she was putting into her oral caress.

She realized Bill Hollis intended to punish her for what she had done... punish her, degrade her, for insulting his frigid bitch of a sister.

Through whispers which carried through the thin cabin walls, she knew that whatever passion there had once been between them was as dead as ashes. A quick mechanical fuck in the missionary position and that was it.

Laurie didn't deserve the man. Laurie couldn't hold a candle to Crystal Black. She would replace that insipid sister. Just to show it could be done. And once done, she would shitcan Bill Hollis so fast that he'd never know what hit him. The lousy son-of-a-bitch!

Eagerly now she drove her sucking lips up and down the massive length of his male flesh, drawing hard on the hotly pulsating cock, swirling her tongue around the tip of every upstroke and feeling her coral-hued inner lips being drawn away from her teeth. Crystal continued until a steady ache began in her slender neck and her jaws began to pain.

Then, licking at the thick saliva which had filled her yearning mouth and swallowing, she slowly withdrew her lips from the bulging cock and raised her face. The big man was still standing over her, not deigning to touch her.

"Please," she whispered. "Cum, baby, cum... cum... "

"I told you it would be up your ass," he said. "You could make it beautiful... but you want to be a big bastard," she whispered as she rose from her knees. Crystal tossed her blonde mane of hair and looked defiantly at him. "Do you want me to get down on all fours on the floor or just bend over the kitchen table?"

"Whatever suits you."

"My knees are tired," she replied laconically, turning and bending over the table, parting her legs and then reaching back to spread the hot, firm globes of her white buttocks, revealing the tight brown circle of her anus. Her blue eyes found his, accusing, as she said, "I wet you, you son-of-a-bitch... go into me slowly, and I'll give you the best ass-fuck you'll ever get! So hot and wet and tight you'll forget that frigid sister of yours, who's as cold as this goddamned Canadian north. Now, FUCK MY ASS!!!!"

Enraged by Crystal Black's words, Bill Hollis took her violently. The tight ring of her anus was wet in anticipation, but she was not entirely ready.

"EEEEEEAAAAAUUUUU, EEEEEAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHH!!! " she screamed out as the thick head of his penis pressed hard against her unprepared anus. He grasped her helplessly-waving hips and held her tight and rammed against her sensitive rectal opening. The tight, rubbery sphincter yielded and she gasped, "Ooooohhhh... shit!"

He held still for a moment until her struggling ceased and then flexed his cock in the tight ring of her anal muscle.

Crystal Black gasped again. She had never experienced anything so painful, and every time he moved, it felt like she was going to be split in half. She wanted to cry, but was determined not to give him any satisfaction.

"Damn it, get it into me! she gasped, wriggling her tautened buttocks in invitation.

"You asked for it!"

Bill rammed himself up into the widespread moons of her nakedly straining ass-cheeks and heard her shriek in agony. "Let's find out about the good ass-fucking," he said.

Crystal humped back forcefully at him. "Now fuck my ass... and do it good enough so that even the wolves will hear me scream when I cum... that is, if you're man enough to make me cum!"

He held her tight and rammed into her softly yielding flesh, fucking up into the tight honeyed depths of her rectum.

As they humped in the middle of the kitchen, they didn't hear the cabin door opening.

The storm had started up suddenly when Laurie was about a mile down the old logging road from the  cabin. Snow began to swirl around the four-wheel drive truck so thick and heavy that she was completely unable to see. She had braked the truck and stopped for several minutes, watching the snow come heavier and heavier, until finally, she decided to return. She couldn't just sit there, burning gas, and she thought she knew the road well enough by now to make it. She would just go slowly, very slowly.

Finally she reached the cabin. And as she walked in the door she knew instantly what was happening, knew that her brother Bill was doing something vile with the slut! The mere thought of it sickened her as she stood frozen to the spot, listening to the initial screams of pain slowly change to cries of carnal pleasure. And then she knew she had to see what was happening. The snow was swirling wildly now, as if it were attacking the cabin, trying to make it vulnerable and destroy it. Thank God for that old wood furnace.

Silently, Laurie slipped off her heavy boots and removed her sheepskin coat. She padded along the hallway to the kitchen as she heard the cries of the shamelessly aroused girl.

The lewd, obscene sight before her eyes was unbelievable!

Writhing, a naked Crystal Black was bent over the kitchen table, as, with her own fingers, she held the smooth mounds of her buttocks wide for the perverted assault on her rectum.

Bill's hard, thick cock was relentlessly drilling into her wide-stretched flesh. Laurie could see the soft pinkness of the blonde girl's anus being drawn out of Crystal's buttocks with every withdrawal, and then rammed brutally back in.

And the filthy slut, instead of fighting this outrage against her defenseless anal opening, was obviously an anxious partner to the vileness that was being perpetrated. Laurie saw her ass-cheeks clench tightly around Bill's impaling spear of thick male flesh, making sounds of the vilest and obscenest sort imaginable.

"Oh, you dirty bastard, fuck my ass with your big cock!" Crystal cried out. "You son-of-a-bitch, when I get a chance, I'll kill you so damn dead you'll never wake up, but now fuck, fuck my asshole!"

Savagely, Bill Hollis yanked her trembling thighs further apart, reveling in the way she shook like hot jelly under his demanding screwing. Brutally he jammed one, then two fingers deep into the wetly heated tunnel of her cunt and viciously rubbed her tender clitoris with his hard-calloused thumb, listening to her scream in animal ecstasy.

His blood-engorged cock rammed without letup into her tightly-clutching anus, spearing deep up into her quaking belly through her tender nether passage, sending rippling waves of rectal tissue ahead of its blunted head until she was grunting and thrashing in mingled pain and pleasure. His sperm-heavy balls felt at the point of bursting.

This Crystal might be no fucking good, but she was sure good fucking--maybe one of the best he'd ever find!

She was grinding back now, humping, swirling her tight young ass-cheeks to meet every vicious lunge of his lust-engorged cock, and mewling with pleasure with every stroke that buried his spear of ass-raping manhood far up into the dark steaming depths of her rectum. He felt her tight rubbery sphincter muscle clasping wantonly around the rigidity of his penis, as if she wanted to hold him inside her forever while the smooth moons of her naked buttocks bounced and jiggled with every wet slap of his belly and balls against their softness.

"Deeper, you son-of-a-bitch!" Crystal cried out.

"Fuck deeper and harder!"

"You asked for it!"

He dropped his body over hers, his thick muscular arms clamping with the power of a bear trap around her trembling little waist, his work-hardened fingers digging brutally into the firm young flesh of her abdomen. He held Crystal with all his strength while his muscular legs and thighs began to flex against her wildly churning buttocks, driving his hot thick hardness deeper, even deeper up into her convulsing little belly. The wet slapping of flesh against naked flesh filled the small cabin. He ground his rock hard cock into her widely-stretched anus without mercy while her head came up and back and her blonde mane of hair tossed wildly.

"I'm cumming... you prick!" she cried out, ramming her ecstatically trembling ass-cheeks back against the long thick length of his penis as the liquid passion began to flow from her wetly quivering pussy, and her sorely-used anus suddenly took fire. "Aaaaiiiiyyyyeeeee!!!!!"

"You think that's a cum, try this!"

With his left arm still locked tight around the slenderness of her heaving belly while his lust-hardened cock continued to surge up her tight rectal passage, Bill used his right hand to viciously slap her trembling ass-cheeks until she cried out and yielded, opening herself even wider to his anal assault. His fingers reached into the hot juice-flushed depths of her blood-swollen cunt lips, spreading them wide. He pressed against her until his heavy, sperm-bloated balls were slick with her cum.

"Don't move your damn ass for a minute," he said.

Crystal felt his finger opening her pussy even wider, stretching and hurting her tender flesh, and she began to sob, as she felt something being pushed into her vaginal opening, slowly, something hot and heavy that was spreading her soft, straining cuntal lips, going up into her body. She had never felt anything like it in her life, and she thought she had gone through everything you could do with a man. Whatever it was felt as alive as a cock, but different. Thicker, but no so long or hard. And hot, very hot.

"What... what are you doing to me?" she gasped.

"I've got my cock shoved up your asshole... and my balls buried in your tight little pussy," he grunted. "Now milk me!"

"Impossible!" Crystal gasped. She clenched her cuntal muscle and it DID feel like he had somehow managed to get his sperm-bloated testicles into her pussy. He was pressing hard against the nakedly widespread cheeks of her impaled buttocks. She wished she could look down and see if it were true, but the way their sweat-streaked bodies were so lewdly locked it was impractical. Or was it impossible? He'd stuffed something into her wetly throbbing pussy-lips... his long rigid cock was still buried to the hilt in her tenderly-stretched rectum... and now she could feel both his big hands gripping her hips and holding her immobile while he flexed the massive length of his thick reaming penis in her subjugated body. She raised her head and tentatively tightened her anal and cuntal muscles and then whispered, "I never heard of this! How did you ever... "

"A B-girl in Nam showed me," he said. "Only trouble is I can't move, so you do it all. Be careful how you clamp that pussy down--it feels like a bear trap now!"

"I knew you were a trick son-of-a-bitch, but I never expected this!" Crystal Black said. "How anybody who knows such wild ways to fuck ever got him stuck with... well, never mind!"

She put her youthful body to work, held tight over the hard table edge by his weight. She had long ago learned how to make her pussy and rectum milk a man dry without moving the rest of her body. Straining, she made her rippling internal muscles suck at Bill Hollis's genitals.

But when it happened, she could still hardly believe it.

She felt his eagerly pulsating cock swelling in her wide-stretched anus, but he'd been in there so long that she had adjusted to the unnatural invasion of her tender flesh and was enjoying it. And now she could feel each of his hot, heavy balls pushed just inside the sensitive lips of her cunt.

Striving, holding her breath, she made her nakedly bent over body do his lewd, obscene bidding. His long hard cock began to jerk and his balls thickened and became hotter, swelling inside  the hair-lined lips of her pussy.

"You're cumming!" Crystal cried out as she felt his testicles blow up like balloons at a county fair and then suddenly deflate as their load of hot, thick sperm gushed through his body, finally down the thick tube at the underside of his deeply-buried cock and into her eagerly clutching rectal passage. "Oh God, it's so hot... fuck me... fuck me just a minute! "m cumming again!"

Her body was sucking him furiously and she began to writhe and twitch in his steel-hard grasp. Emptying, his scrotum slipped from her wetly enfolding vagina and dangled down between her trembling young thighs. Then, freed from the grasp of her strangely invaded pussy, he began to fuck his cock deep up into her anal passage again as the first spuming jets of semen gushed into her wildly twitching rectum.

"Aaaaaauuuggghhhhhh! You bastard... you wild fucking bastard!" she cried out deliriously as he rammed his thick exploding penis to the hilt in her hotly clasping flesh. Crystal began to tremble uncontrollably, on the verge of passing out, but was revived as his big hands began to slap the churning roundnesses of her ass-cheeks, reddening her tender flesh. She ground herself back against the savage impalement of his heatedly spurting cock as the creamy white fluids began to gush forth from her wide-stretched anal opening. She gasped for breath, blinking as she blurted, "I'll kill you if I can, but damn, what a wild fuck!!!!!"

At the doorway to the kitchen, Laurie Hollis's tears flooded her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She was barely able to compose herself, as she sank into a chair by the living room window and stared dejectedly out at the storm. She was so sick at heart that she didn't even notice, not a hundred yards away, the headlights of three snowmobiles headed straight for the house.

The tears which filled her heartbroken eyes were so thick, she could barely make out the vehicles, even as their powerful headlamps pierced through the falling snow.

It wasn't until the men had stopped their machines and stormed into cabin like a platoon of terrorist guerilla's, that she was shocked into realizing what was happening.

CHAPTER FOUR

But Crystal Black, though sated with her sexual experience, had seen the headlights and knew, with her calculatingly shrewd mind, just what was happening.

She had bolted from the kitchen, grabbing up her clothes from the floor, her cum-filled little asshole still dripping from the brutal way Bill Hollis had fucked it, her lips smarting from his slap.

She tore up the stairs to her room, dressing as she ran, and donning her heavy fur jacket, gloves and boots about as fast as she had ever dressed in her life. Then, with great stealth, she crept down the back stairway to the supply room, and out the rickety wooden door. Then she began to make her way to the neighboring cabin.

And foremost in her mind was revenge. She would get Hollis and Sammy Archer too, because she knew that what Bill had said was true. He had used her, they both had used her like an animal. For once in her life she had tried to be straight. She believed in her father's maps, and the mine he had given his life to find. But death had intervened before he could realize the dream of mining it. After his death, she had made her way in the world alone, a girl of sixteen surviving by her wits and through her body, always keeping in mind that one day she would return to the Canadian north and fulfill her father's dream. But no one had ever believed in her enough to lay out the cash she needed to do it. And she was tired, damn tired of spreading her legs and her ass cheeks for any son-of-a-bitch who would feed her hungry belly or put a roof over her head. This time she was going to come up a winner, no matter what happened to the rest of those motherfuckers.

Head bent now against the storm, she made her way toward the lights that shone from the distant cabin.

Crystal Black, for the first time, realized how much she had been taken for a ride, how much men had discovered and used her natural sensuality, played with her body and through it her mind.

Bill Hollis was an animal--a stupid and unfeeling man! Sammy Archer was not stupid. He had been able to use her, and he was using Bill Hollis and that cold-ass sister of his to his own ends.

Behind her, she could hear the commotion in the cabin she had just taken leave of. She turned back to look, but she was too far away now to see clearly just who had invaded it.

She couldn't see that in the kitchen, still naked, Bill Hollis was roaring like a wounded tiger, picking up a wooden chair and smashing it against a wall, until he was left with one solid leg of wood to use as a club. Then, two of the attackers went down like dead men before his powerful blows and numbers of others overcame him.

Another was dragging Laurie across the floor, hitting her across her beautiful face, jerking her long dark hair even as she clawed at him, in a futile try at defense...

And Bill Hollis knew he hadn't a chance in hell. There were too many for him. He could hear his sister screaming, but he could not fight them all. His big fists flailed at them, one tight around the wooden club, the fragment of the chair he had smashed. He felt his knuckles ram hard against flesh and heard a cry of pain and then the heavy crashing of a body onto the floor.

But there was another in the next instant, and a crushing blow came down on his left shoulder. He lost control and dropped the chair leg, his arm immobile.

He cursed himself, knowing he had drained all his strength into that slut Crystal. He was spent, when he should have been able to fight half a dozen men. Something hard and sharp hit his forehead and spewing blood blinded him. He kicked with his feet and tried to reach them with his good right hand, but they knew their business.

They drove him to exhaustion, to his knees.

And then they tied him tightly with nylon rope and when that was done one of them expertly put a wrestler's sleeping hold on his neck, pressing the carotid artery for five seconds, and the last thing he remembered was Laurie crying out to him not to fight them...

* * *

Crystal Black was getting closer to the cabin, the sound of the struggle she had left still audible in the stillness of the woods. She could hear muffled sounds of fighting and screaming, and hoped Bill Hollis was getting a lot of lumps. It was hard work for her, walking in the bitter cold through the storm, her energy all fucked out of her.

She didn't know what she would find in this other cabin. She just hoped she could make some kind of deal. Whoever it was knew just what they were doing. It had all been well planned and executed. Something about the. whole set up reeked of class. You had to be pretty powerful to go up against Sammy Archer and the organization-even way up here. She wouldn't mind at all meeting the brains behind this operation.

She was getting closer now, and dimly, through the window, she could make out a figure moving about. Maybe there was just one person alone. She'd just have to knock and take her chances. She sure as hell couldn't stay outdoors until she froze to death.

She was standing right outside the door now. She took a breath and rapped hard.

"Who is it?"

It was a female voice, and a moment later a young and slender woman in jeans and a skin-tight black turtle-neck sweater opened the door.

"Let me in before I fucking freeze to death," Crystal said.

"Sure, come on in," the other responded.

Crystal entered the comforting warmth of the cabin. She removed her snow-caked gloves and her woolen toque and ran her fingers through her thick blonde hair.

Feeling more in command of the situation now, she sat herself down in a large armchair and looked up at the other woman.

"Care to let me know what the hell is going on here?"

The girl sat down across from her. "You're Crystal Black."

"Well I ain't the virgin Mary," Crystal snapped back to cover her surprise at the fact that the woman knew her name.

"We heard you were a tough little bitch."

"Fuck off." Crystal drew a deep breath, her breasts pressing against her sweater as she removed her coat. She knew there was no place to go, but she wasn't gonna let this broad walk all over her. "Whoever the hell you are, fuck off!"

"You're so beautiful when you get mad... " the woman said. "I bet Hollis treated you like an animal."

The woman pointed to a telescope on a stand near the window. "I saw it all," she said. "I saw him make you bend over and take his miserable hard prick up your ass. I saw him hurt you. Ram you and ram you and ream... beat you until your mouth Was bleeding, and then make you get down on your knees and suck his filthy prick and take it in your ass... if you hadn't run away, our men would have rescued you, Crystal!!!" She gave out a long, soft sigh. "And you are so beautiful... "

"You're a lesbian," Crystal whispered. "You are!!"

"You sound like you never met one." She sighed again. "Well, now you have. Now, why don't you go upstairs, you pretty darling. Don't make me force you to... " What the hell have I let myself in for now? Crystal wondered. This lesbian could be one real mean bitch, and who knows what her friends are like. What they wanted at the cabin at this stage.

Then the answer came to her.

They wanted her maps, the maps, it had taken her father a lifetime to obtain. That had to be the reason!

Well, they'd pay hell getting them! They were so well hidden that nobody was going to find it even if they took the house apart. Even Bill Hollis had no idea of where they were... Everything was on several small, thin, nylon maps stashed in a most unlikely place, one where nobody would ever think to look. Yes, she had stashed them in a wonderful place, the night before they had driven up here.

She had committed the maps to memory, but she knew it was driving Hollis off his rocker, trying to find the thing...

But now firm female hands were grasping her, pushing her upstairs and into a bedroom. This woman was strong, although she was slender, and handsome rather than beautiful, with high cheekbones and a full sensuous mouth, and sleek straight black hair. Her eyes were green and the nostrils of her nose were flared now with desire and barely-leashed passion as she began to undress Crystal. The woman wore only a robe, that was open enough at the top so that Crystal could clearly see the firm, conical breasts and the nipples hardening so quickly with prurient desire.

"I'm Samantha--Sam," she said, her voice cold. "I've watched you for days, and I want you. I'm going to fuck you crazy with my tongue, and if you fight it, I'll turn you over to Snake and his staff, and when they get through with you, you'll be begging me to do all kinds of things to make you feel better."

"Oh God. .Crystal whispered. This was beyond belief! In all her sensual escapades, she had never been touched by a woman--and she sensed this tall, raven-haired beauty could be more deadly than any man. But if she was a lesbian, what was she doing with a gang of cutthroats? She whirled around quickly, but the girl was too fast. She felt herself grabbed by the hair and effortlessly thrown to the bed as a knee mashed down on her now naked and heaving breasts. For the first time in her life, she knew real, gut-clenching fear as she looked up into the beautiful lust-filled face. Sensuous lips grinned down at her around perfect white teeth and she said, "Why...?"

"We are looking for a gold mine... Snake and me and a few who don't count."

"When Sammy Archer hears... " Crystal began. "Sammy won't do anything but make a deal." The woman calmly lit a cigarette. "After all, Snake and his gang will be doing most of the work... and Snake is a lot better set up to mine a claim than a New Yorker like Archer or Hollis could ever be." She sat down beside Crystal on the bed and waved the cigarette about. "Snake was raised in these woods honey... but he's also a kind of electronics genius. He's got plans for a computerized mine. We're light years ahead of your operation in terms of sophistication. Why, we even have your cabin bugged. We can hear every grunt and gasp and sigh and moan... We sat and roared when you were getting fucked in the ass... because we could tell you do like it that way, don't you?"

Crystal could only drop her face into her hands and try to wipe away the tears of anger and frustration. In a few minutes her initial fear had dissipated. Now she was furiously angry. But she knew she could not make a move yet.

But somehow in the end she would fuck them all.

Bill Hollis, who had beaten her and sodomized her.

Sammy Archer, who had turned over her body to him.

Laurie for all her frigid bitch ways.

This Lesbian, Samantha.

It was one thing to be subjugated by a man, but to take crap from another woman who wanted only her body--that was worse.

The one thing she could not do at that moment, Crystal realized, was fight. When the time came she would strike, and strike to kill and maim... but not yet. Slowly she raised her beautiful tear-stained face and spoke.

"Maybe we could make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" Samantha said, watching like a cat considering a mouse. "What can you offer?"

"The only thing you people are out here for," she said with a gesture towards the cold bleak wilderness. "There's nothing in that cabin you need except my map."

"Keep talking."

"I want mine out of it--I don't care how I get it."

"How much?"

"Half?"

"Ten percent."

"Get fucked, you lesbian bitch!"

Samantha only laughed as she stubbed the cigarette out and said, "We know Sammy Archer only put you in for twenty-and you known Sammy is a damn thief." She dropped her robe to stand naked, then moved to the bed and her hands came down like claws on Crystal's cool flesh. Crystal allowed herself to be pressed back on the mattress, let Samantha glue her moistly parted lips to her own, allowed her mouth to open to admit Samantha's salaciously searching tongue. Despite herself, she felt immediate desire rising as the lesbian's skilled fingers rolled her hot nipples to burning hardness, and she moaned against the sucking lips even as Samantha pressed between her legs, splaying them wide, and slid them over her body, mounting her as a man might, so their pubic mounds were pressed tight together, their hair-lined cunt lips opening. She could actually feel the extended shaft of Samantha's abnormally large clitoris rubbing against hers as the dark haired woman began a smooth rocking motion above her, their bellies sliding together, and Sam sucked on her tongue like it was a soft, wet cock. Against her will, for she had never yielded to anything like this before, Crystal opened her legs wide and then locked them around Samantha's lewdly-surging buttocks ramming her pelvis hard up against the tantalizing bush of Samantha's heatedly pulsing clitoris.

The lesbian's hands left her warmly tingling breasts and locked around her trembling body, and Crystal realized their firm-fleshed breasts were pressed tightly together, flattening, nipples rubbing erotically against nipples. A fire swept through her loins and she reached down, over the soft pliant swell of the lesbian's hips to cup the churning mounds of her buttocks and pull them tighter to her.

The woman in her urgently-clasping arms was the enemy.

But she was so much better than that brutal son-of-a-bitch Bill Hollis or Sammy Archer had been.

Crystal sucked frantically at the long, wet probing tongue that was plunging between her eager lips, groaning around it as saliva filled her mouth. She bit and tasted blood and felt fingernails rake her nakedly straining flesh in passion.

"Oooooohhhhhh... Noooooo!!!" she moaned.

"Oh, now you're crying for it," the other whispered, pulling her mouth away, quickly sliding lower in the bed to capture the taut-nippled tip of one of Crystal's breasts in her moistly heated lips. She sucked in deep into her devouring mouth and nibbled with sharp white teeth while the tip of her skilled tongue teased the rubbery peak. The response was immediate, as her nipples hardened, becoming longer, and Crystal continued to moan with her belly churning eagerly, fucking up toward the teasing length of Samantha's hardened clitoris. Her wide-splayed thighs trembled, the muscles cording, and her sensually aroused body jerked in a frenzy of passion. Abruptly, Samantha pulled her mouth away from the full firm mound of Crystal's breast and moved lower. Her tongue was like wet fire on the fevered flesh of the excited naked girl.

The redhead raised her beautiful face for a moment and said, "Now I'm going to eat your cunt, darling. You'll see how it's supposed to be done."

"Nooooo... please ..Crystal managed to say.

Samantha's black hair sprayed over her belly and down between her straining legs. The wet flicking pink tip of her tongue slid along the slender line of hair which edged the tight furrow of Crystal's wetly grinding cunt. For a moment, the blond was immobile.

And then she felt her tender, moist, sensitive flesh being delicately parted, and the hot, probing spear of Samantha's tongue sliding up and down, laving her burning flesh, running the entire length of her incredibly tingling pussy opening until finally it twirled around the aroused bud of her clitoris, and the soft lesbianic lips enclosed the organ that was so much like a tiny penis and sucked hard while the searching tongue continued to tantalize her, drive her to a trembling peak of forbidden ecstasy.

Crystal abruptly lost all strength to fight the unnatural lovemaking of the ravenous raven-haired beauty. Her hopelessly aroused body jerked and rolled and twitched as the tantalizing tongue swirled like velvet lightning across her hotly throbbing cuntal lips. Now she felt the slender female fingers spreading her ass-cheeks wide, sliding under them to draw her undulating pussy up higher. And then... the long wet tongue darted up the mouth of her twitching cuntal canal, swirling like a snake, burning hotly and wetly into her passion-seared vagina. Her surrender came in an instant.

She clamped her trembling soft thighs tightly around Samantha's burrowing face and fucked up to her hot mouth as her cuntal muscles drew on the invading tongue. The excited blonde was barely able to gasp out her next words.

"Eat me... ooohhhhh, eat meeeee... fuck your finger up inside my asshole!"

She heard Samantha's moan of joy even as the woman's mouth suck hungrily at her wildly throbbing clitoris. She reached down and with her own hands spread the thrashing cheeks of her ass wide, and gasped with pleasure at first one, then two, and finally three, fingers slid deep into the sweating depths of her rectum. She began to ride the woman's fingers as she heaved her wetly gushing pussy up to the all-consuming mouth, and her hands tangled in the long black hair which was spraying across her naked loins.

And, from somewhere very far distant, she heard that cold-cunted Laurie Hollis let out a blood-curdling scream.

* * *

They had Laurie too. Bill Hollis, helplessly bound, saw his sister held by rough swarthy men as he regained consciousness. His vision was blurred as the blood pumped back to his blacked-out brain, and he strained without hope against the cutting nylon rope which bound his wrists to his ankles tightly up behind his back. He tried to focus his eyes on them, tried to speak, but was too weak to say anything. The figures swam and dissolved and gradually became clearer. They were holding Laurie, two of them, in strong professional grips, thumbs and fingers digging into nerve centers in her back and neck.

Her eyes were showing more pain than he knew she should be feeling. The holds were numbing and incapacitating, but, for himself, they would not have been painful. He knew Laurie was not one to cry with out reason, yet her wide eyes were streaming tears as she looked at him.

And there was something strange in the look, something that didn't belong in this situation. He sensed the pain she felt was coming from inside her beautiful young body, not from the grasping fingers that were now beginning to roam over her sensitive flesh while the men who held her grinned and chuckled.

Then it came to him--she must have heard, maybe even seen, the lewd spectacle he had engaged in with that sexy slut Crystal Black.

And where the hell was Crystal? The whoring little bitch! Somehow she had managed to get out!

He knew she couldn't last very long in the cold storm outside, but for now, she was out of it while he and Laurie were virtually prisoners of these cutthroats. Silently, he cursed her and managed to pick out the man he thought must be the leader.

There was a lean, dark man with straight black hair, probably an Indian or a metis, the half breed Indian-French Canadian. Wearing a tight black turtleneck jersey that showed off taut shoulder and belly muscles, Bill could see that his arms were not overly large, not heavily muscled. But Bill had seen this type before. These long arm muscles would have the strength and resiliency of spring steel. His hips were lean, and he wore his jeans skin tight so the bulge of his genitals was unmistakable. Tied to his belt he wore a fighting knife and over his shoulder he wore a holster with an automatic pistol in it. With those long and slender fingers, Bill figured he'd be a fast and accurate draw.

The man regarded his captives coolly, smiling lewdly, as he saw Laurie's proud young breasts bared from the tear in her sweater that had been caused by the struggle.

"They call me Snake," he informed them, "and you can be sure I'm the venomous kind."

"What the hell do you want?" Hollis demanded. "You want what skins we've trapped so far, take them, but let my sister and the other woman free. They don't have anything really to say about it." Snake laughed mockingly as he said. "The only skins I'll want are yours, Mr. Hollis, if you don't start telling me what I need to know... When Sammy Archer and the New York mob take an interest in some people in the middle of the Canadian wilds, I don't figure it's on account of a few crummy pelts."

"You know Sammy Archer?"

"We have never been formally introduced, but I know him and you can be sure he knows of me... And it will be a great pleasure to mindfuck Mr. Sammy Archer." He rubbed his hands together with serpentine grace. "Who wouldn't? Hollis, I have nothing against you or your pretty sister... we hoped to take you without trouble, but you were difficult. In fact, you killed a good man with your fist--one punch--caught him in the throat and broke it. Well, no offense taken. We might just get on well if you do what I ask."

"Shove it up your fucking ass."

"That's not a reasonable attitude," Snake said mildly. "But I didn't expect one at first. Now, Sammy Archer is a pure prick, which you well know. You and I are not unalike, you know. We might do well together. I know your murderous resume. It's rather impressive. Wouldn't you be interested in a piece of the action... if you cooperate. As good or better a piece as Sammy promised you."

"I still don't know what the fuck you want."

"Just the maps." He clapped his hands together sharply, twice, with impatience. "Now let's get to it. I know these woods like you know the street you grew up on--Tenth Avenue, I believe," he said grinning. "You're a wonderful physical specimen, but the jungle of city streets does not prepare you to thrive in the wilderness. You need me. It's as simple as that. So both of us can profit well from a partnership... You have the maps, and I have the skill and knowledge necessary in these surroundings."

"I don't have the maps," Bill Hollis said truthfully. "Crystal is the only one who has seen them, and she directs me from maps and from memory."

"You know, even when you find the mine, you couldn't do anything about it. The men Sammy Archer is sending you do not know how to mind gold."

"Then go talk to Sammy."

"We don't have time, Hollis," Snake said, his face now cold. "So we have to take you and your sister and get those maps.

"Talk to Crystal," Hollis shot back, his blood rising as he saw strange dark hands straying over his sister's full breasts as she was held down on the floor. He could see her cringe at the contact--and he was filled with a wild rage. "She couldn't have gone very far in this storm... go find her... I don't give a damn what you do with her!"

"Rather a callous attitude from a man who, only an hour ago, was fucking her asshole and pushing his balls into her cunt and making her like it."

"You motherfucker!" Hollis raged. Straining against his bonds on the floor of the cabin, he managed to catch Laurie's eyes. She was pressed back against the wall, her young, conical breasts completely naked now, her hands tied so she was defenseless as one of the men kneaded the soft, throbbing mound and sucked the distended nipple.

He could see her belly heaving and her pelvis jerking, the soft brown cunt hairs showing at the rim of her panties as they tore her jeans off her body roughly. Her hips were undulating in a way that Bill hadn't seen for a long time... she had been as cold as oatmeal for so long. But now, by God! She was even wet--her pussy was flowing with the juices of anticipation as the two strange men stroked and caressed and kissed her. He saw her lips part to suck on the tongue of the second man, as his dark fingers slid wantonly up and down the smooth inner flesh of her thighs!"

No, this couldn't be happening. Not with Laurie! Not with his own sister! And yet, in front of his unbelieving eyes, it was.

They were mauling her like an animal, and she was yielding to them, even parting her sleek young thighs wider to allow the seeking fingers greater access to her warm secret pussy and tit flesh that no one but himself had ever touched before. He bellowed: "Laurie! Laurie!"

She wrenched her mouth away from the man who was kissing her, bruising her soft lips and her brother saw the long red tongue slide from between them, glistening with saliva. She dazedly looked toward him, coughed softly and said in a low voice: "I saw you... doing it to her. I heard it all... and if I'd had a gun, I'd have killed myself!"

Docilely, she opened her mouth to let the delving hot tongue spear between her lips again and deep in her throat, sliding wetly over her own tongue, twining with it and sucking. She was filled with revulsion at the image of what she must look like, unable to escape, tied like a white slave and bent to their will.

If only Bill had been more alert, more intent on his business... he might have been waiting with a rifle to defend her from this terrible sacrilege.

She realized he was sorry now, but it was too late. He was trussed up like a side of beef in a butcher shop. And they would use her to make him capitulate. And she wondered if they knew the strange and illicit nature of her relationship with her brother. Her instincts told her that somehow they did.

Goddamn that Crystal Black. She was the only one who could give them what they wanted. And where was she?

So they would use her body... humiliate and degrade her... Things had been so bad between her and her brother lately--the dangerous excitement gone from their sex, she had gone cold, knew she no longer pleased him because she was so unresponsive.

Now all she could feel was the hot tongue spearing into her mouth, the eager fingers worming their way toward her curl-frized little cunt mound, and the hardness of a man's warmly pulsating cock slipping back and forth between her thighs.

CHAPTER FIVE

For Snake, son of a Sioux Chief who worked as a dishwasher up in Yellowknife, it was justice. Justice to reclaim a mine on the land that belonged to his people before the white man robbed it from them. The Indians, who did not yet know the white man's ways had not been able to even conceive of selling a piece of the earth any more than they thought you could 'sell a piece of your own mother. It was a lesson for the Indians, and Snake felt now he had learned it well. It was justice too for a white woman to be beaten and raped, the way his great grandmother had been by the troops of the cavalry.

Now he grinned lewdly as he looked at the squirming figure of the tousled brunette who was moaning and tossing in what might be agony, but looked more like suddenly-discovered ecstasy to his perceptive eyes. The bugging devices he had managed to plant in the cabin had worked well enough to know that she was getting fucked by her brother--but not very well lately. Incest--white man's corruption, Snake thought.

"For God's sake, leave her alone!" Bill pleaded as he saw his beautiful young sister being mauled like a street whore. "If you want that goddamned map, find Crystal Black--she has them stashed somewhere, but neither of us knows where!"

Snake laughed, with a strange hissing sound. "Hollis, where it is is not my problem. I don't care who has hidden it or where. You are going to get it to me."

Now two men had Hollis's sister stripped completely naked, had their hands were sliding eagerly over her voluptuous young body, pinching and stroking and pressing the soft, full curves of her breasts and her hips and the smooth mound of her belly and even caressing the tight, hair-fringed furrow of her naked little cunt. He could see she was flowing heavily already, the passion-juices running from her pussy in hotly gleaming streaks.

She was ready to fuck, the sounds she was making around the lewdly delving spear of the Indian's tongue said she felt much more desire than fear now. He knew something about her that her brother had never realized, and he had first seen her close less than an hour ago. This beautiful young cunt wanted to be subjugated, hurt. Not severely hurt, but enough to bring out the wildness that was in her and every woman, give her an excuse to turn on and really enjoy her body.

Enjoy her body and men. A lot of men! Not whatever odd passion had caused her to enter into an incestuous relationship with her brother.

Well, she'd be taken care of now.

"Danny, Bear!" he called out sharply, his words coming with such authority that it brought the lust-driven men to an immediate halt in their slow ravishment of the young woman. He continued to speak now in a strange tongue, which Bill Hollis shrewdly guessed was an Indian language. He couldn't understand not a word, but the gestures which accompanied the harsh command made.

The men were to tie Laurie up in such a way as to leave her naked young cunt easy to reach. If Hollis didn't cooperate, they would all fuck into her until she was a mass of quivering jelly. And while they were about it, there had to be some liquor in the cabin, and this was a party of goddamn thirsty Indians. Bourbon, scotch--anything would do.

Bill Hollis saw, gratefully, that Laurie could not understand their gestures. He could do nothing yet to help her through what she was going to have to endure, but if it came one thing at a time, and she didn't have to anticipate every indignity, it might be easier for her.

And he had stored away a whole case of Wild Turkey. If they would drink enough of it, he might have a chance to free himself and fight them. He felt his strength returning. He could not speak to Laurie, only plead with his eyes for her to endure what was going to happen to her.

She deliberately looked away from him and wantonly wriggled her naked young body at her captors.

Laurie trembled in excitement and fear as the two men stretched her face down over the floor, pinioning her wrists and ankles to the wooden posts and pillars that held the weight of the ceiling. She cried silently, wondering if she should blame herself for this predicament. If she had been more responsive to him lately, more of a woman, he would not have fucked Crystal Black in such a loathsome way, putting his penis into her anus and even his balls into her vagina! And if that had not happened, he might have been more alert and somehow prevented all this. Although she didn't see how it might really have been possible. There were too many of them. She thought of how she must look, naked and manhandled by these half-civilized brutes, subject to anything they might think of to do with her, and the vision brought an involuntary twinge of anticipatory pleasure deep in her loins even as she tried to struggle free of their lust-hot hands.

Lengths of rawhide bound her wrists and ankles. Straining, she found the knots only became tighter when she fought them. She had been given enough rope so she could get to her knees on the floor, and onto her elbows. But to strive for more freedom of movement only brought pain and the numbness of her blood circulation being cut off.

And the tall, lean man called Snake was playing with her helplessly-restrained body now, his fingers moving over her quaking flesh, testing it, tweaking the nipples of her full firm breasts as they swayed heavily beneath her heaving torso, setting her on fire with his mere touch.

She wept to think that if she had to be degraded this way, it was a stranger, not her brother, who would do it to her!

"By God! What a lovely ass!" Snake hissed out the last word, as the others left her and he moved close to finger her helpless body. He grinned lewdly over at Bill Hollis and said: "I'm going to fuck your sister like you never could. Hollis. I going to fuck her so crazy she'll beg for cock any way she can get it... and then, if you're a good little white boy, I'll let you have her back. She'll be the wildest fuck you can imagine!"

Bill Hollis's face went scarlet with rage as he watched Snake peel his tight-fitting sweater over his head and his jeans down over his lean hips. His long thick cock sprang out and he kicked the jeans away and moved, entirely naked, towards Laurie, his fingers peeling the thick foreskin over the bulbous head of his massive penis. And he thought back to the history of how this part of the continent was settled, remembered the Indian raids where the white women of the captured wagon trains were treated as nothing more than fuck-meat, subjected to all kinds of abominations by their Indian captors.

And Hollis had read once that some came to like it after a time.

Could that happen with his own sister!?

Laurie cringed as she strained against her bonds and saw nothing but the immense length of Snake's heavily pulsating cock and the heavy, sperm-bloated sac of his testicles swinging below it.

She'd thought Bill's was big--but this was much more!

"Would you like a taste, little lady?"

"Please... noooooo... " Laurie moaned, turning her lovely face away from the obscene instrument that glistened with pre-seminal fluid.

Her huge eyes flooded with tears, and she looked at him with all the begging she could muster, now forgetting the obscene kneeling posture they had bound her into, only wanting to get that terrible shaft of male flesh away from her lips. She thought she could endure it if her helpless body were raped. Then she would have no choice. But to have Bill see the massive, deep-red mushroom-shaped head of this thing going into her lips... she would rather die! Even as she thought this, she realized they had left her no way to kill herself. The eagerly pulsing cock moved closer to her mouth, and now Snake's hand was firmly grasping the touseled brunette mass of her hair, twisting and hurting, tilting her tear-stained face up to his loins. She moaned, "Please, noooooo... I've never hurt you, whoever you are! Don't make me do something so filthy!"

"Little girl, a woman capable of fucking her own brother, should not make any pretense of morality!"

"Aaaaaauuuggghhh!" Laurie moaned, trying to twist her face away from the thick rigid staff of his cock and the piercing truth of his words. "Nooooooooo...

But Snake held her head in a grip she couldn't escape. Tauntingly, he moved his hard-muscled pelvis in front of her, and Laurie realized she could not close her eyes--she had to keep looking at his massive erection.

She felt it rub against her cheeks, and, surprisingly, the blood-engorged head was velvet-soft against the tear-streaked cheeks of her young face. The lean man pressed forward and she could feel his heartbeat surge though the length of it--and the staff itself was iron-hard! and so hot!

The wet tip moved over her cheeks, even touched her tear-blinded eyes, and then down under her throat and probed the delicate sculpture of her ears. Helpless and degraded as she was, tied so there was no escape, and knowing her brother-whatever his faults-was being forced to watch her humiliation, Laurie felt the masochistic fire begin to flare deep in her loins. It was something she didn't want but couldn't help.

She was aware only of the strong hand pulling her head by her long, silky brown hair, and the burning length of that thick throbbing penis tantalizing her face.

Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath, and all she smelled was the man-scent of him, rich and heady, a musk which fired her body with desire.

As though hypnotized, she saw the lust-swollen head' of his penis moving to her lips.

"No, no, no, no, no, noooooo... " she pleaded in a whisper. And then the bulbous head was brushing over her tightly closed lips and the heavy sweet scent of it filled her flaring nostrils. She moaned as, involuntarily, her tongue crept out of her saliva-filled mouth and licked away the one drop of clear whitish fluid standing like a tiny seed pearl on the head of his cock. It was salty and pungent.

Against her will, she licked again, plunging the tip of her tongue into the slit from which it had come. Suddenly, the madness that had threatened to engulf her sensibilities overwhelmed her.

Ovalling her lips over her small white teeth, she encircled the throbbing glans, eagerly drawing it toward her as the lean Indian moved a fraction of an inch, grinning lewdly as he realized her surrender. He eased his tight, painful grip on her long hair enough so her head could move.

"Oooooohhhhhh!!!!!!" the captivated girl moaned as her wetly rounded lips slid lower on the thick staff until the entire head of Snake's penis was in her mouth and she could run the tip of her tongue around the ridge of it and lick away the excitement which accumulated under his loose foreskin.

Laurie wished her hands were free. She wanted to fondle his maleness, pump it, feel the hot weight of his balls just as with her lips and tongue she could feel his heartbeat running the incredible length of his cock. She knew her brother was watching all this, but she could no longer care. It was his fault they were in this position... why couldn't she enjoy herself in a way he had never been man enough to teach her?

Urgently she sucked, drawing Snake's cock deeper and deeper into her hot hungry mouth.

The long hard length of his penis slid along her swirling tongue and deep into her throat, and Laurie sucked voraciously, her cheeks hollowing and expanding with each bobbing motion of her head, her lips contorting as if she had been born and trained for this task alone. She knew what would happen in time. He would explode the hot sweet semen from his heavy balls and into her bulging mouth and maybe it would choke her.

Well, in what she knew was a moment of madness, this was what she wanted!

She would at least get back at Bill for what he had done with Crystal Black!

"I knew your sister'd be a beautiful cocksucker!" Snake said triumphantly, grinning at Bill Hollis, who was too sick at the thought of what he had caused to watch his sister doing this... blowing another man so eagerly while she was tied like a slave. "She loves it! Watch this!"

Without warning he pulled away from the warm wet mouth that was devouring his penis.

"Oooooohhh!!! Nooo!!!" Laurie moaned, her lips puckering, her tongue flicking out, her entire body straining toward the male loins so tantalizingly close. Her dark eyes blinked as she gasped, "My mouth... my mouth... fill my mouth! As if he was doing her a favor, Snake slowly guided the saliva-glistening head of his cock between the now yearning lips and moved over her so Laurie could freely move her head to engulf him entirely.

Even he was astounded by the-ravenous hunger of her lips. He saw them peeling back on each upstroke, showing the soft inner flesh of her mouth, and felt her wildly-swirling tongue sliding up and down the thick mass of his cock, heard her gulp for air and then drive her beautiful face down to the base of his rampant staff again, until her rounded lips were buried in his wiry pubic hair.

"Oooooohhh, what a beautiful cocksucker!" he groaned, and began to fuck wildly into her mouth. "Suck me, baby... suck!!!"

"Ummmmmm... ahhhhhh... " she gasped around the thick, iron-hard staff buried to the hilt in her wetly burning lips. Laurie knew what was about to happen. Once she had thought it the most obscene, vile thing imaginable. But now she wanted nothing but for this... this Indian, this criminal, who had made a slave of her, to pump his hot, sweet cum into her mouth, to fill her belly with it, and to hell with what Bill thought.

For a moment she took her straining lips away from the huge cock-head and looked with blurred vision up at the lewdly grinning man. She hated him for what he had made her into... and she needed him. "Cum... cum... oh, cummm... " Her soft lips ovalling widely, she dropped her beautiful face over his loins again, sucking furiously, using her tongue in ways she had never before imagined possible.

And then she felt it happening. He was going to cum in her yearning mouth!

Her eyes narrowed to slits, Laurie saw his sperm-filled balls tighten up to his groin, and then his fleshy shaft was ballooning inside her cheeks, the head of his massively pulsating cock becoming immense, ballooning until she thought she would choke as she strained to suck it deep into her throat. His heartbeat, as felt through his penis, speeded up until she thought he might die from the excitement.

And then, through the thick tube on the underside of his throbbing penis, she felt the first heated jets of sperm boil from his loins.

It gushed and squirted into her avidly-sucking mouth, filling her cheeks, hot and salty and so pungent--all maleness--and she eagerly tried to swallow it and keep sucking as each succeeding gush spurted between her lips.

Her throat burned with the alien taste of it. She could feel it all the way to her belly and, her lips tight around his wildly jerking cock, she moaned and wished that someone would fill her cunt now... it would be so wonderful to have a long hard penis in her love-starved pussy too while one fucked her tortured mouth. But there was no one...

She sucked and swallowed and, still unable to free her hands, slavishly licked at the slowly-softening penis until Snake pulled back from her mouth grinning.

A thin, viscous string of white cum trailed from her tongue to the end of his wetly glistening cock.

"Oooooohhh... " Laurie moaned, bending forward as far as she could, her tongue outstretched.

With a grin, Snake brought his genitals close enough for Laurie to eagerly lick every taste of his sperm from them. He reached out with his slender fingers and almost kindly tousled her hair.

"I knew you'd like sucking cocks," he said in lewd triumph. That's how you really get to know a man." Then, suddenly, as though he had forgotten important business, the Indian shouted: "Danny! Bear! You find that Crystal Black yet?"

There were heavy footsteps on the stairs and the two sidekicks, who had been watching from the stairway, appeared, their faces stretched with lewd grins. Snake was plain murder, but he always let his men have a piece of the action.

"Sorry, Snake, damned if we can find her," Bear said, his rugged face half-apologetic, half-blooded with anticipation of what he might do to the beautiful young brunette. "We searched the whole upstairs and she's just not in this house. We searched the basement too. There's another door down there where she could have gotten out."

"That fucking cunt? Where would she go in that storm?"

"Snake, there's no place she could go except to our cabin."

"That fucking Samantha!" Snake shouted. "The lesbian bitch has done it to us! Crystal Black must be at the cabin, and by now Samantha has got Crystal tongue-fucked out of her mind! Cunt, cunt cunt! Why do I keep getting tangled up with cunt!"

"You seemed to be enjoying it a few minutes ago," Danny said slyly, looking at the now ashamedly weeping form of Laurie, who was softly sobbing even as her tongue licked the last drops of Snake's cum from her lips. "You want we should go back to the cabin and look for this Crystal broad?"

"Wait just a moment," Snake said, again in control of himself. He looked at Bill Hollis without mercy and said: "You see what your sister is? A beautiful cocksucker! Now that I've educated her she may be able to turn you on again in the future. And it would seem only reasonable that you would help me find the map and deed."

"You're a dead Indian," Bill Hollis said. He spaced the words far apart.

"Not very sporting," said Snake. He looked at the two men who stood eagerly awaiting his next order. He knew they wanted the beautiful brunette, and he knew she was ready for them, ready for anything they could devise. Damn, but she was hot! But then, any broad who would break the incest taboo had to be. If Hollis had balls he would have been able to develop her natural hot streak! But Hollis had balls for fighting, not for women, Snake reflected.

A woman could tip him right over on his ass. Just like that hot little bitch of a sister and that crazy cunt Crystal Black had both done!

Snake thought for a moment. It was possible Hollis didn't have the damn map, and didn't know where Crystal Black had stashed them. He knew about Crystal. She would go whichever way the wind blew. He knew about Sammy Archer, too. Archer was one tough bastard, but Archer had more important business elsewhere at the moment. And Archer was not unreasonable. If he, Snake, ripped off this whole cheapass operation and managed to find the damned mine-and there sure was a mess of gold just waiting down there, somewhere, for the first guy with the brains to use the best modem equipment to gouge it out of the earth--Sammy Archer would be satisfied with a split of the profits.

So, from the practical angle, get the two cunts working against each other and both of them working for him, whether they knew it or not.

Crystal had split, and the only place she could have gone was to the other cabin. So she was with Samantha, for better or worse.

Well, Sam had a lot going for her. Queer as shit, but she could handle women, which was the only reason he took her along. He had never been able to understand Samantha.

Half Indian, half-French, she was the wildest, most imaginative fucking he had ever found. She turned on to a cock in her cunt or her anus or her mouth, turned on to whips, to dogs... everything!

And she wasn't faking it.

No way she faked. He knew women well enough. And he knew Samantha would spit on the best cock in the world to walk off with some shop girl who probably hadn't changed her panties for a week.

He made up his mind. He would go to the other cabin and find out just what, was going on. Meanwhile, Danny and Bear would watch things here. He turned to the still-straining Bill Hollis and spoke calmly, knowing he was going to have to teach the infuriated son of a bitch who was boss.

"I can keep these animals away from your sister. But you have to give me what I want," Snake said.

"You bastard! I can't give it to you!"

"Fuck her," Snake said quietly to the two eager men. "But save her asshole for me. I'm going to find Crystal, and you can have her anyway."

"Can I make her suck?" Danny asked.

"She loves to suck. Just put it where she can reach it."

The two Indians began to laugh as they shed their clothes, and then Danny called out: "Hey, I sure could use a little hooch, Snake!"

"You want a drink, go look for one. There must be some stashed away here."

Sick with remorse at her own lewdness, knowing her brother lay helpless only a few feet away. Laurie Hollis watched the big, bronze-skinned man peel back the thick foreskin of his lust-hardened penis.

Unable to free herself, the naked young woman obediently opened her mouth. As soon as the bulbous head passed her quivering lips, she sucked.

And in less than five seconds, she forgot her brother, forgot everything except the masochistic pleasure of her degraded position."

"Man, she sure likes the taste of cock," the one called Danny said as he watched Bear's thick penis sliding wetly in and out of Laurie's mouth. Bear was teasing her, pulling it back so only the tip touched her wetly slavering lips. Laurie groaned in frustration and strained forward to reach the mushroom-shaped head and as the man moved toward her, her mouth ovalled urgently to lock around the ridge of the tip end like a tightly gripping elastic band. "Don't cum yet-make her work for it! I'll go find us somethin' to drink. Way she's doin' you, I dunno whether to fuck her or let her suck me too!"

"Man, when this white chick gets through emptying my cock, her belly is gonna be so full, it'll look like she swallowed a watermelon--no place for you to dump your load! You'd better fuck her cunt--but get that booze first, man!"

With a chuckle of anticipation, Danny went in search of the whiskey. Bill Hollis felt a hatred he never thought possible building in him... a hatred for these men, and now for Laurie, who was worse than any whore he had ever seen in Saigon, as she eagerly sucked on the long, red cock deeply buried in her mouth.

He vowed he would kill them all, somehow. He would get himself free and kill them all with his bare hands, put his fingers around their throats slowly, painfully strangle them. But there was no way he could do it yet. He had to endure this and wait his chance...

Danny was back with the case of Wild Turkey. He pulled a bottle from the case and pried the cork,, drinking deeply before passing it to his friend. Bear, without taking his rigidly pistoning cock from Laurie's sucking mouth, gulped the fiery liquid down like it was tea, while the girl's head bobbed hungrily over his loins. He said, "Hey, ! babe, you want a little taste?"

Her lips urgently sluicing up and down the length of his rampant staff, Laurie shook her head, feeling the hot pulsing thickness of him roll on her tongue. She continued to suck, wanting him to cum, fill her mouth and scald her throat with his semen, bloat her clenching belly. Just the thought of how depraved she must appear to the men excited her, and she felt herself actually beginning to cum, her liquid passion seeping from the flowering lips of her wetly throbbing cunt. From the corner of her eyes she could see Danny grinning lewdly, and the tortured, rage-contorted face of the brother she was so wantonly betraying. She wished she could die... felt she deserved to die... yet she couldn't help herself. The way she hadn't been able to help herself the first time she had been fucked by her own brother. She wanted a huge, lust-hardened cock in her pussy and one in her mouth at the same time. Abruptly, she lifted her voracious mouth from the hot thick spear of dark flesh and mumbled her plea in an almost drugged voice.

"Fuck me!" she begged. The massive length of Danny's heavily throbbing cock swayed inches from her big, dark eyes. "Fuck it up in me! NOW!!!!!!"

"God, girl, you sure beg for cock!" Danny said, hardly believing what he heard. "You're so damned pretty, I'll do even better!"

He moved to crawl on the floor behind the naked young woman, jerking her hips high, pressing her knees apart cruelly with his muscular thighs. The slender, hair-fringed lips of her cunt flexed and beckoned urgently. Slowly he took his rigid hardness in hand and rubbed the bulbous tip up and down the soft, wetly heated furrow of her flesh, hearing her moan ecstatically around the penis that was now once again sliding deep into her throat until Bear's heavy, hairy balls were brushing her lust-contorted face. She really wanted it-he had never known a bitch to want to be fucked so much. This beautiful white girl was something he had never imagined, even in his wildest lewdest dreams.

Danny was not by nature a cruel man, although he had killed, so far as he .could remember, thirty-two men, and castrated a man once--but that was business. And there were times when nothing made a woman so tender as beating her to a pulp, like a good hunk of steak.

But this one didn't deserve a beating. She needed a good, wild fuck. And there was nothing greater than fucking a woman into soft, pliable putty, making her beg and scream for more and more and more until she just passed out from pure pleasure and exhaustion.

Now Laurie was squirming and moaning and rolling her smooth fleshy ass-cheeks around, rocking back even as Bear's cock plunged deep into her urgently-sucking mouth. "Damn," he called out, "her tiny little asshole sure looks nice!" That's what he really wanted to sink his throbbing cock into, but Snake had told him he wanted it saved, and if you fucked with Snake, you were as good as dead!

Well, there was still a hell of a lot more cock-begging flesh to take care of! Danny pressed forward until the lust-gorged head of his penis slipped between the tender lips of the tight moist pussy. The heated flesh seemed to be sucking his long hard thickness deep into its depths, and he heard Laurie sigh with pleasure at just this little bit of cock. How would it be when he finally fucked the whole thing to her tight, virginal little asshole? Man, she would scream! But she'd have to wait, because he had a real treat in store for her.

He picked up the bottle of Wild Turkey and drank deeply, rolling the burning bourbon around on his tongue. Then he drew back and with his big bronze hands pulled her trembling ass-cheeks apart, and his thumbs spread the pulsing lips of her lust-swollen cunt open. His eyes feasted on the coral-hued inner flesh until he could no longer stand the temptation.

With a moan of anticipation, he plunged his face down between her quaking thighs, his long, red tongue wetly sliding up and down the hair-lined pink furrow, tasting her, licking her succulent pussy juice away. He heard her moan and felt her taut buttocks grind wantonly back against his dark face. She trembled uncontrollably, her entire nakedly kneeling body jerking against her bonds, her smooth white belly spasming, the jiggling mounds of her proud young breasts swaying as the nipples became even harder and longer. With his elbows, Danny pressed her straining thighs even farther apart and fucked his tongue deep into her heatedly twitching cuntal passage, working the tip like a snake works its tongue.

Damn! Nobody ate her pussy before! he realized suddenly. And this sure is eatin' pussy!

Somewhere nearby he could hear Bill Hollis screaming obscenities and threats at him. Danny pulled his wet face away from the deliciously pulsing cunt for a moment and grinned.

"Man, there's lots of nice things you ain't given your sweet sister here!"

He took a mouthful of the potent bourbon. It burned even his experienced tongue. Then, his cheeks bloated, he bent to the girl's wetly gaping vagina and slowly spread her pussy-lips again.

His thick-lipped mouth closed over their sweetness and, with a well-learned skill, he squirted the liquor into the deepest depths of her cunt.

"Aaaaaauuuggghhhhhh!" Laurie cried out, her head jerking away from the cock she had been so eagerly sucking. Liquid fire was spreading through her belly! She had never felt anything like this in her life! It burned, and the tongue which swirled around her tender cuntal flesh was driving her mad! The tongue was fucking in and out of her, arousing every nerve-end, and she knew now she was hopelessly lost.

Then the tongue slipped from her, and an instant later she felt the thick rigid penis of the man called Danny rip into the flexing lips of her fiery pussy, sending great waves of tender pink flesh ahead of it as it rammed up into her bourbon-filled cunt with one smooth stroke. His sperm-laden balls slapped hard down against her widespread ass-cheeks and against her hotly quivering clitoris.

"Oooooo! My God!" She cried.

She could feel the hot liquor sluicing from her widely-distended cunt as the Indian gripped her churning hips tight in his hard hands and began to fuck deeply up into her. With each stroke, the bulbous head of his rampant cock smacked further into the mouth of her womb. Oh God! It was horrible... it was heavenly. Nothing had ever felt so insanely pleasurable before, and as she gasped in lewd delight, Bear's hands caught the young brunette's head and pulled it toward his loins again, and plunged his thick straining penis deep into her willing throat.

It felt as if her hotly throbbing cunt was on fire... and she wanted it to go on and on until they both spewed their sperm into the different ends of her defenseless body. Laurie sucked with her lips and cheeks and slavishly ran her tongue around the rigidly pulsing cock in her mouth, trying not to lose an instant of the wild sensation she was feeling as her cunt was so hotly filled.

They buffeted her naked form back and forth between them. As she rocked forward, the thick penis between her lips slid so deeply into the hot cavern of her mouth and throat that she almost choked. And as strong hands gripped her wantonly grinding buttocks, pulling her back, she felt the other rod of hard male flesh plunge mercilessly into her grateful cunt.

She had no idea of how long the two Indians fucked her between them before, at the same time, she felt both cocks swelling, ballooning in her mouth and pussy, and she knew they were going to cum, to finally fill and reward her. Urgently, she drew on the thick pole of flesh between her lips, and experimentally clamped her internal muscles down on the one boring relentlessly into her vagina from behind as she gyrated her buttocks in complete abandonment and humped back, wanting to have every inch of the rampant maleness inside her.

The two wildly jerking cocks began to ejaculate simultaneously.

Hot spuming cum gushed into her voraciously sucking mouth, and she gulped it down eagerly, feeling it coat her throat and building into a great shimmering pool of bliss in her rippling belly. And then, as Danny wildly jackhammered into her wide-stretched pussy, another flood of sperm spewed into her expanded cuntal passage--hot, but still cooling to her brutalized flesh after the burning bourbon. Laurie knelt in eager subservience between the two bronze-skinned men, her lips still tightly locked around the deflating cock in her mouth, her tight little pussy convulsing in orgasm as she drained every bit of sperm from Danny. Her mind was a blur as her nakedly kneeling body quaked with the wild, mindlessly beautiful climax their cumming had triggered in her. Dimly, she could hear Bill's enraged voice, but she couldn't make out the words.

She knew he must hate her, hate her for responding to these two strangers when she hadn't responded to him in a long time. She hated herself for being the most wanton slut imaginable. First incest--and now this! The only consoling thought was that if he hadn't been busy sodomizing Crystal Black, none of this might have ever happened.

"We don't have to keep this white princess tied," Danny said. "She seems pretty damn happy, as long as we still got the cock and the balls to use cock." He looked over at her wildly struggling brother and laughed.

"How about that, white princess?"

Laurie looked at the two. She told herself they were 'tough men, uneducated men--that they would have used any woman as they had used her. The savage lust which had earlier gripped her was fading now; and she admitted to herself that she had been as bad, or worse, than Danny and Bear. She could not have fought them, but she had enjoyed what they did to her, enjoyed humiliating Bill because of what he had done with Crystal. And the pleasure had been undeniably fantastic! Her perspective returned. She began to think rationally again, and make plans.

"I won't make trouble," she said. She smiled with lips which still glistened with semen, and tasted it in her mouth. "I can't go very far anyway. And I can fuck better with my hands and legs free."

"You no-good cocksucking whore!" Bill screamed. His face was black with rage and he struggled futilely against his bonds. "So goddamn cold with me, but the minute you get a chance to suck Indian cock... " Even as he spoke, the two men were freeing her. Laurie sat up on the floor, feeling the bourbon and cum ooze down the inside of her wearily trembling thighs.

She let Bill rave on like a madman while she rubbed circulation back into her limbs. She saw one bottle of Wild Turkey was already empty, and that Danny and Bear were showing signs of both the fiery liquid and the use of her body. She tried to open a second bottle as Bill continued his tirade. Danny pulled the cork with his teeth and handed her the bottle. She drank, gagging at the taste of the liquor, and then passed it to the two men.

Each tipped it straight up and by the time it was handed back to her, Laurie saw it was already half empty. They were a bit unsteady on their feet as the storm continued to whip viciously at the windows. Still naked, she carried the bottle to the kitchen sink. She found a glass and mixed a weak drink and sipped it as Danny came up to drink from the neck of the bottle again.

She reached down and fondled his long flaccid penis. Within seconds it began getting hard again!

"You cock-sucking whore!" Bill Hollis shouted, then spat in her direction.

"I don't like what my brother's calling me," she said.

"No way to speak to a lady."

With a swift motion, one sharp flick of the wrist, Laurie smashed the bottle and with a scream flung herself at Bill Hollis. Although they had been drinking, both Danny and Bear blocked her, grabbing her nakedly' struggling body while she yelled curses at Bill which she had never in her life thought she would utter.

Even as they grasped her, she flung the jagged neck of the bottle at the helplessly-bound figure of her brother. The sharp glass slid across the deck and lodged under his body and she saw a thin trickle of blood begin to spread.

With her dark eyes, she tried to send a message.

And then she surrendered to the strength of the two rough Indians.

"He fucked Crystal Black in the ass," she gasped. "Put his prick in her ass--and even his balls in her cunt! I HATE HIM!!!"

"Cool it," Danny said. "Just cool off baby doll."

Slowly they let her feet touch the floor again and she stood unsupported, but still restrained by their strong hands. They thought she had gone berserk. She tossed her dark mane of hair and said: "You can let go... I'm all right now."

She forced herself to reach out and touch their now-growing cocks, rubbing them and pumping and squeezing the hot, hardening flesh, looking down to see the thick foreskins rolling back and forth over the burgeoning heads. They were becoming iron-hard under the touch of her delicate, slim fingers. She looked into their eyes and saw the lust rising, and she said seductively: "I'm glad someone appreciates I'm a woman."

"You're one hell of a woman," Bear said.

"Then let's go fuck some more," Laurie said, her voice husky. Her dark hair swirled as she glanced at the bleeding form of her brother. "But not with that watching... let's go upstairs to the bedroom where there's a big soft bed. I want you to show me every way there is to fuck! Three of us together!"

"I got one hell of a peace pipe to give you, white princess," Danny said with a gleaming grin... Let's go. Bear, grab the Wild Turkey and I'll take the bird."

CHAPTER SIX

Bill Hollis worked the sharp edged neck of the bottle around until he could hold it between his heels and saw at the rope that bound his wrists.

So his sister was on his side after all, the goddamned filthy whore! But at least she hadn't intended to kill him with the shattered bottle. He had known from the look in her eyes that she had given it to him for a weapon.

She'd save his skin, but she was still a no good fucking slut who had loved getting fucked in every opening by those two filthy Indians. And it had been a long time since he had excited her that way, that was for sure. Even now, he could hear his sister cry out in pleasure from upstairs as the two Indian cutthroats fucked her.

He would kill them all in time, these men who had turned his sister into such a wanton whore, Bill Hollis promised himself as he worked on the nylon cords. He might kill Laurie too, but he knew he had to do it all just right or the authorities would be down on him like hungry wolves. There was no mistaking the mind-reeling fact that Laurie, whether against her will or not, enjoyed the lewd subjugation they forced on her.

Damn it. He knew there was something crazy about that broad from the start... always, the subtle feeling that a girl who would screw her own brother was half-crazy. But she loved him so, and in his way he had loved her. Till she turned so cold and became nothing but a fucking drag.

Well, at least she had made it possible for him to escape.

The rope binding his wrists was yielding to the sharp glass, and it was only moments before he freed his ankles and stood, rubbing the circulation into his limbs. He tried to shut his ears against the obscene sounds of uninhibited passion coming from upstairs. Moving silently, he slipped into the kitchen and armed himself with a huge butcher knife. Then silently, he began to creep upstairs to the bedroom.

The door was ajar about two inches, and he was able to see in without being seen. The action and situation stopped his advance instantly.

Squirming wildly on the bed, his sister was arching her back and crying out still another sexual completion while Danny furiously pumped his long thick cock into her wetly clasping cunt. Her long, smooth legs were wrapped tightly around his back in unmistakable desire and her fingernails were gouging blood trails of passion in his lean back as he labored over her. The cords of her neck and wide-splayed thighs stood out like steel cables as she furiously fucked up, sliding her lubricious cunt-mouth along the wetly-shining cock that plunged deep into her hot flesh, and in that instant, Bill Hollis saw Danny jerk and his entire body shake as she shot his hot churning sperm up into the quaking belly of the impaled young brunette. Thick streams of their mingled cum squirted from the grasping lips of his sister's pussy as the nakedly entwined figures collapsed, spent, on the bed. Her head rolled on the pillow, dark hair tangled, and when her eyes opened, they were glazed, unseeing.

"Fuck me some more," Laurie mumbled.

"I'm just fucked out now, but Bear here can take care of you," Danny mumbled as he pulled away from her, his softening penis slipping from her clutching pussy with a wet, sluicing sound, leaving a string of cum on the sheets. "Lookit that cock he's got all ready and waiting just for you, white princess!"

Laurie's all-too-apparent desire for more cock was one of the factors which stopped Bill Hollis from bursting into the room and wielding his knife, plunging it into their stinking bodies. He had to find out if she really wanted to be fucked out of her mind by these savages, and he had experience enough to know for sure, once he saw another cock plunge into her voluptuous young body, the body that had once been only his, the body of the sister he once loved more than any other being on the earth.

Before she had been bound like a slave, and there was no way she could have resisted with any hope of success. Just the sheer helplessness of her position could have driven her temporarily insane.

Well he would watch closely now, and he would know for sure.

Of course, there was one factor in her favor. Bear was standing over the bed with a gun, not pointing it at anything in particular, but treating it like a toy. Bill Hollis knew the weapon was fully loaded, and he could see he had the safety off. Three ounces of pressure on the trigger would be the end for Laurie if he took aim.

With pained and unbelieving eyes, he saw his sister, her long legs wide apart in lewd invitation, the dark-haired furrow of her pussy dripping with semen, roll on her side and whorishly, without hesitation, reach out to fondle the overlong, thick penis that jutted sharply upward from Bear's loins. He saw her delicate white fingers peel back the thick foreskin to reveal the thick, purplish head.

Slowly, Laurie used the rod of flesh like a handle to pull the Indian closer to the side of the bed. Her pale pink lips glistened as she guided the huge throbbing tip between them and she sucked half the thick shaft of flesh into the hot wet cavern of her mouth, while her cheeks went hollow with her urgent sucking. Her brown hair swirled as she gulped at the thug's penis, and her hand moved to cup the curly-haired sac below, while obscene slurping sounds came from her tightly-ovalled lips. Unbelieving, Bill stared for several minutes, until, with furious licking of her little pink tongue, Laurie looked up and pleaded, "I want it in my cunt."

With a grin, Bear handed the pistol to Danny and climbed between the woman's wide-opened legs.

Deftly, Laurie's hands encircled his saliva-coated cock and guided it between the inflamed lips of her still hungrily pulsing pussy, rubbing it obscenely over the distended little nipple of her clitoris for a moment before placing it at the rim of the tight, wet hole that led up into her belly.

"Stick it in," she cried. "Please! Fuck me!"

With one savage lunge, the Indian drove his heavy hips down to the stretched "vee" of her loins, feeling her cuntal flesh yield in great rippling waves and then close around his rampant cock like a soft, hot rubber glove. Laurie's long legs, pale against his darker body, scissored out and then locked furiously around his muscular back as he began to fuck her with long, fast strokes, the weight of his sperm-filled balls smacking the open crack of her trembling buttocks.

"Oooooohhhhhh... my God!" the girl cried as the moaning of desire from Crystal's ravenous mouth.

Danny had the gun now. He grinned as his friend wildly fucked into the girl whose skin was so beautifully pale. A piece like this hardly ever came their way!

Heartsick as he was enraged, still knowing he could not go up against the gun with any hope of success, Bill Hollis slipped away from the door.

They could wait. The bastards might fuck themselves to death.

He had to deal with Crystal Black.

And some queer broad named Samantha.

And how many others? Were there more men in Snake's gang than Bill knew about. Probably.

Bill Hollis went back downstairs. As far as he was concerned, Laurie could fuck herself out of her hypocritical mind with the two Indians. One thing he was sure of--she was enjoying it--more wildly passionate than he had ever seen her.

Every few minutes he felt a spell of dizziness from the blows he had taken, and his normally strong body was weakened. Bill knew he would not be worth a damn in a fight at that moment, but somehow, he was going to have to deal with Snake. There was a snowmobile parked outside, but Hollis decided not to take it. Better to sneak up quietly on the other cabin while they thought he was still tied up over here.

Still holding the butcher knife in his hand, he quietly slipped out of the cabin, and made his way through the snow, towards the distant lights of the other cabin.

It took him at least twenty minutes to walk the distance in the heavily falling snow, fighting the forceful winds, to reach the cabin. There was a light in a side window and he stood beside it, back pressed to the wall, to see whatever could be seen.

It didn't take long to grasp the situation.

Crystal Black and some broad with sleek black hair were in the sack. That must be Samantha, he figured.

They were eating each other, sixty-nining head to toe, with their hot thighs clamped around each other's faces, their tongues wildly digging and licking, their sensuous mouths sucking each other's pussies. He could hear their moans and groans and grunts and the liquid sounds of their passion.

The two young, beautiful women rolled and tossed on the bed, insatiable in their lust for each other.

Samantha had never seen a girl come out as strong as Crystal Black had. The girl's tongue was like a racing lizard slithering up and down the hot lips of her cunt and then over the tit of her clitoris, only to slide wetly away with a butterfly motion and then ram deep into her seething pussy.

Crystal, for once treated like more than a common piece of meat that might be thrown to the wolves at any minute, luxuriated in the tender touch of the other woman's fingers and lips. But she had to keep the woman's tongue around her clit and asshole and away from her pussy. No matter how wonderful it felt!

She felt Samantha's hands sliding, the fingers dancing along her spine, finding every nerve center and erogenous zone, making her entire body tingle with a delight she'd never known before. She had forgotten how many times she had cum wildly, and Samantha with her.

She knew this couldn't last--that for a lousy thing like gold they would not hesitate to kill each other--for the moment, though, it was beautiful, and she was sensualist enough to enjoy it.

Urgently, she speared her tongue into the wetly heated depths of Samantha's wide-open cunt, tasting the savory pussy juices, and she thought: How the hell do I get through to Sammy Archer?

Bill Hollis, completely unaware of the cold winds, watched in amazement as the two girls thrashed and jerked and moaned, as they reached their orgasms together and weakly fell apart.

"Good show, isn't it?"

At the instant he heard the words, Bill Hollis felt the muzzle of a gun digging hard into his shoulder blade, even through his thick buffalo-hide jacket.

"Now, drop that ridiculous butcher knife."

Hollis let the weapon fall silently into the snow The gun moved away and he knew he had foolishly trapped himself again as Snake asked: "Did you kill those two animals?"

"No."

"But you got away. Interesting. Resourceful... Now, why don't you just go inside, and warm up a bit?"

Snake put the gun back into his holster and let Hollis lead the way into the house.

"Well," Snake said, as they seated themselves before the fireplace, "Do we go into business together?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hollis slowly got to his feet, aware that Snake's hand was never more than a split second away from his holster." It was nighttime now, Bill noticed, having missed the subtle change from grey to black. He couldn't get an accurate reading on this man who called himself Snake.

"It's time the little brother grew up," Snake said as he lit a Rothman's. "You thought the trip between you and your sister was pretty far out... but you can see now it was only child's play... "He grinned and gestured to the adjoining room. "You see Crystal Black? You buggered her and thought she loved it. Well, she may have--but she loves eating cunt more. You've just got your head all fucked up with women, Bill."

"You motherfucking, cuntsucking son of a bitch!"

"Now you begin to face reality," Snake said. "Curse me now, but in time you'll realize... now, should we talk about business? I don't think we need Sammy Archer."

"I don't get it."

"Sammy's backing you, but believe me, in the end he'll fuck you royally. Look at how he's stranded you out here in the middle of nowhere. He could let you fuck around in the dark out here for a year, letting you search around in the ice and snow for a year, and when you finally did find the mine, he'd steal it right away from all of you. Now, is that or is it not Sammy Archer?"

"Sammy is tricky," Bill admitted.

"Then let's talk business. If we agree, the first thing we have to do is somehow get the map and deed... " He stomped out the cigarette on the plank floor. "You really don't know where those maps are?"

"No. No way. Why don't you just make your deal with Crystal?"

"The deal is already being made," Snake said, as Bill remembered the sight of her blonde head buried in the midnight black bush."

The bedroom door was open a crack, and Hollis moved toward it for one last look. He could see Crystal on her knees, her face again buried between the pale white thighs of the raven-haired Samantha, her tongue eagerly searching in the soft folds of her cunt. Her hands were stroking Samantha's smooth loins, and he could hear the wet licking sounds and the moaning of desire from Crystal's ravenous mouth. Samantha laughed softly and raised her legs until her knees were pressing against the high, firm globes of her breasts, and Bill could see the tight puckered ring of her anus fully exposed.

Crystal pried the already-spread ass-cheeks apart and burrowed her face between them. The pink tip of her tongue eagerly circled Samantha's anus, wetting it, and then rammed deep up inside. As the lesbian screamed in rapture, Crystal's lips came down on the pale white flesh and began to suck furiously while her tongue delved and sought the liquid that began to stream into them. Samantha arched her back, raising herself, and Crystal's nose slid up into her wet cuntal opening, nostrils flaring. Her fingers strayed over Samantha's tossing body, finding her breasts, tweaking the nipples to rigid long hard spikes.

Samantha spread her wet ass-cheeks even wider as she slowly raised her splayed legs and, with the skill of a contortionist, locked her ankles around her own head, fully opening her wide-spread cunt lips to the blonde girl's all-devouring tongue as it slithered deep up into her inwardly sucking little asshole.

Samantha thought: I've never brought out such a hot chick as this one. Nobody has! And then she began screaming out her tenth wildly bursting cum in less than five minutes.

* * *

Bill Hollis and Snake faced each other before the fireplace like two English gentlemen discussing the stock market.

Bill had been forced to consider what the man who called himself Snake had said. Sammy was running this operation on the cheap, and Sammy was not to be trusted. At any rate, Hollis really had little choice now but to go along.

But Hollis didn't want to just hand the whole bundle over to Snake. "It looks like you don't have a much better set up than I have," he said.

"Considering you killed one of my men, I am short, but there are more on the way... Now, let's see what we can work out."

"I can't get you the damned maps. I've looked myself, but Crystal did a hell of a job hiding them. You'll have to beat it out of her."

"I'll leave that to Samantha--she has better ways. Now, this is what I propose. You're a natural leader and so am I... my men are strong and loyal but they have no brains. And not only do I know these woods, but I have a computer directed mining crew just waiting to dig out all that nice gold--and I have people waiting to take it off my hands in exchange for some nice fat currency. No point giving the government twenty-five percent of what we dig up. I can get it away, and we'll even give Sammy Archer a piece to keep him off our backs. I'll pick up the expenses.

"Sounds all right," Bill said. "Keep talking." They talked for more than an hour, while Bill tried not to think of what his sister was doing. Finally he said: "It's a deal."

"Good." Snake grinned and offered his hand. And then he said: "Let's seal it with a fuck. You take Samantha. Get her down on the bed and shove your prick into her mouth. Don't let her suck-just fuck her mouth! The only way she turns on with a man is to be treated like shit. And I want to try that Crystal Black's asshole."

They entered the bedroom and pulled the two women, now nakedly drowsing in each other's arms, apart. Samantha fought at first, but after a couple of slaps across the face, her mouth turned to soft, hot butter within seconds after Bill's raging cock slid the length of her tongue and deep into her throat. Her lips ovalled tightly around it as he fucked furiously into her beautiful face and she quickly surrendered, and began sucking like a mad woman.

There is nothing like fucking two girls together to make friends, Bill thought. Once Samantha and Crystal surrendered to the inevitable, they had joined with apparent enjoyment in the action.

Samantha wasn't too hard to understand. She was just one of those wild chicks who digs it any way it comes--and she sure knew how to make it cum!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Laurie Hollis did not like the new partnership. In fact, she detested it. She had risked her life to save Bill, and instead of avenging her cruel rape, he had joined the enemy-not only in the search for the lost gold mine, but in bed.

Why, her brother was practically ignoring her. He didn't seem to give a damn what happened. Danny and Bear came to consider her their personal property. They would fuck her at least twice a day, or would push her to her knees and order her to suck their cocks.

What she hated to admit to herself was that at times she loved it, at times would even whisper lewd invitations to them, wanting their long thick cocks inside her, wanting to taste the hot pungent sperm flooding from their lust-swollen shafts.

Both Samantha and Crystal made passes at her too, and at times she was tempted, not through any desire for a lesbian experience, but to see if such a thing would finally shock Bill into some indication he cared what happened to her. But as yet, Laurie had not yielded to the women.

A week after Bill and Snake had formed the partnership, three men arrived by helicopter, dark swarthy men, two Portuguese and one French Canadian. They seemed to talk every language in this crummy cabin but English, but Laurie suspected they understood that language perfectly.

For some reason that Laurie did not fully understand, the new men had been ordered to keep their hands off the women. It caused a new kind of tension in the house, and Bill Hollis did not like the idea of having them around, but they were hard workers, dumb and, outwardly anyway, obedient to the orders of either him or Snake. Probably, he figured, they were no worse than the men that Sammy Archer was allegedly sending.

And where the hell was Sammy? Twice a week they would check with the post office in town, but not a word had come through.

But every day, the five men, Bear and Danny and the three new arrivals, would comb the surrounding area at Crystal's direction, looking for evidence of the lost mine. Sometimes Bill thought it was crazy to look in the snow, but Snake told him the fallen leaves and forest debris would obscure it just as much in spring, and there'd be people around in the summer, campers, other miners, poachers. And sometimes Bill would make forages out into the forest himself on a hunch or following up something he might have noticed on another day that looked somehow odd or different. So far, nothing had turned up, but they hadn't been at it long enough to get discouraged.

Alone now, he walked toward the cabin they had first lived in when they had arrived. He was surprised, but only mildly so, to find as he approached it and peered through the window, that Laurie was there alone with the French Canadian, whose name was Luc. Luc was a huge hulk of a man, and he seemed always to have his eye on whichever woman was in sight. Bill opened the door to the cabin silently. He was strangely relieved when he heard helpless cries of protest and pleading from Laurie. So she had not come here with him willingly!

In the bedroom adjoining the living room downstairs, Bill could see through the open doorway. Laurie was stark naked, bent over the bed as he himself had forced Crystal to bend over the kitchen table a long time ago.

The man was holding her immobile, his muscular arm tight around her neck as Laurie struggled futilely. His heavily muscled and darkly hair legs had pried her slender thighs wide apart, baring the tiny ring of her asshole.

Against the tender flesh, the thick head of his cock pressed relentlessly, and Bill Hollis could see the muscles of his back and buttocks straining as he tried to force entry. Suddenly, his hand smacked across the smooth, clenched buttocks of Laurie, and she cried out in sharp pain. But in that instant the tight elastic circle of her sphincter yielded and, with one lunge, Luc jammed his thick, iron-hard cock to its base in the tortured girl's anus, ramming into her so hard his balls smacked against the upturned cheeks of her violated ass.

"Aaaaaauuuuuuggghhhhhh!" Laurie cried out. It felt like a bar of red-hot steel was slipping up into her defenseless rectum", ripping her apart, pushing waves of never-touched flesh ahead of it. She nearly fainted from the pain of this unnatural ravishment. Then it withdrew slightly and rammed into her again, splitting her tortured anus even wider and she could only cry out, "Ooohhh! My God! You're killing me!"

"You don't like, Americaine?" the French Canadian said, as he began to fuck into her. "Chalice. How I love to fuck your American ass! Move it!"

Even had she wanted to, Laurie could not have obeyed the obscene command. She was terribly impaled and her mind was dissolving in a red sheet of pain. She had never imagined anything could feel like this--and even as the thought passed through her head she felt him pause and flex the huge organ, and perversely, it felt good to her. It might not be bad if only he would hold still for a minute, let her adjust to the length and hot thickness of his cock. Involuntarily, she found her anal muscles relax, and then tighten around him. If only he had not been so rough, jamming himself into her that way! Not that she would ever willingly have allowed herself to be sodomized, but if it had to happen she might have been able to accept it. Recalling how Crystal Black had so obviously enjoyed it when Bill did this to her, Laurie told herself it had to be pleasurable once you got used to it. Unconsciously, she humped back and rotated her nakedly rounded buttocks, feeling his long surging penis grind inside her tender flesh.

She began to moan, in mingled pain and pleasure. "Oooooohhhhhh!"

"You goddamned motherfucker!"

The roaring words crashed in her ears, breaking the spell, shattering Laurie's ability to accept what was happening. Twisting her head as the restraining pressure of Luc's arm relaxed, she saw her brother burst into the room, grabbing Luc's long hair and jerking him backward with insane fury. At the same instant, she felt the reaming cock slip from her straining back passage with a wet, popping sound, and she stumbled, falling to the floor.

It was a short but furious fight. The lust-driven French Canadian was taken completely by surprise, and had no chance to defend himself. Bill Hollis's fists and the knife edges of his hard hands, turned the other's face to pulp within seconds. Laurie was sure she could hear bones breaking, and suddenly the room was red with spurting blood from Luc's mouth and nose. Bill savagely caught his hair again and jerked his head down, bending him double and at the same time brought a hard knee up. Teeth spewed like shotgun pellets as Luc tried futilely to defend himself against the enraged brother. Bill's knee came up again, this time burying itself in the other's testicles.

With a cry of agony, Luc fell to his knees. Bill, his face black with anger, grabbed him by the hair of his head and dragged him like a sack of wheat to the door. Without hesitation, he tossed him as if he were as light as a pillow, out into the snow where he rolled several feet to the edge of the hill, then down, down, leaving a bright red trail on the clean white snow.

Moments later, Bill could hear the cry of the wolves, as they banded together and dashed out into the clearing in a dense pack. And then the French Canadian was screaming, as the wolves fought each other to reach the body, and the snow all around him turned bright red.

Laurie, watching from the window, was sick with horror as she watched the savage death of the man who had violated her rectum. She saw the now-cooling rage on Bill's face. Bits of pieces of bone and human flesh were being dragged about in the snow by the fierce animals as, shuddering, the beautiful brunette covered her eyes and turned from the window' "Sorry you had to see that," her brother said. "Sorry about a hell of a lot of things."

She couldn't speak. It was all she could do to stumble about trying to dress herself from the clothes which lay strewn about the floor as the man had left them when he had ripped them from her body. She was sick with herself, sick of sex and the way she was used. She thought if she could find a gun, she would kill Bill and then herself. In some way, she could see the entire drama as some form of cosmic punishment for the incest taboo they had broken in such loving innocence. She had slept with her brother through love, but now everything was different.

She had become a slut. God! She could still feel the hot throbbing in her ass and realized that if Luc had gone about it differently, she would even have let him do it to her there, probably even helped him.

Why not? What difference did fine distinctions make?

There was no more love between her and Bill. He had just allowed her to be used by Danny and Bear. But at least those two Indians appreciated her as a woman, maybe more because she was a white woman. They used her body hard, were rutting beasts, but seemed to take great pleasure in making sure she enjoyed it as much as they. There was a continuous competition to see which could make her cum the most, and soonest.

And there seemed no escape from the crazy fated wheel of pleasure and remorse.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Snake, with his telescope, had watched the scene in the next cabin, and sat with an ironic grin on his face, as Bill entered his room.

"Well, two men down and how many to go, killer?" he greeted Hollis with bitter sarcasm.

"Why you--"

"Now, now, Hollis, are you sure your sister didn't invite it. Are you sure you didn't break up a nice party?"

Hollis grew deadly serious. "Look Snake. He was holding her down and she was fighting, but he had the weight and the power and he jammed his prick up her ass... damn, she screamed. Fucking son of a bitch!"

"Nothing else to be done," Snake agreed calmly. "Watch yourself, Bill. The Portuguese might act now from fear."

"I'll be careful."

Cabrao and Caralho didn't believe the trumped up story that Snake and Bill handed them about Luc. Sure they believed the guy had fucked Laurie in the ass--and they believed she had wanted it. Hell, she was fucking and sucking the Indians, and Bill had done nothing. So why did he kill Luc for banging her ass? They had not quite figured out the relationship that existed between the brother and sister and the rest of the gang... Snake and Danny and Bear, and the other two women, Samantha and Crystal. All they knew was that everybody was getting plenty of cunt but themselves, and why Snake should put them off was strange. And they hadn't had a whiff of gold yet.

Crystal was directing the explorations, but she was showing her maps to no one. They were searching blind, finding nothing! And the anger and frustration was building.

Hollis and Snake were both annoyed at having to put up with this nonsense, never having seen the actual maps. They had done everything but take the cabins apart with axes. Obviously, Crystal was a girl with an ace in the hole--and she had hidden the hole well.

* * *

Cabrao wanted pussy, and he wanted it now! And he was damned well going to get it.

Laurie had set out for the other house to bring back the last of the liquor that the men were demanding. She left on the snowmobile and Cabrao followed on foot.

The Portuguese surprised her when he walked in the door, but his tactic was not to scare her. That was where Luc had made his mistake.

"You look like you could use a drink," Cabrao said, as she brought the last bottles of Wild Turkey up from the store room. "Hey let me give you a hand with that."

"Thank you," Laurie smiled, still a bit distrustful of why he had followed her here. But, what the hell, she could sure use a drink.

Cabrao took a long swallow from the bottle of bourbon and when he handed it to her, she drank it greedily, almost choking on the taste, and when he handed it to her a second time she drank again. Cabrao's eyes swept over the long-limbed brunette. "Take off your jacket, baby, and rest up awhile."

When she had taken her jacket off, she felt him gazing at her sweater-clad breasts hungrily, but her eyes were drawn to him nonetheless. His look seemed to strip her bare, but the. bourbon had affected Laurie's reflexes and judgement and she barely noticed his arm shoot out and grab her, pulling her toward him, into his lap, and holding her tight with a big hand massaging her breasts under the sweater, playing with her taut little nipples. Then he said: "Did Luc really fuck you in the ass?"

Shocked by the bluntness of the question, she could only nod. She wanted to pull away, but seemed to be without strength. Somehow being held in his muscular arms felt good, and God knew she'd never had anyone to pour out her problems to since this whole crazy thing had started. She let her pliant young body relax and began to talk, say the things she wanted to say to her brother but had not been given the chance. She didn't move to stop his hands as they pulled off the sweater. Then his hands were sliding over the hot roundness of her buttocks, where the scanty bikini panties barely concealed the cleft of her ass. Beneath her, she could feel his cock long and hard and thick through his pants. She moaned and squirmed and then his fingers were slowly sliding into the crack of her ass-cheeks, rubbing and spreading them.

"Oooooohhh... Noooooo . . Laurie moaned softly as she felt him working her jeans and panties down Then his outstretched middle finger rubbed in a circle around her tightly puckering anus. She tried to close against it but relentlessly it stretched the delicate flesh and suddenly was up inside her up to the first knuckle, rotating it slowly. She felt her anus gradually accepting it. She gasped and squirmed and felt the digit slip deeper up into the hot tightness of her back channel. Unconsciously, she moved, letting her clasped thighs relax and spread slightly. The young brunette did not resist as he turned her face toward him and kissed her wetly parted lips, sliding his tongue between them. At the intrusion, she began to suck it as she had sucked cocks, and her breathing became uneven, aroused. A wave of lewd desire swept through her lush young body, and she was conscious that he said, "This feels good doesn't it?" His speech was thickly accented, but Laurie found it strangely appealing.

"Ummmmmm... " Laurie mumbled. She ground herself down on the impaling finger as it began to fuck in and out of her tight anal opening. She grunted as a second finger moved up deep beside it, and the two began to twirl, stretching her. She wanted to stop this obscenity, but couldn't move except to squirm. "Oooooohhhhhh!!! " Laurie knew what was going to happen to her, but she was powerless to protest with his fingers still deep in her rectum. She felt tears begin to well up in her eyes and she whispered, "Please don't do it to me... let me suck you or... "

"You'll like it, minina," Cabrao said. "Kneel up with your shoulders on the floor, knees wide apart. And keep your beautiful little ass pointed straight up."

"Oooooohhhhhh... " Laurie moaned. But prodded by his fingers in her anus, she complied, positioning herself in a' way she had never thought possible. She closed her eyes, humiliated, awaiting the terrible pain--and realized that when Luc had done it to her, it had begun to feel good just before Bill pulled him out of her and killed him. She felt the Portuguese climbing behind her, felt his hairy legs spreading her soft, white thighs even wider, and his fingers stretching her anus. And then, horrified, she heard herself whisper, "Yessssss... put it in!"

With a soft, wet sound his fingers slipped from her, and seconds later she felt the hotly throbbing tip of his cock at her already distended anus and his hands were spreading her trembling ass-cheeks wide. She grunted as the bulbous head pressed against her tender flesh and then his fingers were kneading her hips, pulling her back to him.

"Auuuggghhh.!!!" Laurie gasped in pain as her sphincter ring yielded and his massive cock-head popped inside her. She rotated her nakedly gleaming buttocks trying to dislodge his pulsating thickness, but the movement only served to aid his deeper entry. "My God, it's so big!"

"Muinto boa, nao?" He muttered hoarsely. "Swing your ass around, baby." When she didn't move, he slapped her hard across her quivering buttocks with the flat of his hand. Laurie cried out and jerked up and his long thick cock sank several inches deeper into her straining rectal opening. Then he flexed his lust-hardened shaft and waited, listening to her soft helpless whimpers of pain, and after a minute knew she had relaxed and was ready for more. Slowly he began to fuck in and out of her, each stroke pulling pale pink flesh with it, then pushing it back in. Now she was moving her buttocks willingly with his, arching her back, thrusting a little to match his strokes.

"Uuuuuuggghhh!" Laurie grunted. It felt like a tree was growing in her rectum, but the pain was being replaced, as he had promised, with pleasure. Suddenly, she wanted all of it, NOW, no matter how it might hurt! Obscenely she waved her nakedly upthrust buttocks and reached back to pull the cheeks as far apart as possible, until her flesh was stretched drum-tight. "Fuck in! Fuck all the way in my ass!"

Grasping her around the soft curve of her belly, Cabrao rammed forward with all his strength. His thickened cock plunged deep up into the spongy heated rectum, sending waves of flesh ahead of it, until his balls slapped against her taut-spread ass cheeks and the lust-swollen lips of her tight young cunt.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyaaaaaaahhhhhh!!! " Laurie cried out. The pain shocked her to immobility for a moment, and then, determined to overcome it, she began to fuck back insanely, driving him deeper and deeper up into her shamelessly aroused body. She rocked from side to side and rotated her hips in a salacious spectacle of pure wantonness. "Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck mee!"

Eagerly he began to fuck in and out of her, the formidable hard mass of his penis pistoning into her softly yielding flesh. With each reaming stroke, Laurie grunted in pain-pleasure. She gasped in ecstasy as she felt his heavy, sperm-loaded balls scraping against the swollen, distended lips of her pussy, making solid contact with the elongated button of her clitoris. If only Luc had done it like this! she thought as her internal muscles began to milk him furiously.

And, it seemed in only minutes, she was climaxing. She fucked back so furiously that Cabrao could hardly keep his long rod of flesh in her thrashing anus. He dropped his weight on the writhing young wife and held her down, thrusting deeper and deeper into her straining young body, spreading her legs so they hung on either side of the bunk.

"Oooooohhhhhh... now... now... I'm cummmiiinnnggg!"

Laurie's savage response triggered his own. He felt his cum-filled balls burning with need, and then the great gushing of sperm down the length of his thick impaling cock, and jets of it were spraying up into the tightly clasping depths of her rectal passage. Her magnificent ass-cheeks were trembling as if she were getting a strong electrical shock.

They lay locked together, their bodies convulsing, as his hot churning cum filled her anal channel and began to seep around the thick base of his staff and down onto the wooden planks of the floor.

"Filho da puta!" he chuckled. "You got a great ass!"

"Ummm... I won't be able to sit down for a week though." Laurie flexed her ass-cheeks, holding his twitching penis far up inside her anus, milking him until he was too soft to feel any more.

Suddenly, Crystal's voice cut in on them. "What the fuck is going on here?" she asked as Cabrao was lifting himself from Laurie's exhausted body, his cock sliding wetly from her anus with a lewd plopping sound. "Stupid question, I guess." She shot a hot-eyed look of hatred at Cabrao as he reached for his jeans and stepped into them. "You fucked her ass! Well, you're damned lucky it was me who came over to see what was taking so long instead of Bill Hollis. Or you'd be with Luc now. I think you'd better high tail it out of here, Mister!"

Cabrao was not inclined to argue. This Crystal belonged to Hollis's part of the operation and the bitch could really cause trouble if she felt like it. But something told him she no trouble right now anyway. She wouldn't want to push things. He knew she'd been with the lesbian, Samantha, and had eyes for this Laurie. He hadn't a chance in hell with her. But maybe now they could all work something out.

Crystal crossed to where the naked brunette lay miserably on the floor, weeping with remorse. Surely Bill would hear of this, and things could only get worse. If only Crystal would keep quiet...

"That bastard!". Crystal said, reaching out to stroke Laurie's trembling flesh. "Did he hurt you badly?"

"No... I'm sort of sore." She raised her tear-stained face, humiliated that she had been caught in such an obscene situation, and she recognized in Crystal's eyes something she had never notice before... desire! "I--I let him do it. I wanted him to do it."

"Bill will kill him like he killed Luc if he hears."

"He won't hear from me... only if you let it slip."

"You don't need more trouble, Laurie." Crystal's hands caressed her, then gently closed on her full breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Her nipples rose and lengthened, hardening, and Laurie groaned softly, undulating in lewd pleasure on the bed, her slender thighs parting. She thought, Crystal really doesn't want too... but she's been very close to Samantha!

"We got off on the wrong foot, I guess, " Crystal said. "But I really like you--and the things you've had to go through... now I want to be your friend."

Her parted lips closed over one of Laurie's lushly ripened breasts and her tongue twirled around the nipple as she began to suck.

"Ooohhh... Please .. NO!" Laurie moaned, but felt the urgent desire rising again, this time for something gentle.

"Bill will never know," Crystal Black whispered.

The gorgeous blonde's flickering tongue made its way down the smooth satiny flesh of the other girl's body. Laurie closed her eyes, trying to fight off the vision of what she had descended to. And then incredibly soft lips were kissing the insides of her thighs, tantalizing the sensitive flesh.

Laurie opened her eyes and between the quivering twin peaks of her breasts she saw the blonde kneeling between her legs. She felt the feather-touch of hair over her loins as the beautiful face moved between her legs, pink tongue searching. And then it was slithering up and down the fevered lips of her wetly pulsating cunt, burrowing into the nest of blonde hair, seeking and finding her erect little clitoris.

"Oooooohhhhhh... Aaaaaahhhhhh!: Laurie cried out softly as the lewdly probing wet spear discovered her cuntal passage and slid quickly up in while gentle hands cupped the ass-cheeks Cabrao had just spread so wide and which she had offered wantonly. Well, Laurie told herself, this is no more unnatural. With that thought she yielded, beginning to roll and undulate lewdly on the floor, spreading her thighs wide to allow Crystal's tight-pressed face full access to her warmly flowing cunt. She began to fuck upward urgently as the tongue sloshed and tickled her vaginal lips with a movement like the wings of a butterfly, and the brunette thought of the times Danny and Bear had done this to her. "You're better," she sighed in pleasure. "So much better than a man... " And lost in the heat of passion, the two women did not stop to think that Snake was probably watching them from the other end of his powerful telescope.

CHAPTER NINE

Cabrao and Caralho had only one advantage in this hornets nest of greed and lust. They could speak between themselves in a language no one else could understand. So Cabrao was able to tell his friend what he had done with Bill Hollis's sister. If nothing else, they knew they could trust each other. They had been together a long long time. Since they had left the little town of Guarda in Northern Portugal together and set out for France, where they had worked illegally for two years, until they had received their immigration papers for Canada. They had left behind wives and children they were never to see again, as they labored on the railroads and in the mines of northern Canada, making big money and blowing it on booze and women. But always they managed to send a bit back to the old country for the wives and children whose faces they could not remember any more, and who seemed like strangers in the photographs they sent every year.

"Ovla, pa," Caralho was saying, "Listen, man, be damn careful. Most of the time Hollis doesn't seem to give a shit, but you know what happened to Luc... "

"I'll watch it."

What they didn't know was that Samantha had a natural flair for languages, and in Vancouver she had slept with sailors from flags of every color and picked up a smattering of almost every language of every fleet. And through the walls of the next room, she understood enough of the conversation to gather what had happened. But she said or did nothing until she could see Crystal. When they were alone together the raven-haired girl asked Crystal: "Well, honey. You were over there... what the hell went down."

Crystal told her what she had seen between Laura and the Portuguese.

And Samantha understood what Crystal had not spoken; too. "And you did it to her too, didn't you!" she accused coldly, savagely slapping Crystal across the face. "So I'm not lover enough for you?"

"Ooohhh!" Don't hit me!" Crystal cried, dropping to her knees and abjectly wrapping her arms around the firm, slender flesh of the lesbian's thighs. "She was READY! We'll share her... you'll like her much more than me!"

"Pig! Filthy whore!" Samantha spat, then sighed. "Well, let it ride--keep quiet!"

Submissively, Crystal bowed her head. Her hands went to the waistband of Samantha's jeans. Slowly she unzipped them and drew them downward over the gently curving ass-cheeks and down the long firm thighs. A second later she buried her face in the soft blackness of Samantha's cunt hair, her tongue sliding into the warm folds of succulent pussy flesh. And Samantha eased her body around so that she could reciprocate in Crystal's hot moist pussy. It was strange that Crystal always preferred Samantha to lick her clitoris or her asshole. She would always push her hand from her cunt itself. But, not thinking, Samantha plunged her tongue into the blonde's moistly seeping pussy, deeper, deeper than she had ever probed there before, far up almost to her cervix... And then she felt something she could not understand. Something hard was pressing against her probing tongue. How strange. How very strange. What the... ? she thought. And then in a flash it hit her. Why that foxy cunt! Samantha thought to herself as she continued to lick the blonde's cunt, Why she's gone and hidden the microfilmed map right up her little pussy! Now Samantha understood why she liked getting it in the asshole so much! Of course, she laughed silently to herself as she felt Crystal's hands guiding her head away from her vagina to her back passage. But with incredible agility, as Crystal moaned lost in heated passion beneath her ministrations, Samantha carefully inserted her finger and withdrew the tiny film can from its hiding place.

She would take it to Snake-and perhaps now she would win his respect.

CHAPTER TEN

It took Crystal Black a week to figure out exactly how she could do it, but on Friday, in the middle of the night, the beautiful blonde killed Cabrao...

She had walked into the room he shared with Caralho and walked over to his bed. Kneeling beside his face, she leaned over, letting her breasts graze his naked chest, and whispered in his ear.

"I want you, my darling... Please... come with me."

As if he had been visited by angels, by Fatima herself, the Portuguese rose and followed her like a sleepwalker to her room. She took off her robe and Cabrao was astounded to see her naked beauty in the moonlight filtering in through the window.

But somehow, he felt there was more to this seduction than he could quite fathom. He knew he had to be careful... but of what he wasn't sure.

She aroused him, but she was making him damned nervous too. Why this sudden interest, when always before she had snubbed him, treated him like dirt.

And he could see that something in the blonde's eyes mocked him as, teasingly, she reached out and unzipped his pants, then grabbed his long thick penis and began to pump it. She pulled her body down close to his until the tips of her conical breasts were flattened against the muscles of his chest. Her fingers played with his balls and rolled his foreskin up and down and she could tell he was about to go crazy.

Then, pressing him on his back to the bed, she slowly mounted him and tried to guide his rapidly growing penis up into her pussy, but he was not fully erect.

Grinding her pelvis down on him, guiding, she worked to get him inside her, but the half-aroused head of the frightened man would barely pass the lips of her tightly clasping cunt.

It didn't matter to her at all! It was even better for her plan.

She maneuvered her body around until her golden tresses were trailing down to his loins. She pulled his thickening cock quickly into her mouth, deeply and sucked. From the corner of her eyes she could see the unbelieving expression on Cabrao's face. It was clear he was too astounded to know what was happening.

For several minutes she sucked the quickly hardening cock between her lips. Yet something was making the man very nervous.

When his wildly throbbing penis was like a rod of steel despite his fears, she took her mouth away, took a deep breath, and pulled his loins up to her face. Parting her lips, she closed them over the sac, feeling the fullness and warmth of them. Once, twice, three times she ran her tongue around them, sucking, until suddenly she bit down savagely, with all the strength in her jaws!

And quickly, she threw of pillow over his head, sitting on his face so that she would muffle any sound he could make, while her sharp little teeth ripped through the outer skin of his scrotum and then through the cords and tendons. In dream-like slow motion she-twisted her head, hanging on like a bulldog, teeth slashing like the jaws of a German shepherd even as his body attempted to jackknife in agony.

And in an instant it was over! She spat one egg-shaped testicle from her mouth onto the sheet, which she would bum. The other was hanging by only a thin cord. With a quick but powerful motion, she pulled him from the bed, and struggled with his unconscious body, tossing him from her window, and then watching as it rolled, leaving it's red trail for the wolves who were already beginning to howl, as they ran through the forest drawn by the scent of hot blood.

She dragged the bloody sheet from the bed and stashed it at the bottom of her closet. She would burn it in the fireplace later.

Then she began to scream, loudly, hysterically, until everyone was gathered in her room and gaping out the window as, a few hundred yards away, Cabrao was being savagely dismembered by the hungry wolves.

She hoped they would believe her story about the man's suicide. So many of these immigrants tended toward depression.

But as she spun out the story she had prepared, Caralho stood aside, quiet, wary. He didn't like it. Maybe the blonde was telling the truth. But he sure as hell doubted it.

Bill Hollis was not satisfied either, but he was not sure why. It could have happened like Crystal said, but Cabrao had never struck him as the suicidal type.

"This whole thing is turning to rotten worms," Bill Hollis said. "It stinks like day old shit!"

"I think," Snake said, "I'm just about ready to send for Sammy Archer."

The two men looked each other in the eye, and slipped downstairs where they broke open another bottle of bourbon.

"I've got to call Archer," Snake continued. "I've lost three men."

"Maybe you're right," Bill said.

"Let's drink to it," Snake raised his glass. The two of them spent the long night together and got very drunk.

* * *

Caralho went back to the room he had shared with the dead man who had been his best--his only--friend for ten years, back in the old country, back when their lives lay before them full of promises... all of them broken. He began to hone the knife he always had with him.

He honed it well, as everyone else in the house proceeded to get damned drunk, the women, and Danny and Bear. Everyone, drank as much as they could hold. Except Caralho, who remained perfectly lucid.

Crystal and Laurie were in Samantha's room, their veins swimming now in alcohol. Crystal was laughing wildly, hysterically. Then she leaned over and whispered, in a loud stage whisper to Samantha, "How'd I do?"

"Perfect, honey. You offed him just like you planned it! No weapon!"

"That's right." Crystal was slurring her words. I bit his balls with my own little teeth."

Suddenly it dawned on Laurie what had happened. "You mean you... "

"Listen, honey," Samantha said, "Any guy who would fuck your ass the way he did deserves it!" Laurie was still horrified, yet she could see the reason behind their thinking. Hadn't she seen men, including her own brother, doing equally vile things to them?

The only problem with that line of thinking, Laurie realized, was that once the men had started with her, she loved it! If only that strange streak in her had never been tapped!

Yet, though she knew that one was a murderess, she did not cringe when they touched her near naked body or put their arms around her and began to caress her breasts.

"Honeys, let's all go to bed," Samantha whispered, her tongue circling Laurie's ear while her fingers squeezed her nipples to hardness. "We don't need those drunken bums."

"The three of us," Crystal Black murmured sliding her fingers deftly up between Laurie's trembling thighs to find the wetly-swelling cunt lips.

Laurie couldn't reply. But she made no resistance as they led her to the big bed. The two of them lay down with her between them, in a dim light. They kissed and fondled her to fresh arousal. She found herself caressing Crystal's blond head while her own breasts were being kissed and sucked and squeezed, and her shapely white thighs were opening wide to give Samantha's eagerly-licking tongue quick and unhindered access to the wetness of her eagerly throbbing cunt.

From time to time the three bodies languidly changed positions, and Laurie found her tongue delving eagerly into the sweet-scented pussy of Crystal Black, licking up the beautiful blonde's flowing juices, while Samantha's warm sensuous mouth was glued tightly to her own pulsing pussy and Crystal's face was lost in the bronze, hot flesh of Samantha's thighs.

None of them heard Caralho enter the room.

For a long time he had stood outside the door, like a cat outside a mousehole, watching and listening. It was bizarre, but he believed Crystal could have killed Cabrao--and likely had. Well, that was over and done with. And these broads were all queer as a three dollar bill. Damn, the way they were licking each other, all three at one time. Tongues sliding in and out of each other's pussies, lips sucking, hands pinching and grabbing and sliding.

Well, he'd wait until they were a little tired and then take his pick. The brunette, Laurie, was a snooty one, and she sure did have a nice tight looking asshole. He'd fuck her there, and make the others give him tongue jobs while he did it--lick his balls and everything. From the pocket of his jeans, he drew the knife and flicked the blade open...

Caralho was so engrossed in the lewd sight of the three entwined women that he never heard Bill Hollis when he reached the doorway behind the Portuguese. Hollis made no immediate move, and despite his drunkenness, he could see things with great clarity, and his mind worked at top speed.

He too watched the action, though it was unbelievable to him that his sister could be involved in something like this! The other vile obscene things she had done she had at least been partly pressured into.

Now, she was the aggressor!

He could either kill her--or enjoy her.

Maybe enjoy her and then kill her. Who could blame him?

Meanwhile, there was the Portuguese with his knife. Bill didn't feel like fighting a man with a knife at the moment. He realized how much bourbon he had poured down and knew his reflexes would be off. He forced himself to wait his chance.

It was not long in coming. Caralho made it possible.

When the Portuguese guessed the women were satisfied with their sexual excesses he slipped silently toward them. They half-screamed in surprise and fear when his form, clad only in dungarees, appeared.

"I will join the party," he said, grinning. "And if I'm not invited... " he gestured with the gleaming knife, "I may use this! But I do not think I will have to. It would be so easy to tell Bill Hollis how his sister is now a lesbian. And to tell Snake how Cabrao really died. Cabrao was a valuable man. Well...?"

Samantha made the decision, after a long silence, as she said: "It could be hell, mostly for Laurie. What's one more cock?" Which one of us do you want?"

"All three!" He stripped his pants off and his rigid penis sprung free, long and throbbing, standing nearly upright from his hard-muscled belly. He pointed to Samantha and Crystal. "You two start me on a trip around the world--and you, little bitch, bring your pussy over where I can lick it a little and play with your asshole!"

The three beautiful women exchanged glances and finally moved to obey. As the Portuguese lay on his back, the knife held in his right hand, they bent and began to lick his naked body.

He stretched, opening his hairy legs wide so they could mouth his genitals. With his left hand he pulled the humiliated Laurie to him, made her lie on her side and part her velvet-like thighs. He cushioned his head on the warm flesh, turned his face so his mouth was against her wet throbbing pussy. As his tongue speared eagerly into her sweet cuntal depths, he boldly pushed his fingers between her splayed ass-cheeks and wormed one, two and then three into her unresisting anal opening.

All the while, the knife was held ready. He knew if they didn't obey, he would enjoy using it. And they knew it also. After several minutes, as moist lips and slithering tongues made his entire body glisten and Samantha had taken his cock deep into her mouth and was deftly, if not eagerly, sucking, he pushed them all away.

"Enough of that... you, little sister, up on your hands and knees and get your ass wide open! Crystal, you just lick my cock and get it nice and wet so it doesn't tear your girlfriend's asshole apart when I stick it up her tail. And you, dike, you put it in for me!"

Groaning, sick with disgust at the sight they might represent to anyone who might see them-thank God no one could-Laurie completely subjugated by both men and women in the past weeks, docilely assumed the subservient position she knew so well by now. She looked back without showing emotion as Caralho mounted her from behind, the wetly glistening cudgel of his penis swaying in fleshy menace. Crystal was licking it and his cum-filled balls, and Samantha was holding its pulsating hardness in her fingers.

Laurie could feel the hot rubbery tip of the man's penis pushing at her defensively puckering anus. She grunted and jerked back to receive it as Samantha held it in place and then the Portuguese lunged forward, driving his hot, implacable cock far up into her rectum.

It was long and wet and hard, and the young brunette hardly felt any pain as he plunged to his full length in one skilled stroke. She grunted softly and swayed her ass lewdly, fucking back at him feeling the sudden rise of pleasure in her loins.

And then the four figures on the bed froze as Bill Hollis burst into the room, roaring like an enraged bull!

In Laurie's lust-blurred mind it was almost the scene she had gone through when Bill had caught Luc doing the same thing to her, only this time much more horrible because there were others and it was even more brutal. Bill's shout of rage startled Caralho into dropping his knife.

And then Bill was on him, jerking him out of her body. But instead of battering him with his fists, he hit him only once-not hard enough to knock him out, but to immobilize him.

"Son of a bitch, fuck my sister in the ass and use a knife!" he bellowed. Seemingly without effort, he heaved Caralho out the window, then leapt out after him, jumping the twelve foot leap and not even stumbling as he rose to his feet outdoors in the snow. But Caralho had injured his ankle, and couldn't pick himself up to flee. With murder in his eyes, Hollis looked at him, and the man knew there was no chance of mercy. He could see the stunned faces of the women peering from the window as Hollis, his chest heaving, reached down and with one big hand seized the man's still erect penis and squeezed with all his strength, as Caralho lay nakedly shivering in the freezing snow.

Then Hollis began to pull him by his penis directly upwards, unmindful of Caralho's scream of pain. And as he dragged him to his feet, Hollis threw all his muscle into the effort.

"Aaaaaauuuggghhheeeeee!!!!" Caralho cried out, his scream terrifying in its agony.

Every muscle in his powerful body straining, Hollis, with one clenched fist, lifted the other man until he dangled by his now limp penis and a sac of crushed testicles.

In his other hand, Hollis held a knife which he had drawn from his pocket. Now he made one slashing movement, as blood spurted. There was a spattering of fecal matter on the clean white snow in the instant before the screaming, writhing body hit the ground. Panting, he threw the severed penis and still-attached testicles into the woods, and the castrated body after it. Another banquet for the wolves.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Bill Hollis thought Sammy Archer's timing was uncanny, yet he was not completely surprised when he heard a helicopter overhead preparing to land on the small field to the north of the main cabin. In an instant, Snake and Danny were on snowmobiles, armed with machine guns, to greet the helicopter as it landed. Snake's orders were that Sammy came alone, and the machine guns stayed trained on-the copter till it dropped off passenger and took off again. Sammy looked somehow incongruous, dressed in a fur collared overcoat as he stepped out of the copter, flicking a thick ash from his cigar on the clean white snow, as he would have done on the clean white carpet of his suite at the St. Regis.

Bill figured that someone had gone to town last night and phoned the weasel, but he was struck now with Sammy's authority as he sat between him and Snake in the living room, dark suited, flashing his diamond pinky rings.

"I understand the broads are the problem, gentlemen," Archer was saying... "I understand Crystal is holding back on the maps, holding up the whole show. We have to get them."

He looked at Bill coldly. "We'll have to take care of all three of them."

Bill remembered how his sister had so eagerly taken to sucking and even getting a cock deep in her tight little ass, and now she was making it with girls. It was time now for her to pay for that trip.

"Good, we can all start by fucking the hell out of my sister."

But Sammy, as always,, was business first Busting into the bedroom to find the women, who were again drunk-had been drunk almost constantly since Cabrao's murder, Crystal was momentarily terrified at the appearance of the cold-eyed Sammy Archer, and even more so when he straight out asked her about the maps.

Crystal was still unaware that Samantha had discovered the maps in the hiding place of her pussy, and she was filled with fear as she and raven-haired lesbian were tied to he large bed. Laurie was cowering in a corner of the room. Sammy smiled without humor as he spoke to Crystal Black.

"We're through fucking around, girl. We want the maps. Now. Or your pretty brunette girlfriend gets it--good! And when we can't use her anymore, it's your turn!"

"Ooooooh, my God!" Laurie said, pleading helplessly to her implacable brother as he dropped his jeans and stood with his huge penis throbbing and ready for female flesh. She looked with terrified eyes to Samantha and Crystal Black and saw no hope there. "Why me... oh, why meeeee!!!"

"Life don't have to have reasons, baby," Sammy said, stripping his big body naked as Snake, grinning, did the same.

"Make it quick," Bill Hollis said, seeing his revenge upon his betraying sister within reach, forgetting that it was he who put her in this degrading position. He considered the rich curves of her hips and buttocks, the resilient mounds of her full, wide-set breasts, abject terror in her eyes. Her tiny belly shook with fear and tears streamed from her eyes as he continued. "I want her asshole. You two fight over what's left!"

"Oh Bill!" Laurie gasped.

"You know the position well enough by now," he said with fury. "Get it up there!"

Subserviently, she rose to her knees and elbows splaying herself wide, offering the plane of her tight anus for his impalement. Such a thing was terrible enough in itself, but was he going to do it to her with the others watching? Maybe using her at the same time? She couldn't believe it! She bent on the floor and waited, hoping he'd at least try to prepare her.

Bill didn't. He moved behind her on his knees and savagely rammed a thumb into her tightly-puckered anus.

"Aaaaaauuugggghhhh!" she cried out, squirming at the pain.

"You didn't yell like that when the fucking Portuguese screwed your tail," her brother said as he plunged his thumb in and out urgently, pulling tender pink flesh with it. "Open up wide, kid, here it comes, all the way up to your fucking throat!"

Before Laurie realized what was happening, the lust-bloated head of his cock readied for a totally-impaling thrust, and then with all the fury and strength of his young, hard-muscled body, jammed into her tender flesh. It felt like she was getting split by a great piston.

"Aaaaauuugggghhhh!!!!" she shrieked in agony as the weight of his body crushed her to the floor and her legs flailed. She felt the full length of him ripping into her, filling her back passage with unendurable heat--it was far worse than what Luc had done. "Eeeeeeeeeuuuugggghhhh!"

"Shut up and fuck, you slut!"

Remorselessly, he began to slam in and out of her futilely straining rectum even as his hands jerked her upward so she was again on her knees, her thrashing ass-cheeks pointed at the overhead. With each smashing lunge, she cried out in pure pain. For a minute she actually fainted, slumping forward, and then her attacker held her trembling hips up until she recovered. It was a short time, but enough for her body to adjust to the brutal ravagement-and now Bill was only flexing the length of his long thick penis in her, and she was responding to that, beginning to relax.

It was actually feeling good, now that the initial torture was past! She rocked slightly, feeling his hotly throbbing cock probe her rectum and softly sighed, "Oooooohhhhh... ooohhhhh!!!"

"Yeah, you like it up your ass," he said. "Well, there's a lot more waiting for you, Laurie baby!" Again he began to fuck into her, but not so brutally now, as if he wanted to arouse her. And Laurie was aroused. In minutes she was screwing back, raising her nakedly churning buttocks, trying to feel him deeper up inside her rectum. She worked a hand back under her clenching belly to find her clitoris and massage it furiously while her quivering ass-cheeks swung in wide circles and then she was cumming!

"Ooooohhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned as the hot fire inside her burst loose and the pale-white cum began to spurt from the clenching lips of her pussy. Lost in her mindless passion, she could only cry out: "Keep it in me, up me, fucking meeeee!"

"Roll over, sister, you've just started!"

His big hands were tipping her, turning her, so she found herself lying' atop him--her back against his chest--with his rampant cock still buried to the hilt in her rectum while her legs splayed wide on either side of his heaving body.

"Okay, somebody else fuck her," John called out.

In an instant, Snake had crawled between their open legs, his thick menacing cock ready. Laurie felt it pushing against the now-slippery lips of her cunt. I can't take them both at once! But Snake was forcing entry. She wept in pain and shame with the sudden intrusion of another penis that plunged up into her belly even as her uncaring brother's pounded without mercy deep into her wide-stretched anus.

"You're killing meeee!" She tried to struggle but both men held her tightly sandwiched between them. She could feel the two angry penises rubbing together through the thin membrane which separated her cuntal and rectal passages, and she groaned in pain and humiliation. "How can you do this to a woman . .?"

"Practice... practice makes perfect," Snake said as he fucked up into her shaking body.

The two men stopped moving for a minute and her tortured flesh began to accept their rigidly throbbing penises. Now that they were both deep inside her, it didn't feel so bad. She flexed her muscles and her body undulated.

"Wrap your legs around my back, Laurie," Snake commanded.

Mindlessly, she obeyed, and they began to fuck in and out of her in rhythm.

It suddenly felt good! She wanted these wonderfully hard cocks in her!

With wet sluicing sounds, they plunged in and out of her now-eager flesh, buffeting her between them, their naked bodies slapping moistly together. Groaning in mounting ecstasy, she clamped her long, slender legs tight around the man above her while she felt her brother's cock spear deep up into her wide-stretched rectum from below.

"Cumming... I'm cummmmiiinnngggg!" Laurie cried out, her dark eyes rolling in her head as she clawed in passion at both men and her body jerked wildly as the hot, sweet fluids were released from deep inside it. "Keep fucking! I can keep cumming!"

She was conscious then of Sammy Archer's corpulent body moving toward her, toward her head, turning her face toward his naked loins where his long heavy cock stood out throbbing erect. He knelt over her face and rubbed the tip over her lust-contorted lips, and she could taste the saltiness of his preseminal fluid on her tongue. She ovalled her lips and kissed the burgeoning head, and then sucked it into her mouth voraciously.

"You Goddamn animals!" Samantha screamed. "Pick on a man!"

Laurie tried with all her strength to respond to each lunging stroke of the three penises. Her voluptuous young body rocked in complete wantonness and she held Sammy Archer's balls in her fingers and rolled them sensuously. God! She was cumming again! It felt like she was going to explode and wondered if any other woman had ever been fucked by three men at once so beautifully! She no longer cared what she looked like... all she wanted was to be what she was at this moment--being taken anally, vaginally, and orally. And somewhere, Samantha was still screaming. She let Sammy Archer's warm hard cock escape her wetly rounded lips for a moment.

"Shut up, damn it, they're fucking meeee!"

Urgently she guided the mushroom-shaped head again into her devouring mouth, her tongue swirling, probing the little slit at the end, drawing him so deep into her throat that she nearly choked, but unable to restrain herself with the two wonderfully rigid cocks ramming deep into her vitals below. Suddenly those penises were swelling to an almost intolerable size. Then they jerked simultaneously and began spewing their hot, pent-up semen into her yearning belly, and she could feel the great flood rushing from the flexing lips of her cunt and her tightly-clenched anus. This drove her to suck even more furiously on Sammy Archer's swelling phallus and her soft wet mouth made the head grow until it alone almost filled her straining mouth. Abruptly her own release was triggered and she bucked and moaned, and in passion bit down on the thick ejaculating cock.

Laurie heard Sammy yell in sudden pain, and--in her mindless passion--she continued to hold his cum-emptying balls tightly, furiously milking his throbbing staff with her other hand, as the sweet thick cum flooded into her throat and belly. She tightened the muscles of her genitals, trying to hold the still-spurting staffs of her brother and Snake in her pussy and anus while she drank every drop of Sammy Archer's delicious semen. She held them all to her until their maleness was soft and empty and her own young, vibrant body had stopped quaking out its orgasm.

Wide-eyed, Laurie finally regained her senses. She saw Samantha and Crystal Black, roped to the bed, both staring at her, unbelieving. She gulped, her throat still hot with cum and managed to speak.

"What a fuck!"

"They didn't break," Bill Hollis said, looking wearily at Sammy Archer as Sammy drew away from Laurie, a thick string of cooling cum linking his penis with her lust-swollen lips. "Those broads didn't give a shit what we did with their friend."

"There are many ways to reach a woman's heart, friend," Snake said, returning moments later with a black rawhide whip. When Crystal saw it she began to scream, and they untied Samantha in order to better bind Crystal, her legs pulled far apart, alone to the bed.

Snake laid the first stroke lightly, across the taut-muscled ass-cheeks. The blonde screamed and writhed and tears ran.

"An upstroke on the cunt, Snake," Sammy suggested.

The rawhide whip whistled up between the wide-splayed thighs, and barely touched the quivering lips of her cunt. Snake knew how to use it--she would feel nothing more than a mild bee sting. He could have-had he wanted to--flayed her flesh to the bone.

Samantha, nearly hysterical, screamed for mercy for her friend. One thing remained in her mind--she could not speak for Snake to hear. Silently, she motioned toward Bill and Sammy Archer to come to her. Then she whispered, "Snake... I found the maps in Crystals cunt and gave them to snake. I don't know what he did with them... I swear to God, it's true!"

"So we have to get the whip away from him," Hollis said.

But now Crystal's screams had changed. "I'm going to cum!" she shrieked crazily.

The whip whistled, the lashes wrapping themselves around the quaking globes of Crystal's buttocks. She screamed, and her naked body jerked convulsively as she reached orgasm.

Then, as quick as a flash, Bill Hollis had the tip of the whip in his hand and was jerking the butt from Snake's hand and cracking him across the head with it, sending him to the floor, where Sammy Archer pinned the stunned man with his weight until Bill could take the ropes which had bound Crystal and tie Snake's wrists around his back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... " Crystal moaned, her body grinding against the bed as hot cum gushed down her splayed thighs.

Snake was thrown, bound with rope, into a closet. A stubborn man, he refused to admit he had the microfilm maps.

In the morning, he was put to a torture of Sammy Archer's devising. He was tied to the back of a snowmobile and dragged through the snow. His face had been cut and the blood left an easy trail.

Wolves followed the bloody path, snapping at his feet. On slashed at a dangling leg, ripping it open, and fresh blood flowed. They were in a frenzy at the scent of it, and one after another they came for him, howling and dancing in a crazy blood frenzy as they followed the slow-moving snowmobile.

In agony, his flesh ripped, the life-blood draining from his body, Snake cried out in surrender.

Grinning, Bill sped up the snowmobile, gaining speed until they were free of the hungry wolves, and brought Snake back to the cabin. Although he had lost blood, he was still conscious. They gave him a stiff drink of bourbon and stitched his torn flesh together, and applied bandages.

"You had to be a tough guy," Sammy said. "Too bad."

Snake looked at him, still condescendingly. Sammy might have the power, but Snake had all the class.

He told them where the map was, and then drifted into sleep.

Two days later they found the entrance to the old mine in the side of the mountain, completely blocked with snow and boulders, Danny and Bear volunteered to help clear it and do the initial explorations. Snake, almost recovered, was able to watch through his telescope.

The three women, with nothing much to do except prepare meals, found a comfortable routine through the week. During the day they had each other, and at night the men.

Nobody was pressing. Not yet.

But there were tensions. The women were seeking the men.

Crystal yielded to hers, and lured Danny and Bear away to her room. She had to know what Laurie had felt, having two men in her at once, driving their lust inspired cocks into her, making her cum and cum and cum...

She invited them to her room and told them what she wanted.

"No way, baby," Danny said. "It's not gonna do you any good if you go at it quick. Bear and I would just pop so soon you'd be all hung up."

"I have to have it--the way I told you," she said.

"It's gotta develop slowly baby. You drain us both, we get up again and with you sucking and then we fuck you the way you ask."

But who were they to argue with a lady. They stripped their clothes off. With hunger she reached for their restlessly stirring cocks, stroking them. Danny was on her right, Bear on her left. She brought the throbbing heads of their penises together and licked each at once, then parted them enough to enclose the hot glans of each separately with her mouth. She moaned in urgency, feeling the fires building within her. She wanted them to cum in her yearning mouth, but more than that, she wanted them in that special way...

Within minutes, she realized that Danny had told the truth... they were too aroused now to do her any good. Even as his hot eager cum began to spurt from the head of his cock, the thick shaft she pumped and rubbed urgently against her cheeks with her other hand was wildly throbbing, ready to explode. Wantonly, she sucked Danny and barely had time to pull her mouth away from him and tightly oval her lips over the thickness of Bear before he too was jerking and spraying his hot sperm into her throat. She gulped wildly, her ass cheeks hollowing as she swallowed, and when the hot white jets ended, she lingeringly kissed and licked each of the slowly-shrinking staffs. It had been too quick.

"I told you we couldn't last," Danny said with a satisfied grin. "Now, in a little while, you can suck us both up hard, and we'll do it for you!"

Her mouth still rich with their cum, Crystal mumbled her surrender. She did not hesitate a half hour later when Danny pulled her head down to his crotch and guided his long flaccid penis into her mouth. She sucked and tongued it.

When it was rigid between her lips, Crystal moved to capture Bear's in her mouth, stroking Danny's slowly, keeping him deliciously hard. When Bear was aroused, iron-hot and hard as an oak tree, she broke away from them and lay on her left side, in her bed, gasping, "Now!"

She cried out in mixed pain and pleasure as the two men, one behind and the other pressed tight to her quaking belly.

"Oooohhhh... ooooowwww... FUCK!" she screamed.

She had never felt two cocks reaming up into her anal passage and her pussy at once, and with all her young body she began to fuck with both men who held her sandwiched between them.

And then she was screaming out her climax!

It was the wildest thing she had ever experienced.

* * *

By the time they had cleared out the entrance to the old mine, Snake was able to move about, and had joined the rest as they stood outside, a keen sense of greedy anticipation permeating the air.

Danny and Bear were going to send down the first carload any moment.

Sammy Archer and Snake and Bill watched in silence as they heard the rumble of the car speeding down the tracks from the mine.

It came to a loud crashing stop at the bottom, spilling its contents and Crystal and Samantha screamed. Laurie, numbed in a way by all she had experienced, merely turned away.

Scattered on the snow covered ground around the mine car were fragments of frozen human corpses, looking like butchered meat, a carload full of human carcass, frozen many years in the icy mine shaft.

"The Black Mine!" Snake said. "I never made the connection. Didn't realize Black was a guy's name. I just thought it was called Black because it was the most hideous story ever to spread in these parts."

He told the others the story that Crystal's father had never told her, the story he never knew. Before the first lode was mined, he had already taken ill and was in the hospital.

His crew had spent a long time digging the mine--and the first sample they had brought to town where the highest grade gold--or so they had been told. But when they had mined out the first big lode and taken it to town, the company representative they took it to just looked down at the ore in his hand and laughed. "Fool's gold," he had said. "Iron Pyrite."

The men drove back to the mine with the news, and when they told what happened, all hell broke loose. In anger and frustration they fought each other ruthlessly. No one survived. No one but Joe Black, who had already been struck down by the illness that was to kill him. And he did not know it was fool's gold when he passed his legacy to his only child, Crystal.

For Snake and Sammy Archer, it was just a bad business venture. For Crystal, it was the end of a dream that had been the driving force in her life. Samantha tried to comfort her... Samantha would take care of her.

And Bill Hollis was still a fugitive, with a cunt of a sister he still somehow felt responsible for.

But later, back in the cabin, Sammy Archer, in a rare moment of largesse, had written Bill a check for a hell of a lot of money.

"Now, get lost!" the fat man said. "And I mean it. You and your sister buy yourself a private plane ride somewhere they don't give a damn who you are and who you kill, if you got bucks... You hear?"

Bill slipped his arm around Laurie's waist.

"I guess I really fucked up this time, Laurie."

"Shit. Well, I'm no angel now, either," she said. "But I'll stick by you, Bill, no matter what... "

"Listen," said Sammy, "I know just the spot... a virtual paradise. And I got a little business down there needs some taking care of. I think my own men are ripping off some unauthorized percentages of the product--cocaine. I need someone in Colombia to keep them in line... " Another job for Sammy. It was the best people like them could do, Laurie thought, people with their own crazy addiction... to lust and violence.

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