Chapter 15
Bull Zelman turned to Vince Nordland and said, "Okay. You finish her off now with the gun, and we'll bury the both of them together in the same hole. Maybe we'll put the stiff's cock in her cunt, so they'll have a fuck that'll last them forever! Romantic idea, ain't it?"
Bull's guffawing at his own joke stopped as he saw that Vince didn't move, but was still staring at the practically naked body of Penny on the cot.
"C'mon Vince, hurry it up. We've got to get back to town," he growled.
"No, I ain't gonna do it, Mr. Zelman. Least way's not right now, Vince said licking his lips. "Not until I have myself some more of that there piece of the best cunt I ever had in my life! Why don't you leave me here with her, I'll meet you at your office later tonight."
"You damned idiot," Zelman howled. "If you don't do it right now, I will!"
He made a motion to take the gun from Vince's giant hand. As Vince resisted, he locked him in a crushing bear hug - a Bull Zelman specialty.
As the men were struggling, Penny saw her chance and darted through the cabin door. Penny was running through the woods, nude. Only her shoes stockings and garter belt clung to her gleaming limbs as she ran for dear life. When she was about three hundred feet from the cabin, she heard a muffled shot as she plunged into the deep woods.
She had seen Russ lying dead outside where he had been dragged away from the clearing and in the leaves beneath a large tree. She had almost stumbled over him.
She hadn't touched him, however. She hadn't even stopped to look closely at him. Dimly she had remembered how he'd tried to bargain with the fat man and save himself while she was facing death. In the depths of her incoherent consciousness she realized that she hated him.
She had rushed on.
She hadn't thought of taking one of the cars near the cabin. She hadn't really thought at all. She had only wanted to get away.
She had wanted to run. To hide. To blot what had happened from her sight and mind. Now she was still running.
She didn't know how far she had come or where she was going. She didn't worry about getting lost. She didn't think of anything at all.
She only ran, stumbling blindly.
She slipped on some loose rocks on a hillside, but somehow kept her feet. She rocketed downward through the trees. Branches tore at her all-but-naked legs. One of her high heels broke off. Still she ran, now hobbling and reeling.
It happened that at that moment not far away two sometime fishermen lolled beside a stream, their poles and lines forgotten in favor of another activity which, as the afternoon wore on, had become more pleasurable than fishing.
By now they were very very drunk.
They lay back against the grass, surrounded by a litter of empty beer cans, and laughed raucously together as they exchanged the dirtiest stories that they knew.
One of them-called Fred-had black bushy hair and was of medium height. The other one, tall with a graying crew-cut, was named, Doug. They were mechanics who lived in Peekskill with their wives and children and worked in an industrial plant. This week they were on vacation.
Normally they were law-abiding men. But now they were drunk. And they were isolated from society-alone in a world of sky and trees, birds and insects, with only the gurgle of a stream and the fluttering of leaves to break the silence. Not counting, of course, their own voices-now slurred and punctuated by lascivious laughter as they tried to out-do one another in telling filthy jokes.
Into their world suddenly burst Penny.
Fred sat up, eyes staring. "What the livin' hell is this?" he exclaimed thickly.
"A wood nymph," Doug repeated, sounding as if he had a mouthful of hot potatoes. "An' she's as naked as a blue jay!"
"Man alive!"
"Please ..." Penny murmured again as she staggered up to them. She fell to one knee.
"Whassamatter, baby?" Doug asked, extending a hand out toward her. It wavered. "You have a %ht with your boy friend?"
"Thas it, Doug," the other one said through a gurgling laugh. "He got her up here in the woods, tore her clothes and "then she wouldn't fuck for him." He shook his finger at her. "Thass no good, baby. Mustn't hold out on giving pussy like that. It ain't nice for a girl to act that way, is it, Fred?" He laughed again.
"She must be a damn teaser, huh, Fred?"
"Man, alive! She's really stacked." Fred had gotten onto his hands and knees and he was crawling toward her. "Look at them knockers of hers, Doug, Will yuh?"
"An' the rest of her, too" Doug chimed in.
He had positioned himself beside his buddy and he also was on hands and knees. Penny was half-kneeling before them thoughtlessly exposing her tits and cunt.
Penny was only half-aware of her surroundings and of the men. Her mind was .still numb from the terrible series of shocks she had received at the cabin-the sudden appearance of Vince Nordland with gun in hand, the faithlessness of Russ. Russ' violent death, her man-handling by Bull and Vince, her escape ... It had been enough to shake the sanity of anyone.
And now these strange men were creeping up on her. She didn't understand. She murmured something unintelligible.
One of the men-the dark one-laughed. He kept coming closer. "Thas' all right, Li'l chicken. Li'l plucked chicken." He laughed again.
"Maybe she'll give us the hot cunny she wouldn' give her boy friend, huh, Fred?" the other one said beside him. "Maybe she likes the pricks of guys who're a little older."
"You think so, pappy?" Fred chortled.
They had reached her now. Their fingers were touching her bare arms.
Terror was closing its grip on Penny once more. She couldn't seem to understand. She felt as if she might be dreaming-as if everything that happened might have been a dream She didn't cry out. She didn't move. She stared. And then she began to whimper.
The dark man, Fred, reached for her big breasts-grasped one and lifted it as if he were picking an apple off a bough. "Hey ... zinga! Tha's what I call a real nice piece of titty. What's you say, boy?"
Doug grasped and lifted the other one. "A pretty nice handful." He sniggered.
"Please ..." Penny breathed as she fell forward on one arm. Her lush tits were dangling downward. Again they were in the men's hands and the men were shaking them loosely back and forth. She couldn't fight. She couldn't do a thing to protect herself.
The men were pressing against her now-both of them at once. She smelted their strong breaths, but couldn't identify what the aroma reminded her of. She lost her balance and rolled over on her back on the grass.
"Maan ... maaan ..." one of them was breathing as he crawled near her, "will you looka that twat of hers ..."
"Don't," she said weakly.
The man laughed.
The other one, who was beside her and rubbing his hand back and forth across the hobbling nakedness of her breasts, said, "Maybe we shouldn't Fred. Maybe we ... " "Shut up!" Fred cracked, now very serious. "I'm gonna try myself some of this here free pussy!"
"Well ... save a piece of ass for me, daddy," the other one said, no longer interested in arguing.
Penny wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She couldn't even talk. She saw the dark man moving closer to her, holding a huge erect cock in one hand. He grunted. She cried out, as she felt that big prick entering her abused cunt.
And that was all she knew.
"She's passed out!" Fred exclaimed, staring dumbly at her now-passive face.
"You think maybe she's sick?" asked Doug tensely.
"Naw, jus' liquored up. You know these damn young kids." And with that he began to ram his big dong in and out of her cunt with the eagerness of a hound-dog going on a scent.
Penny woke up suddenly. She screamed and beat at him with her fists.
Fred was letting the girl's blows fall where they would. There wasn't enough force in them to hurt him.
"Oooh-ee!" he yelled in exultation, as he came and shot a tremendous load of hot scum into her cunt.
Then Penny suddenly stopped fighting.
Something had happened ma which she had no control. She was in the grip of an elemental force which transcended reason as she felt herself aroused by his ejaculation of hot semen into her twat...
A rock gouged her in the back but she paid no attention to it.
"No ... no ..." she said.
The man was twitching, in the last throes of his "come".
"No!" Penny cried out, deprived of what she now needed for her aroused cunt.
The other man, was near her. "Don't worry, baby," he muttered. "Old Doug will fix you up. Yes, sir-ee!"
This man had an even bigger and stronger cock than his friend.
"Ooh!" Penny cried.
"Yeah, baby!" the man answered, as he thrust his dick in to the very hilt in her warm, slippery vagina.
She threw her arms around his back.
"Hey," she heard the other one yell, "that's no fair! She didn't fuck like that for me!"
"She knows a real man's cock when she sees one, don't you, baby?" Doug exclaimed.
Penny answered, "Yes! Yes!" Her mind was blank-totally blank. She couldn't think, she could only feel his tremendous penis going in and out of her raped cunt.
"Good, baby?" she heard the man demand in a growl. "You like that, huh?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
"Better fucking than the punk kid who brought you out here, I'll bet."
"Just fuck me!!" Her voice sounded like someone else's, spoken from a distance.
"I am screwing you, you sweet cunt!"
The other voice said, "Man, look at them fuck!"
The man groaned.
"I want to fuck that babe again!" the other said.
"She's got enough hump in that twat for an army!"
Now he was closer against her, his arms clasping her. The rock wasn't gouging her any more.
Wild fucking excitement had her in its grasp. She gave herself over to their raping cocks completely. Sweet, sweet hell!
Suddenly the whole world seemed to come apart. Great voluptuous waves rolled through her, shaking the very foundations of her being, she shrieked hysterically in the throes of a "come" that seemed as if it would never end.
Her mind seemed to be wavering in tempo with the response. She felt consciousness slipping.
Then there was nothing at all.
Doug was laughing to himself as he walked away from the girl's writhing cunt that he had just shot his load into.
Fred cursed as he prepared to thrust his cock into her vagina again.
"How d'you like that?" he demanded. "Both times when she has to put out her pussy for me she's out like a light."
"Some us got what it takes, daddy," Doug said, "an' some of us ain't."
Fred began by thrusting his cock in her cunt anyway and screwing like a wild man.
Penny didn't know a thing.
"Miss? Miss?"
The face shimmered in front of her like a reflection in water. It was a woman's face, with a white cap perched on graying hair.
A hand was gently shaking her shoulder. "Miss?"
Penny made a sound.
The hand left her shoulder. The face receded. From a distance she heard, "Doctor, she's regaining consciousness."
The face of a man now loomed above her. He was homely-big nosed with glasses, a dark blemish on one cheek. He wore a white gown which made her think of a hospital.
She turned her head and saw tight green walls. There was a plain uncurtained window, its mates drawn up.
She looked down at herself. She was wearing a hospital gown, too. She was in a white metal bed.
"How do you feel?" the man asked. He paused, looking at her intently. "Can you talk?"
She tried to. Only a slight sound came out.
"You're Penny Williams? Is that right?"
Penny Williams. She thought about that. Somehow it seemed familiar, but she wasn't sure. She was very confused.
The man bent closer. "Are you Penny Williams?" His voice was slower, more distinct this time.
She turned away from him.
When she looked up again, he was gone.
He had called her Penny Williams. The name kept repeating senselessly in her brain.
She was in a hospital. Why? What had happened? She tried to think back and found she couldn't. She couldn't remember anything.
Coming through the door into her room was a kindly-faced man, his complexion browned from long exposure to the sun. He was gray-haired and wore dark-rimmed glasses. He said, "Penny?"
The man in the hospital smock moved in front of the other one, grasped Penny by the shoulders and eased her down against the bed once more. "You have to rest, young lady. You've had quite a time."
The white-clad man stepped away.
"Higdon?" The other one was speaking again. "Don't you recognize me? It's Mr. Higdon."
"Mr. Higdon?" she repeated tonelessly.
The kindly lawyer was relieved as she looked at him, at least Penny could talk. He tried to tell her what had happened to her.
"Penny," he continued, "Sheriff Jim Nervell told me that the New York State Troopers contacted him after they found you in the woods. Do you remember what happened at all?"
Penny shook her head silently and then tears rolled down her cheek.
Higdon looked at the doctor standing nearby and said, "Maybe if I fill her in on some of the things which occurred, it will help her memory come back."
The doctor nodded assent and the attorney continued, "Some characters who wouldn't give their names called the State police and said there was a naked girl wandering around near Pine Mountain. It seems the State Troopers found you just in time. Bull Zelman was in the vicinity with a loaded gun, looking to finish you off. When the troopers found the bodies of two men near the cabin, he confessed to killing Vince Nordland and Valerie Desmond. But he claims that Vince Nordland shot the man identified as Russ Bates."
When- Higdon mentioned Russ Bates, Penny was wracked with sobs.
The lawyer took another try.
"As soon as you feel a little better Penny, I'm taking you out of here. You can rest up at home in Lynbrook and come back to your job in the office. Why, you're a young girl-in six months all this will be just a bad memory."
He moved towards the doors and continued, "There's someone from Lynbrook here to see you right now."
Jack Brooks, carrying a box of candy and a bouquet of flowers stepped hesitantly into the room. He approached the bed and handed Penny the colorful blossoms saying; "Penny, dear, I may not deserve it, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive the things I said and did. I've been blaming myself for a lot that's happened ever since that night. Do you think we can get together again."
Penny smiled and took the flowers in her hands slowly. As memories came flooding back, she knew that all she could ever do now was carry on from where she had left off-and it might turn out pretty good, after all.