Chapter 5
The police had nothing to go on but the film of the robbery.
Again and again they had run the film until they felt that they would recognize the men anywhere. The stills were blown up from the clearest shots of their faces and the following morning, Moose, Mick and Barron appeared on the front page of every newspaper. Ellie's high school graduation picture, which her mother had given to the police, also appeared.
A witness had seen the getaway driver and given the police artist a verbal description of Lena, from which he had made a sketch. That, too, appeared in all the papers.
For Ellie's parents, life had turned into an extraordinary nightmare. That night they huddled together in bed, seeking comfort in each other's terrified bodies, holding each other like children, holding each other in a way they had longed to do for years. It was as if, for them, tragedy had eroded the rigid barriers of married defenses.
Jeffrey McDonald-the boy who had never kissed Ellie but who was hopelessly in love with her-paced his room at home. He threw a newspaper against the wall in his fury, then picked it up and searched it again, searched it for clues like a dog looking for meat on a bare bone.
Goddamn police, he thought. Damn police. To them it was just another case. What did they care if anything happened to Ellie. They wanted to get the money back for the bank. Of course, if they didn't, the insurance company would make good. The police just wanted to find the robbers for their own glory. And if they rescued Ellie alive, it would just be a cherry on top of the cake.
But the bandits seemed to have disappeared without a trace. The witness who had identified Lena had taken the license number of the car, but it checked out as a stolen vehicle and was found abandoned hours after the robbery. It looked as if there wasn't a clue as to where the robbers and their hostage had disappeared.
All through the night the outlaws and their little blonde hostage traveled back roads, crossing over two state borders. They were now in what Barron felt was the perfect hideaway. They were in an apartment building in a neighborhood in a large city, a neighborhood where no one would find them unusual. Lena's blackness would not be a drawback here, nor would the men's white skins seem remarkable. It was an area that had once been an immigrant neighborhood bordering on a black ghetto. At about the same time that black faces began to pepper the area, young people with long hair began to move in. Now the main street had a soul food restaurant, a Hungarian goulash palace and a vegetarian hangout called the Silly Buddah.
Barron was seated on the sofa, looking through the local newspapers. He had hoped they wouldn't be front page news here, but they were. They'd gotten away with a half-million dollars, and that was big news.
But Lena was laughing as she looked at her sketch in the paper.
"All them drawings look alike," she giggled. "I look just like the Tenderloin Killer last year, only with long hair and no moustache!"
Roger pulled her toward him and nuzzled his face in her long, slender black neck. "A half-million bucks, baby-don't that just get you hot?"
She snuggled close to him. "Mmmmm-mm sugar, you got me hot when you didn't have a nickel.. . now I feel like a six-alarm fire."
Ellie had been bound and gagged when they first arrived, because she could not be stopped from screaming and struggling in her panic. Now, dressed in a pair of Lena's jeans, her dress having been slashed to tatters, and one of the black girl's T-shirts, she sat quietly in the chair. She had been given a heavy dose of tranquilizer, and had been made aware that they would not hesitate to slit her throat if she did anything to endanger them.
Ellie was vaguely thankful that she had been drugged. There seemed to be a dull filter over the world now . . . her panic, her fear, the humiliating memories of the rape in the van . . . all seemed less painful. Her body felt relaxed, yet she didn't feel good. She felt strangely, dully queasy.
Mick was sitting on a chair by the window, watching the quiet street below, whittling a piece of wood with his knife. Moose was thumbing a magazine they had found in the apartment. It was a fashion magazine, but Moose was looking at the pictures of women like a child looking through a toy catalog.
Roger and Lena had gone into the next bedroom. Now, in the stillness of the living s room, the two men and their hostage could hear the sounds of lovemaking coming from inside.
"Oooooh, baby, ooohhhhhh, fuck me, lover," Lena was groaning.
They had, in their lusting haste, left the bedroom door wide open, and Ellie's chair was positioned just across from it. Suddenly, through her dulled perceptions, she realized she could see the bed and everything that was happening on it. She wanted to get up and move, but she was desperately afraid to move. Every motion she made caused the men to grow alert to her, attracted their attention. Mick would point his knife at her and she was terrified now of him. And so she chose not to move, chose the lesser of the evils.
And her drugged mind was oddly fascinated by what she saw.
"Ooooooooh, feeeeeeeels sooooooo gooooooooooood, baby," Lena cooed. Never in her life had Ellie before heard the sounds of a woman making love. It sent strange shivers through her body that were at the same time repelling and fascinating.
She could see the naked body of the black woman glistening now with sweat and the lean muscular body of the white man. And then she saw something that made her turn her eyes away.
Roger was lying on his back now and his enormously hard member with its big purple head was sticking straight up in the air in plain view of Ellie's astonished and horrified eyes.
She turned her eyes sharply. She couldn't look, but she didn't dare change her seat. So far, neither Mick nor Moose had noticed her.
Yet some strange compulsion made her look back again and she saw something that her innocent eyes could not believe.
Lena had crawled on top of Roger Barron and she was now slipping his huge cock straight into the depths of her hot, moist pussy. Ellie watched wide eyed as she saw Barron's penis disappear into the black flesh. Then Lena lifted her body up high on the huge staff and lowered herself back down till it completely disappeared. The young blonde was horrified. She couldn't watch. She just couldn't!
Without even thinking of the danger, she reflexively stood up to move over to the couch, whose back was to the bedroom door. It was a mistake!
"Where you going?" Mick asked suddenly.
"I-I just thought I-I'd take a more comfortable seat.. . "
"All right," said Mick. And Ellie heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm hungry," he added. "I'm gonna go out to the kitchen and rustle up some food."
Now Ellie was alone in the room with only big Moose for company. Suddenly she missed Mick's presence. Somehow she felt him as a barrier against an attack by the huge dumb beast of a man who was now leering at her from across the room.
"Mick said I could have my turn," he said stupidly, grinning at her. "You're pretty. I like you."
A shiver of horror whipped through the young girl's body. Moose was standing now so that he too could see through the bedroom door at the couple on the bed. Wide-eyed Ellie watched as she saw the crotch of the big man's pants begin to bulge. God! He was big! It looked like there was an enormous fist in his pants! The innocent young blonde was now paralyzed with fear as Moose walked toward her.
His enormous hand circled her wrist and he pulled her up as easily as if she were a paper doll.
"No!" she gasped. "No! W-what are you going to do?"
"Don't worry, pretty thing," he said in his heavy, ponderous way. "You're very pretty. I like you. You come watch with me."
He led her to the doorway and now she was forced once again to look at the couple on the bed. Their position had reversed, Barron was on top of Lena now, his hips flicking in and out, his cock disappearing into her hotly churning black depths as her slick black flesh writhed beneath him.
Every time Barron withdrew, Ellie could see his hotly throbbing erection in full view between Len's slender black thighs, could see the full hair-covered balls, round and taut with his hotly boiling sperm. He was doing it to her so slowly, Lena looked as if she was writhing in torture. But she was cooing that she loved it.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby . . . oooooooh, baby," he chant was rhythmical, like an obscene song, her voice was thick and sweet like honey.
Moose watched wide eyed too. He wanted to make this pretty little blonde feel like Lena felt. He wanted to fuck her as smooth and slow and gracefully as Barron was fucking Lena. But Moose was clumsy and somehow he never could. He would just get carried away and wind up pummeling a girl till he came. And he was so big, the girls always creamed and cried beneath him. Why couldn't he make a girl love it the way Roger could?
He pulled Ellie to him now, and she tried to pull away as she felt his enormous hard-on pressing into her belly. Oh God! It was so big. It would kill her if he tried to rape her the way Mick had.
But she was like a helpless bird in his enormous hands. Clumsily, but with a pathetic attempt at gentleness, he took off her T-shirt. Now she was bra-less beneath, since Mick had slashed her clothes and underwear to bits.
Now she stood naked from the waist up, in broad daylight, before the hungry eyes of this big, ugly brute. Her hands flew up to cover herself but Moose peeled them away. His hands were big and sweaty as he cupped the fullness of her breasts in his hands.
Poor Moose had wanted to be gentle with this pretty little thing, but he was getting carried away. He was squeezing and pulling her breasts now, rubbing her nipples harshly.
"Owwwww! Ouch!" Ellie cried out, and tried to turn and run from him, but his long arm reached out and grabbed her arm until she was pressed up against his huge bulk once again.
"Don't do that," he said. "Don't get me angry . . . I get crazy when I get angry."
And indeed, he looked like a madman now. Ellie was frozen with fear. She couldn't scream out; that would only bring Mick with his switchblade back to the living room. Oh God! She was trapped. Trapped. Checkmate! There was no place to run!
She knew if she went to the window and tried to scream for help they would not hesitate to kill her . . . Barron with his pistol, Mick with his knife, Moose with his bare hands.
Moose was covering her mouth now with his roughly calloused hand so she could not cry out again, and with his other hand he returned to kneading her breasts harshly. Ellie knew her nipples were growing erect as he plied and twisted the little red buds, and between her legs she could feel the bulge in his pants growing still harder and she could feel the tremendous heat of it between her legs. Oh God! She thought she would faint from repulsion. The huge man had bent his knees so that it was just between her trembling thighs now. Something awful was happening to her as he held her around the mouth with his hand, his arm around her head pressing her, trapping her, against his body. She could feel the massively hot hardness of his cock against her little clitoris, and strange sensations of heat were churning through her belly.
And then, before she knew what was happening, his big clumsy hands were struggling with the zipper of her jeans. She looked up at him with silently begging eyes and, her mouth free now, she whispered to him, pleading with him to let her go.
"Please," her eyes quickly brimming with tears. "Please . . . don't do this to me. Please . . . I beg you! Please! Oh God!" Her tears had flooded over and were streaming down her cheeks and her entire body was wracked with sobs.
The huge dumb beast of a man was touched, but it had the opposite result from what the young girl wanted.
It only made him desire her morel
His clumsy hands were wiping the tears from her face and he was showering disgustingly wet kisses all over her face.
"You're pretty. You shouldn't cry. You shouldn't cry," he said, and her sweet vulnerability was making him even hotter.
He kissed her wetly and his breath was sweet and warm, making her nauseous, as he continued to struggle with her zipper. Finally, in his impatience, he just ripped the flimsy faded jeans open and tore them from her body. Now she was helplessly, hopelessly naked, cringing back from his reach, backing away from him, sobbing and whimpering, wanting to scream, but afraid, terrified to make any noise.
He yanked her back so that once again she could not escape the sight of the fucking couple in the next room. Again Lena had rolled on top of Barron and was wildly bouncing her hips up and down over his rock-hard shaft of flesh. His hands reached up and he grabbed hold of Lena's hard-pointed breasts, rubbing them, reveling in the feel of her sharp nipples against his palms. Her neck was straining and her head was turned upward in ecstasy as his cock slid wetly in and out of her glistening pussy.
"You got nice tits," Moose was groaning now, pinching her nipples until she winced with pain. She could feel his erection, so huge and throbbing, between her thighs, and her body was stiff and tense as she waited for the inevitable ravagement to come.
Roughly, clumsily, Moose had pushed her to the floor. The boards were cold and bare. But Moose was obsessed with her enormous, melon-like breasts. His head was turned as he watched the couple in the next room, watched Barron's cock pistoning in and out of Lena's hungry black cunt. His own cock was pounding with unbelievable excitement now. Ohhhh. He was gonna fuck her. He was gonna fuck her now. It was his turn. Mick had said so.
He held her pinned to the floor as she struggled to get up from her wretched position, struggling against his huge hand like a fly caught by the wing in a young boy's fingers. But her writhing, struggling body only excited him more. He fell forward on top of her and Ellie thought he might crush her to death with his enormous weight. Her breasts were flattened now against his huge expanse of chest and his enormous cock, hot and throbbing like some voracious beast, was pressed up into the naked warmth between her squirming thighs. Its huge spongy head had been moistened with seminal fluid, and he was making her buttocks wet and sticky, cold and uncomfortable.
She groaned under his tremendous weight and felt his big hand sliding beneath her, cupping her ass cheeks roughly. Still she squirmed and writhed to try and get away from him. Her heart pounded with terror so that she thought it might burst. But her efforts were pathetic. Futile.
And then she felt the head of his cock pressing against the delicate lips of her blonde fringed pussy. My God! It was so big! If he put that thing into her it would surely kill her. He was a beast, an animal . . . he hardly seemed human to her. Desperately she pounded her tiny fists against his chest, but he barely felt it. "Ow!" she cried out as his enormous cock-head slipped inside her terrified pussy opening. "Ow! Oooohh! Aargh!" He was hurting her. It was so awful!
Moose could feel the warmly clasping smoothness of the young girl's pussy walls and he felt like swooning with pleasure. It was so tight, so unbelievably tight around his throbbing cock-head. He penetrated her narrow cuntal opening still another inch and moaned like a wounded beast with the incredible pleasure of it. Deeper and deeper his enormous member penetrated up into the young girl's warm depths, and every time she pulled her buttocks back or wriggled to struggle away from him, it felt even better and thrilling jolts of pleasure shot up the entire length of his turgid cock, causing the sperm to churn still more heatedly in his enormously swollen balls.
"Please," Ellie whispered desperately. "Oh please. . . please. Stop! Stop! Please let me go!" She pleaded and begged, her body still struggling to free herself from him, but Moose was overcome now with lust. It was almost as if she didn't exist. She wanted to scream, she felt a scream welling up deep in her chest, but she had to choke it before it left her lips. The gang of outlaws had so terrified her that she did not dare yell out, did not dare to make a sound loud enough to bring Mick and his switchblade in from the kitchen.
The pressure of Moose's cock was unbearable. She felt as if he would split her in two. The pressure was heavy and incessant, and deeper and deeper he forced himself up into her tightly smooth cuntal channel. She bucked her hips back away from him and was shocked to hear him groan in pleasure from this movement. She tried to hold her body rigid and still, but all she was aware of now was the hugely pulsating cock worming its way deeper and deeper up inside her quivering belly. Nothing else existed now but that awful, overwhelming pain. Nothing in the world existed but Moose's enormously hot member, stretching her beyond belief. She felt as if that giant cock was expanding even farther, the deeper it penetrated her cringing little pussy.
Then suddenly in one swift motion, he thrust all the way in to the very hilt!
"Aiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked before she could stop herself, and opened her eyes suddenly to see if she had attracted Mick's attention. Her insides were aching in pain but she dared not scream again. And there was no sign of the little rat of a man and his knife.
Moose's throbbingly hard shaft was stroking in and out of her helplessly writhing body now, in and out. Spittle was drooling from his mouth, dripping down on her naked breasts, as he began fucking into her body like an unleashed beast.
Cock and pain was all Ellie knew.. . hot throbbing cock-flesh wracking her body in two. Her head was flailing wildly from side to side, her blonde curls sticking wetly now to her face. Suddenly the motion of her head stopped and she watched spellbound what was happening in the next room. She watched as Barron's glistening hard cock slipped in and out of Lena's black pussy, watched as the black woman writhed and moaned with incredible pleasure, watched as her sweat made her body so shiny and black, like smooth ebony. And Barron's face too was contorted with lust as he strained his head up to watch his hotly pulsating member slipping in and out between Lena's hair-fringed, bright pink pussy lips. They moaned and grunted together, almost as if they had become one huge, throbbing mass of flesh. There was something beautiful, almost spellbinding about it, Ellie thought. It almost gave her pleasure to watch them, but all too abruptly, as Moose shoved his hot red cock deep into her belly, she was forced back into the hideous reality of being brutally fucked by this half-human monster of a man. He was like a whale, hot and sweaty, suffocating her, pummeling her. It was hideously humiliating.
And then, suddenly from the next room Ellie heard a cry that sounded like nothing she had ever heard before in her life.
"Aiiiiieeeeee! Aieeeeeeee! Aahhhhhh-hh!" Lena cried out. "I'm cummmmmiiiii-gggggg!"
Her body jerked and bucked as the first huge waves of orgasm overcame her and her pussy clutched in waves of climax over Barron's thrusting cock until suddenly he too cried out!
"Oh God! I'm cummmmiiiiinnnnnng." His cock jerked wildly as round after round of hot cum shot up into Lena's hotly clasping black pussy.
Ellie could see the white liquid seeping out of Lena's pussy, seeping back down Barron's slick shiny cock as the two collapsed together in a heap on the bed and were perfectly still.
It astounded Ellie the way Lena had reveled in her lover's ministrations, and she was suddenly filled with a great sense of shame. Here she was obscenely flattened beneath this huge hulk of flesh whose enormous cock was battering savagely up into her innocent young pussy, and she was becoming vaguely aware that the intense pain she had suffered, the pain which was the center of her being, was growing more and more exciting. In the strangest way she was beginning to crave his huge cock deep up in her belly and she realized that her hips, earlier frozen rigid, were now moving up to meet each of his savage strokes.
In a great flush of shame she realized her thighs were trembling uncontrollably and hot electric thrills were coursing through her savagely captive body.
Strange animal mewls escaped her throat. Something awful was happening! Her cunt felt like it was on fire. How could this monster cause her to feel this way? How could this be happening to her?
His enormous cock fucked deep up into her belly. It was torment, it was agony, it was a huge fire she thought she might never be able to extinguish. She could feel the enormous spongy head of his cock hitting hard against her cervix, could feel the rough hair of his balls slapping against her smoothly rounded ass cheeks . . . and she was fucking back! Her hips were thrusting rhythmically up now to meet Moose's every stroke!
Oh God! Never in her life had she felt such pain, such humiliation . . . such pleasure!
Never before in his life had Moose ever fucked anyone so beautiful. Her pussy walls felt like hot elastic clutching at his pulsating cock, and the softly enveloping tightness caused sharp volts of pleasure to shoot up the length of his huge shaft to his cum-heavy balls.
The little blonde captive's eyes were clenched tightly shut. She could not bear to look at what was happening, could not believe the obscene, the disgusting picture she made with this hideous whale of a man. Yet never in-her life had such intensely pleasurable feelings coursed through her young body. Nothing existed for her now but the burning fire between her legs, and deep up in her belly, nothing but Moose's cock filling her completely, fanning the flames, making her insane with passion.
As he buffeted her voluptuous little body, a strange moan escaped her lips and then, suddenly, it was as if an earthquake had hit, it was as if her insides had exploded and flashes of blinding color shot before her closed eyes as she experienced the first orgasm of her life!
Moose could feel the spastic clenching and unclenching of her vaginal walls as the young girl's orgasm struck and it was so unbelievably thrilling that, without warning, his own hot load of boiling cum shot up the length of his blood-swollen cock and shot out in huge spurts from the tip, flooding her spasming cunt and trickling out down the crack between her ass cheeks.
And then, heavily, Moose collapsed on top of the young girl.
Her orgasm finished, reality hit her like a slap in the face. Her tiny hands pounded his shoulders and she struggled to push his enormous weight off of her.
Moose rolled over, lying on his back on the floor, while Ellie, her humiliation overwhelming her, reached for her little T-shirt and jeans and quickly dressed.