Chapter 14
Tony was quiet as they waited for Pete to return with the rope. Cindy could not take her eyes off the forest, dark and menacing; Katie was out there someplace, frightened, hiding. Maybe she had made it to the road; everything would be all right if Katie had made it to the road...she could get the police and then the whole nightmare would be over.
Suddenly she looked at Tony. He was paying no attention to her; every once in a while he would pat the dog on the head or talk to it; but for the most part he was quiet, staring at the ground or into the forest; it was as if he had withdrawn completely into himself and had forgotten about her.
She took a step backwards. But a quick glance at Tony assured her that he hadn't noticed. If she could just get away before...but she stopped, her legs trembling, her heart beating wildly. He was watching her, out of the corner of his eye. She imagined suddenly that he was just waiting for her to try to escape; then he would either unleash the dog on her or come after her himself. And it would mean death either way, she was sure of it.
Before Cindy could decide what to do, Pete returned with a long length of rope. Maybe now! Now, while both men were busy tying the rope to the dog! Now was her chance!
But she was too late...too late, too late, they had finished!
"Come on, let's go." Tony said.
She followed, oblivious now of the sharp branches that were cutting into her flesh. She had just one hope: that somehow, by some miracle, Katie had managed to find her way out of the forest.
They traveled more slowly now. And every now and then, when the dog would lose the scent, they would all stop and wait, until suddenly, its black muzzle frantically sniffing and rooting among the dead rotting leaves of the forest floor, it would again catch Katie's smell, then the dog would lounge ahead, pulling and straining on the rope, dragging Tony along.
They had gone about a mile when the dog suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. Then, with a howl that sent shivers through Cindy's body, the dog broke away from Tony and raced towards a dense thicket of bushes. They ran after the dog and Tony quickly grabbed hold of the rope.
And there was Katie, trying desperately to crawl further into the bushes. Pete lunged at her and, catching her by the leg, dragged her out. She lay quietly looking up at them, her eyes filled with terror.
"Hold Blackie, Petey."
He handed Pete the rope and then bent down over Katie. She made a small movement, as if to escape. Tony grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the ground; she struggled frantically, gasping for air.
"You were going to get away, huh?" he rasped, his face twisted into a horrible grin. He smashed his fist hard against the side of her face and Cindy could hear the snap of delicate bones breaking. Katie stopped her struggling. Cindy felt sick; she looked at Katie, but her eyes were glazed and she lay very still.
Tony got up and walked around Katie. His face was more relaxed now after striking her, but his eyes still had a terrible, feverish gleam. As he continued to nervously pace around Katie's prostrate form he brought out his knife. Click! Click! Rhythmically he opened and closed it while, at the same time, muttering inaudibly. Then, the knife open, he stopped and once again bent down close to Katie.
"You tried to get away," he said calmly, "and if you had, we all would have gone back to that place." He looked directly into Katie's eyes. "No! No! No!" he screamed. "I'm not going back there!" And swiftly he brought the knife down, plunging it into the ground only inches from Katie's head.
"Get your clothes off," he demanded, his hand still gripping the handle of the knife.
But Katie looked at him dumbly. Her mouth opened slowly but no words came out...only a thin trickle of blood. Her terror-filled eyes met Cindy's.
Suddenly Tony reached over and tore the thin blouse from Katie's shoulders, revealing her delicate, girlish breasts. Moving around in front of her he stripped the jeans from her hips; she didn't resist.
"Give me the rope, Petey."
He took the rope from Tony and then cut it into two lengths. With one he bound Katie's hands behind her back. Still she didn't resist, as if she had no more strength. Taking the other piece of rope, he first tied her slim ankles together, then ran the rope around her neck; she couldn't move now without choking herself.
"You shouldn't have tried to get away." His voice was quiet, but laden with death.
Once again he doubled up his fist. He looked at Katie, helpless now, her slender legs spread. He pounded his fist softly on the ground, then smashed it hard against her delicate, slightly parted cleft. Katie let out an agonized scream as his fist smashed into her, bruising and breaking her sensitive, tender flesh.
Quickly he turned her over until she was almost kneeling, her slender ass raised high in the air. The rope tightened around her neck and she made small choking sounds. Tony ran his hand between her legs and in the warm crack of her behind. His eyes, as Cindy looked at him, had a strange faraway look, as if he was musing about something...there was an awful calmness about him.
"Come here Petey."
Pete walked over and held Katie while Tony searched for something on the ground. Oh, God, the knife, Cindy thought to herself. The knife was still stuck in the ground on the other side of Katie. But no, he wasn't looking for the knife. Cindy edged closer to Katie and Pete, her eyes on the knife. No one was watching her...Tony was still busy hunting along the ground and Pete now had his prick out and was trying to force it into Katie's clenched anus. Closer and closer she moved...still they didn't see her. And then her hands closed around the handle and she jerked it free...she was going to kill them, even if she suffered, even if she died. She brought the shining blade up...up, measuring the distance between herself and Pete...now, careful now. But just as the knife started its downward arc, she felt something smash against the back of her head. Stunned, she dropped the knife and started to turn around. But this time
Tony hit her harder and she slumped forward, unconscious. He stood over her, looking at the knife now lying on the ground, clenching the thick round piece of wood he had just brought down on the back of Cindy's head. He looked at Pete and grinned.
"Hey Petey, you almost got it."
"Yeah, I don't see what's so fucking funny about that." Pete still held Katie's haunches.
"O.K., O.K., forget it," Tony muttered. He stepped up behind Katie and, bending over, slapped her hard on both cheeks. Her eyelids fluttered, opening a little and then closed again. Tony grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her. She opened her eyes, but they were dull with pain.
Tony bent over her. His breathing became faster as his eyes traveled slowly over her young body. The knife was in his hand now and it was open. "Yes, yes, you're pretty," he moaned as he touched the skin of her stomach with the blade of the knife. He reached up with his other hand and squeezed her ripe young breast. Down went the blade, down across her stomach, down to the soft down between her legs. "Yes, yes, pretty. No! No! I'm not going back to that place!" he screamed, his eyes closed, his face twisted and contorted in some inner pain. He was motionless for a moment, one hand on Katie's breast, the other between her legs. "You're so pretty...you tried to get away...the police will take me back...." He moved closer to her, brought the knife up from between her legs and rested the blade between her breasts. Then he looked into her eyes. "Pretty and young," he murmured almost sadly. He looked at her breast and squeezed it hard. And, his eyes half closed and his breath coming in short gasps, he pulled on her young breast and sliced through it with the knife. Katie opened her mouth and screamed silently; her mouth opened...then closed...then opened.
"Please...please kill me!" she finally managed to whisper.
But Tony didn't hear her. He was in a trance, his eyes fixed upon her severed breast.
"Please...."
Startled, he looked at her.
"What?"
"Kill me...please, please, oh God...."
"Yes, yes." he murmured, swaying slightly -on his knees. "Yes." His eyes gleamed, he leaned forward over her body. He brought the bloodied knife once again to rest between her young thighs. Carefully, almost tenderly, he parted the delicate girlish cleft...the blade probed...he found her hole and slipped the knife in...the sharp cold steel traveled up...up...deep inside her. "Yes." His body stiffened. "Yes!" He ripped open her young belly...her head jerked back, her mouth opened.
She was dead.
Tony swayed back and forth on his heels. He was groaning. Quickly, with a crablike motion, he moved up to her head. Without looking down at her face he opened his pants and shoved his prick into her open mouth. He jerked twice and spilled himself into her.