Chapter 8
They had been traveling for what seemed like hours and hours when at last Al pulled onto a small dirt road that intersected the main highway. They traveled that for a few minutes, slowing now and then to avoid the large rocks and the deep ruts. It didn't look to Cindy like anyone had been along the road for a long time.
There it is," Al said as they pulled up to a large ramshackle cabin surrounded by tall pines.
The windows, Cindy noticed, were almost all broken, the missing panes of glass replaced by wooden boards. The whole building looked to her like it might collapse at any minute. The steps creaked ominously as the five of them entered.
Cindy and Katie screamed as a huge black dog bounded toward them. It stopped halfway across the room and sniffed, as if it recognized the three men; then, sure of who they were, the dog wagged its tail vigorously.
"Hey Al, look!" yelled Tony. "Blackie's here. Hey, old boy, you've been up here for three months all by yourself."
He knelt in front of the dog and threw his arms around its neck. The other two men watched, mildly interested.
"You're a pretty smart dog, aren't you, taking care of yourself all this time. Hey, I'll bet you're hungry. But why did you run away? We looked all over for you. What's the matter, didn't you like us anymore?"
It made Cindy shudder, the way he was talking to the animal...as if Tony really believed the dog could understand.
"Hey Al, pretty smart dog, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah, smart dog. So you got him back. Now come on, we got things to do."
"Al doesn't like you," Tony crooned into the dog's ear. "But that doesn't matter, because I do. Now, don't run away again." His eyes were closed as he talked to the dog and his hands caressed the wiry black hairs on its head.
Tony got up, a hurt look on his face. As he walked over to join the two men, his hand dipped into his pocket. Cindy was sure he had his hand around his knife.
"Now look," Al said, "I'll be back as soon as I can. Tony, you keep that knife in your pocket, cause if you don't, you may just find it sticking out your back. O.K., I'll be back in a couple of hours," he said as he went out the door.
They all listened as the car crunched down the rock-strewn road, until, finally, the only sound was the whistling of the wind through the tops of the tall trees.
"Now," Tony said in a quiet voice, "wasn't that nice of Al to go away and leave us these two beautiful...." He hesitated. ". . . and it's been a long time, hasn't it, Pete, since we had anything this nice?"
"Yeah, it sure has...it sure has," Pete answered, laughing, looking first at Cindy and then at Katie. "And you know what, Tony?" he continued, his eyes now on Katie, "I'll bet this one still has her cherry. Isn't that right, baby?" He got up from the cot and walked over to where Katie was standing; seeing him approach, her beautiful blue eyes grew large with fright. "Isn't that right?" he repeated. "I'll bet you never had it up between your legs. Ah, come on now, I'm not going to hurt you. Why don't you take those pants off and we'll have some fun." He looked down at the jeans that fit snugly around Katie's slim, almost boyish hips. "I bet you're real nice, so let's see it," he continued, his tone more demanding.
Katie looked at Cindy for help. Both girls were standing in the middle of the room, the two men standing between them and the door. But even had they been able to escape, there was no place to go...just the forest. They looked at each other helplessly, knowing, with a sinking feeling in the pits of their stomachs, that they were helpless. Cindy looked away, out of one of the unbroken windows, and she suddenly wondered about Al. But Tony interrupted her thoughts, and, as if reading her mind, he said:
"Don't worry about Al, honey; he's a long ways away. Besides, he doesn't care what we do, just so long as we don't hurt you...and we don't want to hurt you, we just want to have a little fun. Only it'll be easier if you cooperate."
Cindy stared at him in disbelief, at his eyes which now gleamed as if they were on fire. She remembered the knife in his pocket; he would use it, too, if they didn't cooperate; and he would tell Al that they had tried to escape. She looked at the other man, Pete; he was standing in front of Katie, his fingers on the top button of her pants; and his own pants bulged as his excitement rose.
"O.K. now, baby, take your pants off," Pete repeated.
But first, before she had time to comply with his demand, he took her slender trembling hand and pressed it against the front of his pants.
"Feel it, baby...rub it...yeah, that's it; you like the way it feels, baby?"
As she felt him through his pants, as her fingers grasped the unfamiliar object, squeezing it and feeling his warmth, Katie looked up at him, tears in the corners of her big eyes. But her breathing, now, was coming faster, matching his own, and she closed her eyes as his fingers fumbled with the front of her jeans. He slipped the jeans from her slim hips; she gasped as the cool air hit her bare thighs. She was wearing a pair of Cindy's brief panties-they just covered her tender mons. Pete jerked them down over her hips and ran his hand up between her slender legs. But she locked her trembling thighs around his hand.
"Oh no, no, no!" she cried in a weak, frightened voice. "Please don't, please!"
He tumbled her to the floor, his hand still between her naked loins, then pulled his hand free and tugged the jeans and panties all the way off. "No, no!" she moaned as he ripped open the thin blouse that covered her tender virginal breasts. Getting out of his own pants, revealing his upraised red-tipped penis, he fell on top of her, wedging a hairy leg between her locked thighs to spread her. Now, her pink virginal sex open, he plunged into her young belly, undaunted by her screams of pain or the thin trickle of blood that spotted her white skin. Further and further he plunged, excited and spurred on by the incredible tightness of her vagina. He grunted as he slipped up her channel, and, holding her small smooth bottom with his hands, he raised her up, spreading her even more, until, finally, he could go no farther and he lay quietly for a moment, couched between her soft, girlish thighs, the wiry black hair around his prick rubbing against the soft yellow down covering her sex.
Katie's eyes were closed, tears streaming from beneath her closed lids, her golden hair spread out around her head. As he lay quietly between her legs, her own thighs, which had been rigid with the pain of his assault, began slowly to flutter...but these little involuntary tremblings gave way to deliberate movements; she raised and lowered her legs and pressed them gingerly against his body. Excited by her movements, he renewed his plunging up her narrow channel. She moaned and gasped with pain.
"Oh, no, don't...it hurts!" she cried.
But now she was only half sure that she wanted him to stop. Once again she pressed her legs against his body, but tighter this time; and, as he moved inside her, she began to move with him, clumsily at first, causing him to slip out several times; each time he reentered her tight vagina, her cries were less those of pain and more of pleasure, until finally she reached down and with her own slender fingers she guided his prick between the folds of her tender cleft...and as she felt him enter her, she slung her legs over his back and sighed; the color rushed back into her pretty face and she moaned through half-parted lips.
Suddenly he withdrew his sex from between her thighs, "Turn over, I want it the other way too," he commanded her, his voice hoarse with excitement.
"Oh no, you can't! Take me instead," Cindy pleaded.
"Can't I baby; you just watch." Pete roughly turned Katie over onto her stomach, running his hands over her small, tight bottom.
"You want it this way too, huh?" he said to Cindy, his face twisted into a leering smile. "Yeah, I'll bet you're nice back there."
He turned his attention back to Katie. Kneeling between her legs to force them apart, he ran his hand between the mounds of her bottom. Finding her anus, he pushed his finger in. Katie cried out in pain. He pushed harder, but she violently contracted her muscles so that, hard as he pushed, he could only get his finger in a little way. Grinning, he bent over Katie's back and whispered something into her ear.
"Oh no, no...please, you wouldn't!" she moaned, turning her head around frantically, trying to catch sight of Cindy.
"Oh Cindy...." But she could say no more. She burst into tears, her sobbings shaking her whole slender body.
"She's too tight," Pete said. "Get the stuff, Tony."
Tony had been watching, an amused smile on his face. He went to a cabinet and returned with a jar of Vaseline. Pete took the jar from Tony. Kneeling between Katie's opened legs, he looked over at Cindy.
"You, come here!"
Cindy walked over. She could not take her eyes off the prostrate body of her young cousin, and the tears were now flooding her own eyes as she imagined what was about to happen.
"Here, you know what to do," Pete said as he handed her the jar of Vaseline.
She took it without once looking at him. Opening the jar and dipping her fingers into the greasy substance, she smeared it gently around Katie's tightly contracted anus. She inserted one finger, then two, hoping to make it easier for Katie by widening her a bit. But Pete was growing impatient, and he tore her hand away and made ready to plunge into tne young girl's bottom.
"Spread her!" he commanded.
And Cindy obeyed. With her own hands she spread her young cousin's small, soft mounds. She watched as Pete's rigid sex worked its way up the now slippery channel. As soon as Katie felt him enter her, she gasped and tried frantically to escape. She wriggled and squirmed, but her frantic movements only served to push him in deeper. He slid in easily now, all the way; Katie's pretty face was twisted and contorted with unbearable pain and her head suddenly slumped to the floor, as if she had momentarily passed out. He climaxed almost at once, grunting and pushing hard against the springy flesh of her bottom. Getting up from her limp body, he grinned at Tony.
"You want to try her?" he asked.
"Later," replied Tony, looking at Cindy.
Cindy was kneeling beside Katie, stroking her long blonde hair in an attempt to comfort her. But she could do nothing to stop Katie's pitiful sobbings.
"Come here, beautiful," Tony said, looking down at Cindy.
She rose with a last look at Katie who was now gently rubbing the two holes that had just been entered, trying to soothe the pain now stabbing at her front and back.
As Cindy stood up and waited for the two men to tell her what to do, she was determined not to give them any more pleasure than she could help. She would do whatever they wanted. . . because she had no choice. But she would do it mechanically, only because she had to. Let them take what they wanted, let them do whatever their twisted minds desired...she would show no feeling, she would be just an instrument. It was the only way she had left to fight them.
"She's not wearing any panties," Tony said, grinning at Pete.
Pete reached down, grabbed the ends of her short skirt and raised it high up over her hips.
She gasped in spite of herself as he bared her full, sensuous loins. But she caught herself and showed no expression as he ran his fingers through the silken triangle of hair between her legs.
"Hey, she doesn't like it, Tony," said Pete humorously.
"Yeah, I know something she'll like," answered Tony as he gazed into her expressionless face.
"Lie down on the bed, beautiful," he said, "but keep your clothes on...I like it that way. You're going to like this baby...you're really going to like this...."
His words sent a shiver of fear through Cindy; she looked into his crazily gleaming eyes, trying to read his thoughts. But what could he do? What could he do? And why was she afraid ?