Chapter 3
Shelly Franklin looked at the large wall clock for the third time within the past five minutes, wishing that the man from the city building inspector's office would arrive and do whatever it was he had to do. She hated the idea of some stranger tramping through the house and disrupting her schedule like this.
The clock read one fifty-five.
The beautiful young blonde went to the huge picture window that looked down on the sprawling city of Los Angeles, ran her eyes up and down the winding street, then went back and resumed her seat on the soft couch.
Shelly was twenty-six, a stunning woman, tall and willowy, with a body that matched her lovely face. This afternoon she was barefoot, and wore only tight denim shorts and a thin blouse that was tied at the waist. Her golden hair was pulled back and held by a silver barette, accentuating her patrician features.
She swung one long, perfectly-sculpted leg across the other, tapping out at impatient tattoo with the fingers of one slender hand on her creamy thigh.
As she waited, she gazed around the spacious living room of the hillside house she shared with her husband Frank. The room, and the rest of the house, was furnished simply but elegantly, in carefully chosen pieces of modern furniture. The walls were covered with her own oil paintings and sketches, a hobby that she had taken up out of boredom, but one at which she showed great promise. The entire back wall was of glass, and looked out over the well-landscaped yard and sparkling swimming pool.
The young blonde loved this house and its privacy. At first Frank had been upset about using the money Shelly had inherited from her parents to purchase the expensive dwelling, insisting that they should live on his salary from the bank. But he had gradually come to appreciate the higher standard of living Shelly's money could give them, and it was rarely ever mentioned again.
Thinking about the house as she waited for the man from the city building inspector's office, her mind went back to her own childhood in New England, and the happy times she had shared with her parents before they died in an automobile accident when she was eighteen and at college.
She had spent the years between her parent's death and her marriage to Frank with a spinster aunt, an uptight old woman whose main topic of conversation was the hellfire and damnation Shelly was sure to bring down upon herself if she ever gave herself to a man in the sexual relationship. As a consequence, the beautiful but insecure young girl had developed a terrible inhibition about sex, one that she was just now getting over through the help of an expensive therapist.
Their sex life was the only discordant note in their marriage, and the young wife shuddered with guilt as she remembered how painful it had been for her to let Frank make love to her. Even now she found no pleasure in the act, but she worked hard at forcing herself to endure-if not enjoy-it!
The doorbell in tempted her reveries.
Shelly jumped up from the couch and ran across the plush carpet. When she reached the door she opened it, gasping with surprise at the incredibly ugly man who stood before her. For one terrible moment she thought she was seeing things-that the hulking form standing in front of her was a primate dressed in a man's clothing!
"Yes?" she asked, holding the door edge tightly, ready to slam it closed if the man moved toward her. "What is it?"
"I'm Mr. Anderson ... from the city building department," Ape said, shuffling his feet nervously on the flagstone walk. "I'm here to check for earthquake damage."
"But I talked to a Mr., uh, uh, Mr. Billings!" Shelly said quickly. "He said he would be coming!"
Ape wanted to laugh at the obvious fright written all over the lovely young woman's face. This was the kind of reaction he loved, to have them stare at him in disbelief, to shiver with fear at his monstrous face and powerful body.
"Yeh, well, Mr. Billings couldn't make it," he said smoothly, running his eyes up and down the almost naked female's succulent flesh, drinking in the sight of her two nipple-tips straining against the thin material of the blouse she wore.
"I'm taking his place."
He fumbled in his jacket pocket and pulled out the fake city identification card that Harry Rhodes had had printed for him. The girl took it, still uneasy in the presence of such an unattractive man. Her eyes scanned the car, looked up at his face to try to match it with the photograph, then handed it back, apparently satisfied.
"What it is you want to see?" she asked in a low voice.
"Yeh, well, I guess we better begin by looking at the foundation," Ape said with a grin. "We wouldn't want your house sliding down onto Hollywood Boulevard, would we?"
He chuckled at his own wit, pushing himself past the young woman, standing inside the house and waiting for her to shut the door.
"Where do you want to start?" she asked, pointedly leaving the front door open. "The backyard is out through the kitchen. Come on, I'll show you."
Ape turned his eyes on her, nearly paralyzing Shelly with the intensity she saw there.
"Shut the door, cunt!" he commanded, reaching around and drawing out his .45 caliber pistol from the waistband of his trousers.
"Better yet, let me do it for you!"
Brutally shoving her aside, he slammed the front door and locked it, pocketing his gun, turning back to the petrified woman who was staring at him with bugged-out eyes as though she were seeing an apparition.
"Oh God," she finally managed to gasp. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"My name ain't important, bitch!" he snarled, once again taking in every inch of her body with his scowling eyes. "What is important is that you keep your mouth shut and don't try anything. Because, I warn you, I'll kill you as easy as look at you if you don't!"
Her mind exploding with alarm, Shelly backed away from the hulking man. He followed her, keeping her within range of his long, muscular arms. She could see from his powerful body that he could have broken her in two without effort. And, prickles of terror racing through her, she saw the huge bulge at his groin.
"Please, don't hurt me!" she pleaded, her mind reeling with horror as he came closer. "Take what you want and just leave me alone ... I'll give you anything you want ... anything! My purse is over on that chair!" Ape laughed harshly.
"Shit, baby, I don't want your fucking money! And I ain't no fucking two-bit burglar or rip-off artist! All I want is for you and me to sit her quietly until we get a telephone call. It should be coming in about a half-hour. It's going to be your husband calling from the bank. You tell him exactly what I tell you to say and everything will be just fine. Then, a little later, we get another telephone call and I split, you got it?"
"I don't understand," she moaned tearfully. "Why are you doing this?"
"All you got to understand is that if you don't do exactly as I tell you, you're going to get killed!" Ape said ominously. "And your old man is going to get it too!"
His teeth were tightly bared as he leered at her. She tried to move away, toward the passageway that led to the kitchen and her only possible route of escape.
But Ape had anticipated her move, and he grabbed her cruelly by the wrist and held her tightly while his free hand went into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of shiny handcuffs. While Shelly looked on in horror, he snapped one of the cuffs around her wrist and then put the other cuff around his own hand.
"See, bitch, you can't go nowhere without me tagging along now ... even to the fucking toilet!" he laughed. "Now let's you and me just settle down and wait for that telephone call!"
He suddenly saw the bar in the corner of the living room and pulled her toward it. As he awkwardly poured out a drink of cognac, Shelly realized she was being held captive by some sort of madman.
Panicking, she grabbed the neck of a heavy bottle of whiskey and tried to slam it against his head. Ape dodged the blow, threw down his own glass, and slapped her as hard as he could across the face.
"AAAIIIEEE!" she screamed, feeling the fingers of horrible pain that were etched across her flaming cheek.
"You dirty cunt!" he snarled, threatening her with his meaty hand again and making her cower in terror. "You ever try anything like that again and I'll break that fucking bottle and carve your pretty face up so that your old man'll puke when he sees you! You dig?"
She glanced up at him with fear-widened eyes, completely terrified. The trembling young wife knew that he meant what he said, and that she had to submit to him completely or be killed and maimed.
"All right ... ," she said, barely audibly.
"Okay, cunt, that's more like it," he said with a fearful scowl, getting a fresh glass and pouring himself another drink. "I don't want to hurt you, but if I have to I will!" He gulped down the cognac, smacked his lips, and leered down at her.
Shelly's mind could barely comprehend what was happening to her. It seemed like some horrible nightmare, something out of a frightening movie. She cursed bitterly and silently the police who should have been protecting her. How could they allow monsters like this man to roam the streets molesting innocent people? she asked herself.
When he had poured out another drink for herself, Ape pulled the struggling young wife back across the room and down beside him on the couch. As the brandy began to make itself felt in his brain, he gazed lustfully at the young blonde, realizing that she was the kind of cool, sophisticated female that he so loved to menace. He watched her cower in a corner of the deep, soft couch, her long blonde hair free of the barette now, tangled wildly around her head and shoulders. He idly wondered what it would be like to fuck her. The tight and revealing clothing she wore gave him an exciting view of her ample curves, the flaring hips and long, beautiful legs, the delightfully upthrust breasts, and the plump mound of her cunt which was clearly outlined in the crotch of her shorts.
Jesus, she's some foxy chick! he thought appreciatively.
His huge, muscular cock stiffened with lust at the sight of the vulnerable young female on the couch beside him. He wanted to sink his hard shaft of male meat right into her, imagining the soft sweetness of her defenseless cunt as his rod of gristle split her in two. Gulping down another drink of brandy, he wondered if he dared rape the girl. What the hell, he thought lewdly to himself, I can't get any more for rape than I can for kidnapping and bank robbery!
He reached down and began slowly stroking the bulging outline beneath his trousers, grinning obscenely at his cringing victim.
"I'll bet a good-looking cunt like you gets a lot of cock, doesn't she?" he said.
"I ... I ... I ... ," Shelly stammered, wishing that he would stop undressing her with his eyes.
She felt a shudder of revulsion shoot through her at his obscene question.
"Answer me, bitch!" he shouted, jerking on the handcuff and almost snapping her wrist bone.
She felt paralyzed, as if the shock of his question was too horrible to even contemplate. The nightmarish intrusion of the man into her orderly world was overwhelming and awful beyond words.
"I ... I ... ," she mumbled helplessly.
"I'll bet you're fucking around on your old man, aren't you?" he continued. "A sexy dish like you wouldn't be satisfied with just one stud ... don't look at me like that, cunt! I heard all about the fucking orgies and swinging parties you people go to!"
"NO!" she shouted, unable to control herself any longer. "I love my husband ... and he loves me! We don't do any of those dirty things you're suggesting!"
Ape laughed sarcastically at the way she was hysterically denying her own sexuality. The more she cried out in protest, the more he was becoming sexually aroused by the sight of her almost naked body. His prick was huge now, huge and hard.
"You're lying to me, bitch!" he snarled. "Any cunt as good-looking and sexy as you must really love to screw!"
"I don't ... I don't!" she wailed uncontrollably. "I hate sex! It's dirty and disgusting and I hate it!"
Realizing with a rush of guilt what she had just said, she buried her face in the arm of the soft couch, utterly ashamed of her outburst.
"You just never had the right cock up inside that cunt of yours, baby," he gloated with a smug expression on his ugly face. "A cock like this, for example...." He paused and let his eyes slide down to the thickly pulsating bulge in his pants. "....A cock like this can really turn a broad on! And when I get done screwing them, they always come back for more!"
She was stunned by the lasciviously boastful words.
"You?" she asked incredulously. "You're nothing but an ugly, disgusting animal! No woman in her right mind would want you!"
The insults touched a raw nerve in Ape's mind, and he reached over intending to slap her again, forgetting that he still held his drink in his hand. As he came nearer she could smell his pungent masculine odor, something entirely different than her husband's expensively-scented body. It both repelled and excited her. The massive, overpowering masculinity almost made her feel faint. He exuded a powerful sense of life that made her feel tiny and defenseless. Oddly enough, despite her loathing of him, she felt little prickles of fascination go through her.
Suddenly her free hand came up to push him away. It slammed into his hand, spilling his drink all over her face and clothing, soaking it with the brandy. She gagged and coughed as a tiny bit ran involuntarily into her mouth.
"Damn you, bitch, you made me spill my drink!" Ape roared, seeing that his own clothing was stained by the whiskey. Suddenly he smiled as another lewd thought ran through his lustful mind. "I guess I'm going to have to get those wet clothes off you before you catch cold, cunt!"
"Oh God, no ... noooooo!" she screamed as, without warning, he tore away the wet blouse, ripping it from her fearfully trembling body. He quickly undid the clasps of her brassiere, throwing it in a corner, then bent and began licking and sucking on her firm, nakedly warm breasts, slobbering over her like a starving man.
Pinned by his powerful body in the corner of the couch, the terrorized young wife could only twist and writhe in a futile effort to get away from his greedy wet mouth.
"Noooo ... NOOOOOOO!" she protested hysterically as he bit and chewed her red-tipped nipples, making them grow involuntarily erect and making her skin flush and tingle from the horrible excitement she felt.
Shelly's mind was a rushing torrent of revulsion against what this slavering animal was doing to her, and she began to resist with all her strength.
"Let me go ... you damned animal! Let me goooooo!"
With all of her strength the half-naked young wife struggled to get free. Suddenly she felt him lift his face from her glistening, saliva-covered breasts. He rummaged in his pocket for a moment and came up with the key to the handcuffs. Ape quickly unlocked the steel cuffs and threw them onto the floor. He needed all the mobility and freedom he could get for the brutal rape that he was planning.
To his surprise, Shelly managed to slip out of his grasp. Scrambling up from the couch, she started to run for the back of the house, but the brutal man grabbed one of her legs and brought her cruelly down onto the soft rug.
"Oh no you don't, bitch!" he snarled.
He reached down and ripped the buttons from her shorts, then began peeling them off her long legs.
"Oh, my God, don't do this to me!" she begged with tears of horror welling up in her eyes and spilling down over her flushed cheek where the reddening imprint of his fingers was still clearly visible.
He tossed her shorts aside, then unzipped his own trousers, suddenly exposing his naked cock to her terrified view. Shelly had never seen anything so monstrous in her life. She had always been in awe of her husband's penis, but she gasped in alarm when she saw the huge cudgel that Ape had between his legs. His savagely menacing erect prick was as stiff as a steel rod, and his balls looked enormously threatening as they hung obscenely down from his heated groin.
"I'll bet you never saw one this big, did you?" he said leeringly as he saw the look of shock and disbelief on Shelby's face. He grabbed his massive prick and began to shake and jerk it in front of her, pulling back the thick foreskin to expose the large, bulbous head that was reddening with blood and charged with superheated lust.
"Lemme see that little cunt of yours now that you've seen my prick!" he laughed crudely. Without saying another word, he ripped the flimsy nylon panties from her loins, giggling insanely-at the sound of the tearing material.
"Oh, yeh, nice and soft, these panties," said Ape, lewdly wrapping the nylon material around his huge throbbing cock and excitedly rubbing the whole shaft with it.
Shelly tried to close her legs and cover her nakedly defenseless cunt with her hands, but the hulking tormentor merely reached down and yanked her legs apart again.
"No you don't, bitch!" he yelled cruelly. "I want to see that tight little pussy of yours. Spread those legs and keep them apart for me!"
She was shocked, overcome with a new and even deeper wave of horror. She closed her eyes, as if by doing so she could wipe away the nightmare that confronted her.
But Ape wasn't to be stopped by any feelings of sympathy for the beautiful young wife.
"I said spread 'em!" he shouted, pulling her legs apart to reveal the trembling pink flesh of her cuntal slit beneath the softly curling, golden-colored pubic hair. "That's more like it, bitch. Just keep 'em apart now!"
Shelly was humiliated now beyond anything she had ever known possible. Feeling this animal's eyes glaring shamelessly down at her nakedly open cunt was too much for her to bear and she felt her flesh crawl in revulsion.
Ape saw the hatred and loathing on her face, and this only made him more aroused.
"You think I ain't good enough to fuck you, don't you, bitch?" he roared. "Too fucking high-class for a damned ugly ape like me, is that it?"
"No ... no...." she whimpered.
"Don't lie to me, cunt! I've fucked hundreds of high-class cunts in my time, and you're no different than those fucking pigs down on Hollywood Boulevard! How come you think that hole between your legs is special?"
He was becoming more and more excited as he spoke, and before he knew what he was doing, his hands were jerking his pants down around his ankles. He threw his coat onto the floor, then unbuttoned his shirt and added it to the pile. Standing over the horrified young woman, panting with lust, his cock throbbing with a mixture of rage and desire, he reached down and turned her over onto her stomach.
"Oh, please, don't hurt me," she whispered piteously.
He ignored her pleas, kneeling behind her and pulling her up by the hips so that she was propped on her knees and elbows like a bitch dog about to be humped. His eyes glazed with lust, he grabbed the soft, fleshy globes of her buttocks cruelly, his fingernails digging into the tender flesh and sending explosions of pain throughout her whole body.
"AAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, feeling the excruciating pain, her flesh trembling violently.
Consumed by an insane desire to show the beautiful young woman that he was as good as she was, he spread her quivering ass-cheeks apart with the palms of his hands, his eyes riveting on the tightly puckered rectal opening there. A cruel smile played across his lips as he considered whether he should shove his cock into that tiny hole rather than into the upturned and glistening pussy beneath it.
Shelly shuddered with horrified revulsion as she felt Ape's long thick finger exploring her defenseless anal crack. She was mortified and ashamed, her face and body flushed with humiliation. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt his finger run up and down the crevice, sending shivers through her body. The edge of his nail explored the cringing rim of the anal opening and, with a gasp of horror, she thought for a moment he was going to shove his finger deep up inside her bum hole.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, writhing and twisting out of control now. "NOOOOOOOO!"
But Ape was only toying with her. He continued to run his finger up and down her anal crack as his free hand went up and under her body to close around her swelling breasts.
He mauled her melon-shaped mounds mercilessly, nipping and pinching the buds of her nipples until she was screaming in agony.
Suddenly he was at a fever-pitch of lascivious excitement and he knew he couldn't wait another minute to plunge his hot pole of thick meat up into the glistening, fur-covered cunt between her creamy white legs.
She was moaning with shame and agony as he positioned her hips so that her firm white buttocks were thrust up defenselessly in front of his pulsating cock. He made one concession to the cowering young woman's comfort, moistening the head of his impatiently pulsing cock with his own warm spittle.
Then, shoving his massive prick to the entrance of her tight slit, he pulled back the thick foreskin, revealing his bulbously throbbing cock-head. He nudged the thick knob against her thin cuntal lips and then shoved as hard as he could. The vicious jerk sent Shelly's defensively kneeling body thrusting forward in agony as his monstrous cock suddenly filled her.
"AAAIIIEEE!" she screamed, feeling a fireball of pain consuming her. Now excruciating pain was added to the shame and humiliation she felt.
Ape looked down in triumph at her tightly resisting cunt, then grunted and pushed his thickly pulsating prick up in even farther.
"OOOOHHHHH ... STOP ... IT HURTS!" she screeched, trying to pull forward to escape. But the ugly man gripped her hips as tight as he could, digging his nails into the tender whiteness of her hips and forcing her to remain servile in front of him.
The beautiful blonde thrashed and wailed like a banshee, her head thrown back as she cried out in agony at each new thrust of his vicious cock into her upturned cunt.
"How does it feel, bitch?" he asked with an obscene laugh, slowly fucking in and out of her strained and forever-stretched cuntal channel.
He moved more harshly, increasing his tempo, his mind reeling with lust. His dangling, enormous balls were swinging and slapping at the moistly heated flesh of her creamy thighs, still aching from the way he had dug his fingers into her defenseless flesh, now pained even further by the vicious blasts of hot testicle meat.
"OOOOHHHHH GOD!" she screeched as he dug his powerful prick into her without mercy, splitting and stretching her and making her mind reel with the incredible pain. "STOP ... PLEASE STOP!"
But nothing could stop him now except the fiery blast of his cock that would signal his orgasm. Shelly felt as though she were being ripped to shreds by the hot iron shaft of his prick. He pumped his hips back and forth, back and forth, brutalizing her with each savage thrust of his pistoning rod. He slammed and shoved, excitement surging through him as he heard her piteous cries for mercy.
Beneath, being battered and torn by the huge, ugly man's furious sexual rage, Shelly thought the torturous punishment would never end. She had never experienced anything so painful as the filling sensation in her lower body. Shame and burning humiliation lashed at her and made her want to die.
"How do you like to be fucked by a real man for a change?" Ape grunted. His body was tense and shaking with lust, totally consumed by the waves of hot, throbbing sexuality and he reveled in it. To him, fucking was the most wonderful thing in the world. It sometimes seemed to him that he spent most of his life in a state of perpetual sexual excitement and with a hard-on. As he continued to slam his heatedly jerking prick into the girl's cunt, he hoped that she was being painfully and agonizingly reminded of the way she had spoken to him before, of how she had called him an animal!
Beneath his powerful ramming cock, Shelly was praying for relief from the soul-shattering fire that was burning through her without mercy. She moaned and thrashed her body about uncontrollably, wanting to die, but at the same time wanting to live so she could see this brutal rapist punished for what he was doing to her.
In his sex-crazed mind, Ape mistook the way she was crying out and twisting around as a sign that he had broken through her reserve, that she was now enjoying his frantic fucking.
They're all alike, he thought lewdly, the little cunts all know a good thing when they get it! He had fucked so many women like Shelly, uptight and high-class broads who wouldn't spit on him if they met him on the street, but who were like raging nymphomaniacs once they felt his mammoth cock pounding into their tight little pussies!
His swollen prick plunged still deeper up into her hotly heaving cunt, and he could feel his scalding sperm begin to gather and surge up through the dilated passage that led from his balls to his cock-tip.
Shelly, too, was caught up in something that was threatening to destroy her mind and body. Every nerve in her ached for relief-relief from the pounding, maddening pain and agony. She wondered how she could ever face her husband or any decent person again after being so brutally raped. She would have gladly killed the hulking man if there was a gun handy.
"OH GOD ... OH GOD!" she wailed as she felt his hot load of raging and super-heated semen explode into the violently clenching depths of her cunt. Convulsive spasms rippled through her as he shot load after load of his sticky juices into her.
She felt the disgusting lava of his cock fill her to overflowing, oozing out from the stuffed depths of her cunt to run down her naked white thighs in obscene gobs. Pain and revulsion filled her, and her body burned with shame and humiliation.
She prayed that he would stop now that he had spent his seed in her ravaged pussy, but on and on the frantic, insane fucking went until they were both covered with the sweat that poured off his huge, muscular body; He rammed his prick in and out like a wild animal, until finally, after what seemed forever, the last of his white sticky juices spurted into her and, with a sudden loud sluicing noise, he pulled his gigantic cock out of the painfully-ravaged girl's cunt and slumped to the floor.
The beautiful blonde fell forward onto the softness of the rug, panting and sobbing, feeling the return of the pain to her hideously stretched and shuddering body. She knew that she had been through the most terrifying ordeal any woman could experience, and that it might not be over yet.
"How did you like it, cunt?" he asked smugly, rolling over onto his back so that he could watch her in the event she tried to escape again.
"You ... you ... animal!" she finally managed to say, her voice charged with an intense hatred that surprised the exhausted rapist. "I swear to you ... I'll make you pay for this if it's the last thing I ever do!"
Ape's obscene laughter was echoing around the room when the shrill ring of the telephone made him jump to his feet.
Grabbing the girl by the arm, he brutally pulled her up and then shoved her toward the table where the telephone lay.
"Damn it," he snarled, his mind and body alert again, "I want you to answer that thing. It'll be your husband ... you tell him that you'll be killed if he doesn't do exactly as he's been ordered. Do you understand? Repeat it to me!"
Her eyes wide with fright, Shelly nervously repeated the message she was to give to Frank. Then Ape picked up the telephone, held it to his ear for a moment to listen to the voice on the other end, and handed it to the lovely blonde. He grabbed her arm and suddenly twisted it lightly but menacingly behind her, ready to snap the brittle bones if she didn't obey him.
"Exactly as I told you, bitch," he whispered threateningly.
"Frank, is that you?" Shelly cried out into the receiver. "Darling, there's a horrible man here and says hell kill me if you don't do as you've been ordered! Frank, I'm so terrified! Please, darling, for God's sake don't let them hurt me anymore! Frank? Did you hear me, Frank?"
Before her husband could say anything more, Ape grabbed the telephone out of her hand and, still holding her tightly by the wrist, spoke into it harshly.
"Listen, man, your wife is okay now, but unless I get another phone call in exactly ten minutes telling me that everything's been taken care of, your wife dies, get it, dies!"
He slammed the receiver back down into the cradle and scowled at the nakedly trembling woman. Dragging her across the room to where his discarded coat lay, he pulled a thin coil of rope out of one of the pockets and quickly wrapped it around the shivering woman's wrists and ankles, binding her tightly.
Then, shoving her down onto the couch, he rapidly dressed himself. His next step was to wipe everything he had touched with a handkerchief to remove all fingerprints. Shelly watched him with mounting fear, wondering if the telephone was going to ring in the alloted time.
Ape was waiting just as anxiously, his eyes on the wall clock, the fingers of one meaty hand toying with the keys to the brown Chevy parked just outside the house. The more he thought about the beautiful young wife who lay cringing and naked on the couch, the more Ape hated the moment when he would have to leave her. He knew it was insane to be thinking such irrational thoughts, but he couldn't bear not fucking her at least once more. He could see the glistening tight cunt between her legs where his savage cock had been furiously pumping only minutes before, and he felt his prick start to swell rapidly again at the obscene idea of shoving it into her mouth and making her suck it wantonly for his pleasure.
His own plans were to pick up his share of the money and split immediately for Tucson, then cross the border into Nogales and wait out the hue and cry that was sure to follow the bold bank robbery and rape of the young housewife. He knew that he could disappear into the Mexican landscape without any hassles beyond the payment of a few bribes. From that point on it would be one long orgy of drinking and fucking until his money ran out and he was ready for another job.
Still, it bothered him tremendously that he hadn't gotten his fill of the beautiful banker's wife. Just one more time, he thought obscenely to himself. Just one more chance at that little cunt and it would be worth the risk. As the minutes ticked by he wondered excitedly if he dared take her with him Suddenly the idea became more and more attractive: He could transfer Shelly to his own car, and then drive south into the desert where he could enjoy the girl's succulent body as often as he liked before he was tired of her.
Suddenly the fantasy became a reality for him and he knew that he and the terrified woman weren't parting company just yet.
Grabbing her by the wrist again, he yanked her brutally up from the couch and pulled her down the long hallway toward the area of the house where he suspected the bedrooms might be. They went into the first one he found. Ape pulled a soft velour bedcover from the bed and clumsily wrapped it around the startled Shelly.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Shut up, cunt!" he snarled, shoving her out of the bedroom and toward the front room again.
The telephone rang just as they entered the room.
Holding her with one hand, Ape picked it up. A triumphant grin split his ugly face as he heard Harry Rhode's voice speaking to him.
"Hey, man, everything's set!" the excited bank robber said. "Get your ass out of there! I told him not to call the fuzz for thirty minutes, but the asshole is probably on the phone right now! Move, Ape, move!"
The connection was suddenly broken and Ape threw the instrument onto the table, not bothering to replace it in the cradle. "Come on, cunt, let's get out of this dump!" he commanded, pulling her toward the front door.
A quick glance up and down the quiet street told him that no one was watching the house. In several long strides he half-carried the girl to the car. Unlocking the trunk, he cruelly picked her up and thrust her into the dusty compartment.
"Listen, cunt," he said in a voice that was dripping with savage menace, "one word out of you ... or one fucking noise from this trunk and I'll run the fucking car off a cliff with you in it! Play along and you'll be back with your fucking old man in a couple of hours time," he lied smoothly, reveling in the way her eyes were glazing over with horror.
The terrorized young wife tried to speak, but no words came out of her mouth as he slammed the lid down and raced around and got behind the wheel of the car. He had deliberately parked so that the car was pointing downhill, in the direction of Hollywood.
In a moment the motor was roaring and they were speeding down the winding street toward the City that lay with a blanket of smog obscuring it.
As he drove, Ape lovingly massaged his swollen cock, mentally picturing himself and the girl parked somewhere in the hot desert between Los Angeles and Tucson. He could see himself about to spear the lovely woman's waiting slash of a scarlet mouth with his gigantic rod of cock-meat.
As he neared the intersection of Beachwood and Franklin Avenue he could hear loud sirens from somewhere in the vicinity. Luckily, the light at the corner changed and he swung left onto Franklin and joined the heavy traffic before the several black-and-white police cars converged on the street that led up into the hills from where he had just come.
Like all good and law-abiding citizens should, he dutifully slowed his car to a stop and let the screaming sirens pass him.
When he started up again, Ape was smiling lewdly to himself as his meaty fingers brought his trouser-covered cock to a gigantic hardness.
"It's going to be a beautiful day," he said aloud to himself.