Chapter 9
Chris, without even asking, knew what Ken was thinking. There was no missing the vibes. And, then Ken, every few seconds, would move his right hand to his crotch to adjust or stroke the obviously hard cock inside of his pants. Ken had been doing that, licking lips in accompaniment, ever since he'd returned from mailing the ransom demands. All the while, he kept looking at Susie McKnight who remained naked on the bed except for her lone blanket.
Chris watched Susie, and Ken, and Jim-the latter still tied securely to the chair. And Chris kept wondering-like Ken was wondering-how it would feel to get his broad blood-engorged cock rammed up Susie McKnight's tight and hair-fringed cunt.
Chris, after all, figured if Susie owed anyone a fuck, she certainly owed him one. Because of Talbot McKnight's refusal to settle the damned strike, Chris' wife had just picked up her bags and walked out on her husband. Chris didn't even know where she'd gone. He had called her parents; and, they insisted Peggy hadn't come home. But Chris figured that was exactly where Peggy had gone. Peggy's parents had never liked Chris anyway. They had higher aspirations for their daughter than just being the spouse of a coal miner.
Chris, of course, blamed the fact that his wife had left to there being no money coming in because of the strike. Peggy had liked spending money; and, while Chris had been working, there had seemed to be enough to satisfy her-especially since there had been no kids. When the money had run out, though, so had Peggy. In a way, Chris had had to settle for fucking his fist. There wasn't enough money for him to even get a good whore for an evening. Yes, by God, he wished he could yank out his cock right now, walk on over to that bed, and really put his stiff meat to that rich bitch's squirming cunt! Chris had enough cum bulging his nuts to fill a couple quart jars.
"Where do you suppose Linda is?" Chris asked, hoping to get his mind off both Susie and the hard cock aching inside his pants.
Ken shrugged. It was obvious his mind was occupied elsewhere than on Linda. As if to verify that, he looked up at Chris.
"Are you as anxious to fuck this bitch as I am?" Ken asked, his hand back on his crotch, rubbing the obvious huge bulge formed by his rock-hard meatiness.
"What we want, and what we do, are two different things, aren't they?" Chris asked. Linda had made it quite clear that their only chance of getting the strike settled amiably was to make sure the girl stayed safe.
"Why shouldn't we screw her?" Ken asked. "I want it. You want it. She wants it."
"Please don't try anything, Ken," Chris said. He had no desire to get into any knock-down drag-out fight with Ken just to protect Susie McKnight's cunt from ravagement. "We've been all over this with Linda. We screw the girl, and we screw up everything else in the same cock strokes."
"Oh, yea, well what would you say if I told you I didn't mail the ransom demands like you thought I did?" Ken asked, giving Chris a conspiratorial grin.
"You're kidding! Why wouldn't you have mailed them?"
"Because, I got to thinking that we were going at this all wrong," Ken said. "We're all a bunch of ignorant shits!"
"How do you figure that?" Chris asked cautiously. He knew that whatever Ken now said, it was all going to be geared toward one thing: getting his thick cock buried in Susie McKnight's tempting pussy. Chris told himself not to get sucked into any of Ken's schemes. Linda had explained to them both the importance of keeping their combined hands off Susie McKnight.
"We're kidnappers, you know?" Ken said. He had been thinking this all out. Now all he had to do was convince Chris. He had been going to wait until Linda got back, convincing them both at the same time; but, Ken had gotten just too hot and horny sitting there looking at that delectable bitch cowering on the bed behind that damnable blanket. So, he would convince Chris now so the both of them could get to the goodies faster. Then when Linda showed up, before she went into apoplexy at the sight of a cum-filled Susie and cum-messed bed, Ken would explain to Linda just why they were no longer going to play penny-ante shit when they should have been playing for bigger stakes all the way along.
"So, we're kidnappers," Chris said, waiting for Ken to go on. He doubted he was going to pay serious attention to what Ken had to say; but, Chris was interested in seeing what kind of imagine verbal gymnastics Ken was going to use to try and convince Chris that fucking Susie was quite all right.
"We've taken a big, big risk, kid," Ken said. "You know what kind of laws they've got for people who snatch other little people in this state? Well, let me tell you, they could very well send us up the river for one hell of a long time-if not forever. How do we know McKnight just won't settle the strike to get his daughter back and then put the thumbscrews on you and me anyway? What benefit is a strike settlement going to do us if we suddenly find ourselves in jail?"
"Linda said . . . "
"What in the fuck does Linda know?" Ken interrupted. "She's as stupid as we are. What does she really care if the miners go back to work or not? When you come right down to it, what do you and I care?"
"You're kidding!" Chris answered, not quite sure where any of this was getting them. "We work at the mine, remember?"
"The real question is this, my young friend: Just what in the fuck are the two of us so concerned about our fellow strikers for when it's just you and me who had the guts to grab the girl? Huh? We do all the work, take all the risks, possibly even end up going to jail no matter how this all turns out, and it's those lily-livered jerks who said hold off who are going to reap in all the bennies. Now, does that sound fair to you?"
Chris thought Ken had a valid point there. He waited for Ken to continue.
"We've got to change our way of thinking here, buddy. We've got to think less about those chicken-shit bastards and more about ourselves. You and I are sitting on a virtual gold mine here; and, what are we doing? We're thinking of begging old man McKnight to settle a strike that shit-head should have settled ages ago. I say, screw the old man really good; and, while we're at it, screw his tight-cunt daughter, too."
"You mean ask for money?"
"You're damned tooting ask for money, buster! Ask for a whole lot of money. Take it and run. Go somewhere. Who knows where? South America. Mexico. Europe. Leave this rat hole and the measly dole old man McKnight gives us to dig his fucking coal and make him richer. We've been ass-holes to take this risk and ask for mere chicken feed."
"How much do you think we could get?" Chris asked. Just because he was asking, he told himself, didn't mean that he was going to go along with any of this. He just wanted to hear a bit more.
'The sky is the limit!" Ken answered. "Hell, who knows? Why not ask a cool million? I'll bet the old man has that to spare and more."
Chris whistled. He had to admit, his share of that million was certainly a tempting enough morsel. He would have liked getting out of the mine once and for all. He could appreciate the irony that had made Peggy leave him on the eve of his becoming a very, very rich man.
"What about Linda?" Chris asked. He didn't know why, but he somehow suspected Linda would have been able to find a flaw in Ken's argument where Chris couldn't find one.
"We'll count her in," Ken said. "Why not? There'll be plenty of dough to go around when the old man pays off. Besides, even Linda can certainly see how much better this plan is for her. What was she getting before? The only advantage to settling the strike was getting me back to work so there'd be food in the house for her to cook. This way, she comes out with a nice nest egg for herself. Hell, she can go out and get herself another husband."
Ken certainly didn't plan to keep Linda around after he became a rich man. Linda was all right; but, a rich man could get some really nice stuff just by waving around a few hundred-dollar bills.
"Sounds good to me," Chris said, succumbing to Ken's reasoning. "Anyway, I think it certainly warrants talking it over with Linda."
"Why in the hell should we talk anything over with Linda?" Ken asked, getting to his feet. "You and I carried this off, didn't we? What did she do? Who the hell is she to be suddenly running the show? Huh? You tell me that!"
And that was another point Chris figured Ken successfully hammered home. Because, just why was Chris carrying out Linda's instructions? Linda had taken none of the real risks. She was just a silly-ass woman along for the ride.
"Look at this," Ken said, his right hand outlining the monstrous bulge along his left thigh. "Do you have one of these babies in your pants, buddy? If so, why? Why do we both have hard cock-s when our relief is just a fuck away? You think Susie's old daddy isn't still going to be willing to fork out a cool million to get back his merchandise just a little more used than it left him? Hell, yes, he's going to pay it! Better a slightly sullied daughter than no daughter at all."
Chris didn't know. It certainly sounded reasonable enough. Chris liked the rewards, too.
"I say, let's fuck this bitch until she's all fucked out, and then we can turn her over to her old man for a profit. What do you say?"
"You bastards won't get away with this," Jim said. He had been listening to the whole conversation. He had seen where Ken had been heading from the very beginning. Frankly, Jim had been surprised the idea hadn't hit them both sooner. Jim had found it a bit strange, even from the start, that these people were passing up possible big money just to end a miner strike.
"Just who is going to stop us? You?" Ken asked, giving a sarcastic laugh. He turned his attention back to Chris. He knew already, though, that he had his partner in crime convinced. "What do you think, Chris? What do you really think?"
Chris looked from Ken to the bed. He saw Susie's big, wide eyes peering at him over the edge of the blanket. Chris' hard cock gave a jerking inside his pants, leaking an ooze of clear pre-seminal juices as it did so.
"Yea, let's fuck her!" Chris said, getting to his feet, knowing that after they both put their cock-s to Susie's body Linda would have to see that there was no turning back.
"Pleeeeeez!" Susie squealed in fright from the bed, realizing more than anyone just what the impact of the two men's decision would have on her personally.
"I'm warning you bastards!" Jim sounded, once again struggling to be free. His ankles and wrists were already ringed with red rope burns.
"Save your breath!" Ken told Jim, beginning to undress. He was going to get himself just as naked as Susie was behind her blanket. "You just sit there and watch, and get yourself so horny your balls turn blue."
Chris hurriedly began unbuttoning his shirt, popping button in his hurry to get undressed as quickly as Ken was stripping. Now that Chris had made his decision, he was anxious to get started.
Susie watched from the bed, her eyes growing wider in helplessness and fear. She gasped audibly as Ken's pants and underpants dropped to reveal Ken's rock-hard penis. She gasped again when Chris's huge erection was uncovered. She shivered suddenly as the two naked men turned toward her in unison, their cock-s weaving in front of their bellies like huge phallic metronomes.
"Ready for the time of your life, sweetheart?" Ken asked, heading toward Susie, bringing Chris along in his wake.
"Noooooo!" Susie screamed, pressing her back so hard against the wall that she hurt. "Pleeeeeeez . . . NOOOOOOOOOOO!"