Chapter 7
MOTORCYCLE SADISTS BENT ON BRUTALITY
On July 10th, 1969, a missing person report was filed at the Bakersfield police headquarters. Mr. and Mrs. James A. Cross reported their two daughters missing for four days. They had gone to a July 4th picnic celebration in Ickler Park and had not returned. The police were given full descriptions along with photographs of the two young girls. A bulletin went out and a search was conducted throughout the neighboring county.
Police Captain James Willard thought, perhaps, the two girls were hitchhiking to Yosemite National Park. For the past two summers the young people had been going there during school vacation. The park was overrun with teenagers and a nearby town called Horseshoe, which had a population of six hundred, was a perfect haven for motorcycle bums and hippies.
A description was sent to the forest ranger to be on the lookout for the two girls-Margie and June Cross.
Margie and June Cross had planned their runaway very carefully. They were going to
San Francisco. They were not worried about getting rides. What man wouldn't give two pretty females a lift? Especially, seeing how young and innocent they both looked. Their first day's travel took them fifty miles from their home town. They met a group of kids going in the opposite direction to Mexico. They told the girls fantastic tales about San Francisco, which delighted both girls. They wanted thrills and kicks.
The next evening, they sat huddled together at the side of the state highway. The sun was just sinking over the mountains when they saw motorcycles blasting down the highway. The bike riders stopped. "How far are yuh two birds going?" one of the fellows asked. There was a woman with them who looked to be about thirty-five. She was slenderly built and wore black, oily jeans and a leather jacket.
"We were going to San Francisco," Marge told them. "Do you know where we are now?"
"You're thirty miles off the main drag. You want 99."
The woman who sat straddling the bike like she was born on it, said, "You two must be pretty hungry, huh?"
June nodded and stepped closer. "Yeah. We sure are!"
"All right, climb aboard. We're camped down the road a bit. We'll take you there and give you some grub."
Reluctantly, they climbed on the back of the bikes and held tightly onto their suitcases.
The campsite was off the main highway in a clearing outlined with tall trees and bushes. There was a large river just in back of the campsite. Six other members were seated around a campfire. They were dressed in black jeans and leather jackets, too. Two more women were with them. "Hey, cats! Look what I brought ya. These two birds are headed for the Golden Gate. They're going to Hippie-land!" They all laughed and Margie and June immediately felt immature, thinking that the group had already been there and that they were just square teenyboppers. "Sit down and take a load off your feet." Again there was a mocking laughter. "Glad to have you join us. We're going up to Yosemite. It's gonna be a far-out get-together. Ya wanna come along?"
"I would!" shouted Margie!
"Well, why not," said June-the cautious one. We're certainly not in any big hurry."
The night dragged on and they passed marijuana joints around. It was pure gold and it wasn't long before Margie and June were stoned. The campfire flickered. The boys just sat around on the ground, resting their backs against their bikes. Then one of the girls, Gloria, a skinny chick, kissed one of the guys. He felt over her body and then took her off into the trees. June could hear the sounds of the girl's clothes being taken off. Then she heard the girl whimper-that must have been when the boy stuck his penis in her. June sat perfectly still and her eyes examined each face in the light of the campfire. Then there was another couple rolling on the ground. Jane began to get a little horny. She turned to look at her sister, who had been sitting in back of her. But Margie and the woman called Hedy, had disappeared.
She stood up to move away from the circle. She wanted to hide so she couldn't be seen. There were more boys than girls in the group and they would probably want to fuck her. June left the campfire and was nearing the clearing's end, when the leader called to her.
She heard his footsteps in back of her. She stopped and waited for him to catch up.
"Hey, look here, baby. Why don't you stick around? Ya know, like we could use another chick to turn on. There ain't that many babes, ya know?"
June dug her toe into the turf and dropped her head. "I don't think so. I don't feel like it tonight . . . "
"Yeah?" he grinned. "Do you feel like it any night? Dig it, chick, you're a cute littje number. And some people think you should share your cunt. Ya know, it ain't that much to a cunt, huh? You must be on the pill. We shared our home with you, man-this beautiful forest, gave you a ride, fed you-so what's the hang-up? Like these cats are really beautiful."
"I didn't say they weren't. Only I. . . " She thought about how greasy and nasty their Levi's looked, and how much funkier their pricks must be. "I just don't feel well, that's all. Have you seen my sister?"
"Yeah, she took off with Hedy."
"Which way did they go? I think we should leave."
He laughed. "Shit, by the time you find your sister, she won't want to leave. By now Hedy is fucking the shit out of her!"
"I don't believe you. My sister wouldn't do a thing like that."
"Shit, yo' sister is a dyke. Hedy spotted her the moment she set eyes on her. Now what's it gonna be? You gonna give us some of that cunt, or do I have to take it?"
Another member of the gang stepped up. "What did she say, she gonna turn on us?"
"I think we have ourselves a virgin here," said Marty, the leader.
"Yeah, baby, just look at those tits . . . like ripe fruit."
"Did you see that cute ass she's got? Jus' like she was poured into those Levi's!"
"Do you think she's a natural blonde?"
"Well-they say blondes have more fun, huh chick?"
"I don't believe it, man. Let's see if blondes have more fun."
"You heard the man, baby, take off your clothes and let's see what you've got."
June was horrified beyond reasoning. When she saw the other two girl members of their gang, she felt somewhat relieved. But there were suddenly greedy gleams in their eyes, too.
"C'mon, baby! I said take 'em off. Or I'll do it for ya!"
She knew that the boy meant what he said. Without hesitating, June slowly lifted her sweater. Her breasts came plunging into view in the moonlight. She cringed slightly and cast her eyes down.
"Hey, that's nice, huh? Hey, Judy, why ain't you got tits like this little chick?"
As June unbuttoned her jeans, she felt a smashing blow above the ear. She went sprawling to the ground. A boy stood over her, his face hideously screwed in anger. From the look in his eyes she instantly knew that he was high on some drug. He weaved back and forth, and his eyes were aglow with a frenzy as they stared at her body. All the others in the group stood back. "Hey, watch, Marty's going to give us a real happening! " Marty grabbed for June. June fought back gamely, and tried to slap his face. It only enraged the boy more, and he tore off his T-shirt and began chasing her. The others followed with loud cries of strange laughter. June's heart beat frantically, when suddenly she was trapped in a small clearing.
"Somebody hold her!"
"Stand back! I don't need no help!" Marty shouted as he took firm hold of her arms.
June was lifted off her feet, and once again she went smashing to the ground. She lay stunned for the moment, looking up at Marty. Marty slid his belt from around his trousers. His pants fell to the ground. Next his shorts were discarded and he turned for all the members to see. The girls all gasped and cautiously moved away into the group. He then went to where June lay, his arms folded across his chest. Even in her horrified state, June refused to scream. She would not give them that satisfaction. She would play their little game if they wanted. But she would not be called a square by them. There was no resistance to his clumsy lovemaking. She gave herself freely to his demands.
Marty was not taking any chances that June would struggle again. He hit her across the mouth, and she held still. Then he stretched both her arms above her head. He held them down and hovered over her body. His penis throbbed against her tight hole. He pushed his penis in and wiggled the crown, testing to see how funky it was. She was a virgin and his entrance was blocked. He grunted and bombed her a stiff one! He had to jam her twice before he broke her cherry. Then it was clear sailing.
It had been last summer since he had broke a cherry. Last summer he fucked nothing but young runaway chicks-all of whom were mostly virgins.
He pushed his cock in further, intending to tame this wild filly. She refused to fuck back and he humped her dead center! She wiggled and rolled her cunt to the side. He followed and played possum until he had another shot at her right corner. She moaned and her hips shook off the spastic sensation.
He was stinging her so rapidly that she had to hold her breath. She began to warm up and gapped open her thighs. His penis was proving too much to play it cool any longer-June was beyond the brink of ecstasy.
While Marty fucked June on the ground, Judy came and hovered over June's face. Judy felt one of June's tits. June snarled a warning to get away; she didn't want a chick feeling over her body. But Judy continued to play with the tits. Then another girl reached for June's tits.
Marty was hot seeing the two chicks eat up June. He balled June harder each time she breathed. Judy stood up and pulled down her jeans, there were no panties beneath. She squatted down over June's face. "C'mon, suck my cunt, sweetie. You'll like it once you start . . . you want some of my juice, don't you?"
"Oh, get off the girl's face-" cried Bobbi.
"I wanna fuck my pussy in her mouth."
"Can't you see Marty is fucking her?"
At that time, one of the boys put some dick in Bobbi and she shut up. But her mouth still remained fastened on June's tits.
For the next hour all that was heard was the sound of grunting pleasure from the entanglement of arms and legs on the ground. One by one, they collapsed, totally satisfied. The orgy was over.
The following day was a hot dusty one and the temperature was over one hundred degrees in the shade. Male members of the motorcycle gang arose early and went into Horseshoe to check it out. The girls remained behind at the campsite, sleeping late. Hedy, Judy and Margie Cross set out on a hiking adventure.
They hiked along the river for a few miles into the lush greenery of Clanton Valley, not far from Horseshoe. They rested on a sloping hill. There was a road below that led to an old farmhouse. There was a red truck going away from the house toward the main highway.
A man was driving the truck, which meant that his wife and family would be all alone.
"Hey, listen, you guys. We need some chow. There must be somebody down there. What say we take a look and see what's happening?" Judy suggested.
"What if there's somebody home?" asked Bobbi.
"Then we'll just take what we want, that's all."
Hedy smiled at Margie, her newest pet, and they went down the hill, arm in arm.
They stopped abruptly on a slope overlooking the back yard of the house.
"Wow, zoowie! Hey, you guys, just take a look at this!"
Hedy turned to see what Judy was pointing to. She saw a woman on the back steps of the house. The woman looked to be about twenty-five years old. She was wearing a black and white body shirt with a belt. The woman had light brown hair and was just pulling the top of the shirt off her shoulders. When she did, the girls all gasped.
"Wow! Look at the size of that bitch's tits! Look, Hedy!"
"That bitch looks like she's got cow tits. I guess that's what living in the country will do for you. I've heard of big, fine country girls, but this is ridiculous! Let's go down and have a closer look. If we're lucky, maybe nobody is home."
They crept closer, not making a sound. The woman on the back steps sat there, soaking up the sun. She did indeed have tremendous breasts. They looked like pink headlights glimmering in the sunlight. She tossed her head back and stretched her arms above her head. The breasts rose up with the movement and quivered. Then the woman put her arms down and cupped each tit. They were much bigger than her palms. Very slowly she began to work the mounds over her chest. Then she plucked a nipple and raised one breast to her mouth. She sucked the nipple and flicked her tongueit was easy to see that this was a form of masturbation she practiced often.
When she had licked them to her satisfaction, she dropped her arms straight down into her lap, and squeezed the mounds together. The titties rolled and spilled over the sides of her arms.
"Howdy do, ma'am," said Hedy, stepping into the back yard. Judy and Margie were close at her heels.
Their sudden presence startled the woman on the steps. She embarrassingly pulled the shirt back on her shoulders. But she could not get the buttons fastened before the girls had a good long look.
"Good morning. Where did you all come from? "
"Oh, down the road a piece. We were camped out there in Butes Flats. We got hungry and thought we could find someone who would give us a meal."
"Oh, dear," said the woman. "My husband isn't home-but I guess I can fix you kids some breakfast-if it's food you really want . . . "
"That would be great!"
"Thank you, ma'am."
"I'm only too happy to help out. My name is Laura Hatfield. My husband is in town this morning. I was just catching some sun."
"Great country you have around here."
They were all surprised that Laura Hatfield was so young. It appeared as if she could have been a model at one time. She was a knockout ! Maybe she had done an act on Broadway featuring her size-fifty titties. Laura Hatfield definitely had a professional look about her. The skin was too perfect, the face glowed, shimmering clear without make-up.
Laura Hatfield led the girls into the kitchen.
"Wanna leave the kitchen door open. It's hot as blazes today," Laura said, moving about the kitchen, making room for the girls to sit down.
"We don't get many visitors up this way, very often . . . " Laura tried to make conversation, feeling tense because so many eyes were on her. The mammoth breasts were making her self-conscious.
"Beautiful country though . . . " Hedy could not even pretend-she was captivated by this strange creature. What was a handsome bitch doing stuck out here in the wild country, tied to some old man?
Laura cooked them bacon and eggs and served orange juice, along with piping-hot biscuits. The girls ate the meal and leaned back and patted their stomachs.
"You know, Laura Mrs. Hatfield, you sure do know how to burn. That meal was tasty. I bet your husband is happy to have you keep his house."
"Oh, no, I don't think he even knows I'm here half the time. As they say, it's great as long as the honeymoon lasts, but when it's over, it's a different story. So let me warn you girls about marriage."
"Why do you live out here?"
"Oh, my husband likes it. I was tired of the city. I needed peace and security that country living brings."
"Your husband sure is a lucky devil. You're a good-looking woman. Wow, and those boobs of yours -"
The girls giggled. Laura unconsciously hugged her bosom.
Hedy went and stood beside Laura. Laura didn't know what to make of the sudden move. Then Hedy said in a kidding voice, "Does your old man give you much? I bet he freaks off your boobs -"
Laura did a double take. Then she looked cautiously at each of the girls' faces. It dawned on her. She had noticed that Hedy and Judy were hard-looking females. Judy had dark hair with a ruddy complexion and a sour mouth. She had bushy eyebrows, much like Hedy's, and broad shoulders. How could she have missed it? Hedy and Judy were bull dykes. Evidently, they were members of some motorcycle gang. Perverts! What had thrown Laura Hatfield was that Margie looked so sweet and darling.
Hedy casually reached across and squeezed one of Laura's tits.
"What do you think you're doing, young lady?"
In a quick move, a push-button knife materialized in Hedy's hand! She made a half attempt at stabbing Laura, who leaped back in fear.
"Let's have some fun, girls. Looks like we found ourselves a pigeon all alone." Hedy waved the knife in a threatening way.
Judy began slamming dishes to the floor. It seemed to have delighted something sadistic inside her. She glared at Laura and went through the house breaking lamps and furniture.
"Hey, come here, you guys! Look what I found," Judy screamed from one of the front rooms of the house.
Hedy pushed Laura Hatfield into the room at knifepoint.
Judy was standing in front of a tank of tropical fish. "Ain't this pretty! What say we smash up this slob's fish tank and let the fish swim around the floor!"
"You don't have to do this!" Margie spoke up. She had wanted to be a member of their gang, but senseless violence was stupid. "Why destroy her fish? She probably loves those fish very much. Leave them alone for Pete's sake!"
"You know, Margie you came on strong last night. You wanted to become a Hawk, right? Okay, get over here and get in this bitch's ass. We want to see you eat her out!"
"What? Why me?"
"You have to pay your dues. You got your first piece last night. Now you're getting some more this morning!"
"I don't want to."
"Get something to tie Mrs. Hatfield up with. We're going to have a demonstration. Margie doesn't realize how hard new pussy is to come by. You have to take what you can, before some man beats you out."
"Good. Step over here, honey. We're going to tie you up. You have a treat in store. I bet you thought this morning was going to be just another dull day out here in Butes Flats!"
"I'll do what you tell me," Laura said, looking at the knife. "I won't fight you. So do you have to tie me up?"
"That's half the thrill. Take her into the bedroom there. "
They pushed Laura down on the bed. Hedy tied her right leg to the bed post and Judy tied the left. Laura was then spread-eagle her legs apart and her hands tied over her head.
Margie stood in the doorway, feeling a certain power. There was a naked body, stretched out, awaiting her bidding. She had gone down on Hedy last night, and enjoyed it. For the longest time she had thought she might be a lesbian. Last night confirmed it. The taste of Hedy's pussy juice was still pungent in her mouth. And here was a tender housewife who masturbated all day with her cunt open a slave to whatever Margie wanted.
"Looks like this whore could use a good tongue bath.. . "
"Not bad, is she? Except for those big, booming tits, she won't have to worry about keeping her figure."
Margie quickly tugged off her sweater. She took a fleeting look at Hedy and Judy. She climbed on the bed and hovered over Laura's body. She looked up and down along the flat stomach and the valley of tits. She cupped Laura's right breast in both hands the flesh squeezed through her fingers like putty. She squeezed, tested, having never seen tits so huge and round. One tit was impossible to hold in one hand. Then, Margie, as she had been taught last night fastened her mouth on the nipples.
Hedy and Judy observed everything Margie did to Laura. To begin with-they knew Margie didn't have her heart in it at first-then gradually her expression changed.
Kissing Laura's mammoth-size breasts had turned Margie on in spite of herself she stroked up and down Laura's pretty thighs squeezing the tender lobes of thighs that guarded the precious pussy mound. Laura's pussy didn't have hair over it. Her mons area was as bald as a baby. Margie drew in close to see the cunt better. A thrilling sensation shot through her body when she saw how churned and battered Laura's vulva lips were. Which told Margie that living so far out in the country had taken its effect. Laura was a compulsive masturbator; the churned-up puffy pussy lips were from sticking things in her hole. Margie knew about it because she had masturbated the same way when she was thirteen-with a Coke bottle. Seeing Laura's raw cunt hole, pink and quivering, excited Margie because now she knew that Laura was as hot natured as any of them.
Margie worked her hands over and around one tender thigh. She kept her mouth stuck on Laura's tits, working the hand over to the pussy. As soon as she touched the cunt, Laura bolted! That was what Margie had been waiting for; she had gotten the signal. This bird could fly. All she had to do was turn her on and point her in the right direction there would be pussy enough for everybody to eat.. .
Marge dug into the pussy slot. Gorging her fingers in and out hard! The harder she jugged, the better Laura liked it.
Hedy and Judy came closer to the bed; staring at the newest member of their gang how quickly she adapted to the trade.
Margie removed her fingers and licked the juice from them. Then she scooted down and got a good position between the thighs. She ducked her head under and licked out at the open slit. It was slimy and droplets of come were seeping down between Laura's crack. Margie put her tongue there and lapped the droplets into her mouth.
She licked her tongue under the buttocks and all between them-sniffing out the rectum. Laura tightened her cheeks so she could not dig her tongue there. Margie brought her arm over Laura's pelvis and held her still, at the same time applying pressure over the clitoris. The clitoris being stimulated, reduced Laura to a mere tremble and she relaxed her muscles. Margie was at liberty to tongue her asshole as she pleased.
She could taste little crinkly things, and she crushed them in her mouth. She was digging gold from the ass tunnel, making a payload of goodness. The tongue squeezed into the tunnel, and Laura now lifted her hips. She became elastic to give the dyke what she needed.
Margie withdrew her tongue and licked the chocolate flavor over Laura's buttocks. She looked up through the thighs to see Laura's bosom heaving up and down, frantically. She had awakened her horny vibes, all right. Now to get at the pussy hole.
She took both hands and spread Laura's pussy as wide as it would stretch. The lips were pulled back and the tiny orifice of a vagina peeked out like a pink pinpoint. It pulsated and squirted, winked at Margie . . . ready for the attack-the inner walls of the pussy knew that the vulva lips had been captured-that soon an invader would be there to sap the sweet juices.
Margie went at it vigorously. She licked both sides of the hole before inserting her tongue. When the tongue was inserted, it slipped in and wiggled around-teasing the roof of the pussy. Then the tongue twirled around and withdrew to lap over the clit. This drove Laura insane! She was wild now, leaping up and down, fighting the bonds that tied her. But Margie would not let up on the clitoris. When she did, she ducked her tongue back inside the pussy hole.
Now Margie's body was on fire. And she rolled over on top of Laura. She positioned her thighs so they were between Laura. Their cunts were pressed into each other. Margie had to stop and pause. To feel another pussy hole plush up against your own was a delight few women experienced. She lay there and let the two cunts introduce themselves. Laura's pussy hole seemed to heave a suction that drew in Margie's clitoris . . . almost an inch. Margie could feel the pain as her clitoris stretched, being sucked in . . . it was pulling an orgasm from deep within. Then Laura jerked up and Margie went off! "Ohh . . . oh . . . , " she cried, gasping for breath, and falling over in a heap.
"You bitch-you ain't shit. She's the one who's tied up and she knocks you over like a bowling ball. Get out of there!"
"I can't help it-it's so good. I'm new at this, remember?"
"Ah, shit, even a baby knows when to tighten up!"
"Move over, Margie," said Judy.
Judy came over Laura with a determination to clean her out. She took up a sixty-nine position with her head over Laura's pussy. She reached under the thighs and took a firm hold on them. Then she dropped her head and ate between the thighs.
From the other end, Judy's asshole was sitting on Laura's nose. Laura could not help but feel curious if she could make this girl hot enough to weaken her. So, she stuck her tongue in the pussy that hung over her face.
It became a back-and-forth action-first Laura would lick and slurp, then rest. While she rested, Judy did her thing on the other end. Soon Hedy was there on the bed eating out of Judy's rump, and kissing Laura on the mouth.
Margie climbed on top of Hedy, remembering last night-and having just had a good climax a moment ago, gorged her fingers up Hedy's crack.
They applied all kinds of torture to Laura Hatfield's body. Hedy found particular pleasure in beating her ass with a belt. Judy and Margie wanted no part of that action, so they watched. At first, Hedy went about it quite jokingly. Then her face slipped into a sadistic twist, and she beat .harder with the belt.
Hedy stood Laura up and moved in a circle around her, hitting her with the belt.
Each time Hedy struck, Laura locked her knees and shivered. When Hedy saw her do that, it excited her-and the next blow would be a little more savage.
Then it appeared as if Laura was beginning to enjoy it. She raised her arms, implying she wanted to be beaten around her tits. Laura proudly stuck them out, the nipples pointed. The leather bit and snapped across the pink nipples and made a stinging sound. Laura closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She shook her wide hips as if some imaginary penis jabbed at her holes. She went into convulsions, shaking her titties and falling backward on the bed. Her legs went, straight up in the air. The belt cracked her across her haunches, touching up the fatty portion of her thighs.
When Laura could not move anymore, her body covered with welts and bruises, Hedy put down the belt. Hedy climbed on the bed and licked away the blood. Margie and Judy could see how the come leaked out of Hedy's cunt when she did this.
It was as though Laura had forgiven Hedy for the beating, because she raised up and kissed Hedy in the mouth. She whispered, "You sweet, mother-fucker, you! You knew what I needed."
At high noon, Sheriff Aimer Hatfield came home to the farmhouse, his muscles aching. It had been a busy morning with the calls from the Bakersfield police inquiring about the two missing girls. He parked his truck and went inside the house. As soon as he stepped in, he saw the mess-the table overturned, dishes broken, food thrown over the walls-he automatically withdrew his revolver. He feared for his lovely bride and rushed toward the bedroom. The sight that greeted him nearly made him lose consciousness. His wife's body lay on the bed, beaten, and sliced by a knife.
His wife was rushed to the hospital. Later, Laura Hatfield was able to give a positive identification of the one girl, Margie Cross. Sheriff Hatfield had his first lead. "All right, men, we know the two girls are in the area. They're with some gang of hippies. They won't be easy to spot because by tomorrow the state park will be swamped by thousands of kids, and longhaired freaks. There will be a lot of youngsters fitting Margie and June Cross's description. No matter, I want these monsters apprehended. They're gonna pay for what they did to my wife. With these kind of degenerates running loose, none of our families are safe!"
Six o'clock on the night of July 18th, the owner of the saloon in Horseshoe was reported shot in the chest by a gang of bike riders. The shooting occurred after the riders and the locals tangled in a fist fight, which resulted in the owner being shot.
Sheriff Hatfield was outraged. He would not permit this kind of lawlessness in his town. He took an armed posse and drove to the outskirts of Butes Flat where the Hawks were riding.
The only person Sheriff Hatfield found was little June Cross, shivering in the cold night. The others had left her after raping her. June told how she tried to make her sister leave the gang, but she refused.
June Cross was returned to her family in Bakersfield. Margie Cross was never heard from again.