Chapter 10
By nightfall the New Mexico skies over Clovis were cluttered with blinking lights and strangely erratic flying objects that swooped over the desert highways. The unflappable Lieutenant Samuels sat smug, radio in hand. He had managed a coup d'etat in the Dallas Police Department, having gained authority to take helicopters beyond state borders, a heretofore, unspeakable request.
The radio crackled and died in endless succession ... false leads, mirages, tired eyes.
"Sir, there's no way in hell we'll find a black van on a night like this. It's humanly impossible!" complained the pilot, streaking over the small town of Clovis where small crowds were gathering, pointing at the skies in fear of this unexplainable invasion.
"Shaddup," snapped Lieutenant Samuels, a suspicious grin growing on his lips. "This case is damned important to me! We can and we will!"
Behind him, Bob Carlson chewed on his knuckles feeling impotent and frail compared to the officer's blood and guts determination. When ... and if ... they found Jill, could he face her?
Inside the truck there was a moment of rearranging, moving cushions, and Jill sobbed as she felt the pillow yanked from beneath her and gasped as she felt Pete's hand slip beneath the cheeks of her buttocks. She cried out with fear and pain and pleasure as his cock brushed teasingly against the tender swollen skin of her inner thigh, then rammed forward against her vagina. At the same time a shadow passed over her face as the other man settled his loins down over her, his cock thrusting at her lips, driving brutally down her throat until his pubic hair brushed her lips and his balls slapped against her chin. She gurgled, hating herself for giving in willingly to her kidnappers ... but that fat walrus had opened her passions until she was mad with the obscene desire to be satisfied! Jill shuddered, giving out a muffled cry as she felt hands stretching her cuntal lips and the hardness of a cock head popping up between them, stretching her with an excruciating ... deliciously welcome ... pain.
"Been waitin' a long time for this," grunted Pete, ramming viciously into her wet, elastic walls, stretching her until she thought she would burst inside. Bob was a gentle lover, but this man was purely masterful ... forcefully unrelenting. Why had Bob refused to love her this selfishly that last night together ... oh, he'd made love to her like a fifteen-year-old virgin ... and she had needed it hard and battering ... like this! Her legs thrashed out, her cuntal muscles grasping him desperately and pulling him even deeper into her.
"Look at that cunt go!" she heard Speedy gurgle on the sidelines as he pumped at his bloated cock, glaring down at her through slitted eyes.
Now both men were fucking her like there was no tomorrow, the skinny man's long lean cock crashing down into her face, ramming slickly down her throat, pulling back out until it almost left her swollen aching lips, then fucking back into her with vicious force. The lower half of her body was being ravaged just as wildly. Jill could hear the hoarse wheezing of the kidnapper's lungs, felt his building thrusts, his muscular frame crashing against her pelvic bone, smashing, grinding. His huge unbending cock probed deeper, pushing back the flaming walls of her cunt so wide she thought she could feel an exquisite ripping sensation, deeper, harder and faster with each intensified stroke.
In her mouth Charlie's cock began to flex and throb, seeming to grow larger with each twirl of her tongue. At the same time Jill felt the fluttering begin in her womb as she slipped up to the brink of orgasm. Charlie groaned above her as his lust bloated penis rammed in and out of her throat, choking her, suffocating her while her cunt endured equal fury. His lust-bloated penis swelled in her cunt and jerked spasmodically. Delirious, Jill sucked with wild abandon, her own hips squirming in frenzy as she sensed the three of them moving toward orgasm.
"Goddamn cunt bitch," muttered Pete between her legs. "She's got fingers and tongues in that cunt!"
Charlie snickered sardonically. "You ... oughtta be ... fucking her mouth." Slapping down on her harder, his cock twitched wildly against her palate as the first sticky spurts of his hot semen welled up in his testicles.
Oh, God, she didn't want them to come yet ... but she couldn't stop them! To have them stop spelled d-e-a-t-h! As bitter tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, she felt the first hotly spurting stream of cock juice spill into her mouth. A split second later, she felt the hot stream flood her vagina. And still she hadn't climaxed!
As she suffered and groaned in frustration between them, deliberately holding back her own climax, Pete rammed his gushing cock into her with a brutal force that banged her head against the sofa's arm and tugged at her ropes until the lamp holding the rope crashed to the floor. Crazily, she sucked on Charlie's spurting cock, its great sticky droplets squirting deep into her throat, her body racked cruelly with great gut-wrenching spasms of frustration.
Jill had intended it as a clever ploy, to stall time, but when she threw back her head and screamed, "Oh God, Oh God, I need it! I need it!" she wasn't kidding. In stalling her climax and buying time, she had succeeded in driving herself into a maddened frenzy that would surely kill her if Charlie's bullet didn't!
"By Jesus, I think we got the fuckers!" whooped Lieutenant Samuels, slamming down the microphone and picking up his field glasses to zero in on a black shadow that was no bigger than a cigarette ash below them.
Behind him, Bob Carlson stiffened and craned his neck, squinting through the hard blackness below. Dumbfoundedly he stared, contemplating, disbelieving, nervous. Was that ... could that ... be ... Jill's kidnappers? He felt as if he were watching an animated movie, himself one of the cartoon characters, Jill the distressed blonde in a polka dot dress being tied to a railroad tie. Laugh or cry ... he didn't know which response to give in to. Finally a whimpering wail that might have belonged to a puppy bubbled from his lips, but it quickly died there. Now he had to face her ... he the adulterous husband.
Speedy wiped the spittle from his chin with the back of his hand and snickered. "Jesus, yous guys, who taught you to fuck? Lemme give her an island fuck!" The fat man gazed at the nakedly quivering young woman, who lay bound, twitching and sobbing, her red see-through nightie a dark red shadow wadded up around her waist, her nipples standing up underneath like two rosebuds ready to burst into bloom.
Jill looked up at the whale-sized hulk ready to smash down upon her. His flushed, jowled face leered at her from between her widespread thighs as he lowered himself to take Pete's place. The look of pure animal lust momentarily froze her quivering body to stillness. She lay immobile as a cornered mouse before a stalking cat, stoically waiting to be devoured by it.
Speedy's double chin slapped against his chest. "You gotta do it like this, guys!"
"Oh ... ohhh...!"
With a grunt, he levered her legs up off the sofa in an arc far back over her head, pressing the polished toes high into the air until the sinews in her inner thighs stood out like telephone cords. Had she been more nimble she could have untied the ropes with her toes, so doubled over was she. Her tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost unbearable. The glistening flat plain of her crotch was presented like a bound pagan maiden in sacrifice to a cruel god. And he poised over her in a sweating push-up position, his pudgy hands holding her ankles back to where her bound wrists were pinned, his thickly bloated cock aiming straight for the hairy target of her burning, upturned cunt.
"Fuck, fuck her good!" spat Charlie from behind.
Jill shuddered-how shameless to offer herself up to her tormentors, begging them to ravage her! Still, nothing could change the course of events; threats or no threats, she had to have somebody's (even this brown-bodied blubber belly) blood-heavy penis ramming into her vagina before she lost her mind! It didn't matter that they would put a bullet in her brain and leave her in a ditch after they had had their fun. Jill Carlson was a victim of her kidnappers' whims and her own traitorous body.
Speedy licked his thick lips. "Ready?" His eyes were sadistically glinted with lust.
"Y-yes," she sobbed her utter defeat as the fires of desire that licked through her loins were fanned by her helplessness and the humorously obscene position in which he held her. Her heavy-lidded eyes closed with a deep hiss as Speedy's heavy body dropped down on her twisting form like a sack of cement, smashing her full tight breasts flat to her chest. His thick, lust-bloated pole plunged into her hungry waiting cunt, pushing the soft unresisting folds of cuntal flesh in tiny rippling waves back and apart before its cruelly burrowing head.
Jill cried aloud at the sudden and brutal impalement, winfcing from the thickness of his manhood ... but her resistance was temporary. The greedy moist walls of her vagina clasped around that fleshy pole, slithering up wetly to devour its length, until his balls smacked hard down into the sperm drenched crevice of her buttocks. She groaned in relief at the filling of her wide stretched passage as he heaved and grunted above her, thrusting into her vagina. Her head rolled wildly, her blonde curls whipping his face, her mouth opened in ecstasy. She'd been so darned close for so long and now she couldn't hold back that elusive orgasm much longer. Even if it meant that time was up for her, she had to cum ... soon!
"Oh, God!" she. cried. "Oh, God, I can't stand it. Fuck meeee! Oh God, fuck me!"
She pleaded in long shrill shrieks, her hands tugging at her bonds, her thighs clenching tightly about his churning, fat buttocks to pull him even deeper into her widespread crotch. Her cum juice flowed wetly out and around his still driving penis, flowing down to her buttocks and flooding his own hairy testicles as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight puckered anus.
"Give it to me!" she screamed. "Shoot me full, you stupid idiot!"
Speedy, who'd taken enough ribbing from his buddies gnashed his teeth, grunted and with all two hundred and twenty-two pounds of battering flesh, drew back and rammed his blood-fed cock so far up into her vagina it banged against the cervix and doubled over at the end. He had her doubled over painfully now, fucking straight down into her until bright flashes of light blinded her eyes as the waves of orgasm flooded over her with mind-numbing intensity. Twisting and writhing and grunting with her shattering climax, the juices poured like flood waters down the quivering cheeks of her still grinding buttocks.
Above her the islander's hulk hovered darkly and she could feel the hot waves of cum shooting deep up into her dilating womb, mixing with Pete's still warm juices. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot squirts squirted wildly ... warm, sticky and wet. The hot moist walls of her pussy milked his cock. Jill's lithe body was drained of everything, her thighs collapsing loosely as Speedy released his steely grip on her legs and sagged, panting on top of her. Jill lay sobbing and gasping for breath, while Speedy's river of sweat dribbled down from his brown skin to salt her forehead and cheeks.
Feebly, Jill lifted her head, gazing with blurred eyes at the two men staring wide-eyed. The tall thin one was already reaching for his pants, his lustful expression erased and replaced by his typical sour look. Beside him, Pete stalled for time, hesitating to dress, uncertain of his own fate. A moment of fearful apprehension ensued and then she dropped her head back to the sofa while Speedy lifted his bulk from her body, letting her breathe more easily.
Was this the end? Were they satisfied after their brutal rape, their perverted thoughts turning to the quickest and simplest means of disposing of the star witness-the sole witness-to their crimes? Jill Carlson wanted to live! She had to incite them to ravish her one more time ... at least! The paltry chances of being rescued were depressing at best, but she had nothing to loose and only pleasure to gain.
"Oh, God!" she feigned another moan and twisted her body and arched her back, thrusting her glistening cuntal lips up at the men who stood transfixed, fingers fumbling with buttons, eyes glazing with renewed lust. "Fuck me ... fuck me before I die! I need a man ... I need a man!" Her voice was a kittenish whimper of unadulterated lust.
"Jesus...." Charlie swallowed dryly, his gauntly hollowed cheeks deeply shadowed in slack jawed awe. His fingers fell away from his shirt buttons, his dour expression softening to a glint-eyed lust. "The bitch is still screamin' for cock." Without taking his eyes off her sweat glistening body shimmering through the matted red gauze of her nightie, he lowered his bony knees onto the sofa and after giving his blood engorged penis a few healthy pumps, he shoved it into her wetly sucking cunt.
"Holy shit! The bitch's beggin' for more!" In an instant Pete was stationed at her head, his slowly growing cock probing at her tender lips while the islander, grunting flabbily, wiped his genitals with the shirt tail and waddled next to Pete. His pudgy hand wrapped around her delicate one, guiding it to his penis and with a few teaching strokes, he set her to work pumping and massaging his tawny genitals to spearhead erection.
It was a broken record of a woman screaming in orgasmic frenzy, the phonograph needle stuck on the scream that played over and over again ... buying minutes of life with inches of flesh.
Bob Carlson thought he might lose that last cup of coffee when the helicopter whirled in vertiginous circles, then descended to the ground in one dizzying movement where it made rendevouz with a New Mexico squad car parked alongside the deserted highway.
Lieutenant Samuels stared long and hard at Bob, his hand reaching down to fondle reverently his pistol strapped to his hip. The sky was turning pink, casting an eerie theatrical light over the low land where the lonely coyote's howl cut the silence. "We've got two squad cars heading toward a little motel toward Melrose. We're goin' in to get them now...."
"And Jill...?" Bob paled watching, waiting for a glimmer of hope, reassurance that Jill would come out alive.
"We can't make no promises. If we gotta shoot 'em out we can't make no promises." The lieutenant spit out the corner of his mouth and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Bob's breathing became rapid, his pulse thumping. He refused to stand there and let this illiterate power-hungry policeman drag him along on this godforsaken mission only to say in the end that his wife would be sacrificed for the sake of three damned burglars. Where was the justice in that? Was this the kind of irresponsible, reckless system he was pouring his tax dollars into?
Bob glared back, his knuckles turning white from pumping his fists. "You mean to tell me my wife's holed up with a bunch of ex-cons and you intend to go in shooting?" His eyeballs were red with rage.
"That's right," Lieutenant Samuels pursed his lips, his oversized hands resting on his hips in the classic defiant stance. "We've got enough evidence against these bastards to hang 'em."
"What about tear gas?" Bob threw up his hands in frustration. "What about plea bargaining ... what about saving my wife?" he blasted, venting his anger and crippling frustration that had wilted his potency all evening long. "Isn't that what we're here for?"
"We're here, Mr. Carlson," snorted the Lieutenant, "to bust these sonofabitches asses ... not babysit your wife!" He spun on his heel, but Bob grabbed him by the sleeve, halting him in mid-step. The Lieutenant's motives were too goddamned obvious!
"You go into that motel and start shooting with my wife in there, Lieutenant Samuels," glowered Bob, "and I swear to God I'll call every newspaper in this state, and every television station and they'll tear that fuckin' badge off your stinkin' shirt and shove it up your ass!"
That one silent glance said it all, and condescendingly, the Lieutenant conceded to let Bob Carlson come along.