Buried Treasure

by Ozmanga

Chapter  2


"What did he do, Carmen?" asked Max in a low, tense, voice. He kept his eyes on the road and maintained a steady speed just under the authorised limit.

"He made her suck his dick. He pinched her breasts. He shot his load in her mouth," she replied. "She's terrified."

"Why doesn't she say anything?"

"I told the bitch I'd choke her to death if she made a noise above a whisper. Obedient, ain't she?" said Skull. "Say, Carmen," he exclaimed. "I've just had an idea. Why don't you give Max some head? You've seen how it's done. He must be just as horny as me and he can't do anything about it while he's driving. What do you say Max?"

Max said nothing. His eyes narrowed as he concentrated on the road. There was little traffic now they were clear of the city but he wanted to get off the interstate and into the hills quickly but without attracting attention. Carmen studied Max's face. Their lovemaking during their brief period together as man and wife before he had been locked up had been passionate but had not included oral sex. Max had been a tad puritanical, describing cock-suckers and pussy-lickers as perverts. Perhaps, thought Carmen, three years of abstinence may have changed his mind.

"Would you like that, Max?" Carmen said.

Max stayed silent. Carmen reached for his groin. His cock was a hard ridge straining at the denim.

"I will if you want," said Carmen, half hoping he'd refuse.

Max, however, nodded. 

Carmen found the zipper and opened Max's fly. His erection sprang out and grew stiffer. Carmen took hold of it and slowly stroked the smooth flesh with her left hand. She eased the foreskin backwards and forwards over the plum sized head. Carmen found she was mildly disappointed that the cock in her hand, although substantial, was both thinner and shorter than the one she had seen wielded by Skull.

Max gave a little groan of pleasure. Carmen slid off her seat and, as she avoided the gear-lever, lowered her head onto Max's stiff cock. She tentatively put it in her mouth. The taste was salty. She flicked the tip with her tongue. Max groaned again. Then Carmen began slowly to slide her head up and down Max's slick shaft. As she did so the diminutive pole-dancer slipped her right hand down the front of her stretch jeans and inside her thong and softly stroked her slippery cunt.
 
When Carmen sensed Max's approaching climax she quickened both her hand and head movements. But he was quicker than she expected. Max came suddenly and Carmen tried to avoid the flood of semen by quickly backing off his erection. Unfortunately she bumped her head on the steering wheel shaft as she tried to disengage and copious gobs of  Max's cum filled her mouth and splashed on her face as well.

"That's not bad for a beginner," said Skull. "Didn't like the end-game much. Spoiled your fun didn't it? How's your head, sugar?" Carmen realized that he had been watching.

"Here," Skull said. "Use this." He handed her the piece of cloth he had used to wipe himself and his blonde victim. Carmen glared at the tattooed man but took the sticky cloth and used it to wipe her face and the spatters of cum she could find on Max's thighs.

"Thanks, sweetheart," said Max.

Carmen smiled at her husband. "Not what we'd planned, but " she shrugged. "What the hell." She busied herself searching through the red leather pocket book determined not to give Skull the satisfaction of seeing how he had rattled her. She had not masturbated to a climax and her head hurt.

Skull turned his attention to the vehicle's former owner. "First thing we'll do is get rid of that yellow dress. It's all torn anyway," he said. He reached down and ripped the thin material from the already-torn bodice to the hem. With two more savage tugs he reduced the dress to yellow rags. The woman started to protest. Skull slapped her face.

"I told you, bitch, be quiet. You don't speak unless I tell you to." He grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her up onto the back seat and sat her next to him. Skull undid the woman's front-fastening brassiere and slipped it off. Now she was naked except for her white cotton panties, her stockings and shoes.

"Hey! Just look at those tits," he exclaimed. "Big and bouncy with nipples like strawberries."

Carmen resisted the urge to turn and look. Her eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror only to be met with Skull's mocking grin. His reflection winked, turned and bent over the frightened blonde. She squealed as he nuzzled the breast nearest to him and bit into the erectile tissue of the nipple.

"No!" she cried. "Oh no. Please no "

"Shut up you stupid bitch. I told you. You make a noise and I'll choke you. You want to die?"

"No no no," she replied in a hoarse whisper.

"I'll do more than nip your tits before we get to where the hell we're going. Do you hear me? Its been six years for me without a woman and you're going to fuck and suck me whenever and however I say . Do you understand, cunt?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"That's right. Now I'm going to get that tape off your arms so you can pull down your panties and show what else you've got for me to play with. Turn to your left, cunt."

Carmen heard the sound of duct tape being ripped off. 

"Now, get those knickers off, slut," said Skull.

"Her name is April April Reigns. Parent's had a sense of humour. And she's an accountant. Not a slut," said Carmen as she turned around to look at the couple on the back seat again.
 
"She's what I say she is. And that's Skull's little fuck-toy and if she doesn't do what I've told her to do she'll be a fuck-toy with a very sore ass," said Skull with a grin.

April struggled awkwardly with the tight-fitting cotton pants but, with a barely suppressed sob, eventually slipped them down her nylon clad legs and over her smart, heeled, shoes. She kept her knees pressed together until Skull growled, "Show me your cunt, you prissy bitch!"

April slowly opened her legs to reveal a neatly trimmed pale yellow bush.

 Skull grinned at Carmen. "A natural blonde. Just like you, I guess." His jeans and pants were now below his knees and his massive cock was showing signs of resurrection. "And soon I'm going to fuck her ears off. Feel free to watch, Carmen."

Carmen scowled at the rapist.

"There, now play with them tits. Get yourself all horny." said Skull. "Show little Carmen, here what the big girls do."

 The woman caught Carmen's eye as she obeyed Skull's commands and lifted and stroked her full breasts. Carmen rightly interpreted April's look as a silent plea for help. What the fuck does she expect me to do? Carmen thought.

"Fuck-toy, get on your slutty back and start playing with that pretty little cunt while I grow some more gristle," Skull said as he started to stroke his cable-like member.

Carmen said to Max. "Can't you stop him. We might be spotted by some busy-body, reported and pulled over by the road patrol."

Max shook his head. "Leave it, Carmen. That's not going to happen, We've got about three more hours driving before we get to where we're going and it's getting dark."

"So you won't even try to stop him?" Carmen said and a dark part of her psyche licked its lips and thought. Good. Be honest. You've been waiting to see the rich bitch fucked. Enjoy it.

Max didn't answer. 

Carmen scowled at him then turned to watch Skull and April. Skull's cock was almost rigid, as he knelt between April's slightly bent legs. The white flesh above the top of her stockings contrasted with a garish Technicolor tattoo of a demon astride an angel on Skull's thigh and muscular buttocks. The recumbent woman tearfully did as Skull demanded. She stretched out on the back seat, and, while she manipulated her breasts with one hand, the other rubbed her tight, dry, cunt. April turned her head and saw Carmen was watching. She must have seen something feral in Carmen's cool blue eyes because she gave a loud sob and turned her head away as Skull entered her and began to fuck her with long, slow, thrusts. April cried out at every pile-driving penetration and whimpered plaintively during each ponderous withdrawal.

It was, as Skull had promised, a "real, long, hard fucking."

Before Skull had finished, Carmen had furtively rubbed herself to a mild, unsatisfactory, orgasm and quietly reached across to discover Max, too, had been aroused by the activity on the back seat. She took Max's erection in hand and jerked him off in time to the increasing tempo of April's muted cries of "No! Oh, please "

Max whispered, "Thank you," as he came into the yellow rag some time before Skull reduced his victim to silence and pumped warm spurts of cum deep inside her.

Skull grinned at Carmen as he made April lick his now flaccid penis clean of his and her juices. Carmen looked away to avoid his mocking stare. Max turned off the highway and the vehicle began the climb into the wooded mountainous country towards their destination. It was quite dark with no moon visible through the thick clouds. At Carmen's insistence Max pulled over into a deserted lay-by so they could all relieve themselves.

"Sure could do with a crap," said Skull. "You look after my bitch, Carmen. Wouldn't like her to run away."

Carmen put her arm around the taller woman's waist and helped the naked accountant to walk to the grassy verge where they both squatted. April left her shoes in the Ford. She was still sobbing.

"You're going to kill me," she said to Carmen. "Aren't you?"

"Don't be silly," said the diminutive blonde. "As far as I'm concerned as soon as we've got what we're after we split. Max and me go one way, that bastard who kidnapped you goes the other. You heard what he said. You're his 'fuck-toy'. He's not going to kill you." He's going to fuck you senseless for the next few days, Carmen thought, and I'm finding the thought of that big cock of his walloping you, sweetheart, not unwelcome. At least he won't want a share of me.

"He hurt me. He's too big."

"I've got some gel in my sports-bag. I'll let you have some when we get where we're going. Come on. Back to the car. It's starting to rain."

***
It was dawn before a red-eyed and angry Max drove up to their destination. Carmen sighed with relief. April and Skull were sound asleep on the back seat.

 The rain had stopped and the sky was clearing. Max had taken several wrong turnings thanks to new road developments since he was last in the area. He had managed to bog the vehicle once when trying to turn on a narrow dirt track and it had taken two hours of digging to extricate the Ford.

The hut was built of pine logs and roofed with corrugated iron. It sat on a small rise to the north of the track they were on. Beyond the hut, to the east, Carmen could see a small waterfall with a log bridge and, beyond that, a steep and rocky hillside.

"This is it?" sighed Carmen. "Well at least it's still standing. The roof looks okay. We won't have to camp."

Max climbed out of the Explorer. He looked concerned. "Someone has been here," he said. "It's been maintained. It used to have a shingled roof. Let's see if there's anyone at home."

"Shall I wake Skull?" asked Carmen.

Max shook his head and peered through the dirty glass of one of the two windows facing the track. He shook his head again then moved swiftly to the door. The cheap padlock opened after one kick and Max went in. Carmen followed.

It was clear that the hut had been occupied but perhaps not recently. One corner had been screened off with hessian sacks stitched together and hung on wire to make a crude bedroom. As attested by heavily stained double mattress on the dusty floor. A fruit box with a  battered oil lamp on it served as a bedside table.

The fireplace was cold but cleared of ash and there was a neat pile of split logs stacked to one side. Another oil lamp sat in the middle of the mantle shelf. Two old kitchen chairs and a battered wooden table was the only furniture in the room. On the shelves that lined the room was a variety of household items, including; cutlery, crockery, a chipped enamel bowl, two plastic buckets, a dustpan and brush, a roll of paper towels, two saucepans and a kettle.

"We needn't have bought all that stuff," said Carmen. "If we'd known the place was furnished."

Max laughed genuinely for the first time since the jailbreak. "Squatters," he said. "Fucking squatters in Grandpa's old hut while I was rotting in jail. I should have the law on them."

Carmen looked at the grey light of dawn through the dirty windows and then at the stained mattress.

"Why don't we " she began as she pulled off her t-shirt..

"Yes," said Max as he unbuttoned his jacket. "Why don't we."

The two raced to be the first undressed. Carmen won by a sock. Max, despite his tiredness after the marathon drive was ardent to embrace his wife. They joined in a passionate embrace. Max crushed the diminutive dancer beneath his hard, muscled body and eagerly sought her lips her breasts and her smoothly plucked pussy. Perhaps he was too eager because, despite trying hard to restrain himself he finished before Carmen had come even close to her climax. Max groaned, rolled off his wife and apologised.

"It'll be better next time. Don't worry," she said as she turned her head away to hide the tears of disappointment. It was then she saw Skull's grinning head poking through the hessian drapes.

"Finished? Already? Carmen are you going to fix breakfast? The fuck-toy here can help you while Max and me unload the auto and look around for the squatters. Eh, Maxie, baby?" 

Skull watched Carmen hungrily as the married couple retrieved their scattered clothes and dressed.  She tried to ignore his blatantly lustful stare. Carmen had a feeling that if Max had not been close Skull would have been on to her like a dog onto a juicy bone. The dancer shuddered at the prospect.

***
