Chapter 8
Ray left Phoebe's room during the night because when Sal knocked on her door to get her up to make breakfast, she was alone. When she tried to get out of bed however, she was certain that the night before had not been a dream. She was so sore she could hardly move and, as she pulled back the covers, she saw that the bed was stained with blood.
After checking herself carefully she determined that she would live, that the bleeding had been superficial and that she was not in need of a doctor. Good. The less the others knew about last night the better. But then, who was she kidding. Ray had probably already bragged the news to everyone.
As the four sat down to breakfast, there was a knock at the door. The three men looked at each other quickly. Sal headed for the door, Dino made for the gun rack where all the munitions were locked-for Phoebe's sake-and Ray began bolting windows and doors. Phoebe had to admit that they had themselves together.
Phoebe was ignored during the call-to-arms. In a minute however the all-clear had gone out and the man who had joined them briefly on the day of their arrival walked into the room. Phoebe was dismissed to the kitchen while the four men continued their discussion.
From what Phoebe could tell, Ray's fears about the cops finding them sooner than they had imagined were valid. Apparently the owner of the cabin had been arrested. He was a close friend of Sal's but there was no telling what pressure the authorities would bring against him, and Sal knew that he too would put his own interest above that of any other man. They decided to pull out.
When Phoebe was allowed to join them, they told her that they would be moving soon and that she was to pick out whatever she could from the food in the kitchen-just as long as it was ready to eat.
When Phoebe went back into the kitchen she noticed across the patio, behind the pool shed there was a line of dust on the horizon. Phoebe had seen enough cowboy movies to know that that meant someone was coming across open desert. She turned to head into the living room and warn Sal. Warn Sal?! Why the hell should she warn anybody? She wasn't on their side. Nothing could be better than for them to be captured at the house. At least she could duck under a table or something if the going got rough. She'd have a much better chance here than in some car careening down the highway at a hundred miles per hour with bullets flying everyplace.
She gathered the food and put it with the other things that were being accumulated for the departure. Then she went into her room and waited.
In a very few minutes another one of the house occupants saw the tell-tale sign of the approaching vehicle and everything in the house speeded up. The car was brought to the front and loaded. Phoebe jammed a chair against the door and hoped she could delay long enough, that she could cause enough hassle to make Sal leave her behind rather than fight her into the car. She did not think he would kill her in cold blood. Not that he was such a nice guy. It was only that as far as Phoebe knew there had been no murders and it was un-likely that Sal would up the stakes with the cops right at his heels.
The two cop cars that were approaching the cabin could be seen clearly from the kitchen window now. The fourth man and Dino split due north from the cabin.
Phoebe knew there would be a fight for her custody, she was the only shield in sight, so she pulled the bed and bureau to block the door. Sal knocked and started to enter.
"Hey, Phoebe, what the hell's going on? Let me in. Come on kid there's no time to waste." Sal was between panic and anger.
"Leave me alone, you bastard! You go ahead and run. Too bad I won't get to see you dragged away in handcuffs ... I hope the cops shoot you up your ass!" Phoebe began to feel the depth of her hate for Sal and his barbaric friend. She was amazed at her language.
Sal threw his weight against the door and then, realizing that there was no way to resolve this quickly and no time to invest in it, he headed with Ray, armed like mercenaries, to the car.
Phoebe heard the car start and pull out. She waited. It had been too easy. But then, truly, what could they do? They didn't have time to break the door in and they certainly knew that she would.; never go along willingly. God, what a relief. Still she listened for nearly ten minutes. Not a sound.
Phoebe pulled the furniture back from the door and slowly opened it. The house was empty. She could hear a car approaching ... no, it was two cars. She looked out the front and saw the dust from Sal's car fading in the distance. In what seemed like seconds, she could see that the cars were highway patrol ... the sheriffs department.
She stood on the doorsill, relieved that the drama was ending. She could hardly believe that her life was going to continue.
One of the police cars pulled up behind the cabin and the other in front. There were six cops in all. They jumped out with their guns in hand as Phoebe stood smiling on the porch. They ran through the house like Viet Cong storming a village. They pushed Phoebe aside when they saw she was unarmed. One of the officers took charge of her, stuffing her into the back of his patrol car.
When they were certain that no one else was in the cabin, the officer in charge called ahead to advise that all roads in the area be blocked and he and his underlings sped off to continue the chase.
Tire three remaining officers uncuffed Phoebe and took her inside to wait. They would remain at the cabin until the lab crew from the city could get there.
Phoebe did not like their tone. She tried a number of times to explain what had happened. They were uninterested.
The cops obviously had it in their minds that Phoebe was a part of the heist crew. She could understand how they might believe that since they had found her at the hideout, but how did they explain that she was alone ... that there were no firearms with her, that there was no money, no nothing. She tried to explain that Sal was her brother-in-law, that she had been forced to go with them. The cops made themselves at home and told her to tell it to the judge.
Well, she would tell it to the judge, and he would check her background and know that she was telling the truth. It seemed that simple.
The day grew longer. Several times one of the young cops tried to get information about the chase but the dispatcher would not reveal anything for fear that the police band was being monitored. They were simply told to stay put. The three officers loosened their collars and made themselves at home. They even insisted that Phoebe go back to the task of feeding them. Again, she was a servant. For God's sake, she thought, whether its cops or robbers she always ended up being their lacky.
Phoebe fed them and eventually got used to being called Miss Moll. They were convinced that she was a gangster type. So what. That would be resolved soon enough. But frankly Phoebe was getting a little worried. They had been in the cabin all day and so far there was no sign of their leaving.
Her questions were met with increasingly caustic responses. They were beginning to treat her like a social outcast. They believed nothing she said. They were interested in nothing about her. Moreover, there was an increasing sense of animalism in their presence. Phoebe had heard stories about red-necked cops, and she had never seen anyone more red-necked than these three, but she had faith in the integrity of the law. At least, she thought she did.
When night began to fall, instructions came from the station house that they were still to sit tight. They would be there all night. Phoebe felt her stomach tighten in apprehension.
Nine o'clock came and went. Eleven. Phoebe went into her room. Her clothes were thrown all over the floor from the hurried search the cops had made when they arrived. She didn't really care. She lay down on the bed and fell lightly asleep. She knew that the whole thing had to be over in the morning.
Around midnight Phoebe heard her door open. She fearfully turned her sleepy blonde head to the figure illuminated from behind and asked what was going on. There was no response. As he moved into the room, Phoebe retreated on her bed. The cop was fully dressed. Maybe there had been some word from the station, maybe the ordeal was over and she would be whisking home to Vermont before another dreadful day had passed. He continued to come toward her.
Cop or no cop ... By this time Phoebe could tell from his walk what was on his mind. To him she was mere chattel. She didn't exist as a person. He could do anything he wanted to and he would be backed up by his cop friends. How could she defend herself? She had been found all alone in the middle of the desert in the house that had served as hide-away for four grand larcenists. Who the hell would believe her story?
Well, damn it she was tired, she told herself. She was tired of being forced to suck dick and get fucked and serve as maid too. If this red-necked cop was going to try anything she would make him deal with her as a person. He may be able to force her to do what he wanted but he could not force her to like it. She would scream or cry or curse; she would do whatever she had to do to make him pay for the pleasure he would steal from her. She saw he was no better than Sal or Ray. He was a thief too. He....
Just as Phoebe began to wax indignant, just as she was on the brink of telling him to shove it, that he would have to fight her if he wanted to get his jollies ... she saw a second figure at the door. Now she was scared. Two of them, how could she fight?
As the first cop approached her without a word, he pulled his dick from his pants. He loosened his belt and stepped out of the uniform, hardly loosing pace. The second cop began undoing his belt as he came through the door and the third took his place in the chiaroscuro of the doorway.
Before Phoebe could cry out in protest she was surrounded by three hard and hairy cops who were staring at her like a prime steak. One was at the foot of the bed and one on each side. There was no escape.
Almost on cue each of the men reached over and began to pull her clothes from her back. Her blouse was torn from her with a single stroke by the red-headed cop, her jeans loosened and pulled from her body while she kicked and fought. The men at her sides ripped her brassiere and panties off so that within seconds she had passed from dressed and sleepy to totally naked and panicked. No one said a word. There was a tension in the air unlike any she had ever known." She felt totally exposed, vulnerable.
As they looked down on her, each lingered over the same vision. They saw what neither Sal, nor Ray nor Clem nor any of Phoebe's other attackers had taken time to see. They saw a beautiful body, with high, wide-set girlish breasts, a tiny, taut waist, richly maturing swelling hips, flowing milky thighs, and a delicately sculpted line as thigh flowed into calf.
Phoebe was thrown back against the head rest in her panic. Her legs were braced in either direction as though she were trying to push herself away from them and through the wall. From their positions the cops could see the soft curly hair of her pubic mound and the tender flesh of her cunt-lips. The excitement of what was inevitably going to happen triggered their erections and even sent a rush of fear and excitation through Phoebe. Three men! Three, young, horny, hard men were jerking on their dicks at her feet and she had no choice but to let them have their way ... Then something snapped in Phoebe. Something in her went from panic to cool. Suddenly she wanted them. She wanted them to do it and get it over with ... She was scared but she knew that her lushly ripened girl's body would be able to absorb each of the sadistic cops' rampant cocks. Who knows? Maybe if she hated them hard enough she might even enjoy it....?
One thing she promised herself, she would not crawl or beg. No matter what they did she would never admit that they had bested her; she would never give in to their arrogance. After all, there were worse things than being screwed, she had almost enjoyed it toward the end when Ray was pounding her gushing pussy with his rock-hard dick. Almost, that is.
In defiance she threw back her head and flared her golden curls, tousling them with her fingers. She looked at each of the cops in turn and said in her raspiest voice, "O.K. motherfuckers, who's gonna be first?"
Phoebe expected a response but never what ensued. The three descended on her with one fell swoop. Phoebe looked up and saw the animal desire in their blue, grey and brown eyes. She was no longer afraid. As they lifted her and turned her crossways on the bed, she stretched back making her full firm breasts even more prominent on her leanly proportioned body.
She forced herself to say the ugly words, "If you're gonna fuck me, if you're gonna rape me like some street shit, then do it you motherfuckers, do it." Phoebe couldn't believe the filth that was coming from her own mouth.
The cop behind her pulled her down on the bed, rolling her face up toward his prick. The one in front knelt in front of her. She let her legs fall apart, splaying wide, awaiting the sudden impalement by his hugely pulsing cock. All the cops were big. No, bigger than big, but they were circumcised. They were hard within the confines of their foreskinless meat. There would be no extra skin to lubricate the space between their bodies and hers. When they rammed her, it would be all pussy and cock ... it would truly be like a flaming, rigidly relentless stovepipe of a prick tearing her fleshy wet cunt.
Phoebe waited. Then she realized that the cop was waiting too. After all with one poised above her head and one with his monstrous prick flapping between her legs, what would the third do?
Before she could answer her own question she found the cop behind her smothering her with his wet hot lips. Phoebe tried to repress a soft moan of pleasure as his mouth closed over hers and his tongue slipped between her wetly parted lips and as his fingers strayed over the pulsating flesh of her young eager body. She wanted no part of this but her sensuality betrayed her. Her lust had been whetted by the inevitability of what was to come, by her own helplessness.
Suddenly Phoebe was consumed by the cop at her head. Her love-starved body wanted his bold caresses, her mouth wanted his delving tongue. Against her will, she found herself moving him closer to her, yielding, involuntarily-as if her arms and lips had minds of their own. She began to fondle down his body reaching for his penis, his huge hot penis. She wanted to feel his lips and hold his cock at the same time.
While Phoebe began to give in to the cop that stood by her head, the one poised between her creamy thighs began to take advantage of the diversion. His mouth moved slowly up, his tongue licking her excitedly tingling flesh until his lips closed over her right breast and began to suck even as his fine white teeth nipped the rising bud of her nipple. With an urgent sigh, she squirmed against him, sliding a leg up between his hard-muscled thighs until she could feel his wiry pubic hairs rubbing against her wet flexing cunt. She reached with her free hand and grasped his rampant staff in her lewdly-exploring fingers. Phoebe quivered with excitement. A cock in each hand and lips on her breasts and face. What more would these bastards try to do to her? She quivered with apprehension.
The cop between her legs slipped over to his side so that he might better reach her yearning, rising breasts. As he did, the third cop came into action.
Phoebe gasped as she felt another mouth, warm and wet, move low over her trembling belly and press its tongue into the soft curls covering her pussy mound. Then it was moving down the ultra-sensitive flesh inside her wide-splayed thighs, and she could feel his hot breath on the moistly flowering lips of her cunt. She made herself look down the line of her lovers, between the valley of her full young breasts, and could see the top of a head beyond the nipping and tucking of the cop sucking and massaging her breasts. Between her legs she could feel another as he licked and sucked at the passion perspiration of her body. She could hear all three of them panting. No, she could hear all four of them. The men sounded like they never wanted to stop-and Phoebe suddenly became aware that she too never wanted them to stop.
Her lips returned to the man above her, not his lips however ... his cock. She began to tease him, lick him, pull his sperm-laden balls toward her hungry mouth. The middle cop had leaned back for a moment to watch the handiwork of his companions.
Now the cop between her legs was moving up again, kissing the soft inner flesh of one spreading thigh, then the other. After an eternity of tantalization, his breath was flowing warmly over her defenseless vaginal furrow. He blew softly onto her pussy for endless minutes, his wet lips only a fraction of an inch away. Then he spread her cuntal furrow wide and his head dipped and she felt the wet searching tip of his tongue wriggle like a snake the full length of her quivering young vagina, swirling around the excitedly rising bud of her clitoris.
Phoebe cried out from the depth of a kiss as his tongue slid far up her cuntal passage and his wetly heated mouth closed tight over her widely excited vagina and began to suck. She arched her back and thrust her hot little cunt up to his lewdly flicking tongue.
Despite the woman-child's instinctive revulsion, Phoebe could not help herself as she responded to his delicious oral rape of her sweet little pussy. She spread her legs wide and then impulsively clamped her thighs tight around the cop's yearning, sucking head. The hotter she got, the more she wanted. She shoved the prick above her deep into her throat and gobbled it with hungry strokes. She pulled the third cop to her breasts and made him straddle her so that she could shove her full young breasts together around his enormously thick penis. She bucked up with her hips and she whipped her breasts back and forth around the prick that reached nearly to her chin and she sucked and slurped the cop behind her. She had it all but she knew she wanted more of those pricks and balls that surrounded her. Her mind was in a turmoil from the combination of revulsion and ecstasy. She was horrified by what she was doing yet she knew that it was undoubtedly the most sensational thing she had ever experienced. She began to beg that someone would make the move, that someone or maybe all three would fuck her. For the obscene, insane pleasure they were giving her she would do anything! She wished one of them, any one of them would mount her and shove his thick, iron-hard shaft of flesh deep into her eagerly quivering cunt.
The cop who had been eating her cunt stopped suddenly. The one who was straddling her also rose from his position and stood by the bed. The one who had been pumping her throat withdrew. All three assumed their original positions around the bed and slowly pulled the tight slick skins of their dicks back and forth. They watched Phoebe as she discoverd herself alone on the bed. Their withdrawal had been so unexpected, so sudden, so total that it took Phoebe several moments to realize what had happened. She looked up at them in disbelief. Her hot cunt still twitched and flowed from the mouth that had worked it to within moments of flowing with her hot woman cream. Her face was smeared with the floods of saliva and sweat that had been laid on her by the uppermost cop and her nipples yearned for the mouth and hands that had made them rise from their years of innocent sleep and erect themselves, beseeching their attendant for greater pleasure still.
"What's wrong?" she whispered. Hers was the , only voice in the room. "Come on, what's the matter, you guys a bunch of deaf mutes? What's happened? Why did you stop?"
Phoebe reached a hysterical pitch. She was kneeling up in the bed crawling from one cop to the next trying to discover why they had so halted their services.
"Please," she groaned, "please fuck me...." She held up one breast and crawled back to the cop who had been sucking it. "Please. You know how good it felt. You know how that titty wants you...." He was totally unresponsive.
She crawled to the next cop. She leaned back and thrust her hotly yearning pussy at him as best she could. "Look at that cunt," she cried. "Look at it. It's begging you to eat it ... Come on, eat it!" He too seemed immovable.
Just as Phoebe headed for the third cop, the one behind her said, "NOW!" All three fell on her simultaneously. But still they did not fuck her. One cop held her legs, another her arms and together they rolled her on to her stomach. The third went for his pants and removed the belt. Without hesitation he began to beat Phoebe's exquisite white flesh viciously. He raised welts an inch wide and the full width of her back. She screamed out for mercy. She begged them to stop but their silence turned to laughter. They smirked and belched out their calls of "Whore" and "Cunt Crazy" until she thought she would die from the beating and the humiliation. The cop with the belt concentrated on her beautifully rounded buttocks until they were red and hot from the lashes. Phoebe begged them to stop. She hated herself for ever allowing a single word of entreaty to exit her lips. She loathed them and was mortified that they had heard her beg for their attentions. They released her.
But they were not through with her. A second cop reached for his belt. Phoebe winced in pain with the very idea. But it was not his intention to beat her further. Not just yet anyway. With the two belts they tied her face up, hands lashed to the bedposts. Their maniacal eyes glistened with enthusiasm. It was almost as though what they were doing was rehearsed.
When she was firmly secured, they moved back to her legs and pulled them open as far as they could. Phoebe thought they would break her in half, split her up the cunt. Then slowly they lifted her in a split back toward her own head. Phoebe rolled back painfully on the welts that had been inflicted on her. Her cunt spread like a wakening eagle.
The third cop sat on the bed between her spreading legs. He looked her straight in the cunt, seeming to take the measure of her sweet young hole. Slowly he tightened the latigo that he was wrapping around his cock and balls and then he made the ends fast. He watched as his enormous red mushroom-head grew tighter and harder still. The shaft of his cock rose around the tightened cord until his penis was distended and swollen as would have been inconceivable without the aid of his cockstrap. The width of his dick far exceeded the tiny hole that Phoebe's cunt had become from his perspective.
The two men lowered Phoebe slowly letting their buddy guide her hole toward his prick. She was absolutely terrified. When the massive head of his dick touched her cunt, a wild look of non-comprehension came over her face. She had felt a dick there before. True only one, but that was nothing like this. It was as though someone had placed the blunt end of a quart bottle against her pussy. There was no way that that thing could get in her. No lubricant, no push was enough. Then Phoebe felt each of the cops pull harder on her legs. She stretched from the bedposts. The leather of the belts creaked with the strain. They pulled her wide apart and then shifted their direction to bring her feet low back up to her head again. She was pinned like a frog. Her cunt was flared like a yawning hippo. The cop with the massive dick spit on the head of his prick and smoothed it all around watching Phoebe as he took his tantalizing time. She stretched against the weight of the men holding her, pushing her pussy out to her tree-stump-lover-to-be and oozed her juices through her coral lips.
The cop waited. The two who held her legs back in their ungodly position waited. Phoebe pushed her hotly yearning cunt out to the cop kneeling in front of her, staring at her desperately pulsating pussy. She was tied and pinned-held in a totally open position and nothing was happening. Nothing! Phoebe raced between humiliation and frustration. If he was going to do it, then goddamn it why didn't he do it?
"Fuck me" she demanded harshly. "Fuck me, you bastard...." Her voice yielded more and more to her erotic desperation until she was screaming, cunt and mouth, "Fuck me, fuck me please fuck me! I beg you ... fuck meee!"
Then with one cruel lunge, the cop poised at her cuntal entrance buried his hotly throbbing cock to the hilt deep up inside her stretched and tearing flesh. The young New England girl cried out sharply as the red-neck policeman's massive cudgel ripped into her quaking body, sending ripples of pleasure-pain ahead in her brutally abused cuntal passage. She felt as if she were being impaled on a thick oaken handle as his massive hardness split her pussy wide and his come-laden balls smacked wetly against her wide-stretched ass-cheeks.
"Oh my God; oh my God," cried Phoebe. She wailed in the mad desperation of savage wantonness. A whorish appetite that she had never known existed took control of her nakedly straining body. Her legs flailed free and then locked tight around the cop's driving hips]-Her arms pulled furiously at the leather that held her. She screamed madly, "Fuck me, fuck me ... deeper, deeper!"
The two cops that had held her wide for their buddy's entry now looked down on her smirking and beating their dicks, each waiting his turn.
Phoebe barely noticed their actions. She hardly heard the sardonic chuckle of her rapist as he began to fuck in and out of her, each stroke pulling the tender pink flesh of her cunt out past the tightly grasping lips of her pussy. Urgently she strove to match the passion-crazed movements of her body to his as the pain of her violated vagina melted away to pure pleasure. She found that it was impossible to believe she had eagerly taken his long, incredible thick cock into her cunt with a single stroke. But it was so wonderful to have his immensely filling penis in her like this that she was glad that they had tied her and stretched her into a single yearning cunt-hole capable of taking in their stud-hung friend. The head of his battering ram smashed mercilessly against her cervix and the base of it stretched her young, virtually untried cunt unbearably wide. She thrashed and moaned and bucked under him.
The naked young girl felt the policeman's penis swelling, becoming thicker still and longer and then the savage jerking of his body over her and in her, and she felt the hot, searing spurts of his come flooding her milking young cunt.
Even before the final spasms of ejaculation were out of the hot red-neck stud, Phoebe was reaching out her lewdly grasping hands toward the next cock. She threw the spent man off her with a twist of the hips and desperately drew the next attacker into her hotly dripping cunt. She strained against her bonds and lashed out with her legs as the next young stud drove himself deep up within her gushing hole.
The cop who had gotten off of Phoebe made his way around to the head of the bed and for a moment Phoebe didn't know what he expected ... then she realized ... Long white tendrils of his sperm linked his now-soft cock with her lips. He bent over her even as his buddy began to pound her pussy with long driving strokes. His long flaccid penis glistened with the mingling juices of his orgasm. Phoebe reached for his dripping penis and guided it to her moistly parted lips. She began to lave it with the tip of her tongue, savoring the rich juices of her cunt and his come. She could not comprehend the ecstasy of the combined sensations. She had another long and punishingly thick dick up inside her cunt and a still hot prick in her mouth ... and there was still another lover waiting in the wings. The third cop waited his turn with lusty impatience.
Phoebe sucked and fucked until the second man climaxed into her yearning girl-cunt. As her lover for the moment jerked and bucked, spurting his white-hot semen deep up into Phoebe's clasping pussy, she could feel his semen mixing with that of the first man. The third cop had grown so excited with the scene before him that he began to moan and beat his huge boyish cock with greater and greater excitement. Phoebe saw that she would never be able to halt him in his hotly pulsating enthusiasm, she would never get him to stop before he shot his come in a hot stream through the air,-wasting his man-juice!
She burst out with whorishly wanton appetite, "In my mouth! Come in my mouth ... please...."
She strained against the belts that held her in place. The cop between her legs felt his dick softening in her milking cunt. The third and youngest cop leaned over Phoebe, pushing his tired friend away. He lay down on her face, shoving his rock-hard dick deep into her yearning mouth and slapping his sperm-laden balls against the angelic face of his woman-child cocksucker. The curly rug of his pubic hair formed a mask of ecstasy around Phoebe's sucking wildly gulping mouth. Her voluptuous body sucked from both ends. As the third cop came in her mouth, Phoebe could feel the ripple of ejaculation run down her enormous prick and pump what seemed gallons of hot creamy come into her hungrily swallowing mouth. She gulped and thrashed desperately in order not to lose a single drop of the precious fluid.
The three men were spent. Phoebe remained tied to the bed and the cops pulled back from her to regain their composure. Phoebe lay there amazed that she had ended up crying out again for the services of men who were her enemies, who abused her and compelled her into the role of a whore when in fact she was one day out of virginity. She hated them yet she knew that she had enjoyed it-the entire scene from beginning to end-she had enjoyed it immensely. Worse still, Phoebe knew they could make her do anything they wanted, tied or not tied, she would be their love-slave. She hated them for what they had made of her! She hated herself even more for wanting to be what she now knew she was ... the worst of sluts!
The cops untied Phoebe and left the room. Phoebe rubbed her wrists slowly to recover the circulation. She sat on the bed in her empty room listening to the cops get beer for themselves from the kitchen. Phoebe wanted to join them, she wanted to slip beneath the table while they drank their beer and suck each dick in its softness. She wanted to lick their balls and tantalize them until they were erect with desire again and would fuck her again and again ... she wanted them to fuck her all night. But she knew she could never do that. She could never admit to anyone the whore she had become.
As Phoebe lay back to sleep she dreamily remembered that first, incredibly thick dick that the two cops had held her open for. She spread her legs wide in the bed and pressed her hand deep along the length of her slit. She remembered the cunt-splitting moment when he entered her and in her smiling reverie, she fell asleep.