Chapter 11

All the captives at E-Z Mount were brought into the dining room for a late lunch that afternoon. Tom claimed he had gone for a hike that morning, and had got on the wrong trail. It was as good an excuse as any. Besides, Ed Jones was the only one that was up and awake most of that time. The others simply slept in, somehow having faith that the Joneses would come up with a solution to the problem, and that was that.

Chuck looked a little worn, and happy. Zoe was her old bouncy self, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. She prepared lunch with Dot Weir's assistance, and Chuck helped by setting the table and doing little odd jobs. However, when he encountered Tom, he sulked back into his old disposition.

"Did ya make it?" Tom had jerked Chuck back into the corner of the large kitchen out of earshot of Zoe and Dot.

"Yeah."

"Well?"

"Well, what? It just happened." Chuck ducked his head.

"Uh-huh." Tom put his hand on Chuck's shoulder, but the latter flinched away. "I see. So that's how it is."

"How what is?" Chuck attempted to read his friend's expression, then childishly reached for Tom's hand and placed it on his shoulder.

Tom doubled his fingers into a light fist and playfully boxed at Chuck's chin. He tried to force a smile, but it was difficult. "Okay." He took a stance as if to brace himself with inner fortification. "Think ya can do it again—this afternoon?"

"Ya mean with Zoe? Yeah, like she's somethin' else!"

Tom cringed, clutched his fists together and banged on his thighs. Then, with his eyes tightly closed, he screamed: "I mean with all th' goddamn cunts around here!"

Zoe and Dot looked over in their direction, but Zoe motioned that they should not pay any attention to what was transpiring between the men.

"What's wrong, Tommy? Did I say somethin' wrong?"

"Not a goddamn thing." Tom's eyes popped open and he stared daggers into Chuck's face. "We're gonna have a motherfuckin' orgy this afternoon t' end all motherfuckin' orgies!" With a verbal slap, he stormed out, leaving Chuck with a bewildered expression.

Everyone at lunch was naked, except for Tom and Chuck, each of whom wore only their trousers and carried their guns. There was a quiet atmosphere at the table, little conversation as they all sneaked periodic glances at their two tormentors. Tom's face was drawn, contorted into a bitter sneer. He picked at his food. Chuck, on the other hand, had a ravenous appetite, and a perpetual smile, unless he happened to look at Tom. Zoe watched the two out of the corner of her eye. Now she was beginning to get a little frightened. What if Tom did something unforeseen? What if he completely turned on Chuck? She wished she had the privacy to discuss it with her husband. Ed might not have the answers, but at least he would be forewarned.

Tom loudly scuffed his chair back from the table and got to his feet. Standing arms akimbo, his gun tucked in the front of his trousers, he scanned the parties present as if he were attempting to come up with a diabolic plot. "Chuck-baby, you keep a good eye on these bastards for a few minutes, while I'm gone. Okay?"

Before he received Chuck's answer, Tom ducked out of the dining room. Chuck followed him with his eyes, then nervously looked back at the eyes staring at him. He got up, apprehensively, and stood a distance away from everyone, bracing himself against the door leading out.

Zoe got up to clear the tables.

"Stay where ya are," Chuck warned.

"Just going to gather things up."

"No, ya ain't. I want everyone just t' stay where they are-anyone moves and I'll get trigger-happy. Understand?" Chuck's face had turned scarlet. He was frightened.

"Afraid we'll rush you?" Fred Smith questioned.

Now Chuck was perspiring. "Look, all of you just stay where ya are. Understand?"

"Look at him," Rob McAn said, "he's scared shitless!"

"I-I-ain't!"

"Yes, he is," Fred jabbed.

"Leave him alone," Zoe called, "all of you!"

"Zoe?"

"If he pulls that trigger," Zoe continued, "it'll be because you dared him to."

"Yeah, that's right." Chuck wanted to trust Zoe.

"Be grateful that he doesn't lock you back up in the cabins." Zoe was indirectly playing up to Chuck.

"Yeah, listen to her." Chuck was practically pleading.

"Zoe's right," Ed interjected, and the matter seemed settled.

Chuck felt the tension subside, however, he did not alter his position from the door. His eyes constantly moved from one to another. The slightest movement caused him to jerk his gun to attention. It was a tense several minutes for everyone involved, until Tom eventually returned.

"Any problems?" Tom seemed more his old self, somewhat relaxed. He put his hand on Chuck's shoulder. "Feel like havin' a little more fun, Chuck-baby?"

"Ya mean sex?"

"Yeah, why not? We're gonna split from here after a while, but I got th' hots t' see a little more way out action—don't you?" Tom dug his fingers into Chuck's shoulder as if to force a yes out of him.

"Sure, Tommy, sure."

"Okay, ever'body into th' game room." Suddenly Tom was like a camp physical director.

"Can't I clear up the dishes first?" Zoe was concerned. Besides, she was curious to see that Chuck's reaction would be. Contrary to what she thought, he went completely along with his buddy.

The entire group of naked bodies filed into the game room. All four of the McAns were bored, the boys more so than the girls. When they mumbled amongst themselves, Tom quickly prodded them into silence and warned against any conspiracies.

"Okay," Tom announced, as he stood across the room from the captives and rested his hand on Chuck's shoulder. "Now I'll tell ya how it's going t' be. Chuck, pull off your breeches."

Chuck hesitated, but Tom took his gun from him and patiently waited while the husky man did as he was told.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, Chuck-baby, okay."

Zoe noted a peculiar resigned attitude in Tom's behavior, like a man going to an execution, she thought, then wondered why she thought it. He was not so much tense as he was just different. She decided that he looked overly relaxed, ready to accept his fate. That began to bother her, for she was certain he was up to something—something unexpected.

Tom handed the guns casually to Chuck, and used one hand to rip his belt and trousers buttons open. Then, as he slid them down his legs, he half smiled.

Zoe was becoming more and more uneasy. "Something's wrong," she whispered to Ed.

"What do you suppose?"

"Okay, cut th' whisperin'." Even Tom's orders seemed to lack the old luster. "Now I'll tell ya what, you and you," he pointed to Dot and Zoe, "you're gonna work on Chuck and get him all fuckin' hot and ready t' shoot his load. And you and you," he pointed to the McAn girls, "you'll do th' same t' me. All you broads'll treat us like we was a couple'a kings. Understand? And that means you'll lick us everywhere and kiss us all over. Okay, Chuck-baby? You'll like that, won't ya?"

"Yeah, sure, Tommy, sure."

"And just for a little variety t' spice up th' show, all you guys are gonna feel each other up, suck a few cocks and punk a few asses, just t' get us all excited. That'll really turn ya on, won't it, Chuck-baby?"

So that was his game! Zoe watched the byplay between the two convicts. The whole reason for this particular sex display was to humiliate Chuck because of what had happened between him and her. She had heard that in prison men killed over their possessiveness of other men. Was Tom really that possessive of Chuck? Neither man looked the type, but they had obviously been perverted by the penal system. She reached for Ed's hand, worked her fingers in between his and squeezed with all her might. She had a premonition, and it frightened her. Ed sensed it, and somehow realized that the only way they could avert tragedy would be to get those guns. But what was going to happen?

"And what am I supposed to do while all this degenerate activity is going on?" Rose Smith asked, feeling left out and secretly anxious to participate.

"Baby, you've drawn th' lucky number," Tom said, and patted Chuck's shoulder before he moved toward Rose. "You get t' watch th' preliminaries—and then when ever'one's so fuckin' hot they can't see straight, you'll get t' suck Chuck while I fuck ya— Ain't that a treat? Huh?" He pinched her tit to get a response.

"Ab-so-lute-ly disgusting!" Rose had a haughty air.

Tom laughed loudly and swatted her across the butt. "You'll love it, toots, and ya know it!"

"Why, you cold-blooded barbarian!" Fred charged as he stepped toward Tom. "You wouldn't know how to treat a lady, even if your mother had been one."

"Okay, Mac, that did it!" Tom thrust his gun into Fred's face.

"Don't! For God's sake, don't!" Rose shrieked.

Tom turned coolly and stared at the tormented woman. "Look, cunt, I'm runnin' this show, not you. Understand? I'm sick and tired of this blabber-mouth buttin' in. So we'll just see what else he can do with that mouth of his. You!" He pointed to Roy McAn. "Stand over here. Okay. Now you," he jabbed the gun at Fred's ribs, "get down on your motherfuckin' knees in front'a this guy, cause you're gonna suck th' hell out'a his cock."

"I will not!" Fred stood in defiance.

Tom glared intently into Fred's eyes. Then, without warning, he jerked his hand into the air and landed the gun butt against the man's temple. Fred screamed out in agonizing pain and held his hands to his head as a trickle of blood began to flow through his fingers. "Now, get on your piss-ass bastard knees before I kill you!"

Rose immediately went to her husband's rescue, but Tom pushed her aside, propelling her across the room, where she was caught by Dot Weir and Babs McAn. They attempted to comfort her. Rose buried her head on Babs' shoulder and stifled sobs. She could not watch.

Fred was staggering from the shock of the blow to his head, and it took little effort for Tom to force him to his knees. Then, holding the gun in his left hand, Tom grabbed a fistful of Fred's hair, twisted it between his fingers and yanked his head back. "All right, bastard, open your cocksuckin' mouth! Open, goddamn it, or I'll tear your hair out by the roots!" He put his gun into Roy's ribs. "Step closer and put your cock in his mouth."

"What if he bites?" Roy was apprehensive.

"It'll be th' very last bite he takes in this life," Tom was savagely cold, his words intimidating beyond a doubt.

Roy's cock-head barely touched Fred's lower lip. It was only partially erect, but the feel of a mouth against his penis, encouraging its stiffness.

Pulling on Fred's hair until it seemed he was about to unroot it, Tom yelled, "Ya gonna suck that goddamn pecker or ain't ya? Huh? Huh?"

"Y-Yes."

"Then take it in your mouth!"

The penis had no more than entered Fred's lips than he began to gag.

"Do that once more and I'll pistol-whip ya t' death!"

It took much effort and concentration to keep from vomiting on the spot, but Fred somehow managed to go through with the prescribed ordeal, hating every moment of it, but doing it as if fighting for his very life.

In a few moments, Tom had all the men performing unnatural acts on each other, so alien to them basically, that they had great difficulty executing them. Tom kept looking to Chuck for approval as the acts became more and more outrageous.

Once he had that activity fairly much underway, so that the wives, seeing their husbands doing those things, had peculiar reactions, Tom decided it was time for the main attraction to begin. He positioned Chuck about five feet from where he was, so that they were facing each and and had a full view of what the men were doing. They laid propped up with large pillows. Each held his gun in one hand.

"Whatever ya do," Tom warned Chuck, "don't take your eyes off these bastards for one second—not even why ya get ready t' shoot your load—cause they're liable t' try and fuck us up. And use your goddamn gun if ya have to. Understand?"

"Yeah, Tommy, I understand."

"Crazy!" Tom waved the gun in the air as if directing traffic with it. "Okay, you broads that I assigned a few minutes ago, come and do your thing. And you—you with the lucky number," he was pointing at Rose, "get over here where I can see ya real good."

Rose hesitantly crossed near to where the action was. However, she forced herself not to watch what the men were doing. Zoe patted her on the shoulder as she moved to Chuck and got on her knees to one side of him. Dot got on the other side.

"What's wrong with Tommy?" Zoe whispered a question to Chuck as she put her face to his ear and began licking into it.

Chuck rolled his head back so that she could lick down his throat. At the same time, Dot began caressing his belly and lowered her lips to his chest to lap around in little circles. "He gets like this sometimes—all upset," he whispered practically into Zoe's ear. "It's best t' do what he says—cause he get's real upset and wants t' do bad things."

"Worse than this?"

"Oh, yeah, much worse."

The McAn girls had got beside Tom and had begun fondling around his body. Babs, especially, was fascinated with his cock. He cocked his head and listened. "Okay, what th' fuck's th' talkin' about?"

"Nothin', Tommy, honest. She was just whisperin' sweet nothing's about how sexy she thinks I am."

"Oh, yeah? Well, no goddamn whisperin'!" Tom-barked. "Ya ain't sexy, Chuck-baby! You're an overgrown tub'a lard, and any broad-ass cunt that says you're sexy is a goddamn liar!"

"He's jealous, Chuck," Zoe whispered, "don't listen to him."

Chuck's hurt expression changed to a half smile. "Yeah, Tommy, I guess you're right, okay. Ya always are."

"Damn right I am!" Tom laughed psychotically. "Now shut up and let them broads get ya all hot and bothered. Suck on his belly, cunts; and one'a ya get down and suck on his toes and things like that. Make his fuckin' dick get so bitchin' hard—like it's never been before—hard! Hard!"

Babs had licked a straight line down from his right nipple to the inside of his groin. Tom's cock was only slightly firm. She decided she was going to do something about that. Tonguing into the crease between his crotch and his thigh, she slowly penetrated toward his cock.

Both Chuck and Tom had lounged back passively, their hands resting on the floor as the girls tongued and fingered their bodies. Chuck wanted to close his eyes to let his erotic imaginings transport him into a world of conjured fantasy, but he knew he must not let any of those present out of his sight for one minute—including Tom. He watched the men in their perverted demonstration, which helped to arouse him. Then he looked to Tom being serviced by the McAn girls. Their eyes met. Tom waved his gun just above the floor as if to acknowledge the fun they were having.

Chuck used his free hand to fondle Zoe's tit as she licked her way over his chest, around his nipples and down his bulgy soft belly to tongue into his navel. As she moved from that belly indentation, she used her tongue broadly to mop a circle around the button, ever widening until she licked into pubic hair. At the same time, Dot had begun at his toes, sucking each one into her mouth as if it was a small cock. Then she moved over first one foot and then the other, inching her way up his hairy legs.

The McAn girls were tonguing Tom's body in a similar way. Both men, by then, had firm erections. Tom's had risen and flopped upward onto his belly, where Babs traced her fingers around it, circling her index finger about the head to smear the clear lubricating fluid over it.

Dot had lapped her way up Chuck's thighs until she came to his scrotum. She lipped first one ball and then the other. Widening her mouth, she sucked both testicles in, swishing her tongue around the shape of them. Chuck was writhing with erotic splendor, jolting and turning in several directions. Now it was even more difficult to keep from closing his eyes. He concentrated on watching the men performing fellatio and sodomy, and by then, several of them seemed carried away and enthusiastic about the sport in which they were indulging.

Tom's approach was purely clinical, even while the girls were stimulating his every nerve end. Periodically he would stare at Chuck with unrelenting tension. Then one of the McAn girls would hit an extremely sensitive spot on his body and he would cringe with tingling reaction. But his attention kept returning to Chuck, his eyes widening in a near hypnotic gaze as if daring Chuck to enjoy what was happening—or defying him to do so. Chuck avoided Tom's eyes as often as possible, but there was no doubt that he was aware of the threat.

Now, as Dot chewed on his testicles like a squirrel with a passion for nuts, Zoe licked around the head of Chuck's cock, outlining the mushroom shape of it as though it were a tasty morsel which she was savoring. Chuck threw his head back as circles of delightful pain rippled through him. Tom cleared his throat, Chuck brought his head forward, half smiled, and waved his gun to show that he was remembering. Tom winked, then looked down contemptuously at the girls servicing his body.

Fred Smith, who had been in a humiliating position on his hands and knees, being fucked in the ass by Rob McAn while Roy was under him sucking his cock, was vainly attempting to perform fellatio on Steve Weir, who was lying in front of him. Suddenly, without realizing what precisely had caused it, Fred's vocal chords vibrated on Steve's penis, advising that he was about to shoot his load. That triggered Steve, and the two men erupted at once. Watching the men writhe spastically in climax, excited Tom, and his attention was held on them until Fred fell forward, panting and sobbing on the floor, Rob still pumping away at him.

Both Babs and Bet had been tonguing up the sides of Tom's cock, each nibbling on the knob-head as if attempting to see who would be first to get full control of it. Their fingers clawed and scratched into his flesh, and even he was having difficulty remembering the gun in his hand.

Chuck, too, was in ecstasy. Zoe was going down on his cock, while Dot was first sucking on his balls, then washing her tongue further beneath them so that the tip of it was flicking at his asshole, then back up to his balls. "Is it okay if I come, Tommy?"

"No, goddamn it, hold back!" With that he practically knocked the McAn girls from his cock and bolted upright into a position on his knees. "Okay, you!" He pointed at Rose, snapped his fingers and motioned for her to lie down before him. "Get your ass down here and spread your pussy."

Rose tried not to appear too eager as she got onto her back, scooted down toward Tom and hoisted her legs to the sides. Tom crawled to her, letting his wet cock momentarily rest in her crotch as he directed the McAn girls to start eating out each other's pussies. The girls were so hot anyway, by then, that it took no more than a simple command for them to fall into wild cunt-lapping action.

Tom perched his cock-head in the opening of Rose's vagina, stretching the lips so that they just barely surrounded it. "You!" He motioned to Dot, "get on your back just above this cunt, so that Chuck can eat out your snatch while he's fucking this same broad in the mouth!"

Chuck hesitated, his eyes meeting Tom's briefly and accepting the threat he saw in them. Then, with effort, he straddled Rose's breast, gouging his cock up from between her tits and into her waiting mouth. As Chuck's cock eased in between Rose's lips, Tom penetrated his penis into her cunt as far as it would go.

"Lean forward, Chuck, and eat out that cunt's snatch!"

Chuck leaned over to tongue his way into Dot's pussy, using one hand to spread the cunt-lips and massage the clitoris; while he did his best to hold onto the gun with his other hand, Tom put his hands on Chuck's hips. The fingers of one hand scratched into the round flesh of Chuck's ass, while the other hand clutched the gun. His attention moved from Chuck's thrusting hips and gaping asshole, to an almost paranoiac obsession with the gun in his other hand. If he did not have it, he could hold his buddy's rear end and fully caress it—like in prison.

Tom's eyes shot from the performance before him, as he now, too, had begun a pumping action with his hips. His glance swept around the room, to Babs and Bet sixty-nining, to Zoe crouching beside them, uncertain as to what was expected of her. Then he looked to the men on the other side of them. His cock was sliding in and out of Dot's cunt automatically, but his thoughts were elsewhere. His eyes focused on a large, old, fourteen-day clock, its pendulum ticking out the seconds of destiny. He set his fucking thrusts to the beat of the clock. A faint smile crossed his lips. Zoe observed. She, too, looked to the clock. What was he timing? How long it would take him to come? Or—as a sudden thought hit her—was he waiting for a kind of time bomb to go off? Was something set to happen at a designated moment?

Dot Weir had thrown her legs over Chuck's shoulders. He gripped one hand to the cheek of her ass, and, as he continued the methodic thrusting of his cock into Rose's mouth, he found it a little awkward to fully eat into Dot's cunt. He relaxed his hold on the gun in his hand, and set it on the floor so that he could use both hands to clutch the cheeks of Dot's butt, and raise it off the floor so that he could straighten his back. Dot slid toward him on her shoulders while he hoisted her as he got upright.

Fred Smith, now, beginning to control his frantic panting after his moment of climax, although Rob was still pumping at his ass, observed Chuck's maneuver. His initial fear was that he might in some way hurt Rose. But seeing that she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself under the circumstance, he merely wondered at what was happening. Then his attention focused on Chuck's gun lying on the floor, not too far from Rose's head. Fred was about three feet from it. Now, while Rob was still going to town on top of him, Fred used the thrusting action to propel himself and Rob toward the gun. It was an inch by inch process.

As Chuck got in more of an upright position and smacked his lips and tongue about Dot's cunt with an absolute passion, Tom's hands fell from his friend's backside. He wrapped one hand around the front of his buddy's body as if to hold him in place. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, Tom raised his hand with the gun until the barrel pointed at the base of Chuck's skull.

Chuck raised his mouth from Dot's snatch and threw his head back, barely missing the gun aimed at him. "Aagh! Aaagghh! I'm gonna come—I'm gonna come!!!" He put his mouth back into Dot's crotch as he thrust even harder with violent jerking into Rose's mouth.

"Me, too!" Tom yelled. "I'm comin' with ya, baby- - Chuck-baby—like we always did—just you and me!" He had the gun at the base of Chuck's skull again. "Shoot, Chuck-baby! Let me know when ya shoot your load. Okay! I'll shoot with you! Okay?"

Chucks's body was vibrating with explosive energy, as if every nerve cell in it had opened up and from them poured the electricity that plunged through him to spurt out the end of his cock. As he jabbed his fingers at Dot's clitoris, the husky man threw his head back. "Aagh! Aagghh!! Here it comes! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!!!!!!"

Zoe saw Tom's fingers tighten. With the spring of a panther onto a prey, she lunged to her feet throwing her full weight against his arm. The gun exploded, but it was off its mark.

At the same moment, Fred Smith, who had been observing, mustered all his strength to jerk his body upward, bucking Rob McAn from his position at his ass. Fred, too, jolted forward, scampering to retrieve Chuck's gun.

Zoe scuffled with Tom, clawing her nails into his wrist, and when that did not completely do the trick, she connected her teeth to his forearm. As he grappled to free himself from the sharp pain of her bite, and at the same time a little dazed, since he propelled his load of come into Rose's twat at the same time that Chuck shot his, the gun was dislodged from his grip and went sailing across the floor. Ed Jones was quick to scramble toward it.

Now Fred, panting with fury, and Ed, breathlessly holding the other gun, both aimed at the felons. Tom shook himself free from Zoe and scratched his hands piercingly into Chuck's back as if attempting to tear out his flesh by the handfuls.

"Pull th' goddamn trigger, ya bastards! Blow our fuckin' brains out!" Tom screamed, and his screaming was drowned out by the horrifying screams of Chuck.

But above the screaming came an urgent pounding at the door. All eyes, including Chuck's (in spite of the extreme pain he was experiencing from Tom's gouging into his back) turned as the door was kicked open.

"Tommy- " Chuck managed to say, temporarily unaware of the horrendous pain, "it's th' cops!"

"Yeah—I know, baby." Tom groped his fingers from their intense hold on Chuck's back, up to his back, pulling them head to head. "I know—I know—I called them! I told 'em we were here! But they were supposed to take us back—take us back- dead! We lucked out, Chuck-baby—we lucked out!" Tom's head fell to the center of Chuck's back, between his shoulders as great sobs filled him, his teeth cutting into Chuck's skin. Chuck threw his head back as Dot's body slid down his chest and she rolled onto the floor.

Zoe stood over the two convicts, first eyeing the three mystified police officers, none of whom had ever seen a room full of so many naked bodies of mixed gender. Then she slowly raised her hand and stroked Chuck's tousled head, and raised the other hand to Tom's. Neither man seemed to feel her, but she felt compassion.