Chapter 7
When Dino and Ray returned it was just after dark. The house was quiet. Phoebe was nowhere to be seen and Sal was asleep in his room with the door open. The two young men made their way into the kitchen and found leftovers from the preceding day's supper. As they sat down at the table in the kitchen, Phoebe came in from the patio. She was wearing a heavy sweater against the night's chill.
Phoebe's eyes were still a little red around the edges from her bout with Sal that afternoon. She rubbed her neck and was still sore from the abuse she had taken.
The men watched her without comment. She said not a word. Phoebe fixed herself some tea and went into the living room. She wanted to be alone but it was too cold outside and the night sounds of the desert frightened her more than the men inside the cabin. She was uncertain of the conclusion of the afternoon's scenario. She could remember everything up to the time that Sal slammed his erect penis into her throat. Then everything went blank. The next thing she could actively remember was picking herself up from the living room floor with no one else around. The chill of the evening had awakened her and she felt sore all over. She had bathed and dressed in totally different clothes. She wanted to make that part of the afternoon disappear from her memory. Better not to think of it she told herself. She didn't know how she could ever face Sal again. And if she ever lived to have the chance, how on earth she could face her sister or her mother knowing what she did about Sal and Alice--if what Sal had said was true.
Sal came out of the bedroom and crossed into the kitchen.
"Hi Phoebe," he said casually, "the guys back?"
Phoebe nodded affirmation but did not look in Ms direction. Once he was in the kitchen however she came closer to the door and listened to their conversation. Apparently their hideaway was not as secure as they had thought. Sources that Dino and Ray had contacted had informed them that the cops were rounding up a number of their associates and while there was no immediate danger, the owner of the cabin had also been contacted for questioning. Things were moving fast.
While the men were deciding whether to stay put or to split, Phoebe racked her brain trying to think of a way to get word out to someone for help. She knew that things would only get worse for her as the men grew more restive with their enforced confinement. Phoebe moved away from the kitchen door just as the three men rose from the table and came back into the living room. Dino and Ray picked up on Phoebe's hostility toward Sal as they entered the room.
"Hey ... what you guys been up to?" smiled Dino.
"Looks like something's gone down while we were away ... ," said Ray. "What happened? You get too hot looking at my dick this afternoon? Huh Miss Phoebe? Did Sal here have to give you a little something to calm you down....?"
The three laughed boisterously.
"I've had my fun, you guys ... so I'm calling it a night," said Sal.
Ray and Dino looked at each other and smiled. Phoebe headed for her room and closed the door. The door would not lock from the inside so she braced a chair against it and lay down on her bed. The sounds outside quieted as Sal went into his room. From what she could tell, Dino and Ray had begun playing cards and had the radio on softly.
Later she heard one of them enter the kitchen and apparently ask the other if he too wanted a beer. It was hard to tell which voice was which with the door closed. Boredom and loneliness soon got to Phoebe however and around nine o'clock she went out into the living room to watch them play. They were in good spirits and welcomed her like a sister.
Soon Phoebe was convinced that while Sal was dangerously mad, Dino and Ray were essentially good people with a very bad occupation. The two switched the card game so that everyone could play. They began a game of Five Card Stud. Phoebe had recovered to a degree from the afternoon and now with the camaraderie of the two younger men, she allowed herself to relax with a beer.
She felt much better. It no longer seemed that she was at odds with the entire world. She had friends.
Both the men were gentle with her. Both seemed to be aware of the trials she had been through and both seemed much more compassionate without Sal around. Dino however seemed distant. Almost as though he had a secret about which he wasn't very pleased. Once when Phoebe got up from the card table to bring more beer for herself and her friends, as she was coming back into the room she heard what she thought was a half-angry half-joking remark from Dino to Ray. She thought she heard him make some comment about Ray owning a two headed coin. But, half tipsy as she was and in such good spirits, she simply put the words out of her mind. Still, for a moment it puzzled her. What would the two of them be flipping coins over at this hour of the evening?
She returned with the beer and as they finished it, they also finished their last round of poker. Phoebe left the table with a fond good night and went to bed. She knew she was safe with Sal asleep, so she did not make the effort to block the door.
Shortly after she entered her room she heard the door to the men's bedroom close. Just as she was allowing herself to drift into sleep she heard someone tapping lightly at her door. She sat up in bed and pulled the covers tightly around her.
"Who is it?" she asked in a stage whisper.
"It's me, Ray ... Can I come in, Phoebe?"
"What do you want," she said in considerable apprehension. Though, frankly, she knew that if he meant any harm he could have simply forced his way into the room. The door wasn't locked.
"I just want to talk to you for a minute. Please, Phoebe, it's important."
He sounded so sincere and so like a lost little boy that she could not resist. "O.K. come in but just for a minute," she said.
Phoebe turned on the night light as he entered the room. He was wearing only his boxer shorts, so apparently he was telling the truth. Apparently he had just decided to tell her whatever it was at the last minute.
"Well," she said directly, "what is it that's so important?"
"I wanted to talk to you while the other guys were asleep. This afternoon, Dino and I found out that the cops may be a lot closer than we'd thought."
"Yeah, I know," said Phoebe.
Ray looked at her with considerable surprise.
"I was listening outside the kitchen when you guys were talking," she explained.
"Well anyway," he went on, "it looks like we may have to make a run for it. But Sal doesn't want to move before we have to ... he thinks we're a lot safer here unless they get a direct lead."
"How will you know? I mean, it's kind of dumb just sitting out here waiting for them to show up, isn't it?"
"I think so, too. But Sal has a point. If they don't know anything, then the best we can do is to stick. If they start to move, well, we've got some connections in the station that could give us enough time to be in Brazil, if we wanted to."
"So what's the problem?" asked Phoebe.
"You. You're the problem. Sal wants to keep you in case we need a hostage. You know, in case something fucks up and we have to make a hot run for it."
Phoebe looked at him with eyes that indicated her lack of understanding of his motivation for telling her this.
"Yeah, yeah ... I know what you're thinking," he said. "Why am I telling you this? I'm telling you because I think it's crummy. I was all for having you come along to help out with the house and liven things up but if the cops come down heavy, I don't think it's fair to have you ducking bullets."
Phoebe was touched but not totally convinced. "So?" she said.
"So I thought I might help you escape...."
Phoebe was beside herself with excitement. Escape! The idea had slipped from her mind soon after she had taken stock of her situation in the middle of the desert with no telephone, no car, no possible way of escape.
"You mean you'd help me? That would be pretty dangerous wouldn't it? I mean, Sal would really get mad, wouldn't he?"
"You're damn right. I'd probably have to split too. But I thought I'd wait and decide about that later, when I know just what kind of hassle Dino and Sal would be in. I couldn't leave them out in the heat, so to speak."
"So what do we do?" asked Phoebe.
"It's more what do you do," smiled Ray.
Phoebe was unsure of what Ray meant but she didn't like the smile. "Well, what do / do?"
"It seems to me if I'm gonna go way out of my way and risk getting into a lot of trouble for you that you could do a little something for me...." Ray seemed almost shy.
Phoebe suddenly understood. "But Ray, I've never done that with anyone. Not anyone."
Ray looked up. "That's not what Sal says...." What about what happened yesterday?"
"He made me do it, Ray. Sal forced me. I'm still sore, and besides ... we didn't do It."
Ray seemed even more pleased. "Well, I could make you do it too but that's not the way I like it. I like it nice and easy. You know, kind of like you really liked me."
Phoebe quickly understood what he was saying. She could either let Ray have his way-he wanted to fuck her, to take her virginity-or, he would make her do it and would not help her escape. She had little choice.
Ray saw the realization in her eyes and began to stretch out on the bed. Phoebe moved away from him. She stared at the wall. "Oh God," she thought to herself, "and for a minute I thought he was my friend. My brother. No one is any good ... no one!" She started to sniffle.
"Hey," said Ray, "none of that. It's gotta be like we're sweethearts or the deal's off. That's the way I like it. You gotta tell me you like it."
Phoebe was cold as ice. She suddenly hated Ray.
She could tolerate being forced physically. At least she could cry out. She could fight. But to be made to lie there and feign enjoyment. That was like a treason to her own body. She could never get words of affection out if she were with a man she loathed. Indeed, she wondered if she would ever be able to think of a man in affectionate terms now that she had been so abused. She shook her head in disbelief at what was happening to her.
Ray's hands began to stroke her arms. She felt him close up against her. He began to pull the covers down to their feet. She was wearing only her panties and her brassiere. He unsnapped the brassiere and moved his hand to her stomach. His finger slipped under the elastic of her panties and began to lower them. Her brassiere slipped off her shoulders.
Phoebe started to protest but remembered the deal that she had been forced into. If she were going to survive this nightmare she would have to cooperate. She had no choice!
Hopelessly, she turned to Ray. She lifted her hips so that he could slip her panties off. Then, he began to nuzzle her neck and cheek and she lay back against the pillow. He fondled her breasts and played with her belly button. She lay there cold as ice. After a few minutes, Ray leaned away from her and stopped touching her.
"What's the matter," said Phoebe.
"It's no good," said Ray. "I guess you get left to play cops and robbers with Sal and Dino."
"Why? What did I do wrong?" begged Phoebe.
"Nothin', that's what you did. That's what's wrong. If I wanted that I could get it from a whore for fifty bucks," Ray said sharply. He started to get out of bed.
"Please, Ray. Please don't leave me to them...." Phoebe was really frightened now.
Ray looked back at her and smiled. "That's better. One more try."
He stood next to the bed as Phoebe -edged her I way across and reached out hesitantly to touch his shorts. The outline of his dick appeared against the leg of the boxers and then the mushroom-shaped tip began to protrude from the bottom of the leg. He massaged the back of Phoebe's head. As he rubbed her, she moved slowly toward his prick.
"Lie on your belly," he said.
She rolled over and lay flat on her stomach with her head only inches from his crotch. He dropped his shorts with one stroke and stood there, leaner and flatter than Sal. His dick was also longer and flatter. Broad and pointed. Gradually rising with the excitement of Ray's eyes playing along her white buttocks. Her trim waistline emphasized the youth of his playmate.
As his burgeoning dick approached the perpendicular, she moved her hand around it, clasping it tightly, and then the began to massage it gently. In the back other mind she thought that if she could make him come, like she had Sal the afternoon before, maybe he would leave her alone.
His dick grew harder and heavier. His balls hung lower. They were not as huge as Sal's but his prick was proving to be much bigger. She could not believe that this enormous rigidly awesome thing could fit in her body. As she pulled the foreskin back it revealed a sharp head. A chisel of a dick that she knew she could never lock outside her dry little cunt, not if he decided to force her. But no, she had to stop thinking about resisting him. She had to make this work.
He joined her on the bed and dangled his sperm-bloated balls near her mouth. She was glad for the hideous lessons that she had had yesterday afternoon. At least she knew she could please him. She began to lick them. She licked one and then the other. He pushed her over on her back and began to suck her breasts, first one nipple, then the other. Gradually her efforts at licking his balls grew more animated. He began to circle her nipples, pulling and nipping at them. The circles grew wider and wider. He pressed his tongue deep into her softness and squeezed them up into his mouth. She took his balls in her mouth. She worked them back and forth sucking and pulling.
Ray lifted his mouth from her breasts for a minute and noticed that her legs had spread by themselves. He saw her virginal cunt open gently and close again. Her pussy lifted slightly as she reached for a deeper hold on his balls.
Slowly he lowered his face toward her moistly heated pussy. He would need lots of juice if he were going to burst through that hymen. She was young and strong and probably athletic. He would need a prick like an iron stake and all the muscle he could muster to break through her and open her to the pleasures of being pumped into deep and long.
His mouth played along the sparse golden hairs that lined the top of her vee. He slipped down between her cunt and her thighs, licking her, pulling her legs open. He lifted his balls from her mouth and moved back slightly so that his enormous rock-hard prick was staring her right in the face. She began to pull it and push it, to work it with one hand and then two. He reached behind her knees and pulled them up so that her cunt lay just below his mouth. As his throbbing dick began to slip into her mouth, as she gobbled it and twisted herself under and around it, the better to accommodate its fist-like circumference ... he put his face at the mouth of her slit and began licking and sucking her tiny clitoris. She moaned and chewed on him-not with teeth; she had been taught well. She could still remember the sting of Sal's slap. She chewed with lip-covered teeth, with hardened tongue, with pulsating throat.
He licked her clitoris, reaching over with both hands and pulling her open, dipping his tongue deep in her. He chewed the puffy lips of her tender cunt up and down and returned with each stroke to her increasingly desperate clitoris. Her nipples were fully erect now. His prick was rock hard and still growing. He pumped her face while with each stroke he moved deeper into her cunt.
In one motion, Ray lifted himself from her mouth and her cunt and turned about to face her. He plunged his honey-covered face down on her lips and held her in place with his weight. He pinned her arms with his hand and drove his tongue deep into her mouth. He could feel her hips moving beneath him, straining toward the heat of his gargantuan dick. She sucked his tongue. He licked her face with great sloppy strokes that left her soaking in his spit and her own cuntal juices. Now was the time. His eager prick could take not another moment's hesitation.
He lifted himself from her and pulled her knees up to the hook of her elbows. He slid her down in the bed and spread her as open as he could by leaning forward. She threw her head back and forth. He lifted her and sucked deep into her cunt. He mixed the juice of her pussy with all the saliva he could muster and pushed it deep within her. His nose played with her clitoris again and again.
As he lowered her slowly and deliberately, she' gasped. She knew this was it. She had no idea what to expect but she was certain that she would never live through it. He was monstrously hung. His meat was twice the thickness of her wrist. Surely he would split her open and she would die right there. But what could she do? She had no choice; she had to escape! She grabbed his knees as he held her suspended above his throbbing cock. He lowered her slowly.
The head of his turgid prick oozed the clear white fluid that boiled up from his aching balls. It dripped from him. As he looked down to be certain of his position he saw that she too was dripping. Not just wet and shining but dripping. Her pussy was pulsating open and closed, open and closed. Her firm rounded buttocks squeezed in rhythm with her pussy. Every bump and grind moved her closer to his cock. He pushed between her cunt-lips.
Phoebe gasped at the heat of his angry prick.
Ray strained his hard firm body against her softly giving flesh. He entered her. She tightened around him. God, she was hot and tight. A child cunt. A slit never plied before. Hot and wet, so wet her juices were dripping over his balls.
He pushed against her hymen. He could feel her resisting despite her own desperate desires.
"No ... no," Phoebe began to cry out against the steel that was being shoved against her flesh, that was literally tearing her apart. She could feel herself ripping open inside and more ... she was being spread, spread as though someone had placed two locked fists inside her cunt and while shoving forward relentlessly, had begun to inexorably spread those thick forearms.
"No, Ray," she cried. "Please," she gasped and pushed against him, "no, you're tearin' ... you're ripping...."
He pushed until he could go no further. Then shifting his weight slightly he pulled a pillow over her face and drew back sharply. She gasped again. As the air was streaming into her lungs, he leaned forward, pulled her legs far apart so that she could rally no muscular resistance and then he rammed his rock-hard cock savagely into her. She grabbed the pillow and pulled it against her face, screaming. He pulled his plundering cock out slightly and threw himself against her again, and again and again until his massive cock was rammed up in her all the way to his balls.
Phoebe felt that someone had shoved a telephone pole up her cunt. She could not move. She was stuck on a stake just as she had been when Sal shoved his prick down her throat. But this time she felt that she was skewered up to her heart. There was no room in her for this throbbing stud that was spreading her bones with his burning tree trunk.
He held his position until she recovered a little. Then he began to stroke her slowly, moving only slightly.
"No Ray. Please, I'm begging. Please don't move it."
But even as the words were on her lips she began to move around him. She tried to escape but he had her firmly held with his hands behind her shoulders. He moved her on his dick. He lifted her left knee and then her right until she began to circle him by herself. She felt him take longer strokes and soon she was bumping against his strokes, screwing him while he fucked deep up into her dripping cunt.
They were fucking and sweating, pumping and twisting. She would not take her hand off him. She pulled his buttocks as he drove into her, trying to get him deeper. Yet with every smack of his great hanging balls against her asshole, she would cry out in the pain of being pounded into remnants of a mature woman.
He lay his sweating hairy chest against her breasts and let his full weight down on her. The angle of his cock shifted slightly and sent her into gasps of pain and pleasure. He was spreading her up and down now, pumping so slowly, never missing a beat. Nothing could stop him.
Phoebe felt herself tightening inside. She had no idea what was happening. She felt herself tighten and tingle. She felt her breath coming faster and faster and then with unknowable pleasure she felt that all her insides were beginning to pour out ... to pour out in a flood of her juices. As she poured and poured and poured he fell heavily onto her lips and he kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep inside her welcoming mouth.
Just as Phoebe felt the flushing in her begin to subside she noticed that the tightening was spreading through her again. Each thrust from Ray would bring her closer to another orgasm. She began to buckle and writhe beneath him; she grabbed and pulled with her cunt; she milked his great dick, clasping it tightly until he began to pump with greater force and determination. He held her in her position with an iron-clad grip. He gave her room only to breathe and to arch back as hard as she could. He began to talk to her.
"That's it, you fuckin' cunt. That's it. Pump my prick. Beat those balls against your ass. Beat it baby, beat that dick off in your woman hole."
He drove himself deeper in her. He slipped his hands from her shoulders down to her cunt and spread her with his fingers. He pulled her cunt open the better to drive himself down to his boy-hard pelvis. Their bones seemed to clash. He bounced high from the bed and slammed into her.
He pounded more and more furiously, rubbing himself over her breasts, lashing his neck from one side of her face to the other. She bit and licked him wherever her pinned position would let her. She bellowed like a wounded calf as she went into yet another orgasm. Then he began to come. His dick hardened even beyond the rigidity that he had mustered to break through her virginity. It swelled thicker and longer. The head of his cock stretched from its pointed sharpness to a flared knob that beat the sides of her cunt with each slamming stroke. He pounded and pounded with his buttocks tightening, forcing him deeper into her. Then suddenly he threw back his head and began a silent scream that went on for endless minutes. He shook in a spasm of ejaculation, he shuddered with a half-second hesitation between bursting flows of hot sperm. Sperm so hot that Phoebe thought she was being scalded inside. He pumped and came, pumped and came until with one final thrust he fell on her and began a low animal moan. Phoebe could not move.
She wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles above his buttocks. Her arms reached around his neck and into his curly hair as they both passed out.