Chapter 11
Pat quickly stifled a scream as she came face to face with the nightmare that had somehow taken over her husband's study. It didn't seem real at first; so incredibly out of place that she first thought it was some sort of joke.
But one look at Lawrence's face told her it was no joke. He was seated at his desk just as the hooded intruders had found him when they pried open the screen in the part of the garage still used for storage, and climbed in. She could only stand there, one foot on the top step, the other on the second, caught in mid-stride, and stare at the two men and two women that were lined against the opposite imitation-walnut wall. The girls were wearing jeans, the men khaki work-pants; but the black T-shirts and the hoods more than accomplished their purpose: Pat was paralyzed with fear, her mouth half-open, but unable to utter a sound. Finally one of the men broke the silence.
"We've been waiting for you, Mrs. Davies. Won't you come in and join us? We've just been having a friendly chat with your husband." It was then she noticed the small revolver the man was holding; in the shock of finding four hooded strangers in her home, she'd forgotten to notice if they were armed.
"What. . . what do you want?" she asked weakly. "Who are you people?"
The man with the gun laughed; she could see his eyes squint through the narrow slits in the hood. "We'll ask the questions, if you don't mind. I want you to pull yourself together real neat like, 'cause we're going in the living room with the rest of the family. You wouldn't want to be impolite and keep us out here in the garage, would you?"
"What do you want in the living room? We have no money here ... no jewels. We're not rich people. If it's money you're after, why don't you go to Pacific Heights? We've got nothing you want." Her voice was beginning to crack as she thought of the children innocently watching television just a few feet away.
"Oh, you'd be surprised what we're looking for, Pat Davies," said the man. "But you'll find out soon enough. Now, let's all go very quietly into the living room. Mr. Davies, you lead the way. And go in ahead of us to tell the kids, so they won't be screaming or making a lot of noise ... I don't want a lot of noise, you understand? We'll be right behind you, with this gun aimed at your wife, in case you've got any crazy ideas about getting your names in the papers."
Lawrence rose uneasily from his swivel chair. "I give you my word I won't try anything, if you'll only be careful with that gun. I've got two children in there and . . ."
The man with the gun raised his hand to silence Mr. Davies. "Just be cool, Larry old boy. I'm not planning to hurt anybody. I just want to be one of the family, you know what I mean?"
One of the girls laughed, and he motioned Lawrence up the stairs and into the main part of the house. They followed close behind, staying out of sight until he could explain as best he could to Kathi and Kerry that there were some rather unusual visitors in the house. And for them not to be afraid, but do everything the man with the gun asked.
They could see from the look on the youngster's faces that even that forewarning was far from adequate. Kathi burst into tears almost immediately when she saw the hooded figures enter the room, following her mother and father.
One of the females left the room, and returned with four equal pieces of strong rope, retrieved from the window ledge where they'd left it on their way into the house.
Lisa Daniels shivered from the chill as her body was drained of its warmth by the last, powerful jolt of amphetamine. She'd soared so high on speed this time, she knew even the heroin wouldn't bring her back down. The warm Davies' house felt suddenly very cold and damp through the tautly stretched fabric of her black T-shirt. The shirts'd been part of Levi's surprise; they were a part of the rest of it. She couldn't remember agreeing to come along on this crazy hunt, but if Holly and Richard were along, she figured it must be okay. Like distant echoes through a long, hollow pipe, she could hear the Davies and Levi talking back and forth. Sometimes a word or phrase would slip through intact. But mostly sounds and noises. She tried closing her eyes to shut off the blinding flashes that zapped past her face, but they were just as visible with her eyes shut.
The accountant sat between his wife and daughter on the sofa, and Richard stood behind them, eyeing the lovely Kathi Davies.
The pretty seventeen year old brunette had put on white linen shorts and a white jersey pullover top, under which she had a bra and panties. Her legs were bare and a delicious sight indeed from her trim chiseled ankle to the long elegance of her slightly curving thigh which disappeared under the edge of her shorts. The warm ivory skin twitched and quivered, as Kathi became aware of Richard's steady stare, and she lowered her eyes and twisted her fingers together tightly. She was flustered and more than a little afraid. Her long dainty bare toes twisted nervously in her thong sandals and Richard looked down at them. He was trying to imagine the young girl stark naked, under him on the bed, spreading her legs for a really good fucking. He agreed with Levi that the mother would be first, then the ripe young daughter for dessert. What a helluva lot of fun this could turn out to be!
Levi ordered the two women tied together, and Richard took charge of the job. He made them stand up side by side, and then squatted down with a cord in his hands, his eyes greedy detailing the temptingly visible charms of his two captives. Pat Davies was wearing a light blue cotton dress, flesh colored stockings and thonged rubber sandals. Her voluptuous figure excited him, and he could feel his prick hardening as he stared up at her. Pat turned away, red with shame and embarrassment as she saw the hooded man glance up under her skirt to see what she was wearing. It was a white pan tie-girdle whose tabs clung snugly to the tops of her flesh-colored hose.
Levi tied the two male Davies together securely and settled comfortably in a large, overstuffed chair opposite the family. The four of them sat watching the terrified family for a long time, not saying anything, just staring at them endlessly through their narrow eye slits.
"What'ya say we get on with what we come for," asked Richard impatiently. "I'm about ready for a fine piece of tail."
Levi nodded, "How about it, Pat honey? How about you and me knocking off a quickie back there in the bedroom?"
"Oh Lawrence!" Pat tearfully exploded, "Don't let him touch me! Please!"
"Please!" Lawrence Davies hoarsely begged, "You can't mean what you said. Surely you don't plan to ... to ... "
Levi finished it for him. "To screw your old lady? Why shouldn't we? It looks like to me there's plenty for all of us. After all, what's a little fucking among friends?"
"My God, you can't mean that!" Lawrence Davies eyes were wide with horror and revulsion.
"Oh, I'm afraid we do," answered Levi. "But you needn't worry about the clap or anything like that. Me and my buddy here, we're clean. But we might have to rough up the girls here a little if they decide not to come across nice and easy like. So why don't you put it to them and see if they won't make things a little easier on all of us, okay?"
Lawrence Davies tucked desperately at his bound wrists, but Levi only laughed. "You shouldn't take it so hard, my friend. After all, you've had that woman of yours for what . . . about twenty years now. And it's not like we're going to rape them, you know. I mean, we don't want any rough stuff unless it's forced on us. We're going to give the ladies the chance to go into the bedroom all nice and peaceful. I think we're being more than fair, don't you?"
"Oh, Mother, please! Don't let them! I don't want to," Kathi wailed. With her one free hand, Pat Davies leaned over and stroked her daughter's hair, trembling violently as she looked over her shoulder at her husband.
"Oh, Lawrence, please don't let them hurt Kathi. I'll . . . I'll offer myself in her place. Anything . . . she's never had a man before."
Levi considered her proposition as if he really intended to buy it, "Say, that's not a bad deal. You've got a right nice pair of tits there. And the rest looks like it might by okay, too."
"Oh, my God!" Lawrence Davies moaned, bowing his head and closing his eyes. Young Kerry Davies couldn't speak; he just stared across at the couch where his mother and sister sat, and yet in the midst of his frantic worries for their safety, there came a nagging, lascivious desire! He remembered seeing his older sister frigging herself on her bed one Saturday afternoon when everyone, including himself, was supposed to be away. Maybe he would get to see her being fucked! And his mother, too, stripped down naked and made to spread her legs for one or both of these men. He tried to fight the evil thought, but his cock began to stiffen anyway at the prospect.
"I think the broad's offer was a good one," said Richard, "How about let's getting on with it." He knew Levi had no intentions of passing over Kathi, but it was fun to string the Davies along. It gave them something to hope for. He took another look at the young beauty, and caught her eyes looking his way. She quickly turned away, her face flushed with color. Boy, it was going to be great getting this squirmy, nervous little piece of tail out of those teasy shorts and into bed. He'd show her the ropes, give her something she'd never had before and probably never would be lucky enough to get again.
Levi turned to Pat Davies. "I'm ready anytime you are, honey. What'ya say we move it on into the bedroom. I'll be your first fuck."
Helplessly, trembling frantically at the lewdness of those words and of the desperate predicament she now faced. Pat took a deep breath and whispered, "I'll go with you now . . . any time you're ready."
Her mother's instinct had hatched a plan: she would agree to do anything they asked, even more, if they would only leave Kathi alone. She knew she was a virgin, and the thought of her precious baby being raped made her sick to her stomach. She hoped she could reason with them; maybe they'd listen to her plea.
Levi led the way into the bedroom. "You won't regret this move at all, baby. You'll be glad you made the right move when I'm finished with you."
She closed the door behind her and stood waiting, her breasts heaving with the turbulence of her emotion, "I want your word that you won't harm Kathi. I want you to promise me you'll leave her alone. You can do anything you like to me, if you'll just spare her."
Levi left his hood on, for obvious reasons, and kicked off his shoes. "You're not really in a bargaining position, Mrs. Davies, but I'll think about it. Right now you'd better concentrate on making me happy first of all, or there won't be any question about my decision. C'mon . . . let's see what're you made of under that dress."
"My God, please, not my little baby Kathi . . . she's my only daughter. I'd die if anything happened to her. I don't want to see her life ruined. Please!"
"You're talking too much. Besides, my buddy is out there making plans to get inside that kid of yours right now. I'd have a tough time talking him out of it now. And anyway, two broads to fuck are always better than one."
"Don't talk like that.. . please. I'll do anything, but please don't hurt my Kathi."
"We'll talk about that later. Right now, I want you bare-assed naked and ready for fucking."
His hardened cock was poking against the material of his trousers. Pat shuddered and then stooped, catching the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head and shoulders. Levi sucked in his breath and his eyes suddenly glazed with desire. In her bra and panty-girdle, Pat was every bit as beautiful as he imagined she'd be. His eyes fixed on the round, closely-spaced, high-spaced tits, whose brownish nipples could be seen vaguely through the white nylon sheerness of her brassiere. The carnation pink and white tint of her soft, lovely skin was an added stimulant to his ever-growing lust, as was the visible, thick triangular patch of hair at the crotch of her panty-girdle.
"Now the bra," he ordered. Pat reached behind her, unhooked the tight garment, and stood naked to the waist, arms at her sides, bowing her head but not trying to cover the glories of her rapidly swelling breasts. The crinkly circles of her nipples attracted him, and with both hands, he cupped those lovely mounds and lifted their delicious fullness gently. Pat caught her breath and turned her face to one side.
"Now, if that's the way you're gonna be, you can just kiss your daughter's cherry good-bye."
"If... if I'm real nice to you, will you promise to not touch Kathi?" she chokingly whispered.
"Goddamn, you've sure got a one track mind. I'm telling you one last time. Either you treat me right, or there'll damn sure be no deals. You understand?" He pulled her half naked body tight against his, feeling the soft, sweet curve of her breasts against his thin T-shirt. He grabbed her cheeky buttocks and pressed her hard against his rigid prick.
"You see what I've got for you? I'm gonna fuck you till you cream your whole wad, so help me. Now get your back on that bed, and let's see what you can do."
Pat Davies shuddered as she sat down slowly on the edge of the bed - the bed she shared nightly with her husband - and unfastened the panty-girdle, unhooking the garter snaps and yanking it down and off her legs. Her thighs were twitching then as she clenched them tightly, vainly trying to cover up the thickly furred, curly triangle of her cunthole. Levi stepped out of his pants, leaving just his undershorts and T-shirt. Then he sat down beside her, squeezing her titties with both hands, tweaking her hard, brown nipples between his fingers, then crushed his mouth on hers and forced her onto her back. She closed her eyes and thought only of Kathi, vowing to submit without argument if that was what it took to save her darling child. His left hand slid down under her belly towards her crotch, and then she uttered a strangled, "Please, oh please," as she felt his fingers ease inside the quivering, fleshy lips of her pussy. Her legs instinctively clenched together, but Levi roughly shoved them apart again with his fist.
"Keep those legs open, or Kathi gets it for sure," he growled menacingly.
With another fearful gasp, the naked beauty reluctantly relaxed the tension of her thighs, and parted her legs as Levi with a satisfied smirk, probed the warm, moist secrets of her vaginal orifice. She squirmed helplessly as she felt his fingers opening and closing inside her tender, secret love-cleft.
He knelt between her legs now, his stiff prick bobbing between his hairy thighs. He stared down at her fearfully quivering breasts, at the shallow, white plain of her belly and then his hands went once more to the softness of her heaving breasts and he fondled them as he slowly lowered himself until the tip of his prick shed against the forest of her light-brown pussyhair. Drops of perspiration beaded along her high, arching forehead and her eyelids fluttered as she strove to keep her eyes tightly shut to blot out the ugliness of what was about to happen.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!" She suddenly jerked, throwing back her head and opening her eyes in startled alarm as she felt his rigid cock press between the soft yielding lips of her pussy and invade her private central sheath. His fingers tightened on her tits, and he suddenly murmured, "You know, you're nice and tight for a bitch with two kids. How old are you, anyway?"
"I'm . . . I'm thirty nine . . . ooh, please don't hurt me ... be gentle with me," she begged in a soft, low whisper.
"Don't hand me any of that shit, woman. You know you've been dying for a good strange fuck. How long's it been since you really got screwed. I mean really got reamed out, not just the old routine with that withered up old man of yours."
The naked wife gasped as she twisted to one side, her features starkly strained with the anguish and shame of her helpless surrender.
"Well, with a daughter Kathi's age, I'd say you've been married nineteen or twenty years. In twenty years, that hubby of yours must have worn himself out. and he's bound to be pretty stale stuff by now." Levi gloated over his frightened prey as he clutched her naked, firm buttocks and remained pressed tight against her, hairs to hairs, flattening down the panting globes of her satiny titties as, cheek pressed firmly to hers, through the fabric of his hood, he muttered his salacious ramblings into her ear.
"You haven't said anything about the hood. Aren't you even curious?"
He cruelly poked deep inside her as she opened her mouth to answer, twisting her face with pain. "I ... I thought you'd explain it when you felt like it. I didn't want to make you angry by asking alot of questions."
"Now that's good thinking. I always did think you had a brain in that pretty head."
The sentence rang like a shot through her brain. "Always did think ..." Who is this man? How does he know me?
"I'll bet you've been looking forward to a little loving on the side for years now. Well, now's your chance to open up and enjoy it all you like. And there'll be plenty of seconds for that sweet, hot cunt of yours. Now let's fuck, huh?"
Feeling her tremble and squirm under him, Levi drew himself out of the soft quivering lips of her elastic sheath, then lunged to the balls in a single, vicious thrust that ground into her towels as he sank to the hilt inside her. The woman beneath him moaned, her nails slicing into her sweaty palms, as she strove vainly to maintain her self-control in this abysmal, lurid degradation.
"Damn, but you're tight in that little hot-box of yours. You'd think you hadn't been fucked since the honeymoon. Just relax, and you and me'll have a little honeymoon all our own. I'll show you some tricks later your old man never heard of." He drew back again and again lunged to the hilt, making her jerk convulsively each time and utter a sobbing pleading, "Ooh, don't hurt me. Not so hard, oh please, don't hurt me!"
"Just ride with me, baby! I haven't even warmed up yet!"