Chapter 9
At work the next day everyone was as nice to Mary as they could possibly be. She was a bright spirit around the bank and people had genuinely missed her. Others had missed her for other reasons. There was a new gleam in Clifford's eye when he greeted her for the first time that morning. It was a gleam that made Mary more than uncomfortable and a little embarrassed. But she said hello to him anyway, determined to ignore the whole affair.
At about ll:30 Mary took her first break of the day. Bank tellers were only allowed ten minutes off twice a day and so each break was something really to be savored and Mary always looked forward to hers. She headed for the employees lounge, grabbed a cup of hot coffee and sat down at the table to browse the morning paper.
Mary was surprised when Doris Lamp sat down next to her at the table. Doris, as Mary's supervisor, had always seemed a little cold and aloof, though less so, Mary noticed, with the female employees as opposed to the men. Mary had always been intimidated by Doris-around the bank she seemed so assertive, so in charge, and very much in control of the situation.
"I'm glad to see you back at work, Mary," said Doris, in an uncommonly friendly tone. "We all missed you here, and I think I'm speaking for everyone when I say that."
"Why, uh, thank you." replied Mary, somewhat unsure of the situation.
"We hope that you weren't too ill?" asked Doris.
"No, no. It wasn't really anything serious at all. Just one of the bugs that's been going around, I guess." Mary wasn't about to tell Doris, or anyone else, the real reason for her absence. At just the thought of what had happened to her, Mary felt the blood rising in her cheeks-her shame giving her away.
Doris noticed Mary's blush-it was really pretty hard to ignore. But Doris simply thought it was the embarrassment of having, perhaps, told a lie. That maybe Mary hadn't been sick, that she'd simply taken a few days off work. Doris hoped that it hadn't been to spend time with some man.
"Well, will you look at that!" exclaimed Doris, pointing to the morning's headline. The front-page story was the ERA defeated by the Utah state legislature.
"How could they do that!" complained Doris. "It's just incredible, just incredible."
Mary didn't quite know how to respond. The whole idea about the ERA confused her. Someone told her that if it passed both men and woman would be required to use the same bathroom. Mary was quite sure that she wasn't for that. But, on the other hand Mary felt that it was unfair for a man to earn more than a woman if they both did the same job. She didn't really like to think about it much.
Doris looked over at her. "Mary, you know I've been working with a group lately that is trying to see that this thing gets passed. I think it's tremendously important for women everywhere to support this. I think it's pretty obvious by now that unless our rights are protected by law, this male dominated society isn't going to give us one thing. One little thing! You know how long I've been working at this bank? Too long. And I've seen men come in here, work for a couple of years and then get promoted right over my head. It's just not fair.. . . "
"Well, I think you're right, there." answered Mary. "Sometimes, though, I don't really understand what all these "feminists" are talking about. I may be wrong, but it sure looks like a lot of them are simply trying to become men."
Doris finished her cup of coffee. "You know, Mary, I used to think the same things. And then I learned a little more about it. And I met some of the people who are working for it-some really nice women. I think you'd like them too. We're having a meeting tonight-would you like to come?"
Mary was flattered that a woman like Doris Lamp would ask her to a political meeting and the thought of spending an evening with a group of women instead of a man held a very strong attraction for her after her recent experiences.
"I think that'd be really interesting," said Mary."
"Yes, I'll go with you tonight. "Mary looked at the clock. "Oopps! I'm late. You know how the bank frowns on long breaks! I'll talk to you when I get off work."
Doris lit a cigarette as she watched Mary run out the door. She watched her buttocks move in a manner she never would have just a few weeks before. She thought of Mary like a spider thinks about a fly. She would be patient. She would wait and watch and then when the time was right, she would make her move. She would pounce, wrap her up, and then eat her at her leisure. And from the way it looked, it'd be very, very delicious.
When Mary returned to her window, there was a small note enclosed in an official bank envelope. She opened it and was surprised to find a note from the bank president, Mr. Rocklin inside. The note read, "Miss Jenkins, please report for a meeting at the President's office at 1:00 p.m. this afternoon." And that's all it said.
Her first day back at work and already old Mr. Rocklin was after her. She crumpled up the note in anger and threw it away. How dare he! She thought about immediately going to Doris and informing her about just what had happened before in Mr. Rocklin's office and about the note she had just received. But she was unsure what Doris' reaction would be. And Mary was the type who, if she could avoid trouble, would. She certainly didn't want to start anything that might result in losing her job. She couldn't afford that at any cost. Or almost any cost, she thought wryly.
She then realized that at 1:00 p.m. she would be in Mr. Rocklin's office. Maybe he really needed to see her about bank business. But she was pretty sure that he didn't. She was also pretty sure that she'd have no problem eluding his grasp again. She was younger and a whole lot faster. And if being chased around a desk is what it took to keep her job, Mary thought, then she would have to be chased around the desk. But that was all that would happen. She would sooner starve than trade her body for anything. Maybe, she mused, if the ERA passed, woman would not be subjected to this kind of thing anymore. The more she thought about old Mr. Rocklin the more curious she became about the ERA meeting she was going to go to that night. Mary was going to have a few things to talk to the girls about.
Mary's thoughts were interrupted by the unwanted presence of Mr. Clifford Freeman. Mary turned and gave him a glance that would freeze molten lava.
"It's good to have you back," smiled Clifford.
Mary was coldly polite. "Thank you, Mr. Freeman.
It's good to be back. Now may I continue with my work?"
"Uh, sure, Mary. It's just that I'd like to talk with you. Do you think we could get together for a drink after work?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Freeman, but I have plans."
"Well, what about tomorrow, then?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Freeman, but I have plans."
Clifford's feelings were rapidly sinking. It was beginning to look like he was never going to get the chance to slip her the triple dose of ginseng. Looking at her luscious body, it was a very disturbing thought. He'd give it one more try.
"Well," he said, "are you booked up all weekend?"
Mary turned with a small, thin smile. "As far as you're concerned, Mr. Freeman, I am busy and will be busy for a long, long, time. Say about a hundred years?"
"I, uh, think I get the message."
"Do you?"
"I take it that you don't want to go out with me?"
'That, Mr. Freeman, is what some people might term to be an understatement. You're correct, there. No, I don't want to go out with you. Now or any time in the future."
"All I really want is a chance to explain what happened the other night."
"I don't think any explanations are necessary. It's all rather obvious what happened. I think it boils down to the fact that you are not a gentleman. You are someone who would take advantage of a girl who had too much to drink. And I'd just as soon not talk about it any more. I find the whole subject humiliating and I'd just as soon not talk to you anymore. Ever." And with that Mary turned her back on a stunned and crestfallen Clifford Freeman.
His disappointment, however, soon turned to anger. He wasn't used to women talking to him like that or treating him in that manner. Most of the tellers in the bank would love to go out with him, they'd jump at the chance. And they wouldn't give him any shit about going to bed with him, either. He'd make Miss Mary Jenkins pay for this, he vowed. He didn't know when or how, but someday she would be very sorry that she spurned Clifford Freeman. She would be very sorry, indeed.
In another, very different part of the city, Rufus Washington and Lupe Chingamucho were nervously getting ready for their bank robbery.
They had it all planned out and it was going to be very simple. They were going to use Lupe's '64 Chevy Impala. They figured it would be the ideal get-a-way car since there were so many of them around. It didn't dawn on them that although in the Mexican barrio a '64 blue metal-flaked Chevy Impala with hydraulic shocks, white tuck-n-roll interior and three TV antennas was a pretty common sight, in the neighborhood of the First Founder's Bank of San Francisco, that car would stand out like Dolly Parton at an ERA rally.
But these were details not to be worried about. They would pull the car up in front of the bank, hop out, leaving the engine running, and walk in the bank. They both had guns: Rufus a sawed-off shotgun he stole from his father's house and Lupe a Colt .45 automatic pistol that his brother had gotten a few years back as a Christmas present before he was sent to prison.
Once in the bank, they'd point the guns around, tell everyone to hit the floor, and then quickly scoop all the money into some flour sacks that Lupe had got, walked out the door, hop in the Chevy and speed off to some good times.
As Rufus had explained to Lupe many, many times: A simple plan works best. It's when you start complicating the whole thing up with a lot of thinking that you get in trouble. Nothing imagine, just walk in, get the money, and walk out. Rufus had seen this plan in more than one TV show and had noted that when the robbers kept the plan simple, they almost never got caught.
They checked their guns to make sure they were loaded, grabbed the flour sacks and drove off towards the unsuspecting First Founder's Bank of San Francisco.
On the way, Rufus noticed that Lupe was quieter than usual. He had his usual blue-bandanna wrapped around his forehead, was chewing on his usual toothpick, but seemed really uptight.
"Was the matter witch you, man?" asked Rufus.
"You ain't getting uptight on me now, is you?"
Lupe slowly turned to look at Rufus. "No man," he slurred, "I'm cool, I'm cool.. . . " Lupe's eyes were glazed over and he seemed even more relaxed than usual.
"Now, just what the fuck kind a shit if this?" asked Rufus. "You all fucked up. We goin' pull us a job and you gone and took those reds again. Shit, fool, you be lucky to get in the bank, let alone get yore dumb ass out a it. I should've known better than to get involved with a beaner. You people all alike. You slow to begin wid, a bunch o'lazy motherfuckers if n ever dere was one. And then you compound de problem by eaten downers like a baby drink milk. Shit.. . . "
Lupe slowly raised the Colt .45 and pointed it right at Rufus' head. "What is that you saying, hombre negro:
Rufus immediately popped out in a sweat on his forehead. He knew Lupe was crazy and had seen him do a lot of crazy shit before.
"Uh, uh . . . uh, you know, Lupe, my man, I's just talkin' some shit, just tellin' a few jokes. You my bro', right? I mean we's partners, ain't we. You an me man. Rufus and Lupe. The 'ol dynamic duo, ha, ha.. . . "
"Ha, ha ha . . . que broma," mumbled Lupe, lowering the gun. Rufus concentrated on thinking ahead greatly relieved to see Lupe put the gun down-remembering that it was exactly those crazy, violent qualities that made him consider Lupe for this bank job in the first place.
Rufus wanted to tell Lupe to be extra careful with his driving-but though better of it. Lupe thought he was the Mario Andretti of the barrio, and considered it out and out police harassment getting a ticket for something as minor as doing 65 in a school zone in a car, that cleared the pavement by all of three inches. And for some reason it seemed like he was always getting pulled over. The police just had it in for Mexicans, he figured.
Rufus just hoped they didn't get pulled over on the way to the bank. He imagined it wouldn't be a very cool scene explaining what they were doing with a sawed-off shot gun and a .45 on the floor. He'd be seeing more of his relatives than he planned.
As they neared the bank Rufus became more and more nervous. Something told him that he may be making a big mistake. He remembered the fact that nothing he and Lupe had ever done before had ever turned out quite right. Like the time they tried to steal a car but the owner came out with a gun. He robbed them instead.
Well, they were in it now, for better or for worse. What ever was going to happen, was going to happen. Think positive, he thought. Everything would be okay and they'd be riding in a Caddy Eldorado right down easy street.
The time had come. They turned onto the street where the bank was. All that remained now was to pull up in front. Rufus was shocked to discover that there weren't any parking places. Nothing at all.
Lupe started getting jumpy. "What we going to do now man? How we gonna rob the banco if we can not park the Chevy. How we going to get away if we don't got the get away car. Tell me that?"
Rufus tried to remain calm. "Shit, man. Don't you worry 'bout it, baby. We got the whole thing under control. No problem at all. Here's what we goin' do. See these people out in front be leaving pretty soon, I suspect. What we do is this: I gets out of the car and you drives round the block. As soon as somebody leaves I'll just hold the space until you come around and then that way everything be cool and then we go in do the job and then get our ass out of here. With all that nice green money, honey."
That sounded like a pretty good idea to Lupe, so he let Rufus out and started driving around the block. And around the block. Rufus, standing on the sidewalk in front of the bank couldn't believe their bad luck. He thought about calling the whole thing off. It seemed like everything in the world was going against them.
Just then a car pulled out from its space right in front of the bank. Rufus immediately assumed that this was a sign from God to proceed with the robbery as they'd planned. Lupe was just driving up and he waved him into the now vacant parking space.
Rufus leaned in the window and said, "OK, baby, let's get it on."
They grabbed their guns and ran into the bank. The place was packed with people standing in long lines. It'd take forever to get up to the teller's windows.
Rufus was wondering just what approach to take when Lupe quickly solved the problem for him.
Lupe raised his pistol over his head and fired a single ear-shattering shot. "Okay, hombres, hit the dirt!" he shouted. Lupe acted as if he were in the middle of an old western movie.
No one in the bank had to be told twice. They all immediately dropped to the floor. Some of the female customers started crying, surely believing that the end was at hand. Most of the men cringed in total fear, hands on their heads as if that might protect them.
Mary Jenkins was among the first to hit the floor. One of her greatest fears had always been to be involved in a bank robbery. The thought totally terrified her. That, coupled with her intense fear of firearms and her instinctive dislike for blacks and Mexicans made the situation at the bank very stressful. She crouched in terror behind the counter fervently reciting "Hail Marys" and "Our Father's" as fast as she could say them. All she wanted was her life. As far as she was concerned the robbers could take every single penny that was in the bank and it wouldn't make any difference to her. She just prayed that they would get their money and then get out. And that no one would be hurt in the process. This is why although Mary was only inches away from the silent alarm button on the floor, she didn't press it. And wouldn't press it. The last thing in the world Mary wanted was to have the police come tearing in with guns blazing.
Doris Lamp was crouched on the floor, too. And so was Clifford Freeman and also old Mr. Rocklin, who had the misfortune to be out of his office and in the bank when Rufus and Lupe struck.
Doris, crouched under the teller's counter, one window down from Mary, was pissed off. She didn't like the idea of two men entering her territory, her little fiefdom, and terrorizing it. And she especially didn't like the idea of them taking all the money. She was the head teller and that money was her responsibility. As she became more angered with the thought of what they were doing, her hand reached out to the floor button and pressed it hard. But it didn't really matter. The second the gun had gone off, old Mr. Rocklin had pressed the nearest silent alarm and the police were on their way. He was an old man and he didn't really give a shit if bullets were flying left and right. He'd be goddamned if someone was going to rob his bank and he not do something to help catch the bastards.
As the sound of Lupe's gunshot and the echoes that bounced off the marble floors and walls died down, Rufus surveyed the scene with satisfaction. Every one of these white folk had done just what they commanded. They were all lying flat down, covering up their heads and acting scared; no one was giving them any trouble-why, the bank didn't even have a security guard. In just a matter of minutes, he thought, he and Lupe would be riding down easy street on their way to the Cadillac dealer.
Lupe wasted no time and immediately hopped over the teller's counter and started scooping the money into his flour sack. Rufus, after glancing at the front door to see that no one was coming in, did the same.
Rufus' eyes bugged out when he saw all the cash in those teller's coxes. All so green and crisp and clean and so much of it, too! He didn't plan on leaving any of it behind, either. He was piling stacks of tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds into his flour sack with undisguised pleasure. This was just like in the movies! And all these people, lying down on the floor, cringed like a goddamn dog at the sight of Rufus Washington and his gun. It was too much!
Lupe shouted out across to Rufus, "Hey, man, what you say about all these coins and shit here. We take 'em or leave 'em?"
"Leave them motherfuckers!" shouted back Rufus. "That shit be too heavy to be dragging about. Aside from that, who the the fuck need change? We gonna be handin' out hundred dollar bills for tip money. You all jes make like speedy gonzalez and grab all the green you can and let's get the fuck out of here."
Rufus was reaching for the last pile of bills when the first police car pulled up in front. The cops didn't exactly sneak up on the whole scene. They came up with the red lights flashing and the siren screaming.
Lupe freaked. He had no idea what to do. The only thing he was sure of was that the cops had arrived and a whole lot more coming. There would be more cops than there are flies in Mexico.
"Rufus, Rufus! The police are here! Madre del Dios! What are we gonna do!"
Rufus had no idea what they were going to do. But a sudden truth came to him like a bolt of lightening from the sky. Rufus knew deep down in his ghetto heart that he didn't want to get in a shoot-out with the police. Especially since his shot-gun held only one shell. And was sure he didn't want to die. It was a bad dream and Rufus wished that he would wake up from it. All he wanted was to be sitting back on the street corner, sipping a brew and watching the chicks go by.
But Rufus had no time for these thoughts. More police were arriving by the second, and even though they had not burst through the door, they would be doing so at any second. Rufus had to do something and he had to do it quick. There was no place to run to and no place to hide.
He needed some time. He needed some time to think, to figure things out, to decide what the best course of action might be. All he needed was some time before the police started shooting.. . .
It was then that Rufus saw the big steel door of the bank vault, standing open. The police wouldn't be able to shoot through that. No way. And it would give them some time to figure out what they were going to do. But he had to move quick and he had to have something to bargain with, some position of strength to deal with the police. He remembered a movie he saw once that had bank robbers in it. He remembered how they got out of their jam-they took hostages! And the police let them go in exchange for the hostages!
"LUPE!" Rufus shouted. "Grab those people and herd 'em into the vault! We be safe there!"
Lupe scared shitless at the number of police arriving in front of the bank didn't even want to think about arguing. The thick walls of the bank vault looked pretty good to him. He pointed his gun at the huddled figures under the teller's counter.
"OK, VAMANOS!! Les go-you and you and you and you!"
Rufus joined Lupe in the vault with a few other hostages. And then swung the door shut, locking it tight from the inside.
The hostages, wide-eyes with terror, looked around at each other. There were four of them. Mary Jenkins, Doris Lamp. Old Mr. Rocklin and Clifford Freeman.
Mary couldn't believe what was happening to her. This on her first day back to work. She just couldn't believe it.
Mary glanced at her captors and what she saw gave her very little comfort. Rufus and Lupe looked more terrified than the hostages, they were pacing nervously, fidgeting with their guns, arguing and swearing at each other.
"Goddamn it, man! You fucking negrito, you got us into this malo mess! Chinga su madre, puto!" cursed Lupe.
"FUCK YOU! WETBACK BEANER! You didn't haf to come along, man. You wanted to do this just as much as I did, fool. Shit, it ain't over yet," he said and then, glancing at the hostages, "we still got a few hands to play 'fo this card game be over."
Lupe calmed a bit. "Eeets so quiet in here, ese. How we going to bargain with the puercos outside?"
"I don't know, man." Rufus replied. He pointed his gun at Clifford, "Say, man, where the telephone in this place?"
There isn't a phone." Clifford replied sullenly.
"AINT NO PHONE! In the TV show I saw, man, there was a telephone for the people inside to talk to the people outside. Can they come get us?"
"No," replied Clifford. "This vault is on a time lock. Nobody in the world can open it from the outside, or the inside. At least for another eight hours. If they tried to break in, they'd need high explosives, which would certainly kill every one of us in here, I'm afraid we're going to have to be here for another eight hours until that door swings open, and we see about two hundred cops sitting outside with their guns pointed at us."
'They ain't no way we can talk to them or they can talk to us."
"I'm afraid not." answered Clifford.
Mary's heart sunk in her breast. Eight hours with these animals! She didn't particularly care for the company of Clifford Freeman, either. Or Old Mr. Rocklin.
Though she was a little worried about him. She wondered if a man of his years would be able to survive an ordeal like this. What would they do if he had a heart attack or something. What could they do? Nothing, Mary thought, nothing at all.
At that moment, Doris, seated next to Mary, reached over and squeezed her hand. Mary looked at her and squeezed back.
They were in this together. If they were to get out of it alive, they would have to keep cool and keep their wits about them.
Mary glanced over at the other hostages and all of her other feelings vanished. Clifford looked so small and miserable, huddled up against the safe-deposit box that she forgot the terrible things he'd done to her. At least she'd forget them for now. And old Mr. Rocklin had never really done anything to her, and now for this to happen to him!
And Doris! She hadn't ever really gotten to know Doris well, but from their conversations earlier in the day she thought they were on the way to becoming good friends.
They were in this together, and if they came out of it, Mary hoped they would all come out of it together. She felt a bond growing between them this shared experience would forever bring them closer together. At this point, Mary had no idea how much closer that would actually be.
Rufus pointed his gun at there four hostages. "All right, I wanna keep a close eye on all a you, so you don't get it into your fool head to try anything stupid. Y'all get together and sit on the same side of the vault over there." Clifford and Mr. Rocklin moved over to join Mary and Doris. They all sat together in one straight line. Clifford and Mr. Rocklin with their legs akimbo and Doris and Mary vainly trying to sit in their dresses as modestly as possible. Rufus and Lupe sat down on the other side of the vault facing them.
"Sheeeiitt!! ! " muttered Rufus. "We really done it this time, ain't we?" Lupe didn't answer, but just looked sullenly between his legs down at the floor." And we gotta lotta time to think 'bout just how stupid we is." Rufus looked over at the hostages. "I bet you think we pretty damn stupid, don't you?" No one said a thing. Jess a dumb ass nigger and Mexican. Well, if you be thinkin that, you right. In 'bout seven hours, I guess,that door goin' swing wide open and the police are goin' kill us which is most likely, or they goin' take us way to prison where we ain't never goin' see the light of day for a long, long time."
"You a sorry bunch of prisoners." continued Rufus. "Look at you. We got an old man who probably can't even shit no more. We got some chicken shit mother-fucker wearing a white shirt and a tie who probably wouldn't know what a man is if one walked up and hit him in the face. And we gotta couple of chicks. Now you bitches ain't too bad, now that I get a good look at you. Shit, no. In fact, you're mighty fine, mighty fine bitches.. . "At this point, Lupe looked up and began to show a little interest in the conversation.
Rufus spoke to Mary. "Say, pretty lady, we gonna be in here for a long time, so we's might as well be on speakin' terms. What's your name?"
Mary blushed, not really knowing why, when he spoke to her. "My names Mary." she answered.
"Mary. Is that like the virgin Mary? Ha Ha, ha. Yeah! I like that beautiful blonde Mary. You a fine lookin' bitch, you know that?" Mary blushed again and said nothing. "I said, YOU A FINE LOOKIN BITCH." repeated Rufus, getting a little angry. . . .
Mary was terribly embarrassed. All she could respond with was a meager, 'Thank you," with downcast eyes.
Rufus turned to Lupe. "You know, I think the bitch be all right. A little shy, maybe, but I kinda like that in a chick. And what 'bout you?" asked Rufus turning his attention to Doris.
"What about me?" answered Doris. Doris was not used to taking shit from anyone, anytime, and even now couldn't help from giving a smart answer.
Rufus just laughed. "Lupe, the woman got spirit. I like that in a bitch. And, though not quite a spring chicken you still not bad lookin'. Looks like you got a body that won't quit, either. I hope you ain't been wasting it on suckers like these." he said, glancing over at old Mr. Rocklin and Clifford.
Doris said nothing, just stared angrily ahead. She didn't like men talking to her like that. Didn't like it one bit. But then, they were both holding guns and she had them sized up as being vicious criminals. They were capable of anything and, thinking of Mary's safety, it would be best to put up with a few vulgar insults than to do anything that might anger them.
Rufus sat sullenly for a few minutes, not saying a word. He was obviously deep in thought. Lupe sat silently too, just playing with the safety on his gun.
It was stone silent in the vault, the neon light overhead giving off the only noise, a very slight buzz. Mary had never really spent much time in the vault before and had never really looked closely at it. But now she wanted to keep her mind busy and not to think about the situation she was in. It was too frightening. She looked up and down the huge bronze wall of safety deposit boxes and tried to imagine the valuables that might be hidden in each one. The jewels, the gold, the stocks and the wealth sitting in those little boxes.
Finally, Rufus began to speak. He was talking to Lupe, but didn't seem to care who else heard. "You know, man, what it's goin' to be like in that prison. There just goin' to be men and faggots, that's it. No fine ladies like Mary, sittin' over there. No fine ladies, no more. There gonna be a drought of pussy like you never would of believed in all your born days. There just won't be none. No pussy at all. Maybe I oughta just kill myself right here and now. Naw, don't wanna do that. Just don't want to go to prison and not have any pussy."
All of a sudden Rufus' eyes lit up, something very interesting had occurred to him.
"Say, Lupe, we gots to look on the bright side, man. Now the future don't look good, that's for sure. But we got seven hours of freedom, with seven hours of good times and I think we ought to have us some, what you say, baby?"
Lupe smiled for the first time since he entered the vault. "Si, man, si. We don't got nothing to lose, do we?"
He looked directly at Mary as he spoke.
Rufus laughed and then said to the hostages, "Any of you folk object if we have a little party to celebrate our last few hours of freedom?" No one said a thing, though Mary's heart began to beat faster. She had no idea just what that black and Mexican meant by having a party, but she was afraid that they didn't plan on just having a party by themselves.
Rufus pulled a small plastic baggy out of his shirt-pocket. Inside was a green vegetable matter that he began to roll into small, funny looking cigarettes.
"You all like a little toke, to get this party underway? What say, old man," he said to Mr. Rocklin, "you like a little Mary Jane, bro? You like to smoke a little pot, Dad?"
Old Mr. Rocklin just sat staring straight ahead, without making an answer. Rufus began to anger. "I'm talking to you, mother-fucker. And when I talk to you-then you listen and then you answer me. 'Cause if you don't, I'd just as soon shoot your ass as not. But, believe me, old man, I won't just shoot you, I'll beat your ass but good before I do. You dig? Now, you pasty little shit head, I asked you if you like to smoke a joint with me?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," said old Mr. Rocklin evenly, "but I believe smoking marijuana is very much against the law."
Rufus thought that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "You think," he laughed, "after holding up this fucking bank and taking all you white folk hostage I'm going be worried 'bout smokin' a joint. Shit, you a crazy mother-fucker for sure."
Rufus puffed deeply on the marijuana cigarette and then handed it to Lupe, who did the same. Rufus then offered it to the other hostages, no one wanted any.
Rufus laughed, "You white folk are crazy. This is some good shit we smokin'. But if you don't want to get high, that's cool." Then he dropped his friendly tone and said coldly, "But I tell you true, you gonna like the next few hours in this mother-fucking vault a lot more if you high."
Rufus and Lupe finished the first jay and then lit another. The air was thick with marijuana smoke. Mary couldn't help but breath some of it in, just by being in the same space, and she felt a little light-headed.
"Mary-that is your name isn't it?" asked Rufus with a sly smile. Mary nodded her head yes.
"Why don't you stand up so's we can have a look at you."
The tone of his voice was hard and cold, and Mary began to feel a little sick to her stomach when it occurred to her that it was the same tone of voice used by the rapist in the park.
"Uh, why do you want me to stand up?" Mary asked in a trembling voice.
"Because I wants to see if you look as fine standing up as you do sitting down. So stand your ass up and stand it up now! Or I'm gonna blow it off!" Rufus raised the sawed off shotgun and pointed it directly at Mary. Mary felt a shiver of fear as she looked straight down the barrel of the viscous looking gun. She stood up.
Lupe's eyes opened wide with pleasure. "She's a good looking puta, man!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, the bitch be alright!" countered Rufus.
Mary felt like a cow at the auction block. Like a piece of meat that two buyers were discussing. As they talked about her breasts, her legs, the smoothness of her skin, she blushed a deep red. It was bad enough having to stand in front of these robbers like that, but it was far worse to have to do it in front of her fellow workers. They had her turned around and commented favorably on the shape of her ass.
"Excuse me," interrupted Clifford, "but I feel you should put a stop to this immediately. You are in enough trouble as it is and if you treat us decently, I promise you we'll speak in your favor at the trial."
Rufus got up, staring angrily at Clifford. "So, you gonna speak at my trial, you stupid mother-fucker. Black people don't get trials!! You could talk until your white face turn red and it wouldn't do any good. The moment those honky pigs get us in jail, they gonna keep us there for a long, long, time. So, it don't matter what the fuck we do here. . . " Rufus gave Clifford a vicious kick in the side. Clifford gasped and rolled over in pain. Rufus kicked him again and then spat in his face.
"You like that, honky? That your idea of fun? Well, you keep talking when you aint supposed to, you keep giving me shit, you say anything I don't like and you goin' get some more of the same treatment, only a whole lot worse. You understand me, honky?"
When Clifford didn't answer, Rufus kicked him again. "I'm talking to you! You understand me?"
"Yes," Clifford answered through clenched teeth.
'That good," smiled Rufus.
"You understand me?" he asked old Mr. Rocklin.
"Yes," he answered.
"And you two understand me?" he asked Doris and Mary.
They both nodded their heads.
Rufus sat back down on the floor, cradling the shotgun between his legs. Mary was still standing, feeling very uncomfortable.
"You shore are a mighty fine foxy lady," he said to Mary. "But, you know sometimes it's hard to tell. Why don't you unbutton that blouse so we can see a little more?"
Mary bit her lower lip. Why were these things happening to her? What had she done to anyone to deserve this? She didn't want to do it.. . she wasn't going to repeat what had happened in the park. She didn't care if they beat her, she didn't care if they shot her . . . maybe it'd be better to be dead.
"You can go ahead and shoot me, mister, but I'm not going to take off my clothes," said Mary bravely.
"You ain't, is you?" spat back Rufus. "Well, I ain't goin' shoot you if you don't do as I say. I'm going to shoot her!" He raised the shot-gun and aimed it straight at Doris' face. He cocked the hammer with a loud click that seemed to echo throughout the silent vault.
"Oh, GOD!! ! " gasped Doris. "Please, please, don't shoot me, DON'T SHOOT ME!! ! I don't want to die, oh God, I don't want to die, Mary, O Mary, please don't let him shoot me, please!" Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded with both Rufus and Mary.
"It's all up to you, bitch," he said to Mary. Mary looked down at Doris' beseeching face and knew that she couldn't let her get shot. She choked back her own tears, not wanting to give her captors even that small satisfaction. Well, she thought, it couldn't be any worse than in the park. Her hands slowly went to the top button of her blouse and began to unbutton it. Mary felt as if she were in a trance, a dream. Her hands trembled as they slid down the silky material from one button to another, revealing the smooth creamy whiteness of her skin underneath and the lacy delicacy of her brassiere.
"Yeah, that it, baby, looks pretty good!" encouraged Rufus. Lupe's eyes were wide open, he'd never seen a woman so beautiful and so helpless.
Damn them, thought Mary, damn them! She was in their power and knew there was nothing she could do-not unless she could stand seeing Doris Lamp blown into tiny pieces right in front of her. She resigned herself to whatever would happen and fervently prayed that their game would stop with unbuttoning her blouse.
But Mary had no such luck. "Now take off that blouse, baby," commanded Rufus. "But slip it off real slow, I want to see it slide off those sweet shoulders of yours. Oh, yeah . . . that looks real nice, you a sexy baby, you know that? Real fine. Now, reach behind and just unhook yo' bra so we can see them fine white tits."
Mary was past questioning his commands. Anything could set him off and there was no telling what he would do if he were angered. She would obey his orders-no matter how much she hated doing what she was doing, no matter how humiliating it was-she would have to do it. But not for herself, she thought. If it were up to her she'd just as soon be shot and have her miserable life ended-death would be preferable to this kind a humiliation. Death would be preferable, she thought with a convulsive shudder which racked her body, yes, death would be preferable to the thought of having sex with that ugly black man and the sleazy looking Mexican.
Mary shrugged her brassiere from off her shoulders and her firm, round snow white breasts tumbled out with a proud jiggle. She was dismayed to see her nipples firmly erect, hoping that no one would mistake their erection for sexual excitement instead of the nervousness and fear which was the real cause.
"GAWD DAMN!! ! exclaimed Rufus.
"Madre del Dios!! " muttered Lupe.
Mary stood in the center of the vault with downcast eyes as both Lupe and Rufus discussed the finer points of her breasts. Old Mr. Rocklin stared with his mouth wide open. It'd been forty years since he seen breasts that were even half that fine. Clifford, who just a week before had held those very breasts in his hands, saw them once again and cursed his luck at having the ginseng wear off so soon. And Doris, trying not to stare, couldn't help but glance hungrily at Mary's firm alabaster orbs. The three hostages' fears about their situation were rapidly fading as other, more overwhelming emotions took their place.
"Alright, baby, you doing fine, you doing real good," encouraged Rufus. "You just continue being a good girl and doin' what you told and I'll see to it that nobody gets hurt. Now why don't you step out of that skirt?"
Mary reached behind and undid the snap and then pulled down the zipper of her cotton skirt. It fell to the floor into a crumpled heap, which she stepped out of. Mary was now wearing only a pair of white silk panties and a sheer nylon panty hose. Mary new what the next command was. She didn't need to hear it, and didn't want to hear it. So, without being told she hooked her thumbs into the top of the pantyhose and began to slide them down. She stepped out of the right leg first and then the left. She kicked them to the side and then defiantly stared at Rufus as if to say, "alright, nigger, you want to see some white pussy, well then, get an eyeful!"
Still staring daggers at Rufus, Mary began to pull her panties off. She stretched them over the fullness of her young hips, sliding them down, revealing the fleecy blonde curls of her pubic vee. Everybody in the room was transfixed, staring at Mary, watching her strip off her clothes, stripped of her dignity under gunpoint.
At last, Mary was completely naked. Standing with her arms to her side in the center of a circle of hungry eyes. She stood straight and tall, trying to salvage what little pride she had left. She could feel their eyes devour her, she could sense the thoughts they were thinking. She saw Rufus' nostrils flare open and shut again and again like some animal in heat. She saw Lupe's eyes bug out with lust. But what really bothered her was sensing that Clifford and old Mr. Rocklin were looking at her in the same manner. What was the matter with them? Had they no sense of decency? No shame?
Try as she could, Mary couldn't stop the single tear that escaped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her smooth cheek. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying with bitterness. She was sure that their little game wouldn't stop with her simply taking off her clothes. That would be too busy. No, from the looks on Rufus' and Lupe's faces she knew she was in for much worse. The thought was too horrible. Why, why, she wailed to herself, why hadn't she let some nice boy have sex with her before? Why must she lose her virginity to a black and a Mexican in a bank vault while other people are watching? Why, oh why?
Rufus could hardly wait. "Goddamn, goddamn, what a fine bitch! What a fine, strutting bitch! Oh, yeah!! Gonna feel so fine, gonna be worth all that time in prison!" He handed his shotgun to Lupe and stood up, walking over to Mary. He cupped one of her breasts in each hand, drawing little circles around her pink nipples with his chocolate colored thumbs. Mary closed her eyes. She didn't want to look at him, didn't want to see this drooling black baboon defiling her body.
Rufus leaned down and took one of her breasts in his mouth and began sucking. Deep moans escaped from his throat while one hand sneaked around to knead her firm white buttocks.
"Lie down, baby, lie down." he whispered hoarsely.
Mary did as she was instructed. But she really wanted to fight back, claw at his eyes, tear at his tear-make him feel some pain too. But she didn't dare-not unless she wanted to be responsible for the deaths of three innocent people.
She lay on her back on the cool marble floor of the bank vault. Rufus savagely pulled her legs apart and then simply stared down at her curly blonde hair covered pussy. He seemed fascinated by it. He could wait no longer and lowered his head down between her legs, inhaling her sweet love odor as he got closer.
"Oh, man, smell so good, smell sooooo sweet!! I know its gonna taste so good." Rufus thick, pink tongue darted out and he began to lick her long, pussy crack, moaning, grunting, and making all kinds of animal noises.
Mary tried to concentrate on her hatred. She planned to lie there like a piece of dead meat and let him do whatever vile things he wanted. She opened her eyes to see his head between her upraised knees. She was disgusted to see old Mr. Rocklin and Clifford staring lustfully at the whole scene. They could, at least, have the decency to look away She was also surprised to see Doris watching. Why didn't this revolt Doris as much as it did her? How could Doris watch such a thing?
Try as she may, Mary had a difficult time focusing her thoughts on her hatred for Rufus. His tongue was moving quickly, up and down, in and out her tight cuntal orifice, and then up and around her clitoris. Her body began to betray her, surges of pleasure began shooting upwards from her pelvis. No! She would not respond to this animal's lickings. To this black man's lickings. But the sensations were coming faster and more intensely. Mary felt a small moan escape her lips and bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. She wanted to feel pain. She wanted painful sensations to block out everything else she was feeling.
But his tongue was too good. Like a snake it explored every hidden corner, every hot recess. It pushed aside her pink labial lips, spreading them wide so his tongue could explore the sweet depths of her cuntal canals.
Mary couldn't help but gasp with pleasure as his slippery tongue penetrated, filling her tight cuntal canal. She was shocked to find her hips rising involuntarily to meet his probing tongue. But she had no control, she was biting her cheek so hard that it was bleeding, but the hot waves of pleasure steaming up from her pussy were too much.
Rufus pulled his head up, his lips drooling with saliva and pussy juice. "Goddamn!" he said to the transfixed Lupe. 'This bitch is sooo tight and sooo sweet. I'm going to have to loosen her up a bit."
Rufus sadistically stuck a finger into Mary's tight pussy and began moving it in ever-widening circles. Every time he probed a little deeper Mary would grunt and Rufus would laugh cruelly. Rufus' finger ran up against a surprising obstruction.
"Lupe, I can't believe this shit-the bitch be a virgin!" said Rufus.
Mary wanted to die for shame and embarrassment. He was talking about her as if she were a piece of meat, like she was some animal being examined. All she wanted was for him to do whatever he was going to do and then leave her alone. Please, she thought, just go ahead and do it, get it over with. Take my virginity, pop my cherry . . . but don't make me suffer any longer, don't humiliate me in front of my co-workers . . . just do what you're going to do and then let me alone to nurse my wounds. . . .
But Rufus had other plans. He walked over to Lupe, leaving Mary with her legs spread for everyone to see her dripping pussy and picked up the shot-gun. He pointed it at Clifford's head.
"Honky," he said, "this is your lucky day. I ain't much for virgin pussy, so I want it broken in a bit fo' I go for my ride. So get to it."
Clifford was dumbfounded. From watching Rufus lick Mary's pussy he already had a stiff prick and swollen balls, but fucking Mary Jenkins at gun-point wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
"I ain't gonna tell you again-get on that pussy or I'm gonna shoot your little white cock off!" said Rufus.
Clifford didn't need any more encouragement. So! He was finally going to fuck Mary. Shit, big deal, if any one watched, he was being forced to do it, right? Who could blame him. . . .
Clifford stood in front of Mary, looking down on her helpless form. Mary had, for feeble modesty's sake, moved her legs together. Clifford's eyes feasted on her naked beauty-everything about her was perfection. Her beautiful blonde hair, her deep blue eyes and her skin! So creamy, so smooth, and so young. His eyes ranged down the soft curve of her neck where the blonde hair rested in bouncy curls inviting in their sensuality.
Mary looked up at him with a sad, defeated look in her eyes. But better Clifford pop her cherry than that black or Mexican, she thought.
Clifford wasted no time. He dropped his pants-Mary turned her eyes away as soon as she saw his meaty erection. It was even bigger than the monster that had raped her so unmercifully in the park. She shuddered as she thought of the tightness of her cuntal canal-the tightness that was soon to be rended by
Clifford's massive pole. The last image of his cock that remained her mind after she turned her eyes away was of a thick, blue veined rod topped with an ugly swollen purple head. At the end of his cock head glistened a solitary drop of semen. With shock Mary realized that Clifford was already turned on, that he'd been watching and enjoying the big black Rufus humiliate her.
Clifford lowered himself between Mary's legs and as he got closer Mary whispered, "Please, please, Clifford. Be gentle with me. Be gentle. . . . "
Clifford wanted to prolong it just a bit, but he hungrily fell to licking and sucking Mary's breasts. Mary wrapped her arms around his head and tried to shut everyone else in the room out of her thoughts. Tried to shut out the fact that the black and the Mexican were watching and that Doris Lamp was watching and that even old Mr. Rocklin was watching. All she wanted was to pretend that she was alone with Clifford and that he felt something for her, just little affection, just a little caring. . . .
Clifford was already lost in his own world, however. The moment his mouth wrapped around her hard, pink nipple and the moment his other hand cupped her other soft breast, he forgot about everyone else in the room. All he could think of was Mary, beautiful Mary and that beautiful pussy he was about to cram his eight inches into.
Clifford reached down and ran his hand over her fleecy pubic hair until he could feel the dampness of her pussy. He rubbed up and down the slit, moving the juice around, getting everything equally wet. He found the small bud of her clitoris and toyed with it until he could hear uncontrolled little mewling noises coming from deep in Mary's chest.
He parted her cuntal lips with his forefingers and probed the moist recess. God, he thought, she's ready, I know she's ready, she's ready for my throbbing cock to split her to pop her cherry, to make Mary Jenkins a woman.. . .
Clifford couldn't wait any longer, he was literally shaking with passion as he reared back to work his thick cock head into her tiny, untried hole.
And then it happened. Clifford couldn't believe it, and yet there was no stopping it. Before he was even able to put it in, he felt that familiar sensation at the bottom of his spine and knew, then, and there, that no matter what he did, he was going to come. And right now. Clifford shot his wad in great white spurts all over the outside of Mary's waiting cunt, drenching the clean blonde curls with steaming cum.
Clifford blushed with humiliation as Rufus laughed out loud at him.
"White boy can't even get in the pussy fo' he come!" he laughed. "That what white folk call fucking? Ha, ha, ha . . . No wonder the bitch is still cherry!"
He pointed the shot-gun at old Mr. Rocklin. "okay. dad, you're up next."
Mr. Rocklin didn't move. "I'm sorry, sir, but unfortunately I don't think I would do very well. I'm an old man and it's been over ten years since I've had an erection." Old Mr. Rocklin was lying-he'd had his first erection in ten years just two weeks earlier when he had chased Mary around the office.
Rufus didn't want to hear about it." You give it your best shot, or you gonna be a dead old man. Now get to it!"
Clifford scrambled out from between Mary's legs as Mr. Rocklin walked over. Mary was horrified. The thought of having sex, of losing her virginity, to a man old enough to be her grandfather disgusted her.
Mr. Rocklin dropped his pants to reveal a skinny, shrunken, little white penis. "Look at that!" Rufus laughed. Lupe couldn't help but snigger at the sight, too. "Where was you when they passed the cock out?"
Old Mr. Rocklin bristled with anger. "I'll have you know, young man, that in my day I was quite the lady's man."
"That so? Sho don't look like it from here. What was they, midgets?"
Mr. Rocklin didn't respond, but looking down at his flaccid penis said, "As you can see, I'm not up to this. May I put my pants back on now?"
Mary was relieved. Maybe she was out of the woods. Mr. Rocklin couldn't get an erection, Clifford couldn't keep one, the black man didn't want to pop a cherry and the Mexican didn't seem to be playing too big a part in the festivities. That left Doris, and what could she do?
Rufus wasn't giving up with Mr. Rocklin though. He ordered the old man to take his pants all the way off and then to sit down next to Mary.
"Alright, baby, I want you to get to work on that old cock, see if you can suck some life back into it."
Mary felt sick to her stomach as she leaned her head between the two withered legs, found the tired old penis and his scrawny old balls. Mary closed her eyes, not wanting to look at it, not wanting to look at Mr. Rocklin, the President of the bank. She took the tiny penis into her mouth and began to run her tongue around the shrunken cock head. She cupped his balls with one hand and tried to imagine that she was with a handsome young man. She was with a handsome young man that she loved and was going to marry her. She had to imagine anything but the horrid, disgusting reality.
Mary was surprised and dismayed to feel the shriveled little penis began to swell in her mouth, responding to her sucking and licking. Old Mr. Rocklin was somewhat surprised too and not altogether unhappy about it. A faint smile began to grow on his wrinkled face as he felt his cock grow larger in her warm sucking mouth. He watched her beautiful young face buried deep between his legs. He felt his cock growing stiffer and harder and for the first time in ten years felt like a man again. He saw Mary's full breasts hanging down as she sucked and sucked, and his eyes feasted upon her blonde cuntal vee and her firm, long, naked legs. He was ready and he wanted it. He pulled Mary's head from off his cock and rolled her over on her back. Mary acted as if she was in a daze, a puppet for him or anyone else to do anything they wanted to.
Mr. Rocklin's old eyes were glazed over with lust as he looked her helpless body up and down and then slowly, deliberately splayed her legs wide. He positioned himself between her milky white thighs and began to rub his cock head up and down her moist cunt. He found the opening to her pussy and slowly began to work his rejuvenated cock into the tight opening.
Mary moaned as she felt the cock head slip inside. Old Mr. Rocklin was going slow, he took his time and just worked the head of his aged cock back and forth, back and forth, making sure her pussy was good and wet.
This is it, thought Mary. This is really it. The moment I tried to save for something meaningful and important is going to happen-here, with an old man, practically in public. Mary wailed silently in misery that life could be so cruel.
Old Mr. Rocklin pushed his cock in farther, feeling her tight, virgin cuntal wall grip him like a vise. He came up against the barrier of her hyman and pushed it gently to test its resistance. It seemed strong, real strong.
The second he came up against it, Mary gasped in pain. As he began to push harder, stretching it, Mary cried out.
"Please, please, don't, don't, OH GOD, THAT HURTS!! THAT HURTS SO BAD!. . . please, please, please.. . . " she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She feebly tried to push Mr. Rocklin off her, anything to stop the searing pain in her pussy. But he was like a man possessed and the more she cried out in pain, the more excited he seemed to get. He pushed harder and harder until Mary let out a loud scream as he split her cherry in two.
Mary bit her lip, the pain was so intense as she felt him force his way through, as she felt him shred the membrane of her chastity. He shoved it in all the way up to the hilt. He began to hump and slowly, grunting and groaning and drooling from his mouth onto her bouncing breasts. All of a sudden, he gave a quick little twitch and moan and he stopped.
He pulled his cock out and it was dripping cum, mixing with what Clifford had shot on the outside before. Old Mr. Rocklin couldn't keep the smile off his face, though he tried to cover it up with an all too obvious fake fit of coughing. He rolled off Mary's prostrate form, the semen glistening between her legs under the bright bank vault light.
Mary hoped that it was now over. Now that they've had their fun, maybe she could put her clothes back on. She felt soiled and dirty and disgusted with what had gone on. It had been horrible to feel Mr. Rocklin's old shrunken body, to touch his dry wrinkled skin, and to smell his foul cigar smelling breath.
But she'd had enough. She wasn't going to let them do anymore. If someone got shot, that was too bad. If someone was killed-well then, it wasn't her fault. She'd done enough. And if she had to die-well, that was better than being a piece of meat for these animal's pleasure.
Mary deliberately got up and started putting her clothes on.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" asked Rufus.
"The party's over," answered Mary, coldly.
"Bullshit!" spat back Rufus. "This party is just starting. I haven't got my nut off yet and my partner Lupe's gonna want some pussy too. And we aim to get some. So put those clothes back down, lay down on the floor and spread those legs."
Mary began to put her panties on.
"You don't do what I say, somebody gonna get shot," said Rufus, raising his shot gun and pointing it at Clifford.
Mary didn't say a word, but slipped her panties up over her dripping pussy. Clifford broke out in a cold sweat.
"Mary, please," begged Clifford, "do what he says! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
Mary continued to silently dress herself. Rufus smiled viciously, pointing the gun at Clifford, then at Mr. Rocklin and finally at Doris.
"I'm going to give you all a chance to save your own lives," said Rufus. "Lupe and me is gonna want go get our nuts off, and," looking at Mary, "I don't wanna have to beat the bitch up-so here's the deal. The three of you grab her, hold her down, take off the clothes and you get to live. Don't help me and Lupe out and I blow your mother-fucking heads off."
Clifford looked at old Mr. Rocklin and then they both looked at Doris. All three of them looked down the barrel of Rufus' twelve gauge.
They all rose and began to walk towards Mary, who slowly backed into the corner of the vault.
Mary didn't protest, there was really nothing she could say. She stared at the three of them with hatred in her eyes, clad only in her panties and clutching the rest of her clothing up around her naked breasts. She was like a cornered animal and when Clifford reached out to grab her, she slashed out with her finger nails, scratching him deeply down the face.
Clifford countered with a right hook that sent her sprawling up against the corner. In a second they were on her, knocking her down and then holding her there. She was frantically struggling and screaming, "NO!! NO!! ! I WON'T DO IT!! ! KILL ME, I DON'T CARE I WON'T DO IT!! I WONT LET A BLACK FUCK ME, I WON'T I WON'T I WONT!! ! "
But all she could do was scream. Clifford held both of her arms, Mr. Rocklin held one leg and Doris had the other.
Rufus slowly walked over and stood over them, looking down at Mary, his deep black face broken by a broad white smile.
"So the bitch don't like black cock?" He reached down with one hand, grabbed the front of her panties and viciously tore them off. "I'm always one to oblige the ladies, so Lupe, get your beaner ass over here and get down on some fine, slightly used pussy."
Lupe needed no further encouragement. He had his pants down around his ankles in a second and stood looking down at Mary as she struggled to get free and stroking his big brown Mexican cock.
He sat on her stomach, helping to stop her struggling and began to drool saliva down the crack between her breasts. When it was pretty well juiced up he pushed her breasts together and slid his hard brown cock between them and began to fuck her tits. Lupe didn't say much, he was too lost in his tit-fucking. He had each one of her breasts firmly in hand and was sliding back and forth and in and out in the slippery cleavage.
Doris, Mr. Rocklin, and Clifford were still holding Mary down as she fought and struggled to get free, but the three of them were simply too strong for her. Mary couldn't believe they were helping with this lewdness and hated them for it. Why wouldn't they just kill her? Why this, good God, why this!
Lupe had enough of tit-fucking and slowly slid his face down the soft valley of Mary's naked stomach. He stopped long enough to suck and slobber in her navel before thrusting his face between her legs and eating her pussy. He didn't seem to mind the semen her pussy was drenched with, but lapped it up hungrily. Lupe took both fingers and pulled apart her pink cuntal lips, opening her young, almost virginal pussy as if it were a flower. He spread the lips wide apart as his tongue mixed the semen and pussy juice together into a funky slippery mixture which his quick Mexican tongue spread up and down the length of her hot cunt. He plunged deep into her hole and then ran up the length of her cunt before wrapping his tongue around the moist bud of her clitoris. He hunkered down and began to suck on it, using his tongue to dance little circles around it. It rapidly became erect like a little hard-on.
Mary had ceased struggling, though Doris, Mr. Rocklin, and Clifford still held her spread wide. Mary was angry, angry with her body and the pleasure she was feeling. Lupe's tongue sent spasms of tingling erotic electricity from her cunt, from her clitoris, surging through the wet abused membranes, surging through the tail of her spine and up and up till it reached her brain.
Rufus kneeled down next to her and grabbed a handful of blonde hair, rudely yanking her head to face him. Mary gasped with shock. She was staring at a huge black cock the size of which filled her with fear. He couldn't push that black monster into her tight vagina without damaging her forever
"Suck on it, bitch. You white cunt, suck on my big black, nigger cock."
Mary opened her mouth to protest, but her words were cut off as Rufus shoved the ebony meatiness all the way in Mary hardly had time to realize what was happening because at the same time, on the other end, Lupe had savagely thrust his brown cock all the way to the hilt in her inflamed pussy.
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!! ! " grunted Mary as she felt the Mexican pound into her, pull back and then pound again. Lupe was like a jack hammer, driving hard against Mary's bruised loins.
Rufus yanked on Mary's hair until the tears began flowing down her face. "Suck on it, suck on it, whore, cunt, white fucking slut!! ! "
Mary couldn't help herself. The pain of his pulling on her hair was too much-it felt like he was going to pull her hair right from her scalp.
She began to suck as best as she could-her whole mouth was full of black cock and the soft skin around her lips was being scratched by the crinkling black hairs around the base of his cock. The better she sucked, the more Rufus let up on her hair. She sucked harder, swabbing the swollen black cock head with a quick lick every time as he drove it in to the back of her bruised throat.
The searing burning pain in her pussy was almost unbearable as Lupe tore into her, pounding and pumping like a man gone crazy. Mary hoped she would black out and faint. Hoped she would be spared any more of this. She couldn't imagine Rufus' cock ever getting inside of her. She could barely wrap her lips around its massive girth.
But then the numbness passed, the pain passed. Mary felt a delicious warmth spread out from her pussy. She began to hump her hips upwards to meet the Mexican's thrust. She began to grind her hips in vulgar, sluttish circles. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how it filled her up. She didn't care if he was
Mexican, didn't care if he was raping her. She wanted his cock in her cunt. Wanted it to slam home hard. Wanted every inch of it.
At the same time she began to suck more voraciously on Rufus' black cock. She didn't care what happened to her now. If she was going to be forced to be a slut, then she'd be a slut they'd remembered. She wanted the black cock in her mouth, the semen that oozed out the end no longer repulsed her. She was amazed at how good it tasted. She wanted more. She wanted her whole mouth filled with hot, sticky, cum. She wanted the Mexican to go harder, faster, harder, faster. She wanted him to split her in two, she had become a cock-hungry slut.
Doris knew what was happening. She could tell the transformation in Mary, could tell by the way that she was humping with wild abandon that she wasn't fooling. She wanted cock and as much as she could get. Doris let go of one leg and motioned to Mr. Rocklin to let go of the other. Mary immediately lifted both legs lasciviously so Lupe could drive deeper and deeper into her sizzling cleft.
"OH!! ! YEAH, YEAH, UMMMMMGGGHHH!! ! " grunted Mary as she felt the searing tip of Lupe's cock drive all the way in and slam up against the barrier of her cervix.
Clifford let go of her arms and Mary's hands went immediately to Rufus's cock. One held the base of the black shaft and the other cupped his swollen balls. She was sucking like a whore in heat. Rufus couldn't believe it, he had no idea what had come over her-but he wasn't complaining.
Mary pulled her head off Rufus' cock for a second. "OH!! ! FUCK ME HARDER!! FUCK ME HARDER!! ! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!! CUM IN MY CUNT!! SPRAY MY WALLS WITH YOUR HOT MEXICAN CUM!! ! "
Rufus slapped Lupe on the ass, "Git on your back and let the bitch be on top-she wants some cock and I'm goin' to give it to her."
Lupe pulled out for a second and Mary moaned in dismay. He lay on his back and no one had to tell Mary to climb on board. She spread her legs wide, grabbed his cock and stuffed it deep into her dripping cunt. "OH, YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN MY TIGHT PUSSY!! OH, OH, OH I WANT TO BE FUCKED, I WANT EVERYONE TO FUCK ME!! ! EVERYONE CAN FUCK ME!! ! I WANT COCK, I WANT BIG COCK!! ! "
As Mary was riding Lupe like a bronc-buster, Rufus was moving around behind her. At first Mary didn't know what it was when she felt the first push against her rosy anus. Then with a start she realized that it was Rufus, and that huge cock of his. But she didn't care. She wanted it. She wanted all of it. She didn't care if it split her in two, she had to have ten inches of rock-hard, vein-bulged black dick up her ass.
"Put it in, nigger," she hissed. "Shove your black cock all the way up my ass. Fuck me in the ass.. . . FUCK ME IN THE ASS AND THE CUNT AT THE
SAME TIME!! ! "
Rufus didn't need any encouragement. His ebony hip muscles flexed and he shoved the massive head passed the tight muscle of Mary's rosy anus.
"OWWWWWW!! ! " Mary screamed as the throbbing cock split her asshole.
"OH GOD!! ! IT HURTS, IT HURTS SO BAD!! ! PLEASE, PLEASE PULL IT OUT!! ! PULL IT OUT!! ! "
"Fuck you, white slut," growled Rufus as he bit her on the neck and slammed his cock all the way in.
"Uuunnnnggghhh!! ! grunted Mary as the cock filled her rectum.
And then her anus relaxed and the pain was gone. The feeling was incredible, and Mary began to slide up and down the two-pronged cock.
"Oh, oh, oh, ummm, ummm, so good, so deep, yeah fuck me in the cunt, fuck me in the ass, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me---" Mary moaned, as she threw her hair back and bucked her hips like a wild mare.
Her tits were swaying back and forth and the soft female flesh of her pussy grabbed Lupe's shaft tightly as it slid in and out, in and out. Her puckered anus took all of Rufus's mighty cock and every time he drove to the hilt she grunted with pleasure/pain.
Mary wasn't even surprised when she saw Clifford kneel down in front of her with his cock in his hand. She didn't have to be asked. She reached out and took it between her soft lips. It tasted so good!! She sucked it hard, trying to pull it deeper into her mouth, wanting to make it hard as the two that were already in her.
The cock up her ass felt so good that she sneaked a hand under Clifford's scrotum and plunged a finger up his asshole. He yelped with pain at first, but Mary smiled to herself as she felt his cock growing larger in her mouth by the second.
And then it began to happen. She had a cock in her mouth, one up her ass, and another pounding her cunt unmercifully. She bucked back and forth on the huge, rending two-pronged cock as she felt a fire building in her loins. She felt as if a wave were picking her up, throwing her higher and higher as the fire began to spread to consume every part of her. Her pussy began to throb and quiver in great spasms.
"I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'MM CUMMING" she hissed. All of a sudden she felt her pussy and her asshole swell. Rufus and Lupe were coming too. She felt them pumping the hot sperm into her body as she was wracked with her own convulsive orgasm. She felt the burning male cum over flow her pussy and run to her asshole and the cum from her asshole run over to her pussy. Then she felt Clifford twitch and moan, his cock swelled for a second in her mouth and then he began to pump his load down her throat. She was swallowing as fast as she could and could barely keep from choking on the salty torrent.
Then it was over. Mary was spent, her eyes glazed over with satisfied lust. Lupe, Rufus, and Clifford were sprawled on the floor, exhausted.
The guns were lying unattended, but nobody seemed to care. Mary was making little animal noises as she ran her hand over her body, smearing the cum from her pussy up over her stomach.
Finally, she sat up and looked at the total human devastation around her. She was proud of herself. She, innocent virgin Mary Jenkins, had worn out everyone in the room. Everyone, that is, except Doris Lamp, who was sitting forlornly in the corner. But then Mary saw what Doris was doing. She had a hand up under her dress and was rubbing her own cunt. Their eyes met each other and they both instantly understood. Mary crawled over to Doris and began taking off her clothes, smothering her with kisses.
Mary took Doris' soft breast in her mouth and kissed and sucked the nipples hard. And then she began to eat Doris' pussy in just the same way Rufus had eaten hers. Doris spread her legs wide and put her hands on Mary's head. . . .
It was then that the huge vault door swung open. And what the thirty armed cops on the other side saw as the last thing they expected.