Chapter 9
Carla trod decisively down the long, lonely stretch of Johnson Road. She thought about herself, about Paul and about Mae. Paul, she realized, had become entrapped in Mae's lethal web and snared in the venomous threads of her game, couldn't fight loose. Poor, drunken Chet. Probably drunk and passed out in the van. Without Paul to taunt and Chet to degrade, the black widow spider would be righteously caught in her own web.
Self-confidence and a sense of well being within herself soared as the moon rose high in the sky. No longer would she wither in Mae's threatening presence and if Paul was fool enough to fall into her trap, then he deserved losing her. Jealousy was a bitter pill to swallow, no matter what rationale you washed it down with.
Ahead the metallic glimmer of Chefs camper van shone under the moonlight. A beam of light shone from the window. Carla squared her shoulders for the showdown. Her mind started to race. Determinedly, her slender legs scissored toward the van, without a glance to right nor left. She sensed that Paul hadn't returned. Probably moping in some bar feeling sorry for himself, she snickered with a curl of the upper lip.
And that was her last thought ... from that point on Carla was too terrified to think.
They rushed at their prey, attacked her from inside the second her tennis shoe stepped on the mottled red carpet, had plotted her demise from the first shadowed movement coming unaware and on foot. They threw her down on the bed and clamped salty hands over her mouth, muffling her scream.
Carla's blood froze in her veins from the first glimpse into the disfigured face, her eyes shooting wildly to the shorter one's leathered features. Knocked down on the sofa, she felt her head hit flesh ... naked flesh ... Mae's flesh! Kicking, she gouged her pearly teeth into her attacker's hand; but it was too late. He had an accomplice-human and a knife!
The sharpened tip of a cold blade was jabbed under her chin. "I won't think nothin' about slicing your throat, honey ... better sit still." She felt the tip prick her skin. She screamed, again a hand clamped over her mouth. "You don't believe me, ask yer girl friend here."
Carla choked; her throat was bone dry and aching. Her eyes riveted on the knife blade. Compliantly, she nodded her head, agreeing to their games. They let her go-for the moment. There in the confines of the camper van, she turned her head toward Mae. Was that lifeless body she'd been tossed against dead? Maimed? Raped? Carla's terrified eyes stared in meaningful contact for the first time that day into Mae's horror-struck orbs. Fear and terror flashed between them like lightning. When the tall one spoke, both women shivered, knowing the worst was yet to come.
Chuck chortled cruelly. "Okay, you cunts ... we been watchin' you fucking and suckin' balls and cocks and assholes-now we wanne see ya suckin' each other's cunt!"
The man Carla had glimpsed spying on her had not been a figment of her imagination. The abandoned backpack and cooler, the slam of the car hood ... it was all falling together into an ugliness so black she felt dizzy.
"You two," she heard the tall one admit, "is two a the prettiest lookers we seen yet." He jerked his head toward Shorty. "He ain't had much pussy since he come back from Nam ... he don't hear too good or see too good, so I want you two girls to get nice and close."
Carla feared she might vomit when she stared up into the wild eyes of the war victim. And the smell of them filled the van-that and the heady scent of musk. Behind her she heard Mae and knew that they had raped her. She should have felt pity for the lush-bodied sex-pot, but something forbid emotion. Her thoughts fled to Paul, and she cursed him for not being here to protect her.
Both women were paralyzed in fear. "I said git naked, you dumb bitch!" barked Chuck, brandishing the knife before Carla's dilated pupils. "I wouldn't wanna git this van all bloodied up ... people git kinda touchy 'bout stuff like that ..."
His intentions were unmistakable. Carla's heart pounded in her chest; her throat was dry, her stomach in a knot. Gently, she let her eyes close as if in expectation and acceptance of death. She knew that before Paul came back to camp, one of the two ugly rapists would have put his cock in her. She had to fight ... had to live through this outrage no matter what horrors they forced her into. She was far too in love with life to hesitate a second with that ugly-faced man brandishing his knife under her throat.
"I said git naked!" His breath was foul on her face, the knife, sharp against her jugular vein.
Slowly, hands inching down to the hem of her sweater so as not to create any jarring movements that would spark off their rage ... to leave her bleeding to death with her throat split from ear to ear. Her fingers froze as she hauled up the bulk of her sweater, pausing as the first rush of cold air bit at her stomach knotted with fear. Something she heard made her stop in mid-movement. It was the whine of a zipper. She closed her eyes, praying to forces above this was not true. It seemed incongruous, humorous, even, in a sardonic way that she had survived the wilds of Los Angeles her entire life and now, on the privacy of a beach she would lose her life.
"I said git naked!"
Behind her, Mae sparked to life. "Do it ... please," she sobbed.
Stealing herself for the worst, Carla yanked her sweater up over her head, leaving her breasts naked, the rounded spheres of her breasts swollen with fear and goosebumping in the night. Her nipples fear-hardened, crinkling from the soft mounds of her breasts. The haplessly wounded vets stared at her full, womanly figure. Carla stared at the floor, blood singing in her ears.
"I thought Blondie here was the tits girl ... you got nice ones, honey, a little smaller but damned nice," congratulated Chuck.
Slowly, she worked at the zipper of her jeans, easing them down over the curve of her hips, leaving her lacy white panties to cover her nakedness. Down over her hips she peeled then, hooking her thumbs in the waistband to haul them down over her buttocks and finally over her thighs to her knees.
Out of the corner of her eye she watched him as intensely as they watched her, averting her eyes when they met. She stepped free of them, leaving them crumpled at her feet. Hesitating, she balked as her fingers froze on the elastic waistband of her bikini panties ... until Chuck waved the knife under her nose, laughing jubilantly. That was enough for Carla ... in a flash she'd had pulled them down over her swelling thighs and spread her legs slightly to peel them down over her smooth calves. Instinctively, her hand snapped to her pelvis to cover her fluffy triangle, while the other arm clamped over her breasts. Their lusty gaze was too much. A tear stung in her eyes.
Naked and vulnerable with two demented creatures who had performed Lord only knew what indignities upon Mae ... what could she do? What good was modesty? The men ogled her smoothly flaring hips, the arch of her buttocks.
"Spread yer legs, bitch and bend over ... I wanna see yer cunt close up this time." He snickered. "You miss yer panties up there on the mountain top? You know what happened to em? I cum in 'em ... squirt my cum right where your pussy was. How you like that?"
Carla feared she might be sick. Her face grew crimson red, but obeying his instructions, she bent over, placing her sweating hands on her trembling knees, opening up the soft crevice of her genitals to his eyes. With her hands resting on the mattress feet above the van floor and Chuck standing behind her, she was an easy target for anything. Abruptly he stiffened, arching her back and throwing back his head. She sucked in her breath as a cold bony finger bored unwetted into the taut ring of her anus ... up to the second knuckle. She tried to squirm away, but he held her captive with one finger hooked in the tender passage. She couldn't jerk away ... there was that knife. "Please ..." she whimpered.
The act was humiliating, but the witness damningly. She imagined Mae's snickers as she watched Paul's wife-to-be defiled so shamelessly. And her tormentor was reveling in it, squirming his bony digit inside the buttery tissues of her nether hole.
"Nice 'n tight, nice n' tight. Okay girlies ... now let's see some action." His eyes fled to Mae cowering in the corner. He jerked his head in her direction. "What's the matter, Blondie ... you was all hot sucking my cock ... now let's see what them lips can do with a pretty cunt like this one's." Lewdly, he licked his finger and said: "I seen ya fucking that bastard with the sports car back there near the cave ... lettin' him fuck you in the ass ..."
Carla feared she might pass out. She was afraid to meet his cold eyes and more afraid of Mae's tight smirk. It seemed there were no secrets left.
"You two's gonna play Cong whores ... just like the bitches who sucked us in and blew us up-the cunts!" He pointed to Mae. "Get on your back so I can see your cunt." She didn't argue, but whimpered as she lay trembling back on the mattress. She lay perfectly still, not protesting as long as he kept the knife a safe distance from her baby face. He grabbed her slender ankles and she clenched her tear-filled eyes tightly, lower lip trembling, knowing she was going to die. With his hands, he pried open the hair-lined slit of her pussy so that he and his buddy could see the pouting lips. They were still swollen from earlier sex with Paul.
"Looks like you been screwin' already," he sneered.
His attention turned to Carla. "Git down there and start suckin' cunt, bitch!" Without hesitation, Carla obeyed; the look on his ugly face was beyond murderous-contempt, pain and bitterness shone in his eyes. She placed her knees at Mae's side and knelt on all fours as she was ordered, awaiting the next humiliating, perverted instruction. Her breasts dangled ripely from her chest as she knelt and as Mae breathed in and out, they lightly touched her naked body; the pink nipples tingled and quivered, but this time not with excitement, but revulsion and dread.
The idea of having sex with a woman was beyond repulsion. Her stomach began to bubble in dread. Worse: To make love to the woman she utterly despised was emotional punishment beyond the horrors of any World War II concentration camp. That she would be tasting her fiance's sperm struck her between the eyes like a sledge hammer. But do it she must ... or die.
"Git on with it!" growled Chuck.
For the first time Carla managed to speak, but the words hung in her dry throat; she managed finally to choke them out: "Please ... I can't ... not with her ... not with Mae!" Her pleas fell on deaf, uncompassionate ears, but Mae saved her the trouble of another try.
"Don't worry ... I won't hurt you," offered Mae, stretching flat on her back beneath Carla. "It's not so bad once you get used to it." She gazed up at the man with the knife. "Right?" One more baby-faced grin up at their tormentor to test his vulnerability. But Chuck was the winner and Mae knew it. Her charms weren't working on this one.
Now Mae could see all of Carla's lusciously naked body kneeling above her, the female scent of her genitals filling her nostrils. Her full breasts teased over Mae's naked abdomen if she breathed hard enough to raise it that high; the effect was titillating, exciting ... could have been a treat under different circumstances. The slim, creamy thighs were just a few inches from her face now. The warm, inviting hairy slit nestled there above the fleecy down of Carla's pubic mound was a tongue-lash away. She had to admit that Paul was a lucky man for having a woman as beautiful and flawless as Carla.
Now she reached up and locked her soft hands around the curve of Carla's back and pulled her trembling pelvis toward her waiting lips. She sensed Carla tense and pull away, and to speed the act she relaxed and lowered her loins to Carla's face. A shiver raced through Carla's body as Mae's pubic fluff brushed her nose, filling her nostrils with the heady scent of sex. Closing he eyes, Mae pressed her lips hard against the moist lips of Carla's vagina and felt the other tense, her thigh muscles growing hard and sinewy. But Carla, terrified; followed her leader and lowered her own lips until her auburn head was cradled against the flat plane of Mae's belly and touching the hard mound of her pubis.
Tentatively, cautiously, Carla touched her lips to the fragrant cleft between her foe's legs, fully aware of the shivers that her gentle touch sent through Mae's belly. It wasn't as disgusting as she'd feared, though she was still fighting to hold back choking nausea in her throat. She followed the instructions of her teacher, and as Mae began to nibble tenderly on the soft, ragged lips, she returned the same favor.
Don't think ... don't think ... don't let yourself know that Mae has made love to Paul with this part of her body ... don't go insane ... just act out their perversions and live!
Yet she couldn't escape the haunting eyes or their two tormentors. It was all so insane ... so crazy, wondered if this insane day might be some psychotic fantasy. But it was real, very real. She was making love to another woman, the woman who'd tried to lure Paul away with her cheap sex and cheaper emotions. The Barbie doll of LA.
Still, she could not deny the soft touch of another woman's satiny, naked body, so tender and delicate compared to the hard muscled virility of men with their hairy bodies.
Mae's tender nibbling between her widespread thighs grew more frantic, almost desperate in intensity, almost as if Mae were enjoying this salacious feast under the direction of two moronic uglies!
Curiosity softened repulsion and she burrowed her slithering tongue between the girl's pussy lips to find the hot, moist slit. Mae's tongue snaked in and out of her Carla's pussy hole, and a quiver of titillation passed through her as she felt Carla's body begin to writhe and squirm under the wicked tonguing. Mae's snaked tongue slipped in and out of that wet hole, prodding lizardlike the sensitive walls, making Carla shiver and goosebump with guilty desire.
Carla eased her licking motions in a fit of dizziness. The reality of making love to another woman was too hellishly damning. But the cold nudge of a steely blade at her throat quickened her pace once more. Her tongue burrowed back between Mae's pussy lips, nibbling and sucking slurpingly. She told herself she was feigning pleasure ... but this time something different, some signal she couldn't pinpoint told her differently. It's impossible, she thought. I can't be enjoying this-not with Mae!
Carla struggled to fight down that damning sensation, to suppress and unnatural desire. It started as a tiny fluttering deep in her belly, then shot up to her breasts and centered in the tingling tips of her mammary glands. The harder she fought it, the stronger became the sensation until now it overwhelmed her body and soul. A sense of power surged through her knowing she could excite Mae, the lusty sexpot, and the fact that she was making Mae the submissive one (for once) in front of two men added to her supremacy. She loved the feel of Mae squirming as she held her arms locked around the small of her back, forcing her pussy down against her probing, sucking, nibbling lips. Lips that searched and explored every pore, every crevice, every fold of the woman's soft yielding pussy, snaking into the warm, tight hole, flicking playfully at the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Carla wasn't the only one feeling the effects of lesbian love.
Mae could feel the delicious heat welling in her pussy, titillating the frustrating itch of unsatisfying onenistic love making. She thought it was a man's cock she needed, boring into her belly, but oh, how wrong she was! Carla's slithering tongue slicking into the lubricated hole between her quivering thighs was doing wondrous things to her libido ... in a way a man never could. Every pore of her body secreted desire and she gripped desperately with raspberry fingertips the other's naked hips while she ground her baby face into her quivering cunt, ramming her long velvety tongue as far up into that cry hole as it would go.
The women mewled and cried and mashed their faces into each other's pussies as if their life depended upon on it-and indeed it did! "Jesus, look at them bitches!" snorted Chuck, a look on his face of a sex monger. His face and that of his short friend were inches from the girls' naked, squirming bodies, their flesh glistening and sheened from the heat generated from their own bodies and that of the electric heater that had been kicked over in the fray.
Carla tried to shut out all thought and center all attention on feeling ... on sensation. Sobbing, she sucked and kissed and licked just as Mae was doing to her until the two women had become one ... a sobbing, moaning tangle of female flesh, forced into this disgusting act by the brutality of two demented men. They'd found a common depth of feeling, of sharing, a pinnacle of passion they'd never known before; neither fought it now, not even Carla. She was lost in her own forbidden wickedness, the prohibited pleasure.
Mae stiffened and let out a cry straight from her anguished loins. "Ahhhh! C-Carla ... I'm cumming! Don't stop ... please, I'm cumming!" Her body heaved and thrashed wildly beneath the other's weight, and Mae red fingertips dug into the other's satiny hips and held her prisoner to her hungry, nibbling lips. She sucked hard and fast, chewing like a starved child on the fleshy lips and pulsating, quivering nipple of her clitoris. She could feel Mae was teetering on the light splattered brink of orgasm, and knew that in a few more seconds she, Carla would have the power of pushing her over that brink. She sucked and kissed and licked the tender pink lips until ...
"AAAHHH!" Mae's body went board stiff, breathing snorted from her flaring nostrils and every nerve in her sensitive body pulsed with a mind shattering orgasm. Their quivering bodies were one, locked and fused together by tongues and cunts. One unbroken curve of soft female flesh ... drawn together in total subjugation in this act of lesbian love. Their nudity wriggled and squirmed together in a passionately desperate need of raging girl lust.
Then it was Carla's turn. Stars sprinkled before her eyes and all sensation was centered in the oily bud of her clitoris. It pulsed as if someone were holding an electrical cord to that tender bud, sizzling and electrocuting all emotion ... and the knowledge that they were held prisoners by two demented war veterans bent on destroying them ... but only after they'd tormented them to the fullest.
Now, orgasms spent they collapsed in a panting heap. Rational returned slowly to Carla and she wanted to cry from the shame of it; but tears refused to come. What use was crying?
Beside the fire, groveling in the sand, hands rope-tied behind his back, Chet squirmed in semi consciousness. He struggled to rise to his feet; that's when he discovered his ankles were bound too. Breathing short, labored behind the dirty rag stuffed between his lips and tied behind his head. Beside him the fire was dying. A cold fear suffused his drunken body like the crawl of a dead snake up his spine.
His blood shot eyes lifted toward the van. A splash of light shone through the van window. Hysterical female crying stung his ears in echoes of self-denegrading guilt. The effort of craning his neck was too much and his head flopped lifelessly down onto the sand. As he drifted off into a stupor, female cries stung the air.
Mae! Someone was hurting her bad. What kind of a man was he to leave a woman alone? Black guilt blanketed those thoughts and he fell into a deep sleep, one he wished he'd never awaken from.