Chapter 5
Full of dread, Suzie stood outside the station house as the swing shift filed by in twos and threes. Although she stood to the side, so many pigs so nearby gave her the willies. Some of them did not look like bad men; she could not imagine them going home to beat their wives. She wanted to see them as persons, but her place and situation forbade it basically. She looked carefully, scrutinizing each man with one swift glance, only half hoping she would see the one who had known her in the Biblical sense, reputed to be one Pig Mullins.
Within twenty-four hours Larry had found out that there was a Mullins on the swing shift, that he was not permanently assigned to the prison farm and had been lent to the sheriffs department for a few days, and that the swing shift got off at midnight. Within another twenty-four hours, a plan for revenge had been hatched. It had been pointed out to Suzie that the need for revenge went beyond her and the wrongs done her: her complicity was essential to the plan.
She spotted him the minute he stepped through the door and onto the asphalt drive. He was thick-er-waisted than most men and she recognized his swagger. As he approached, she took a step forward into the lamplight.
Recognizing that someone wanted to speak to him and that it was a pretty, young girl, Mullins paused, thumbs hooked in his belt. He did not identify her until he had given her an acute once-over and she had begun to speak.
"I, I just wanted to speak with you a minute," she said, cursing herself for stammering. "What about?" he asked suspiciously.
"I was hurt by what you did to me, and I wanted to make some kind of human contact with you," she said. "I, I thought that then I might be able to understand why."
"I think you want some more of my cock," he said leeringly. "That's the kind of hu-man con-tact you want."
"No," she said. "I want to talk to you." "So? Talk."
"Uh, can't we go somewhere more comfortable?" "Depends," he drawled. "On what?" she asked.
"On you," he said, coming a step and a half closer to her, and peering at her through his slit eyes. "It depends on how much of a prick-tease you are."
"I'm not a prick-tease," she said, nauseous at the man's breath, which had an odor of decay about it, an odor smacking of postponed dentistry.
"That's real good to hear," he said, raising his hand between them and nudging her breast with it. He then stood up straight and looked around. "Listen. Who exactly have you told that you were coming to see me?"
"No one," she said with assurance, having expected this question and rehearsed her reply. "Everything is person-to-person, just between you and me."
"Then what in hell you want if it's not some more of my cock?"
"To understand you as a person," she said.
Mullins had never had anyone say anything like this to him before; it sounded like Commie bunk to him. But he believed the clear-eyed girl about not having told anyone. Even if she was about to shit in her pants. Probably too scared to yap. "Listen," he said. "You want to take a drive?"
This was just what she wanted, although not for the reason he assumed. "I don't know," she said. "If that's the only way we can talk."
They walked on into the parking lot and to Mullins' car, a '69 Grand Torino. When he shut the door on her side and sauntered around to his own, Mullins knew that this was one little number gonna put out whether she liked it or not. Probably hadn't even admitted to herself that was what she was after. Silly bitch like the rest.
Suzie didn't pull down her skirt when she got in the car, showing him a flash of thigh, although no more than she thought was needed.
"Tell me about yourself," she said, batting her eyes.
"Give me a little kiss first," he said.
Suzie didn't say a word and Mullins leaned over, pulling her shoulder toward him with an iron grip and then, to Suzie's horror, to her absolute horror as she yielded to him, making her mouth pliant and unresisting as she thought, I've got to; there's no other way, he slurped and gurgled on her with fat wet lips, his breath enough to turn the stomach of a cow.
Chewing off her thumbnail as he revved the motor, she recovered and said, "What were you like as a little
boy?"
"Shit," he said. "I never thought on it. I guess I was just like every other red-blooded American boy."
He didn't seem to be able to talk to her, even though Suzie plied him with question after question. He gave her short answers or growled at her. He seemed to want to think about his car; he wound it out in each gear and was unmindful of speed limits.
There were three uninhabited sections in the hills surrounding the city. It was assumed, correctly, that Mullins would head directly for the nearest, through which wound one paved access road. There was a score of turnouts on the road, offering varying views of the city.
Seven cohorts of Jack's and Suzie's were spaced out along the road, either at vantage points affording a good view of oncoming headlights of any car winding up the hill, or at the most likely turnouts, places thick with eucalyptus trees and bushesand these places had all been identified to Suzie on a ride up the road some hours earlier.
In the twenty minutes after midnight, the student at the first station kept an especially close look-out, with a view of the road lighted by the moon. When he spotted Suzie speed by on the far side of the carseat from a chunky man, he started his motor and began to follow slowly. When he passed by, the student at each station, whether they had spotted the speeding Pontiac or not, would step out of the bushes and flag him down. Their arrangement was that if someone failed to flag him down, he would park on up the road, hopefully having collected enough of his friends to exact vengeance, and swoop down on their quarry.
It was an adventure.
As they passed more and more of the "safe spots" and this man showed no indication to even slow down his car, Suzie became increasingly agitated. Before they came to the last of her friends, she had chewed off four fingernails. Mullins slowed when approaching the curve around which lay the last safe turnout, as well as the last view of the city, and Suzie sighed in relief.
No sooner had her sigh broken than, around the curve, Mullins stepped on the gas. Shaken, Suzie cried, "Oh! Let's stop there! What a wonderful view of the city!"
"Uhhnyah," Mullins grunted.
"Oh! Just look at that moon!" Suzie raved. "I want to stop and look at the moon!"
"Fuck the moon," Mullins growled. "Seen one moon, seen 'em all." A moment later, as a carefully considered afterthought, he added, "I ain't no Pinko Commie bastard."
"Oh," Suzie said, taken aback and not making the connection, "I know you're not." "Good," he said. "If there's anything I can't stand, it's a dumb fucking broad." "Where ... where are we going?" she asked. "There aren't any more places!"
Mullins looked at her and had the audacity to wink. "Relax, baby. I know a real nice place. Place where me and a real smart broad like you are gonna get along." '
Having spotted Suzie's blonde hair and frightened face as the car careened past, Jack stepped out of the bushes to wait in the road. What had he gotten Suzie into? Where was this maniac taking her?
He walked back to the curve to have a better view of the road. Pacing back and forth, he wished they'd hurry up. Suzie was clever enough, but he didn't know how long she'd manage to hold out. Wanting his friends to hurry, he paced faster and faster.
The Pontiac bounced slowly, spewing dirt and gravel behind as it wound up a rutted road. Suzie had no idea where they were. She steadied herself against the door as they lurched into unfamiliar and possibly
uncharted territory, the car traveling jerkily because Mullins alternately slowed and accelerated impatiently as he kept his eyes on the side of the petering-out road, wanting a secluded spot.
Suzie's chest thumped wildly when they left the road. Bushes reared up like frightened beasts directly in front of the car's headlights as Mullins skidded to a halt and immediately switched off the headlights. Her eyes adjusting, Suzie saw that he had pulled up right next to a tree, its thick trunk standing no more than a foot from her door, and any thoughts she may have entertained about making a run for it fled her mind.
"Come here, honey," Mullins said.
"Uh, let's talk first," she said.
"Save your breath," he said, reaching unseen to the side of his seat and pressing a button. A motor somewhere emitted a high whine as the back of the seat lowered. Unprepared, Suzie went with it, but before she was flat on her back she sat up. Chortling, Mullins flattened her with his body as he gave her another of his big wet kisses. Struggling not to vomit in his face, Suzie said, "I didn't come here for this!"
"What'd you come here for, then?"
"To try to understand you."
"Don't give me any propaganda, sweetheart."
"I'm serious."
"You trying to play some kind of trick on me?" he asked, his tone harsh and suspicious. "Oh no!" she gasped, lying through the gills, "I wouldn't think of it!"
Caressing her throat with his chubby fingers, he hissed, "I could strangle you and leave you here and no one would find you for a month!"
Suzie gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing on his thumb.
"Now, why don't you be truthful with yourself and admit that it's what I got here inside my pants that made you come chasing me?" he said. "What the hell else could it be?" "Not consciously," she said, knowing she'd better try to cool it.
"You uppity college broads are all alike," he said. "You go nuts when a real man gives it to you." He laughed evilly.
Suzie searched her mind in desperation for some ploy that would touch this pig's heartstrings, and when he pressed his fingers into the neck of her dress, she cried, "Please don't hurt me!"
Grasping the material at the front of her dress, he said, "I won't hurt you, baby. I'm going to fuck you 'til your cunt turns blue, and then you're gonna beg for more," and with a grunt he ripped away the front of her dress, all the way to her waist. Her breasts quivered nakedly and Suzie swore that next time she got into a situation like this she would wear a brassiere.
Mullins fastened his teeth onto the nipple of Suzie's large quivering left breast and bit harshly, drawing an agonized squeal from the girl. He switched to the other breast, leaving the wet mark of his teeth on her areola, and then began to suck greedily. Suzie groaned as his wet lips roamed her mounds, and her breasts automatically telegraphed their twitch down to her cunt. She thought, Good God! Not again! and prayed she might pass out, not to have to remember again the baseness of her own animality.
He ran his clammy hand up her trembling thigh and worked his fingers in her pantied slit until he felt her automatic sprinkler system soak the nylon pantycrotch, when he yanked them down over her girlish hips, saying, "Take them off!"
"No!" she gasped, scrambling to pull them back up.
She felt Mullins' hand beneath her, clammy on her buttocks, and then a finger pressing between the cheeks of her ass, locating her tight little anus. She tried to twist away, but he flattened her and jabbed his chubby finger into her sensitive anus as she yelped through the nose. Lodged in her to the first joint, he said, "If you don't take them off, right now, I'll use my nightstick."
Held down flat on her back, there was only one method of removing her panties, and when she raised her legs to do so, doubling her legs back slightly, the fact of her increased vulnerability hit her just a split second before he took advantage of it to mercilessly ram his finger home, scoring the inside of her tightly constricted rectum as she squirmed and kicked her legs. "Get 'em off!" he barked.
Suzie quickly doubled her legs back and got her panties almost to her ankles before she felt his thumb swish between her full lips and smack into her vagina. He held her like a bowling ball and, from the way he
twisted them around, she thought he might pick her up and toss her. Her mind rolling down the alley toward complete collapse, she managed to kick the panties on down over her ankles.
Mullins could have sworn that while the doubly penetrated girl squirmed and kicked, his cock must have grown another inch. He slowly eased it out of his pants, saying, "Beg for it."
"For what?" she asked.
"Whatever you want."
"I don't want anything," she said.
Mullins dug into both her asshole and cunt, mercilessly pinching their shared lining of flesh.
"Please! Please!" Suzie yelped.
"Do you want it in the asshole or cunt?"
Not able to bear the piercing pain, making up her mind to beg, she said, "My cunt! Please fuck my cunt!"
Mullins raised over the girl, gouged both shoulders with his stiff arms, reached between them with one hand to guide his throbbing cock forward until it parted Suzie's fleshy hairlips, and touched her hot wetness. The muscles of his ass tightened and he rammed forward with a vengeance.
"Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!"
The cry was forced from deep inside Suzie, driven out of her chest by the blast in her loins as the broad red-hot pig prick skewered her like a spinning bullet. Mullins' thick cock tore into her cunt, pushing the moist flesh of her vaginal walls in front of it without letup. The surging waves of agitated cuntal flesh went before the driving pressure of his rock-hard drill, clinging to it and asking more as the steady smack, smack of his balls on the upturned cheeks of her ass reached their ears.
Mullins' fingers folded into Suzie's buttocks as he pulled her high onto his jabbing shaft. He rammed with ever-mounting abandon into the depths of unresisting tender flesh beneath him. He felt his heated cock increase in size and pressure out the folds in her cunt, straining her to her limits as he ground into her.
What could Suzie do? Her body began to twitch in time with his and her lining to her brain became hot. A steady low passionate hum crawled from deep in her chest as her face contorted and she resigned herself. She applied her lips to the chunky pig's neck and began slobbering as she nibbled at him.
Mullins tightened his grip on her buttocks, holding one girlish cheek in each hand, feeling them flex and unflex as she writhed. He submerged his fingers down against her cuntlips to feel with pride his full-size prick pulling and pushing at her hot wet hole. He felt her strain as her thighs went wider and she attempted to swallow his throbbing cock and pull it by its root.
Suzie felt no discomfort and her groans had become mewly sounds of pleasure. She writhed beneath him in nearing ecstasy, straining for a climactic peak. She had no thoughts now except for how to get the most from this ungodly fuck, her body giving to Mullins everything his skewering cock gave her.
"How do you like getting it from a real man?"
Suzie did not immediately answer, her trip at the moment not being a verbal one, and Mullins pulled back, slowed for a moment, then rammed his red-hot glans against her cervix and flexed himself to gain her attention, saying, "Good, ain't it?"
"Oh, yesss, yess!" Suzie gurgled.
"Better than all those Pinko Commie bastards you meet in college, ain't I?" "Ohhhh, yes!" she said, her spirit too submerged in rank sensuality to know what she said yes to. Mullins pushed a quim-juice-moistened finger slowly into Suzie's puckered tiny anus, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yield without resisting his sodomizing digit. "Aaahhhh!" she groaned in half-pained pleasure.
The noises which came from Suzie's chest became broken gasps of pleasure as her anus became accustomed to its invasion and he continued to slam into her cunt. Mullins knew he had this bitch good. He continued to fingerfuck her asshole in concert with the drubbing of her cunt by his huge blunt cock, and she twisted and squealed from the pain and sensual delight of this double impalement of her loins.
Mullins flattened himself heavily on her chest, crushing her sweaty breasts between them and making her breath come in labored gasps, then reached with his other hand to above where his cock pounded her overheated snatch until he located her swollen clitoris. Resting his hand on her soaking pussy hair, he pressed the bud as if it was a doorbell, skimming its smooth wet surface, and then pressed again.
The legs on either side of him flew up, feet hitting the roof of the car as Suzie shrieked hysterically. She opened herself in total offering to the ravishment of her asshole, cunt, and clitoris by the devil-pig assaulting her loins. Her groin bounced back from each jab of cock and fingers like a punching bag.
"Fuck deeper ... fuck harder! Fuck! Pig! Fuck!" she cried.
Her face was contorted and pale with strain as she drove her body against him violently, the hardened nipples digging into his chest like vest buttons. Mullins tore his fingers from her with a wet sound and put his hands beneath her knees and pushed them back and hard down against the flattened seat on either side of her shoulders. The plane of her crotch was stripped of any protection from the pile-driving prick that slapped into her.
"Ah ... ahh ... oooooohhhh ... good, pig, good ... yesss," she groaned as if in anguish, her hands clawing at his plump flesh, sliding down his buttocks and pulling in an attempt to make his prick pierce her more. Suddenly her body stiffened and it was as if she was hung from the ceiling, her only support the length of stiff flesh inside her. She shivered violently.
"I'm cummmmming! GeeeeeEEEEzus! OooooooohlOHHH!"
When Mullins released her legs to thrust faster, her legs shot straight out as far as they could, frozen as she reached for the full intensity of every split second of her prolonged cum.
He could feel the muscles inside her stomach working the lips of her vagina, as if trying to snip his cock at the stump, sucking tightly as she milked to keep her orgasm alive. While Suzie did not even appear to be breathing, the chunky man's chest heaved and he feared for his heart as he gave a wild animal grunt and exploded his hot barnyard sperm deep into her, his prick jerking and spurting like a geyser, filling the belly of the beautiful blonde Commie lover.
Both bodies went limp and the two collapsed in a heap on the doubled car seats. Suzie, her eyes glazed, gasped what seemed the first full breath in half an hour, filling her lungs with perspiration and the smell of the pig half on top of her. Exhausted and lifeless though she felt, she shuddered convulsively at what she'd done, shame and humiliation filling her breast as the echo of her own yelps banged her ears.
When the fat, temporarily spent man rolled to the side, Suzie sat up, briefly explored her tender bruised genitals with her fingertips to see where the hurt was, pulled down her skirt, and then lifted her torn dress top to cover her bosom, holding it in place over her still heaving breasts.
"My, my, ain't she modest," Mullins said. "Give her the best fuck she ever had and she gets modest on you." He turned and opened his car door. "Relax while I take a pee," he said. "And you better relax real good, because it ain't over yet. You ain't going home all nightand, fact is, you may never get home in one piece."
In Viet Nam, Mullins had found that women put out better when they're afraid they're going to die. Whistling, he walked to a bush where he shook his heavy limp prick for a moment before the urine flowed, leaves rustling as the yellowy stream splattered. Mullins started to put his cock away, then figured what the hell, may as well leave it out, then changed his mind again, figuring it might be fun to make her fish it out with her tongue.
Still whistling, he turned to take the three steps back to the car, saw Suzie just then stepping out to make a run for it, raised his hand as he both lunged forward and started to speak, to warn her against taking off. The words never left the lunging man's mouth.
Suzie gasped in fright as he made that first quick step, knowing he was going to catch her. But as the big man took that one step, Suzie heard a thunk, although she heard it nowhere near so well as he, and then she watched him fall to his knees, holding his head. A rock, unseen, bounced to the ground.
She heard heavy footsteps and then a dark fast-moving form whizzed past the door and, like a kick-off in a football stadium, caught Mullins square in the solar plexus with a boot. The big man bent forward with a lurch, grabbing his midriff with an ouff!
When the dark form drew back to kick again, Mullins, seeing the movement out of his slit eyes, flopped onto his back and drew his revolver from his belt just as two more shadowy forms ran up from different directions, one of them in time to kick the gun from his hand. The gun hit the side of the Grand Torino and bounced. Attempting to get to his feet, Mullins put one hand on the ground, only to have it stepped on. He was held down, he was out of breath, and his head throbbed, a goose egg already forming on the back of it.
The first form flew forward with another football kick, his boot mashing into Mullin's face. He kicked him
again and then someone else kicked him from the side. The big man sagged to the ground, bleeding darkly in the night. He would have to see a dentist now.
Someone stomped the fallen, unconscious man in the groin, and someone else kicked him in the side. Suzie ran forward, her dress front falling and her breasts flopping freely as she pushed at the forms, her cohorts, screaming, "No! Don't kill him! That's enough!"
They stopped; what revolutionary would not defer to a woman's emotional sense of the just and unjust, especially when her white breasts bounced in foliage-dimmed moonlight? Suzie began to sob brokenly, sobbing at everything, at what had been done to her, at her own lasciviousness, at the prostrate human form lying brokenly on the ground.
Jack stepped forward, taking her in his arms. "My God, I thought we'd never find you."
"We found the tire marks in the dirt where he left the main road," someone said.
"Yeah, and we fanned out on either side of the dirt trail to find you."
"We figured he'd spook if he heard a car engine way out here," George said.
"We'd all gone by without finding you when we heard him whistle."
But as she sobbed helplessly in Jack's arms, Suzie heard none of it. They turned to walk back down the road. Air hissed from the slashed tires of a '69 Pontiac, the only sound on a still night.