Chapter 7
"First off, Ted, you stay right here with that knife, in case this white boy starts thinking of acting smart," drawled Clayton. "I'm going to get that rope from the car. We got to tie him up so he can have a grandstand view of the proceedings." He laughed loudly. "You see, you no-good white bastard, you're going to watch us while we have a little fun here with the girls."
Sam took a menacing step forward, and Ted's knife came flat against Carole's neck. She made desperate noises in her throat. Sam stared helplessly and stepped back.
"That's better," said Clayton. "No use trying to get loose, so you may as well enjoy it, baby, while you can." He added, menacingly, "because if you don't, Ted's gonna use that knife on you, baby, and if he does, I reckon his brother's gonna be the only one able to fuck that wife of yours, because you sure won't."
He dissolved into loud, raucous laughter, and Sam felt his stomach slowly turning over.
Clayton turned and went back out to the car, returning a few minutes later with a roll of dirty rope in his hand.
"Now you sit down in this here chair," he commanded, pushing Sam forward roughly, "because I'm gonna tie you up, sonny boy."
Sam sat in a side chair, and Clayton expertly tied the rope around his body, first pinning him back against the cushion, then winding it around each wrist and through the arm of the chair, then around each ankle, securely binding him.
"There, I reckon that'll hold you awhile," he commented, stepping back to survey his handiwork.
The others had walked all the way into the living room and Ted had pushed them down on the sofa, telling them to remain still or his knife might slip against Carole's throat. Suzanne stared around her home, still not believing the situation. This must be a nightmare, she kept repeating in her mind.
"Okay now who's gonna be first?" asked Clayton, stepping back and casting his eyes over the three girls.
"I got a groovy idea," said Donald, his voice still blurry from his swollen lips. "Suzanne's got the tightest ass in town. I reckon Ted should fuck her while she sucks me off."
"Hey, that sounds like a wild scene," said Clayton. Sam cried-out, his voice pitifully pleading, "No, no!"
"Oh, oh, a noisy audience," said Clayton. "I reckon mebbe he should have a gag, too, huh?"
He pulled out a filthy handkerchief from his pants-pocket and walked over to Sam, prying his mouth open and stuffing the soiled piece of cloth inside, silencing any further outcry.
"Okay, Suzanne, you gonna git undressed or do we tear those things off?" Clayton asked, taking out her gag- She remained silent, her eyes staring fearfully from one to the other as they stared back. She couldn't bear to look at Sam. She knew if she did, she would break down completely.
"Okay, if that's the way you're gonna be," said Clayton, "you help me, Donald." Clayton laughed evilly. 'You must be gittin' used to undressin' this broad, huh?"
Donald attempted a grin, but his swollen face merely puckered-up in a thick crease. He walked over to Suzanne, looked down at her, then reached for her blouse.
"Donald... please," she whimpered, but he laughed.
"See my face?" he snapped, indistinctly, "you want to feel my arms, my stomach, everywhere that son-of-a-bitch and his buddies stomped me? Shit, it was plumb easy, five against one. I bet they felt real proud of what they did, huh?" He walked over to Sam and belted him hard across the face. "That's just for starters, you fucker." He went back over to Suzanne and grabbed her blouse, tearing it away. He got her bra and tore that off, allowing her breasts to flop in front of her. Clayton whistled.
"Wow, her tits've got bigger since last time," he said, and he turned to Sam. "I fucked her about a year ago, white man. Got her all broken-in for you. She's pretty good as I recall."
Sam's eyes flashed angrily, helplessly.
Donald lifted Suzanne up, and with a violent tug, he tore her dress off and her panties, and she was standing, naked before them, shivering with fear.
"Hey, lookit that pussy," said Ted, his eyes on her, but still holding the knife at Carole's throat. "Sure like a little of that."
"You'll have your turn," snapped Clayton. "Go to it, Donald. Git that big whonker out. Show this white husband what a cock really looks like."
Donald slipped his sneakers off, skinned out of his jeans and removed his shirt. Suzanne gasped, seeing the bruises and cuts on his body.
Her expression registered with him, and he tried to smile again. "Yeah, they did a good job," he muttered. "So mebbe you can make me feel good again."
He lifted his penis in his hand and moved towards her. Seated as she was, his crotch was level with her mouth. Her eyes widened as he approached, holding his flaccid phallus in one hand, coming closer until the end touched her lips. She heard Sam groan, and look away in disgust. Clayton went over and jerked his head round.
"You gonna watch, you hear?" he snapped. 'You gonna see the kinda action this broad puts-out."
Suzanne felt the growing pressure as Donald thrust his hips forward, and then her lips parted and the end of his penis entered her mouth.
"Suck it, bitch," he snapped and she responded, her mind fleeing-back to the moments earlier that night, and the night before, and a year before... Her lips enclosed his soft shaft, and her tongue caressed the end, thick with foreskin. Her teeth came down on his flesh, pushing the skin back. She felt his glans slide forward and her tongue pushed between his skin and the head titillating the corona, sliding around it underneath, on top, every part of it, as he jerked, and gasped.
"There you go, baby," he whispered.
The rod began stiffening in her mouth and she began up-and-down movements with her mouth along the length, marveling (despite everything) that it could grow in thickness and length to such a degree. She went on sucking him, and, slowly, the penis expanded and thrust back until the head was deep in her throat and her lips were licking his sac.
"Yeah, man, dig that broad giving a blow-job!" Clayton's voice rang-out, and his hand began caressing his genitals through his pants. Ted's eyes were on her body, taking in her breasts, her thighs and her bush, and through his pants they could all see his rising erection.
"The hell with this," Ted said, and began taking-off his clothes. "You take the knife, Clayton. Keep it on this chick."
Clayton moved over, taking the knife and positioning himself next to Carole. He held the knife to her throat, and took her hand, placing it between his legs.
"You make him feel good," he said threateningly, "and don't try no funny business. Just play with that cock, baby, the way you know how."
Carole's fingers closed around his stiffening penis, squeezing it gently. The thought ran through her mind to clamp her fist around it so forcefully he would jerk away in pain; but he held the knife firmly against her throat. She decided against it. She had no desire to end up in the city morgue.
Ted had removed all his clothes and stood, naked and rampant, his penis extending between his legs. Suzanne stared over and saw it, remembering, now, that it was almost as big as Donald's, and certainly as thick. Both brothers had been blessed with enormous penises, and each shared the same desire to use them as often and as indiscriminately as possible.
"Okay, get her ready for action," Ted said, walking over to where Donald stood, his penis still within Suzanne's mouth, moving his hips slowly to thrust his sex in-and-out of her. Donald pulled-out and together they grabbed Suzanne and pulled her on to the carpet.
"Okay, get on your hands and knees," said Ted. "Make it dog-fashion." He laughed coarsely. "Ain't that the right position for a bitch, huh?"
Sam groaned again and struggled against the rope which bound him helplessly to the chair. Clayton looked over and laughed.
"Ain't no way you're gonna get out of that," he commented.
Suzanne assumed a position on the floor, her body shaking uncontrollably. She stared up, pleadingly, but Donald's eyes were merciless.
Gone was the vestige of tenderness they had shared, albeit momentarily, earlier that same night, and in her own heart, she felt nothing but loathing for him. She would not deny that he had been very badly beaten, but he deserved it; and whatever she deserved for her conscious enjoyment of sex with him, certainly did not warrant her having to submit to this depraved scene of sex in front of Sam, in front of her friends.
She stared over at Yvonne, unable to speak because of the gag. For a flash, Suzanne thought: it's the first time ever that Yvonne had been silenced. Usually her stentorian tones would dominate a conversation; but now she sat still, her eyes flashing with hate, her mouth closed by that filthy gag.
Carole, her hand on Clayton's crotch, was sitting, an expression of extreme distaste on her face, smeared with some of the grease from the gag in her mouth.
Suzanne wondered whether the boys planned to include Yvonne and Carole in their orgy, or whether she was going to be the focal point, out of their resentment of Sam and what he had done to Donald? As she crouched on the carpet, she really didn't care what happened. She just wanted it to be over, because something told her that once they had done their worst, that would be that. Suzanne didn't know how but she felt something would happen to save them from whatever worse things the boys had in mind. They had talked about mutilating Sam; surely they wouldn't go that far. They'd know they would run the risk of lengthy prison sentences.
"Okay, spread those buns."
Ted's voice resounded through the living room and Suzanne felt his rough hands on her buttocks, pulling them aside. Then he knelt behind her and clasped her body to him, lowering his head to her anal crack, his tongue pushing in. She gasped as she felt him penetrate her anus with his tongue. It was still loose from Donald's fucking earlier, and still tender. She jumped as Ted's mouth slobbered around her orifice, sucking, licking, while his hand slid around to the front of her crotch, his fingers poking into her bush, feeling for her clitoris and rubbing it violently. She responded, feeling her vagina begin to flow its juices. Christ, why did she get so turned-on by this sort of thing? Her mind rebelled, rejected it, yet her body wanted it, cried out for more. She began moving her hips slightly, and she spread her knees even further apart, allowing his hand to reach in deeper into her cunt, and his tongue to push more into her anus.
Clayton chuckled.
"Lookit. She digs that, man. She's gittin' with it!" Donald looked down at her and he laughed.
"Sure she digs it," he commented. "You hear that, Sam? This chick of yours digs being fucked in the ass, fucked anyway, but only with a big dick like this." He waved his erect penis at Sam. "You know somethin'. Would you believe I'm all set to fuck, and I gotta take a piss. And I can't think of anything better to piss-on than you, Sam."
Donald walked over, climbed up on the end table next to the chair in which Sam was imprisoned and stood over him, laughing. Everyone in the room was watching him and Donald was aware of it. He was also aware that, despite the girls' disgust, they had a tinge of envy and erotic delight, watching his muscular body, silhouetted against the wall, the erect, enormous penis jutting-out, now not completely hard, but enough so to make it a mammoth projection.
Donald turned towards Sam.
"Hey, mother-fucker, look up at me."
Sam remained staring straight ahead. Ted climbed off Suzanne, and went over to Sam, slapping his face hard.
"He said look up," Ted said menacingly.
Sam finally raised his head, staring up at the naked body above him, its penis pointing straight down at his face. A few seconds later, a stream of urine shot forcefully from Donald, splashing over Sam's face, stinging his eyes and running down his face on to his clothes. Clayton, Ted and Donald roared with laughter. The girls looked away, their faces reflecting their disgust.
"Stop it, stop it!" Suzanne's voice shrieked across the room, "Do what you want to me, but leave him alone."
Donald continued urinating over Sam's face and head, and when he was through, he jumped down and came over to Suzanne.
"He's gone soft, baby," he said sensuously. "Make him stiff again."
He thrust it forward into her mouth and, without a murmur, she took it, and began sucking it hard, closing her lips around the shaft and letting her tongue lick around the head. Almost at once she felt him respond and regain his completely rock-hard erection.
Ted came back, and kneeling-down behind her, he forced the head of his penis between her buttocks. Her anus, already slick from his saliva, felt the pressure and she gasped as her sphincter clamped tight. He thrust forward and, slowly, she relaxed and it slid in, first the head and, then with a rush, the rest of it entered her. His hands came round her body, feeling for her breasts. She felt his rough, callused fingers violating her soft, smooth orbs, his thumbs rubbing across her nipples, making them even harder, sending stabs of sensual eroticism through her body, already responding to his thrusting in-and-out of her rectum.
She heard Sam groaning in horror and Clayton's coarse loud laugh.
"Lookit that bitch fuck," he said, "Wow, that's great stuff." He turned to Carole, "Hey, cunt, take out my cock and feel it up."
Carole's trembling fingers unzipped his pants, pulled out his long, black, erect penis and began manipulating the foreskin up-and-down, exposing the dark purplish head every time. He sighed and nodded his head.
"Yeah, baby, play with that thing!"
Ted was squeezing Suzanne's flesh with increasing violence. She whimpered and he laughed.
"S'matter, bitch? Am I hurtin'? Good, mebbe you'll feel like Donald does now, after bein' beaten up."
His hands gripped her and she cried-out in agony. Sam strained against the ropes and made gurgling sounds through the gag. His eyes were almost popping from his sockets as he gazed, horror-stricken at the defilement of his wife, arching her back on the carpet as Ted thrust faster-and-faster in-and-out her anus and her mouth sucked on Donald's phallus. Donald was groaning with appreciation.
"Yeah, Suzanne, baby, suck it hard. I'm almost there." Then, Clayton cried out: "Hey, Donald, don't shoot in her mouth. Shoot all over that mother-fucker there." And he pointed at Sam. "Hey, groovy."
"Yeah, make her jerk you off and come over him."
Donald withdrew his penis from her mouth and stood up, looking evilly at Sam.
"Yeah, that's groovy. Anything to make that bastard feel more miserable than he is." He turned to Ted. "Hey, pull out, man. Make her come over here. You can still fuck her."
Suzanne gave a gasp as Ted withdrew his organ quickly, leaving a gaping feeling of sudden emptiness within her intestines, which had become used to the enormous intrusion, albeit painfully.
"Okay, over there," Ted commanded and she crawled across the floor until her face was almost touching Sam's knees. She looked up at him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, and his eyes conveyed his feelings in return.
Ted positioned himself behind her again and grabbed her viciously, thrusting, once more, between her buttocks. She felt his thick length penetrate her and began defiling her anus, in-and-out. Donald stood beside her, his penis projecting towards Sam's body.
"Okay, bitch, start jerking."
Numbly she reached up and took his penis in her hand, gripping it tightly and moving the foreskin back and forth over the head. She felt it flex beneath her fingers, and jerk, and Donald began moaning.
"Yeah, yeah, harder, harder," he cried out, moving his hips in a frantic, increasing rhythm.
She felt his shaft expand, quiver and then as he cried out in ecstasy, she saw the end spurt forth its load of semen, shooting out with fantastic force, dropping over Sam's shirt and trousers, dripping-down obscenely.
"More, more," Donald shouted, and she pumped his cock harder, her fingers squeezing the last drop of come from his tube as his orgasm subsided. The she felt the stickiness in her hand. She released it and he grabbed her fingers and pushed them to her mouth.
"Lick it off," he ordered, and, dumbly, she closed her lips over her hand, sucking off the sweet-salty come. She heard Sam's throat making frantic moans of horror. Donald turned, pushing his cock into her face.
"Suck it dry," he said and she closed her lips around his softening shaft, pressuring it and pulling on it. A few drops emerged and touched her tongue with the muskiness before she swallowed.
Ted's thrusting in-and-out of her rear-end was getting faster and faster, and his groans became louder as he approached his climax. His rough hands were rubbing over her breasts and down around her bush, pushing his fingers roughly into her flesh, probing and touching her clitoris, sending shivers of sensual excitement through her, though not enough to overcome the growing pain in her rectum.
"Kee'rist!" Clayton's voice rang out. "That stud sure is fuckin' her asshole.
Ted's body was covered with sweat and he lunged forward, hugging her body to his, his balls slapping forward against her buttocks each time he penetrated all the way in. Trails of perspiration ran down his sides, and Suzanne could feel the slickness of their skins together as they met, his chest against her back; she could feel the hair on his chest rubbing over her skin, roughly caressing her flesh and sending chills of disgust through her. Oh, God, she prayed, let him come soon; let this misery be over.
Ted pushed his hand as deep as he could into her cunt, and she cried-out as she felt his fingernails tear at her flesh. His hips banged against her and his penis touched deep within her intestines, and he cried out, "Yeah, yeah, here it comes, baby. Fuck, fuck!"
She felt him shudder and then her anus was awash with his sperm as it was pumped out of him by his thrusting as he shot into her, load-after-load of thick, creamy hot love-juice. And, at the same moment, she felt her own vagina contract and a violent spasm shook her. She lifted her head, closed her eyes and felt her orgasm shake the roots of her being. Unconsciously she cried-out, and she heard their obscene laughter and Clayton's comments, "Oh, wow, she's coming herself. Lookit!" And she knew that Sam was probably dying a thousand deaths, strapped in the chair and having to watch, and then knowing she was coming, she enjoyed it in a perverse, degrading way.
She opened her eyes, not daring to look up at him, and turned. Ted's penis was relaxing, and he pulled out and lay back full-length on the carpet, sighing loudly.
"Oh, wow, she does have a tight asshole," he said. "Best fuck I've had in months."
Clayton's voice broke-in.
"Okay, you studs, get over here and hold this knife. I want a little action now."
Ted crawled over, took the knife and positioned himself next to Carole. They all stared as Clayton disrobed, taking-off all his clothes until he stood, naked, his penis projecting, hard as a rock from Carole's manipulation of it, earlier. He flexed himself, and Suzanne stared up at his muscular build, his dark-brown skin and that enormous black penis jutting out from his hips.
"Okay, Suzanne, you're gonna git a big black dick up that soft white pussy of yours." He turned to Sam. "Watch closely, you white stud. You might learn something."
He grabbed Suzanne and threw her over on her back on the carpet. She cried-out in fear and stared-up as she saw his figure descending upon her, one arm on each side of her head, supporting himself while he dropped to his knees and brought his hips forward, the end of his penis dropping-down until the dark, throbbing end touched her white flesh. She shuddered and he laughed.
"S'matter, honey? You don't like the way he looks? Well, he feels good, even if he ain't white."
He pushed forward and the end disappeared into her bush and she felt her outer lips penetrated, being squeezed aside. Oh, God, she thought, he's as big as Donald. Maybe he grew some in the year since she had last been violated by him. Further-in he thrust, until his entire black length was contained within her throbbing vagina. She felt his enormous sac touching her skin and he eased-back, resting on his haunches, his rod still encased within her flesh. "Hey, look at this," he said exultantly. "Ain't that somethin' to see?"
Ted and Donald moved forward. Ted held Carole, pulling her off the couch down on the carpet so he could get a closer view and still keep the knife at her throat. She stared numbly at Suzanne, impaled upon that black penis and she felt her gorge rising.
She looked over at Yvonne, who shrugged her shoulders. She could almost read her mind: there's nothing we can do but pray.
Clayton reached over and grabbed Suzanne's breasts and began kneading them firmly, pushing them around like he was rolling a lump of dough on a board. He giggled ridiculously and began moving his hips, rotating his penis within her, keeping just the end inside her lips. She could feel the wide head rubbing against her clitoris, sending renewed stabs of pain and pleasure through her. He did know what to do with his tool, she had to admit. He remained squatting, and his length enabled him to keep the head inside her, giving him the added visual tit-illation of his cock within her cunt, dark-black-brown against pure-white-and-pink, with her light-colored bush contrasting with his jet black curly, pubic hair. She began groaning, and Ted laughed loudly.
"Good, sock it to her," he said. "Shove it all the way in. I want to see that thing go into her."
Clayton moved up and, with a quick, convulsive movement, rammed his prick in, through her red-hot, slippery twat so hard that she cried-out as she felt the end of it push all the way in, right up to the mouth of her womb.
"Oh, Christ," she muttered.
"He ain't gonna help you," said Ted. "So move that cunt, baby. Let's see some action."
She felt the throbbing shaft within her, her vaginal walls gripping it firmly as its thickness pushed aside her flesh. She felt his foreskin wrinkling-up and rubbing her clitoris as he thrust in-and-out.
The sensations were greater than ever before. She felt a perverse thrill building-up within her. Here she was, a beautiful, white girl being violated by a coarse, unfeeling youth who was black, who had no regard for her feelings; his own sensual satisfaction was all that mattered.
"Yeah, baby, this is good," Clayton muttered. "Like I say, man, I do good when someone's watching."
She felt her stomach heave for a moment. Yes, he was getting all that thrill out of fucking her while others looked-on; and she knew their reaction was as horrified as her own; and there was nothing they could do to help; nothing they could do to stop this ghastly gang-rape that was threatening to push her sanity over the edge at the same time as her physical resistance was fast-crumbling beneath the continual penetration of her body by penis after penis, rough, coarse and with no hint of the tenderness that she wanted to feel. Donald had been tender; it was possible. Why not with the others? Yet she knew this was expecting the impossible; they were fucking for revenge, now. Revenge was theirs, because of what Sam had done to Donald. And she was taking the punishment. Maybe this was her own punishment for her enjoyment of sex with Donald; maybe it was poetic justice that Sam, who hurt Donald, was forced to witness the violation of his wife. Oh, God, stop it "Yeah, baby, that's more like it. See, she's gettin' with it. She loves that big, black cock up her pussy."
With a thrill of horror, Suzanne realized that, unconsciously, she had begun to rotate her hips in rhythm with his, and that their bodies were blending in the age-old movements, in, out, around, up, down, his prick delving into her innermost cavern, giving her sensation-after-sensation; this was indisputable despite her mental rejection of what was happening.
"I figure she's gonna come real soon," said Ted, grinning down at her.
"I'm gonna come, that's for sure," said Clayton, his dark brown skin shining with sweat, his muscles tensing from the activity. He kneaded her breasts even harder, his fingers digging in deep as his penis thrust deep into her.
"Lift those legs, baby, I need mo' room," he said, his voice rising excitedly. He grabbed her ankles, lifting her up and bending her in-two, her knees pressed-up under her chin. And then he lunged forward and she screamed, feeling his rod go in even deeper, fucking her faster and deeper than before. She felt it thicken, and his breath came faster, and then he cried-out, and she felt his come spurt-out into her, wave-after-wave, great gobs of his seed, lubricating her vagina, even more, and running down and out her crack on to the carpet. He moaned and continued thrusting, then suddenly he stopped, raised up and pulled-out.
He sat back on his haunches.
"You say her ass is tight? I'll say her pussy's tight enough for me, baby. Wow, you jest about bit-off my dick."
He sat there, feeling his penis tenderly, and pulled the foreskin back over the end. Suzanne stared up at them.
"Okay, you've had your fun," she snapped. "Now... "
"Shut up!"
Ted's voice rang through the room, and Suzanne noticed that even Yvonne jumped with fear. Ted stared at them all and grinned sadistically.
"We've only started, " he said. "There's still these two chicks."
"Oh, no, Ted, please... " Suzanne's voice whimpered. "I told you to shut up!"
She began weeping, her body shaking uncontrollably, her face buried in her hands.
Sam glared up at Ted, unable to speak, but his eyes reflected his fear and terror. He gazed down at himself, seeing his genitals exposed, his penis shriveled to its smallest size from the mounting horror within him. The way Ted spoke and acted, Sam knew he meant to carry out his threat.
"Okay, who's next?"
Ted looked around and Donald spoke up.
"Take Yvonne," he said thickly. "She's a good fuck. I remember her from last year. She's got a tight twat. Can't be getting much lately, huh?" He leered at her.
Ted walked over and pulled Yvonne to her feet. As he stood before her, she glared at him, then quickly she lifted her knee and felt the end bury itself in his groin, squashing his penis and balls. He gave a loud cry, and doubled-up, cursing. He fell to the floor, groaning.
Donald moved quickly across, and belted Yvonne across the mouth, ripping out her gag with the movement of his hand.
"You dirty bitch," he shouted.
Ted was still doubled-up, groaning.
Clayton rose, and moved over, his hands outstretched, his fingers extended.
"Now you just did the wrong thing," he said menacingly. "Because I don't like to see my friend hurt that way. You're a no-good white whore, you know that?"
He lifted his hand and Yvonne backed away around the couch. Ted looked up.
"Hey, Clay," he said faintly. "Take the knife. Fix her face but good, the dirty cunt."
Clay moved over to the carpet where the knife had been lying. He picked it up and came forward again.
"That purty face ain't gonna look so good," he said. Yvonne continued backing-away across the room. She looked wildly from side-to-side, and then her eyes caught a flash of light against the drapes. At that moment she ran to the window and screamed.
Even Suzanne jumped. She would never have thought Yvonne could have screamed so loudly, so high-pitched, so like the standard scream on radio or television... the obvious, fear-filled shattering of a woman's control, the final outburst of terrible emotion. And Yvonne continued, louder, longer...
At that moment, there was a loud knocking at the front door. Two seconds later, it burst open and blue uniforms filled the hallway.
"Help, help," cried Yvonne. "They're attacking us."
The first policemen pulled his gun, and stepped forward.
"Okay, move over there," he said, lifting the barrel and indicating Clayton, Ted and Donald.
There was a sudden, terrible silence, made all the more oppressive by the cessation of Yvonne's screams.
Suzanne looked up and began weeping again.
"Oh, thank God, thank God," she whispered.
"Get your clothes on," snapped the policeman, and then he turned to Sam, and undid his gag. "What the hell's going on here?"
Sam wiped his mouth, and shook his head. "These bastards broke-in and held us at knifepoint. They've raped my wife and were just starting on the others... " And then his voice broke, and he began crying, tears streaming down his face, his relief so pitifully obvious.
The policeman knelt down and undid the ropes that bound Sam to the chair. Immediately he was free, he went to Suzanne, lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
"You stay there," he said, "I'll take care of everything."
When he returned to the living room, Yvonne was sitting, talking to the one policeman. Carole's gag had been removed and she was leaning back, crying softly. "It was horrible, horrible," she kept saying. The first policeman turned to Sam. "You want to come down and make a statement?"
Sam nodded, and looked over at the three hoodlums, who by this time had put on their clothes and were standing to one side, looking very sheepish.
"I sure do," Sam replied. "I want to make sure these bastards are put away for a long time. This is the second time they've attacked my wife, but it's sure as hell going to be the last."
"You've been lucky," said the policeman. "A neighbor across the street happened to be walking his dog, and saw them arrive. He said he's kinda used to kookie things that kids do, but it looked suspicious, the way the girls were ushered into the front door, with gags in their mouths. Anyway, when he got home, he called us. I took the call myself. I figured it was some stunt, but he kept insisting I come by. So we did."
"Thank God you did," said Yvonne. "I was just about to get carved-up with that knife for kicking one of them in the groin."
"Well, you can tell us about it all later," said the policeman, moving to the door. "Come on, out you go." Slowly they all moved out and at the door, Donald turned and stared back. His eyes caught Yvonne's and, despite the bruises, the swollen sockets, she detected tears there. "Yeah, cry," she spat out. "I hope you roast for this."
And then they were gone, the front door closing behind them. Sam looked at Carole and at Yvonne and he went to them, putting his arms about them both.
"Come, let's go talk to Suzanne," he said, "and then we can all go to bed." Yvonne shuddered.
"Yes, let's," she murmured, "though I doubt if I'll sleep."
"You will," said Sam comfortingly. "It's over now. It's all over."