Chapter 6
It had been three days since the robbery. Barron was growing nervous. There was no word on the radio about the robbery, nothing in the newspapers. Something was wrong. The quiet was unnatural. They were sitting on a half-million dollars and they would have to make a move soon. For one thing, the food they had set aside was running low. For another, the longer they sat, the easier a target they would finally make.
Barron called Moose and Mick into the living room. "Lena," he said, "we're gonna have a meeting. Take the blonde out of here . . . " He winked. "I'm sure you can keep her busy for a while."
"Jesus Christ," muttered Lena. "Why can't I be at the meeting?" She glanced over at Ellie, drugged and depressed, sitting meekly in the chair in the corner.
"I want her out of here," Barron repeated patiently. "You take care of her." There was no arguing with Barron when he spoke in that firm and quiet way.
Lena walked over to Ellie and grabbed her thin pale arm with her black fingers. "Come on, you silly cunt. We gonna go into the bedroom and have a little pajama party."
Meekly, Ellie obeyed. Three days of terror, of rape, of relinquishing power over her life to desperate men who wielded knives and guns, had completely robbed Ellie of spirit. Her instincts in the van were to struggle, she had even tried to struggle against Moose to keep from being raped, but now she was overwhelmed with a sense of futility. She was a prisoner and nothing she could do could change that. Where were the police? Why couldn't they find her? Would anyone ever rescue her, or must she resign herself to eventually being murdered at the hands of these desperate people when she ceased to be of value as a hostage and became a burden to them.
Ellie lay down on the bed and Lena sat up in an armchair, filing her long red fingernails. She knew Lena didn't like her, but Lena was another woman. Lena couldn't physically overpower her, Lena couldn't rape her. Perhaps she could win her over. Perhaps Lena could be an ally after all. For three days now she had watched these people in close quarters. She knew that there was no love lost between Lena, Moose and Mick. Lena was in love with Barron and Barron too had no respect for his two henchmen. Moose and Mick were no better than animals, but Lena and Barron seemed to be more intelligent, more sensitive. Perhaps there was a way to communicate. Perhaps, alone' here with
Lena, they could talk woman to woman. Maybe Lena would sympathize with her, protect her from the others, maybe even pressure Barron to let her go.
Ellie realized she was letting her hopes soar unrealistically. Lena had never shown her anything but resentment. But she would try.
She looked down at her nails. Then she looked at Lena and made an attempt at a smile. "Gee," she said, trying to pretend they were just two girl friends at home, "my nails could use a manicure too. Could I borrow that file when you're done?"
Lena looked up coolly. "Sure, honey. You can be the best manicured corpse in the whole damn morgue."
A hideously cold shiver went through the beautiful blonde captive. No one had ever made a reference to her death before . . . did this mean they were planning to kill her, or was Lena just being nasty?
"Please . . . don't talk like that," she whispered.
"Well, honey, you're eatin' your share of our food, and I don't know how long we're gonna have to make it last. Now just take one guess who's the most dispensable . . . "
Lena was enjoying this. She was enjoying her sense of power over this innocent young white girl, this little spoiled bitch who didn't know what life could be like when the going got rough, who didn't have any idea how desperate you could get when you had starvin' kids screaming around you and pulling at your apron the way Lena's mother had.
"But.. . murder . . . " Ellie gasped. Her mind refused to grasp the possibility.
"Don't give me that old movie line kid about how it's just jail now for robbery, but murder will get us the chair. I seen Cagney do that. I seen Bogart fall for that. What you think we're gonna do with you, white girl?"
Ellie looked desperately at Lena, looked directly into her coal black eyes. "Please, Lena. Please. Don't let them do that to me.. .
Babysitting the hostage was turning out to be more fun than Lena could have ever imagined. It was like letting the cat baby-sit the mouse.
Lena had her eyes now on Ellie's firm ripe breasts, now bra-less beneath the thin little T-shirt. Ain't a bad piece of white meat, Lena thought. Been a while since I tasted some nice sweet pussy.
Her teeth gleamed whitely as a lewd smile spread across her face.
"Well, sugar," she said, "unless you find a way to make yourself valuable around here, sure we'll get rid of you soon's it's convenient. You dig, Sugar?"
"W-well, what could I do?" Ellie asked. "If we stay in the house I could cook and clean for you all."
"A white maid. Well how my mama would've loved to live to see the day . . . "
Lena turned her head and glanced to the door leading to the living room where the three men were having their meeting. "The boys ain't decided yet what we're gonna do. A maid ain't no good if we're goin' on the road."
"Well, then what? . . . please tell me what to do. I-I don't want to die. I-I'm not a coward, but I don't want to die."
Lena stood up and walked over to the bed, seating herself beside the young blonde.
"Well, Sugar, let's just see if we can't figure something out here . . . "
And suddenly Lena leaned over and her full soft lips came down on Ellie's. The young blonde was shocked. She was so innocent that she still had no idea what was going on. She never dreamed that a woman might try to make love to another woman! She thought Lena was suddenly being affectionate.
That is-until Lena's hotly pointed tongue began worming its way into her mouth. Ellie felt as if she was going to gag as Lena's tongue began to play with her own, swirling around and around the tip of her tongue. Then, Lena's tongue withdrew and she sucked the young girl's lips softly into her own mouth. Ellie felt she would die from shame. After all the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of Moose and Mick, this was something she had never even imagined possible.
She pushed Lena away. "Please . . . please . . . leave me alone . . . not you too."
Lena laughed. "Well, then, Sugar, you ain't no use to me." She would play it cool, but the truth was that after tasting the sweetness of that pink little mouth, she wanted more. She could feel her pussy beginning to churn with desire, and she knew that she was already moistening the little crotch band of her panties. But she'd play it cool . . . better than that. She'd make this little white girl so frightened, she'd lay herself out on the bed for her like a goddamn buffet.
"Please, Lena," Ellie begged. She was so frightened now of what might become of her, there were tears in her eyes and her belly was quaking in terror of what these four desperate people might do to her. "Don't let them kill me!"
"You wanna live baby . . . ? "
The question needed no answer.
"You wanna live, you gonna take off all your clothes and spread yourself out for me."
"No, please," she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Lena got up and went back toward the chair. "All the same to me-you live, you die," she said.
"I-if I get undressed, you promise you'll let me live . . . "
"I said," she seemed annoyed . . . "I said, you make yourself valuable to me, I may not want to see you offed."
Ellie knew she had no reasonable choice. With trembling fingers she lifted the T-shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the room. Her nipples were erect now and it embarrassed her. Instinctively, she covered her naked breasts with her arms, and looked pleadingly at Lena. She did not speak, but her eyes begged-please, don't make me go on, don't make me humiliate myself like this to save my life.
"Okay, now take off those jeans, honey."
Stiffly, nervously, Ellie obeyed. Now, clad only in a pair of tiny bikini panties, she crouched at the head of the bed, curled up like a little monkey, irrationally thinking somehow to protect herself from what was to come.
"That ain't no good, girl," said Lena. "I want to see the merchandise, you dig?"
Slowly, her body as tense as a bowstring, Ellie let her arms drop from her breasts. "She felt excruciatingly self-conscious. And her nipples seemed to have a mind of their own. Exposed to the cool flow of air in the room, they were tingling, and it caused her face to flush with embarrassment.
"Lie down!" the black girl commanded.
Ellie obeyed. She lay flat on her back on the bed now, but her body was tense, her muscles taut, frozen in their desire to protect.
Lena took her time, allowing first her eyes to devour the sight of Ellie's exquisite body. Her hard black eyes gleamed with desire at the sight of the blonde girl's huge, melon-like breasts, and those hard pink nipples looking like ripe cherries just waiting to be enjoyed. Oooooooh! Lena could feel the moisture seeping down between her smooth black thighs now. This was gonna be dee-licious!
She sat down beside Ellie on the bed again, and Ellie stared at her with a look of horror in her eyes. But she knew she couldn't move. She knew that, to save her life, she would have to allow the black woman to do whatever she had chosen with her. In some ways, Ellie thought, it would be better to die. But her instinct for survival was strong.
Lena's long slender black fingers reached out and touched the smooth white flesh of Ellie's thighs. A shiver of desire went through the black girl's body and-involuntarily-Ellie shivered too.
Then, with one finger, Lena pulled away the waistband of Ellie's little panties and looked down at the soft mound of blonde pubic hair. Then she pulled the panties down over Ellie's long tapering thighs, down over her shapely calves, off over her feet. She let them drop on the floor.
Now the blonde girl was totally naked on the bed.
Lena's gaze traveled slowly over the blonde girl's incredibly voluptuous body while Ellie trembled self-consciously on the bed. Her tiny pink tongue licked her full sensual lips as her eyes fixed on Ellie's full, round breasts. God! She looked luscious, Lena thought, eyeing the firm-fleshed mounds greedily.
Moving with feline grace, Lena unzipped her own dress and, sliding it off her smooth black body, laid it neatly on the chair behind her. The she unsnapped her brassiere and let it fall down her slender arms to the floor. Her own breasts, cone-shaped and hard, their nipples always erect, attracted Ellie's attention. She was fascinated because the black woman's body was so very different from her own. Aside from the chocolate richness of her skin, she was lean and angular where Ellie was softly rounded. And her strange attraction to the black girl made what was happening seem even worse!
"Please," she whispered once again. "Please, Lena . . . don't do this . . . it-it's perverted!"
But Lena only laughed in anticipation of the pleasure that awaited her. Removing her own panties, Lena went to the bed and mounted over Ellie, straddling her hips with her knees.
"Oh God!" gasped Ellie, unable to believe this was really happening to her.
Suddenly she felt the black woman's hard pointy nipples graze her own and an incredible thrill rippled through her body. She held her muscles rigid to protect herself not only from Lena's seduction but from her own feelings, which threatened at any moment to take over.
The lean black woman was rubbing herself rhythmically against Ellie's body now, grinding her hips in sensual circular motions so that their pubic mounds-blonde hair against black-made electric contact.
Ellie's body was flushed now with a strange mixture of excitation and shame. She wanted to flee, but knew it was impossible. In the next room were three desperate men-and guns. Here there was only Lena-and the horribly shameful feelings the black woman's lesbian actions were creating inside of her.
Lena reached up and cupped her hand around Ellie's full firm breasts, tickling her nipples with a light circular motion of her thumbs, bringing them to still harder erectness, and reveling in the fact that the young captive was responding despite her efforts at control, despite the ridiculous way she insisted on holding her naked body so rigid.
Ellie was feeling hot and feverish now, all over her body, but especially in her breasts. Though she was loath to admit it, she could feel her cuntal slit moistening from the effects of Lena's actions.
Now Lena's full soft lips circled around Ellie's cherry-red nipple, coming together and drawing it inside the moist heat of her mouth until it touched her tongue and she began swirling around it in a succulently teasing motion.
"Oooooohhhhh . . . Ahhhhhhhhhhhh . . . noooooooooo!" the confused blonde was moaning and protesting at the same time.
Lena delighted in her power over the other woman. Though she had hated to admit it, she had the hots for the little hostage from the minute she had laid eyes on her. Now she would tease her and play with her until the white girl was hot and ready and begging her for it. She would suck her nipples until they would feel like bursting from the aching pleasure inside them. She sucked Ellie's breast still deeper into her hot mouth and shivered as she felt Ellie's thighs twitch involuntarily, heard her breath coming faster as she sucked and licked the white girl's hotly throbbing nipple. Her head bobbed back and forth now from one full round breast to the other, sucking and licking until Ellie's head
Hi began to whip back and forth on the bed.
The blonde girl pretended now that her cries were cries of protest. But Lena knew better. They were the sounds of passion.
"Nooooo! Ahhhhhh . . . Oh God! Stop.. . Pleeeasssse! God! Nooooooooooo! Aaaa-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Lena's face was contorted now with desire as she slid her hand down across Ellie's little white belly to touch the soft strands of her golden pussy hair. Ellie moaned and her hips undulated gently as she felt the black woman's caresses causing salacious sensations to spread outward from her pussy. Oh God! She could no longer pretend, could no longer deny what was happening to her. She was hot, she was excited . . . she wanted this beautiful black woman to make love to her! She knew it was perverted, she knew she was now Lena's victim . . . as she had been the victim of Moose and Mick . . . but she wanted it! Her body was on fire and begging to be satisfied.
Lena slithered down the blonde girl's body now and parted Ellie's soft white thighs, pulling them far apart to reveal the moistening pinkness of her blonde-fringed pussy slit. She brought her mouth down over the thin blonde-covered pussy mound and her tongue shot out of her mouth like a serpent's tongue, and sought the erect little bud of Ellie's hardened clitoris.
Ellie was completely immersed in the hot streams of lascivious feeling coursing through her body now. The reality of her situation seemed to ebb further and further from her consciousness as she felt the black girl's hot tongue licking between her legs. It was driving her crazy with wanton desire. After being brutally raped twice by Mick and Moose, the other woman's gentle yet passionate ministrations were unbelievably pleasurable.
Lena's hotly pointed tongue swirled around the tiny erect bud of Ellie's clitoris now, then slithered down to tease at the opening of her moistening cuntal slit. Ellie felt as if her belly was on fire as the black girl hotly licked and sucked around her now passionately writhing pussy.
And so immersed were the two women in their lesbian passion, that they were unaware of the male presence now standing in the doorway, grinning lewdly and obscenely at them as their bodies writhed in passion and desire.