Chapter 5
The next morning, Hank and Sandy awoke early. Sandy was surprised to hear pounding on her door and was doubly amazed to behold Rhonda and Hank.
"All set to go?" Rhonda chirped.
"Do you feel all right?" Sandy asked.
"Oh yeah," Rhonda said, "I guess I really had a little too much to drink last night. Hell, I don't remember anything after we sat down at the table."
"Oh . . . " Hank said playfully, "so you girls snuk out on us last night, eh?"
"Just for a bit," Sandy said, trying to keep everything cool.
"Well, it couldn't of been too long," Hank said as he pulled Sandy close to him and winked at her. "I certainly remember when you came in Sandy. Boy was that fun?"
Sandy tried to maintain her emotional poise, for she realized that her husband was inadvertently talking about Rhonda and not her.
The foursome had a quick breakfast and soon were on the road towards the small village of Santina, where they were going to catch the train to La Rosa.
Tiny stayed just enough behind the foursome so that Hank, Rhonda, and Steve and Sandy did not notice the beat up mail truck which was following them all the way to La Rosa.
Tiny took a sting, low long swallow of the tequila which he had bought in Juarez.
"Hey Chico," Tiny said, "come up here."
Chico Rodriguez was a six-foot-five Mexican who was built like Mr. Universe. Chico wan Tiny's strong arm, and no one but no one gave Chico any shit! Chico was also useful to Tiny and his band renegades for another reason: Chico knew the roads of Mexico like the palm of his hand, for Chico had been born and raised in this area.
"Yees." Chico said.
"Hey, Chico," Tiny asked, "where do you reckon our friends are headed?"
"Weel, leets see! Heel, there's only wun place dey ken bee heeded . . . Seenteena! Eet's de only pleece theese roads goes!"
"Hmmmm!" Tiny said as he took another shot of the thick, clear cactus juice, "Well, what the hell's in Santina? It's just a little village, ain't it?"
"Yees," Chico said, "dee only theeng to due in Seenteena is to catch de train weech goes to LaRosa.
"Oh yeah, the train to La Rosa. That's the one that boogies through all of those cliffs and things. And, if I ain't mistaken, it's the only train that runs on those tracks and it only runs once a week, right?"
"Yees. Only once."
"Well, what are they going to do with their car?"
"Dey ken pay for the car to bee dreeven to LaRosa and peek up car dere."
"Very interesting, very interesting," Tiny said, as he offered Choco a swig of Tequilla.
The dry, patched, cactus-dotted Mexican desert seemed to stretch on into desolate infinity. Rippling waves of desert heat rose from the empty terrain, and even the air conditioner in the car didn't help.
"Boy, there isn't a soul around here, is there?" Sandy said as she stared out over the flat, dry earth.
"Nope," Steve said, "we're on our own, that's for sure!"
"Well, Santina's only about half hour away," Hank said.
Santina was a small, dusty, village which was kept alive only by the tourist trade it received from the railroad and by the fee the small travel agency charged for driving tourist's cars to La Rosa. In front of the small, adobe tourist building stood a group of about twenty tourists, most of them were Americans.
"Well, there's the train!" Steve said, as he pointed to a nine car, old fashioned steam train with a caboose at the end of it.
The train was in excellent shape; it was well painted and looked like it was brand new.
"That's nice," Rhonda said.
While the foursome bought their tickets and made arrangements for the car to be driven to LaRosa, no one noticed as Tiny and his 3 men crawled out of the mail truck and piled into the caboose of the train!
Inside the Mexican train, it was immaculate. The foursome had the last car next to the caboose. There were no other passengers in the car, which had three sleepers in it, a restroom, a self-contained water supply, and an assortment of food.
"Wow!" Steve said, "we're really set up, ain't we?"
"Yep!" Hank replied, "We could live here for a week and not worry about anything."
There was a hissing gush of steam as the train pulled out of Santina and began the overnight journey towards La Rosa.
Inside the caboose, Tiny's men were anxious to "spring into action." They had been drinking steadily for five hours.
"Come on, Tiny!" Buz said, "let's make our move now!"
"Godamit!" Tiny said, "I told you guys we have to wait until its dark. Now, godamit, relax!"
"I want action now!" Buz bellowed. Tiny was not used to being screamed at, especially by his own men!
"Fuck!" Tiny bellowed. "You want action! Well, godamit, I'll show you some action! Chico, come here and show Tiny some action!
Chico was Tiny's strong arm, and it was Chico who kept order among the men when they became unruly. Chico sprang into vicious action as he grabbed Buz by the shoulders and slammed him up against the wooden walls of the caboose.
"You geeve Teeny no sheet!" Chico said as he growled viciously in Buz's face.
Buz knew better than to try and tackle a man who was three times his size and six times as strong as he was!
"Sure, Chico, sure, I'll be cool, I just, well shit, I'll be cool!"
"Listen, boys, here's the plan. I've already "talked to" the engineer and his partner. There'll be no interference from them!"
Yes, before the train had pulled out, Tiny and Chico had "reminded" the engineer what would happen to him if he gave them any trouble. The engineer, like the rest of the Mexican peasants in this desolate area of the world, knew of Tiny's reputation, and the engineer also knew that Tiny would make his threats real! Tiny had instructed the conductor to lock the accordion compartment leading from the foursome's car to the rest of the train at six o'clock. Rhonda, Sandy, and the two husbands would be at the ultimate mercy of Tiny and his liquor-crazed men!
Long, dark afternoon shadows began to creep across the landscape as the terrain transformed from a flat, dusty desert to a series of rocky, majestic mountains.
Within an hour, darkness had fallen and it was six o 'clock.
Jane, Rhonda, Steve, and Hank were leisurely sipping martinis when Tiny and his men burst through the rear door of the foursome's car like demon's from hell!
"What the . . . " Hank said as the group of ten men surrounded him and his three fellow passengers.
Buz gave Rhonda a lewd wink and said, "Hi, babe, remember me? That was sure some nice fuck last night!"
"What?" Rhonda said.
"What?" Steve said.
"Hey, bud," Buz said to Steve, "that your old lady?" Steve nodded.
"Well, I don't know if you know it or not, but she got drunk out of her mind last night and I fucked her pussy!"
Sandy was both terrified and angry, and her first instinct was to charge Buz. She dug her long, sharp fingernails into his burly face.
"Bitch!" Buz shouted as he knocked Sandy to the floor. There was a wild scuffle as Hank and Steve charged Buz.
"Show these fuckers we mean business!" Tiny said.
His men, like a trained army of private warriors, sprang into cruel and vicious action! One of the men grabbed Hank by the throat, spun him blurringly around, and delivered a vicious kick to the groin, which sent the gagging husband sprawling in fierce agony on the floor.
Steve was flung high above Chico's massive shoulders by the big Mexican who had his eye on Rhonda's red, long luxuriant hair.
"Tie those two fuckers to the wall!" Tiny commanded.
Tiny's men, using the hemp rope and knives they had in their pockets, tied Hank and Steve to the side of the car. Two men were holding Rhonda, and Sandy was still panting exhaustedly on the floor. Tiny had his mind still dead intent on some kind of humiliating revenge for the innocent young Sandy, and said:
"Here, you fucking blonde bitch! This is for last night!"
In full view of the shocked husbands and the now-terrified Rhonda, Tiny removed his wine-filled cock which was thick and bloated from the copious amount of tequila which he had imbibed, and shamefully pissed all over the shivering form of the hapless teenage wife!
Sandy screamed in helpless agony as Tiny's streaming piss burned her tender flesh with a humiliating trail of revenge.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she cried in total humiliation.
"That's to show you people we mean business!" Tiny said, "You don't give us what we want. . . we'll fuck you up good!"
"You can't get away with this!" Hank protested, "the conductor or the engineer, or someone will come back here sooner or later!"
Tiny gave a lewd roar of demonic laughter which seemed as though it were going to rupture the wooden rafters of the car.
"You dumb, stupid sonofabitch!" Tiny roared. "I own this fuckin country and these godamn people in it! The conductor and the engineer know what's going on back here! Christ, they know better, than to cross me and my men! There ain't no passengers gonna come back here, cause the door is locked! Yep, Bud, me and my boys have all got your pretty little women all to ourselves!"
"It won't work!" Steve said.
"Gag those two bastards!" Tiny wailed with a malicious sneer.
The men took two dirty bandana handkerchiefs and wrapped them tightly around the mouths of the two husbands so that now all that could be heard from the two men was a chorus of muffled, incoherent mutterings!
Sandy was trying to absorb the bizarre chain of events which had happened at such breakneck speed. These men were dead intent on ravishing the two wives, in full view of their husbands! But the thing which terrified Sandy the most was the fact that she, and her follow travelers were trapped! They were out in the middle of hell in the Mexican desert on a train in which no one could help them!
Buz wiped the blood from his face and went over to taut Steve.
"Yeah, Bud," he said. "I fucked your old lady in the godamn night club last night!"
Rhonda didn't remember what had happened last night, but she noticed that her cunt was sore and all of her bones ached. Rhonda didn't mind a little fun but to think that she had been with this lewd and vulgar man last night was a little too much!
"Yeah, I fucked her real good," Buz said. "Don't believe me, eh? Well, I happen to know that she has a mole on the inside of her left thigh!"
Steve's eyes popped wide open, for the husband knew that there was only one way that Buz could know about that mole!
Rhonda glanced at her husband, and even the haughty redhead got a look of shame on her face.
Sandy was having trouble adjusting to this incredible situation, for what had happened, last night between her, Rhonda, and Hank was merely an accident, but this, this situation was shockingly different: these men were going to get what they wanted by force!
"You fuck dee reedheed?" Chico asked Buz as Chico made a lewd sign with his fingers.
"Yep!" Buz said.
"I want to fuck her too," Chico said as he salaciously eyed the huge, gobular orbs of Rhonda's voluptuous breasts.
Even Rhonda shuddered as she eyed the monstrous physique of Chico and she had no idea how any woman could survive a bout with this gargantuan stud of a man!
"Take it easy, Chico," Tiny said, "everyone will get what they want sooner or later."
Tiny strode boldly over to the sink in the fully-equipped passenger car and began pumping it full of water. When the sink was full, he got a bar of soap from the linen cabinet and threw it into the sink.
"All right, boys," Tiny said, with a malevolent sneer on his face, "She's got piss all over her . . . scrub her up!"
There was a raucous chorus of lewd approval from the group of liquor-infested men as they descended upon the captured wife like demons from the legions of hell! Sandy felt their strong hands seize her and lift her into the air as though she were a piece of meat being laid out for inspection! Her eyes locked into a shameful glance with her husband, and both of them realized that there was not a thing that Hank could do which would help her; she was helplessly at the mercy of this group of brutish men!
There were hands all over Sandy: she felt them rudely poking and mauling her blouse-clad breasts, snaking between the jean-clad hummock of her tender thighs, and pinching the twin-half moons of her full, womanish buttocks. A pair of hairy, huge hands was rapidly unbuttoning Sandy's blouse as the men leered in lewd arousal at her flawlessly hewn and exquisite flesh as her blouse parted to reveal the silky garment of her tit-stuffed brassiere, through which could be seen the wrinkled peaks of her nipples. All of the men gazed upon the forbidden flesh of the alluring teenage wife's sumptuous belly and the shallow crater of her navel. Before Sandy had time to even think about what was happening to her, one of the men reached along the smooth, graceful lines of her back and unclasp the metallic clip of her brassiere. Her brassiere literally exploded from the twin peaks of her breasts to reveal one of the most secretive parts of the teenager's sumptuous body to this group of total strangers.
The mouths of the men gaped open in wide amazement as they looked upon the high, proud, pert swells of Sandy's flawlessly formed breasts, and each of the men freely explored, tweaked, and pinched her sumptuous tits in full view of Sandy's shocked husband!
Tears of true, naked humiliation and shame welled up in the blue, pretty eyes of the hapless Sandy as never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought that she would be degraded and treated in such a manner! Her lips trembled at the thought of what was to come . . .just exactly what were these men going to do to her?
"Cone on!" one of the men yelled and insisted, "I wanna have a look at her pussy!"
"Yeah, good idea," a shaggy-haired man said as he unbuttoned Sandy's tight-fitting jeans and began working them off over the full, white, tender curves of the red-blooded teenager's naked thighs and over her long, white, tapering legs and suddenly, the voluptuous teenage wife was completely naked to the waist! All of the eyes of the booze-infested men were on the fleecy garment of Sandy's panties, for the swirling tufts of her luxuriant pubic hairs could be seen beneath her panties!
"Spread her thighs!" Tiny commanded, "I'm gonna remove her underwear for her!"
The men tightly held Sandy as though she were a human battering ram and pulled her legs powerfully and widely apart. Tiny lewdly stood between the delectable, white flesh of her teenage thighs, and took his brown tobacco-stained teeth to catch the helpless wife's panties at the curve of her naked crotch as he shamelessly pulled her underwear off to reveal the naked folds of her quivering vagina for all the men to see!
So . . . that was Tiny's plan for revenge on Sandy . . . he was going to completely humiliate her in front of her husband!
"Here boys," Tiny said as he tossed the well-lathered bar of soap to one of his men.
"Scrub 'er down!"
Rhonda realized that what was happening was partly her fault, for, if she hadn't gotten drunk out of control, Sandy wouldn't be in the situation she was in now. Rhonda wondered if there was anything she could do to help, for although Rhonda had "been around," she knew that Sandy was as innocent and inexperienced as a new blossomed rose. Could Rhonda somehow give the men enough of her so that she could stall the men off until the train reached La Rosa?
Sandy shivered in shame as the men took the slippery bar of soap and began running it all over Sandy's quivering, nude, body. All of the men ran their strange hands over Sandy's delicious curves and hollows, until they finally arrived at the secret slit between her married loins. They rubbed the soap over the pouting, ragged folds of her naked pussy.
"Ahhhhh, god, please, NO!" Sandy protested as she felt a strange man's finger invade the secret shaft of her cunt and freely explore the rubbery, clasping walls of her body's most private orifice!
"Please! No! Not my ass!" Sandy begged.
The men ruthlessly ignored her as they continued to marvel at the sumptuous seductiveness of the luscious teenage wife.
"All right!" Tiny commanded, "rinse her off!"
The men got a bucket and rinsed Sandy's exquisite flesh to squeaky cleanliness.
Rhonda knew now that the men were ready to "get down to business" with Sandy! Well, Rhonda at least owed her something . . . yes, maybe Rhonda could hold off the men until the train stopped at La Rosa. Rhonda would have to be as entertaining and seductive as possible in order to stave off the men. There was no way she could explain at the moment her motives and plans to Steve; she knew that she would have to explain later, but now she had to spring into action.
"HERE! HERE!" Rhonda shouted as she stood before the men "FUCK ME!"