Chapter 5
Paula Green stumbled on the carpeting, sprawling face down across the soft mattress and bedspread of the bed, her full young breasts almost flattening beneath her. As soon as she had regained her balance and composure she turned over again, pulling herself up fully onto the bed and bracing herself, more than half expecting Steve to pounce on her naked form as soon as he was able to strip himself naked. In her lust-befuddled mind, she did not even consider denying the fact that she was presently longing for that assault, and for the long-awaited, gratifying stab of stiffened cockflesh into her pussy which it would bring.
To Paula's considerable confusion and frustration, however, she saw that the young man was not even paying attention to her at that moment. Instead, without so much as a backward glance at her reclining, curvaceous body displayed so openly before him, he had turned away to begin rummaging through some clothing hanging in a closet behind the door.
"Wha ...wh ...what are you doing?" she called to him softly, still hesitant and timid about revealing the full extent of her humiliating, all-consuming passion and need.
"Keep your voice down!" he snapped over his shoulder, still without turning to face her, and he would say no more until he had pulled several items off of hangers in the closet and then turned back to carry them with him to the bed.
He sat down beside her, several feet away on the mattress, regarding her with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face as he dropped the clothes into her naked lap, directly over the pulsing little mound of her anxious vagina. Paula glanced down in utter confusion at the clothing, seeing that a navy blue tank top and a pair of slightly faded Levi's lay crumpled there.
'Those are Wendy's," Steve said simply. "I guess you both to be about the same size. Anyway, they'll do alright for now."
Paula sat beside him in stunned silence, too surprised and confused to even lift the clothing and use it to cover her rigid, tingling little nipple buds from his sight.
"Put them on," he urged after a moment of immobility on her part.
"I...I don't...I don't understand," she stammered rather foolishly after another moment of hesitation.
Steve glanced furtively at the closed door as he began to explain in hushed tones. "We don't have much time if we're going to get you out of here alive!"
"Out?" she could scarcely believe her ears. "You're going to help me get away?"
"If you don't tie us up too long sitting around and talking," he answered impatiently.
She refused to be put off by his brusque answering tone. "I still don't understand why you're doing this," she said.
"I'm a police officer," he told her, the words fairly taking her breath away. "I've been able to infiltrate this gang in order to gather evidence against them for eventual trial. Right now I can hang them out to dry for one murder and at least thirty different counts of grand theft."
"Make that three murders," she said softly. "Frankie and Marsha killed two men while they were bringing me here today."
Steve's eyes narrowed into fierce glowing slits. "Are you willing to say that in court?"
Paula nodded bravely, biting her lower lip in an effort to control the contradictory sensations of relief, fear and smoldering passion which warred and battled inside her.
She glanced furtively at the bedroom's single window, noting the remainder of fading daylight outside. "Listen, Steve . . . " she began, halting then in embarrassment.
"What? Go on," he urged softly.
"Wouldn't it be better if we tried to sneak away after dark? They couldn't follow us so easily then."
He thought it over. "Maybe you're right. But it's still about half an hour until nightfall. We'll have to kill the time somehow, won't we?"
"Well. . . " she hesitated, feeling the little embers of mingled fear and lust blazing to life once more in her pussy depths as she knew what she would, indeed what she must, do.
"Well," she began again, "they all expect you to.. . to ...well, to rape me, and ...well, if you don't.. . they might get suspicious!"
It seemed to Paula that a faint light of realization and recognition was suddenly kindled behind the young cop's eyes, and for the first time he let his gaze drop unashamedly to the proudly thrusting, fleshy cones of her ripe, excited young breasts. She felt her nipples stiffening and growing under that inciteful scrutiny.
"You may be right there, too," he said, his voice husky now with what Paula felt sure must have been growing passion. "We can't afford to do ...or not do ...anything that might make them suspicious, I guess."
Paula nodded slightly, her head already spinning as the little embers of lust in her loins were suddenly and inevitably fanned into crackling flame by his words and his searching gaze. As he softly spoke to her, the young officer brought one of his powerful hands up to gently cup and hold her right breast, the stiff and aching nipple centered directly in his palm. He leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on her waiting lips, a kiss that very soon became something more, with his eager tongue sliding between both their lips in search of her own, taunting and challenging it to a little dueling dance of a passion.
All the while, his hand was in caressing, massaging motion upon her naked tits, taking first one, then the other, grinding her tingling little nipple buds in the dead center of his palm while big fingers kneaded and massaged the pliant flesh of her breasts as a whole. That intimate petting caress left Paula limp and panting with desire, her spine arching reflexively, involuntarily, as she forced her naked breasts more tightly into his teasing, pleasing hand, offering those taut mammary mounds to him almost as a sacrifice to the gods of animal passion.
Paula mewled and sobbed her lustful desire softly into the warm cave of Steve's mouth as he kissed her deeply, passionately. She felt her hand wandering out of her lap and along his adjacent thigh as if it had a mind of its own; indeed, she immediately found that she totally lacked the willpower or physical strength to recall it from its self-ordained mission of sexual exploration.
She tensed into instant rigidity as her fingertips made contact with the rough fly of his jeans and she noted the already prominent swell which his growing erection produced there. She let her hand linger over the damp, sticky spot which marked the furthest extension of his lurching, pulsing cock head, and then she began to caress and stroke the entire quivering length of his manhood through the restraining material of his pants, even including the yielding bulge of his testicles in her petting and fondling as she urged him on to ever-greater heights of erotic arousal with her masturbating hand.
Steve, unable to stand that exquisite sensual torture any longer, swept her taunting hand away from his bulging crotch with his own big fist, bearing her backward and down onto the mattress with his full weight at the same time. He lay there, half on top of Paula, his mouth still glued tightly to hers while his tongue teased hers avidly, and his big, strong hands proceeded to wander at will over the hills and valleys of her naked, needing young torso.
He took her full, firm breasts first, picking up where he had left off with that inciteful arousing mammary massage. Gripping her tingling little nipples between thumbs and forefingers, he pinched and rolled them deliciously, gradually increasing the pressure of his grip until Paula moaned and writhed from the pleasure-pain that he was inducing in her tremendously excited young tits. Electrifying tremors of erotic desire raced outward and downward away from her manhandled breasts, fanning out across her heaving little belly to detonate with the force of a neutron bomb in her wet, tremulous loins.
Nor did Steve long ignore Paula's other erogenous zones in his manual conquest of her reclining body. His big hands left her tits at the same moment as his mouth left her lips; he began to plant a solid string of wet, nibbling little kisses down the velvety curve of her throat, while at the same time his two hands roamed down the quivering plane of her abdomen with teasing, tickling little strokes, homing inevitably, inescapably, on her wet and wanting little crotch.
Those seeking, probing hands reached Paula's loins just as Steve's sucking, nibbling mouth found the rigid pinnacle of her right breast; that mouth sucked her stiff little nipple even as one of his big hands unceremoniously swept the crumpled clothing off her lap, leaving her wet little cunt once more totally vulnerable and exposed. Having won that victory, his probing hand raced downward across the last sloping inches of her heaving belly, fingertips plowing through her softly curling pubic hair to take forcible possession of her burning little labia.
Paula Green's naked body was seized by a fit of uncontrollable, almost spastic trembling as her tingling little cuntal mound was cupped and gripped tightly by Steve's strong, possessive fist. His big fingers moved slowly, rhythmically against the burning, swollen outer lips of her sex, and all the while his mouth was in constant, inciteful action upon the boldly thrusting cones of her naked breasts.
The young undercover agent could not seem to get enough of Paula's ripe, succulent breasts. He took each tight little nipple in turn, seizing it between his sharp incisors gently, then lashing it unmercifully with the darting, flailing tip of his tongue until the young woman was gasping, moaning and writhing with unrestrained desire. Her breasts were kindled into an erotic conflagration, her nipples threatening to split wide open and explode, so taut and rigid with desire were they. She gasped and writhed there beneath him, her hands instinctively rising to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his blonde hair as she drew his avidly sucking, licking mouth tighter against her thrusting, straining breasts with fierce insistence.
At the same time, Steve's hand was active in Paula's crotch, his long middle finger curling inward to softly part the outer lips of her cunt and invade the moist coralline valley that lay inside. He probed briefly at the rubbery mouth of her freely-juicing vagina, then tracked swiftly onward and upward to grasp the erectile little pleasure stiff bud of her burning clitoris between thumb and forefinger as he had her nipples only-moments before, pinching and rolling that crucial nerve center until Paula's whole lower body was jiggling and writhing with spastic passion. Her hips humped up and down off the mattress, her heels braced and straining against the bed as she strove with all her might to give him more and more manual access to her hot and hungry little box.
They lay together that way for long, seemingly endless moments, with Paula adrift in a blurry fantasy universe of her mind's own creation, spinning aimlessly under the force of the erotic gale winds fanned to life by Steve's teasing fingers and his sucking, avid mouth. Every nerve ending in her nude young body seemed to be alive and on fire with an intense and powerful erotic need, a need for which there could be no solution short of total, tempestuous orgasm.
Finally, with a rumbling growl of passion deep in his throat, Steve disengaged his hands and mouth from her trembling body, rolling away from her and off of the bed entirely to stand beside it, looking down at her naked prostrate form with lust shining in his narrowed eyes. He undressed swiftly, hastily, fingers fairly flying over his shirt buttons and tearing at the snap and zipper of his jeans until he stood before her dressed only in his tight white jockey shorts. Paula gaped unabashedly at the bulging outline of his long, hot erection, outlined in clear relief against the material of those shorts, material made all but transparent by the viscous seepage of his plentiful pre-ejaculate fluid.
Steve ripped those shorts downward and off of his body with a brute force that left his cock wobbling and wiggling for long seconds, thrusting straight out from the wiry tangle of his pubic hair like some sort of erotic direction marker. And Paula Green, in her inflamed and aroused condition, felt sure that it must be aiming directly at her hot and juicy little pussy slit.
Paula stared at that wavering fleshy idol, entranced and fairly hypnotized by its blood-engorged beauty. She felt herself rising up and off the mattress as if she was levitating, her shapely young legs folding under her until she was kneeling directly in front of him on the edge of the bed, for all the world like a worshipper before an erotic altar.
Paula stretched out both trembling hands to lightly, gently enfold the pulsating length of his thrusting penis. She grasped it more tightly, closing her eyes tight to mutter a little silent prayer of thanks, exhaling a long shuddering sigh of passion as she began to stroke and caress its full trembling length. She kept one hand wrapped tightly about his throbbing, burning shaft while the other slid down to gently cup the pendulous sack of his testicles, fingertips registering the roiling, churning movements of his semen inside the convoluted ducts there. His heavy balls seemed to be churning and moving in her soft palm as if with an intrinsic life of their very own.
Steve stood before the kneeling young woman with his eyes shut tightly, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and breathing heavily as he savored and relished the sensations evoked in his groin by her tingling, masturbating hands. He was totally unprepared for the burning feelings which came next, however, as Paula gave a strangled little sob of irrepressible desire and thrust her head sharply forward, taking the blunt purple tip of his cock deeply into her oval little mouth.
Steve's eyes flashed open, and he stared down in wonder and delight as the girl began to lap and suck along the full throbbing length of his cock, her hands avidly at work on his churning, burning scrotum at the same time. He brought his strong hands down, cupping the back of her head, guiding and directing her as her face pumped back and forth against his rigid tool. Slowly, hesitantly at first, then with mounting ardor and confidence, he began to ream and fuck his long hard prick in and out of her clasping, sucking little mouth. He finally felt his thick purple glans butting firmly up against the back of her throat, the chafing sensation produced by that nudging contact adding an extra degree of arousal to his already tingling sensations.
Paula Green, for her part, was totally caught up in the joy and excitement of kneeling before Steve while she sucked and gnawed at his long, aroused cock. She kept one hand busy fondling and cupping the sack of his testicles, while the other passed swiftly down the curvaceous length of her own naked body to find the juicy, ripe and waiting little slit of her own ravenous pussy. Keeping her hand there, first one, then the other, for a brief moment, then tossed her backward, letting her fall softly onto the mattress and lie there on her back, staring up at him with lust-misted eyes, her shapely legs splayed wide apart and bent at the knees, inviting him inside.
Steve accepted that invitation, dropping to his knees on the floor beside the bed so that his own burning face was on a direct level with the exposed valley of naked Paula's pink little quim. He grasped her about the full, womanly hips with his hands, tugging her toward him until her ass cheeks and crotch were directly on the edge of the mattress, her firm legs dangling momentarily in space. Seizing each leg in one hand, he draped them squarely across his shoulders, then, with a rumbling growl of unrestrained animal lust, he thrust his head forward and buried his mouth and nose deep into the steamy little slit of her cunt.
Paula Green's entire body convulsed and writhed at that first electrifying contact, her spine arching almost into a bow as every muscle in her body went suddenly all tight and straining. Her legs locked together at the ankles, her soft heels bracing themselves against the back of Steve's neck, as if for further insurance that he would not immediately abandon his newly-adopted task of avid, delirious cunt sucking.
Steve went at that task avidly, fully extending his long, rough tongue and running it rapidly along the full burning length of her open pink cunt. Nor did he stop there, but rather lowered his face further, stabbing and probing as well with his furled, rigid tongue at the crinkled little ring of her recently-raped anus. The combination of raging erotic sensations was enough to send Paula Green off once more into the livid fantasy world of wild erotic dreams where she had spent so much time since her abduction earlier that same afternoon.
Steve inhaled great mouthfuls of ripe, tender cunt meat, sucking and gnawing at every exposed inch of Paula's hot and vibrant little genitals. He could not seem to get enough of her cuntal flavors, finally trapping her erect little clit between gentle front teeth and treating it to a protracted tongue lashing like the one her aching little nipples had earlier received.
Panting, squirming with desire, Paula Green writhed and undulated like a voluptuous serpent on the coverlet of the bed while the handsome young cop slavered and growled over her thrusting, bucking cunt. She savored every sweeping movement of his delightfully inciteful tongue, silently praying that his oral ministrations to her wanting, sucking little pussy might not end until she had received the full and maximum possible orgasmic benefits.
Steve, however, had absolutely no intention of totally confining his sexual assault on the naked young woman to a mere chewing and sucking of her exposed little pussy slit. He and his throbbing, erectile penis had other ideas, and he meant to put those ideas into action in very short order.
Finally, after an interval of what seemed like deliriously endless hours, but which must have been only moments, Steve suddenly withdrew his avidly sucking mouth from the portal of Paula's humping, fucking love tunnel. He easily disentangled himself from her clasping thighs, now fairly limp with passion, and rocked back on his haunches to stare at her naked and glorious body for a long moment. Finally, determined, with his mind fully made up, he hoisted himself up and onto the bed, flinging himself full-length atop the young schoolteacher's naked and prostrate body.
Paula Green was briefly shocked, but pleasantly so, as the muscular young man landed full on top of her as she lay reclining on the bed in a state of near-collapse. She could plainly feel the hot, wet length of his rigid penis lying tight and close along the inside of her right thigh, so long that the fat glans was already grazing incitefully along the lowest portion of her pouting little cuntal lips as she lay there beneath him.
Steve could also feel that genital touch quite plainly, and the erotic sensations it aroused within him almost made him run amok with tempestuous, uncontrollable desire. He clawed and scrabbled his way upward along Paula's panting, heaving torso, briefly kissing each rigid nipple in its turn before moving on to cover her mouth with his in a deep, smoldering soul kiss. At the same time he rose slightly on his elbows and knees, shifting his position a bit until the tip of his stiff, dangling cock came into sliding, chafing contact with the full pouting lips of Paula's burning, aching little pussy.
Steve began to slide his hips and pelvis back and forth sensuously, with ever-increasing rapidity, so that the blunt head of his cock glided smoothly and fluently along her tremulous cunt, setting off jangling alarm bells of erotic desire in her brain at its passage, hat fleshy, genital plow was gradually opening the way to her inner cunt for itself, and Paula winced, trembling now, as the hot tip finally made its first throbbing, burning impact upon the rigid little node of her aching clitoris. The sensations aroused from that continuous, grinding contact were enough to bring her supple spine arching up off the mattress once more, the hot breath wheezing from her tightened throat as she felt herself caught in the iron grip of inescapable sexual arousal.
Paula sought to help him, thrusting and humping back at him with her full, womanly hips in an effort to guide and maneuver his prick into a posture of maximum arousing benefit to them both. She strained her plump, ripe buttocks upward and off of the yielding mattress, rotating her pelvis deliriously so that her cunt felt almost like a hungry little mouth, nibbling, kissing and sucking along the trembling, pumping length of Steve's tumescent member.
The young undercover officer took Paula by surprise then, suddenly bringing one strong hand down into the narrow space between their two writhing torsos and grasping his cock firmly, maneuvering it into direct alignment with the sucking, puckered little mouth of her vaginal channel itself. Having thus poised his prick on the very threshold of bliss, it remained only for him to drive it home with a great, grinding, skewering thrust which impaled naked young Paula to the very core of her trembling being.
Paula grunted and trembled, her buttocks slamming forcefully back and down onto the mattress as Steve's pubic bone impacted tightly against her own. His meaty, pendulous balls swung forward on the in-stroke, slapping firmly and loudly against the tight little hemispheres of her ass cheeks, sending a secondary shock wave of erotic sensation through her quivering straining lower torso. She felt completely, gloriously filled, and it was the answer to a pussy's prayer as he lay there on top of her, slowly and luxuriously flexing his long, hot organ deep inside her fluttering little belly.
Even before she had grown fully accustomed to the fleshy invader within her cunt, Paula felt Steve slowly, torturously withdrawing it and posing himself for another thrust, and another, and another. Soon, to her rapture and delight, he was reaming his thick, blood-engorged organ in and out of her sucking, clinging little vagina at a lightning pace, driving her to the brink of ecstasy and beyond with the mad, fluid chafing of his cock shaft against her clitoris and soft, yielding vaginal walls.
It took Paula Green no time whatsoever to establish a fervent, active little fucking rhythm of her own, straining her wide pelvis up to meet him and then withdrawing it once more, only to begin the bumping, grinding cycle all over again in the next fiery split-second. She delighted in the rubbery, elastic feeling produced in her tight little cunt as his long, hard pole of genital flesh probed and plowed its way deeper and deeper into her belly with each successive thrust. Finally, on a particularly violent surging thrust of his hips, Steve's blunt red glans made jarring, jolting contact with the rubbery little cup of Paula's secret cervix, marking the furthest possible point of penile penetration.
Feeling totally, indescribably possessed by his driving, rampaging organ, Paula Green now willingly and gladly surrendered herself to the erotic sensations which washed endlessly over her trembling, naked young body. She was panting and rutting madly under her impromptu young lover, groaning and sobbing into his hot, open mouth like a bitch in heat as she whipped herself along the upward spiral road to total sensual gratification.
Steve, at the same time, was equally caught up and lost in the roaring, rushing sensations which had captured his mind and body in an intense but pleasurable maelstrom of erotic upheaval. He could think of nothing other than the writhing, straining young female body pinned beneath him, and in particular the tight young pussy which clung and vibrated around the haft of his plundering cock like some tightly masturbating fist in a hot velvet glove. It seemed to him that her tight little cunt almost had a mind of its own, and that it was consciously, deliberately striving to suck and milk his penis of every drop of cum that his testicles contained. Steve had no slightest desire to frustrate that thirsty, nibbling little cunt in its joyfully erotic task.
Seeking to add the last finishing touches to the burning delight of their conjugal union, Steve slipped one big hand down and around Paula's pumping, heaving buttocks once more, probing this time with his blunt fingertips along the tight, sliding little cleft of her ass. He found her still-wet anus with the tip of his long middle finger, noting with approval the shiver which passed along her body and the moan of mounting passion which rose unbidden at her throat when he probed and prodded against that elastic little portal.
Without further preamble, Steve ground his finger inexorably forward, slipping his digit into Paula's tight little asshole first to the first knuckle, then all the way to the hilt, until his hot palm was flush against the pumping, fucking swell of her tight ass.
Paula trembled violently-, shivering at that invasion of her rectum which bore none of the inhibiting pain she had felt there earlier in the evening, with Jeff's cock plowing rudely up into her asshole. Now the sensation was nothing short of spectacular, for she had easily learned the technique of relaxing those rectal muscles to admit and accommodate a fleshy invader much larger than a mere fingertip. In fact, the sensation was definitely pleasant now, and she was intensely excited as she felt Steve's finger and cock chafing and grinding against one another on each driving inward stroke, the two fucking appendages separated only by the thin, filmy wall of yielding flesh that separated her cunt from her rectum.
Those twin tingling sensations, combined with the feelings provoked by Steve's tongue as he kissed her intimately, and his other hand as he kneaded and massaged both of her straining naked tits, was enough to bring her to the very razor's edge of delicious, tempestuous orgasmic release. She hovered there for a long, agonizing moment, every nerve and muscle in her body taut and on fire as she strained to push herself finally, once and for all over that invisible borderline that separates frustration from total sexual fulfillment.
With a final shuddering sigh of release and contentment, young Paula Green slipped across that invisible mental border, giving herself wholeheartedly to the swirling explosiveness of climax while Steve continued fucking his cock up into her cunt and screwing his finger rapidly in and out of her once-chaste little asshole. She tossed and writhed beneath him, mewling out her wordless cries of passion into the hot, clinging echo chamber of his mouth and throat as she rode the erotic roller coaster of orgasm blissfully to the end of its curving, dipping rail.
Steve felt Paula cumming beneath him, the rhythmic convulsions of her pelvis and belly unmistakably transmitting themselves by the sense of touch. Her cunt was sucking and milking the rigid staff of his cock greedily now, contracting and releasing, then contracting once more in the rhythmic spasms of total erotic release. He shivered from the top of his head to the soles of his feet as new delightful spasms of sensual pleasure gripped and rocked him, his entire body going suddenly rigid as he felt the first tell-tale signs of his own rapidly-approaching orgasm deep in the tight, pumping cleft of his ass.
Steve's orgasm struck him with hurricane force, bending his spine like a bow and forcing his pelvis sharply forward, driving his cock suddenly deeper into the wet chasm of Paula's cunt than the young teacher would ever have thought possible. His cock seemed to grow by at least another full inch in length, while his testicles contracted nightily at the same instant, releasing the hot, crawling flood of his viscous jism. That creamy deluge exploded from the single cyclopic slit in his purple cock head in great spouting geysers of sperm, coating the total inside of Paula's cunt and then overflowing to stream in sticky white rivulets down the cleft of her ass and the insides of her straining thighs.
They lay there, locked together thusly for long quivering moments of ecstasy, sobbing their mutual joy into each others open mouths and throats. Then, as the rictus of pleasure which is so closely akin to pain gradually subsided, they relaxed and went limp in each other's arms, Steve's limp cock sliding wetly out of Paula's now-totally-satisfied little twat with a happy little sucking sound.
After several more long moments, Steve propped himself up on his elbows and looked deeply down into Paula's still-misty eyes. He kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "It's dark now, and we've got to go. Now or never."
So saying, he rolled lightly off of her and stood beside the bed, scooping her discarded "borrowed" items of clothing from the floor at bedside and tossing them to her before turning to retrieve his own garments and hastily dress himself.
Paula went into hurried action herself, the afterglow of orgasm vanishing almost at once as she realized the potential desperation of the circumstances and the necessity of immediate, firm action. She slid into the tank top and jeans without benefit of any underwear and rose to face Steve as he finished dressing himself. He was already moving to the bedroom door again, leaning to press his ear against the panel momentarily before moving swiftly back toward the open closet at door side. He leaned inside briefly, and Paula gave a little gasp of astonishment as he came back out again, straightening up now with weapons in each hand. He had already thrust a pistol into the waistband of his pants, and now he was checking a pump-action shotgun to make sure that the deadly weapon was loaded.
"They keep guns around all the time," he said simply in answer to her obviously questioning stare. "Right now they're smoking some grass in there; I can tell by the smell and the way their voices sound. But when we start the car up out back they'll sober up quick enough, and they'll be all over us. That's why we have to move fast."
He crossed to the room's only window and raised it easily with one hand, motioning for Paula to join him in climbing over the sill and outside to relative freedom. He touched down on the soft grass first, but she was close behind him, dropping into a crouch in the darkness at his signal. She saw the reason for his special caution at once, for now she heard the sounds of someone approaching, and none too quietly at that, shuffling along and brushing against the thick brush which line that side of the cabin like a secondary wall.
"What the hell is this?" a strange male voice was saying; she assumed that it must be the man who had been left outside on guard while the others had their sexual way with her inside the cabin.
Steve made no answer to the low verbal challenge, merely standing there rock-solid and immovable, gripping the stubby shotgun tightly in both hands. The approaching lookout seemed to recognize him in the darkness at the last moment, his tense posture relaxing somewhat, his hand dropping away from the black handgun nestled in his belt.
Taking advantage of that foolish momentary breach of alertness, Steve stepped sharply forward and struck, swinging the butt of his weapon in a tight arc that ended in thumping impact upon the other man's left temple. The guard seemed to leap sideways, diving headlong into the thick wall of the cabin with another resounding clunk! Steve struck at his exposed head a second time, bouncing him once more face-first off the cabin wall, then letting him fall to earth, whether dead or unconscious Paula could not have said.
They moved out now with a greater sense of urgency, uncertain and rather afraid in case someone aside the cabin might have heard the noise of the fight, and the lookout's head banging repeatedly against the wall. Paula hugged close on Steve's track, finding herself standing beside him at the rear of the large cabin in another moment, facing a line of vehicles which included her own. Moving swiftly to the driver's side of the Chevrolet, Steve leaned inside and satisfied himself that the keys were in place, then motioned for her to come to him as he opened the driver's door.
Paula brushed past him and slid lightly into position behind the steering wheel, glad now to be sitting down as she felt her legs on the verge of turning to rubber from fright and tension. She gripped the wheel with white-knuckled hands, expecting the explosion of shots and shouts from the nearby darkness at any moment.
"When you pull out of here, turn hard left around the far end of the cabin there," he told her softly, almost whispering now. "You can drive straight across the lawn there and line yourself up with the access road that takes you down and around back to the main highway."
"Aren't you coming with me?" she asked, her voice croaking as sudden anxiety welled up and threatened to choke her.
Steve shook his head in a firm negative. "I've still got a job to do here," he told her simply, quietly. "First I'm going to put these other cars out of action so they can't follow you, then I'm going to try to cover them inside there until you can send someone back to help me."
"But what if I can't find any help?" She was getting desperate now, her hands trembling in spite of her virtual death grip on the slippery steering wheel.
"You can't miss," he told her with more confidence than either of them actually felt. "If you don't spot a patrol car on the road, take the main highway five miles due south until you see signs for the Highway Patrol station. Then follow the turnoff to their front porch, and you'll have more cops than you can use, all over the place."
"Please, Steve, come with me now," she cried, begging. "I need you and ...and ...well, they won't dare to follow us if they know you're armed."
"Sorry," he said with another negative toss of his blonde head. "First problem is, they'd do anything to silence me with all I have on them, and you're no less dangerous now yourself. They have to kill us both, and they'd follow us to hell to do it.
"Second," he continued grimly, "I can't afford the luxury of giving any one of these vicious animals time to get away out the back door while we're running. To do that would be the same as throwing six months of work into the trash basket."
She looked at him a long moment through tear-filled eyes, knowing that he was right, and that there was nothing she could do or say to change his mind at that moment. He surprised her by leaning quickly inside the car to plant one final, burning kiss on her sensuous mouth, and at the same time his free hand found the ignition key of the Chevy, switching it on and bringing the big engine into growling, gurgling life.
"Now go!" he said, suddenly shouting as he leaped back from the car, arms wind-milling to point the way. "Get the hell away from here while you can."
Instinctively she slammed her foot down on the accelerator, swinging the wheel to cut the car about in a tight right-hand turn, feeling the jolt as her rear fender grazed the bumper of a Cadillac next in line. Steve almost kept pace with the car, jogging along in her wake and pumping off rapid fire, booming rounds from the shotgun into the grillwork of each standing car that he passed. The shots echoed in Paula's ringing ears, reverberating in the crash of shattering glass and crumpling metal. The night was lit with the leaping, jagged muzzle flashes of his sawed-off weapon.
Steve was reloading the shotgun on a dead run, still keeping up with the car as Paula rounded the corner of the cabin and floored the accelerator in another burst of frightened energy. Her rear tires caught traction in the damp grass, rocketing across the broad oval of lawn and leaving the two-story structure rapidly behind.
From the corner of her eye Paula had the impression of rapid, milling movement, and then the whole scene was framed for her in the oblong rectangle of her rear-view mirror. Frankie, Jeff and the girls were pouring out of the cabin's open front door. All but Jeff were still nude, and each of them carried guns in their hands, angling the weapons toward her speeding car as they saw the situation at hand. Paula cringed, almost losing control of the speeding vehicle as she braced herself for the searing, lethal impact of the bullets ripping into her head and body.
That fatal, rending impact never came. The night was suddenly lit by gunfire, certainly, but at first it did not issue from the hostile weapons of those four hoodlums. Steve was crouching there at the corner of the cabin, barely within Paula's range of mirrored vision, down on one knee and rapidly pumping round after thundering round from his short, deadly scattergun.
Paula saw Jeff go down, tumbling backward in a spray of wet, dark crimson, and then the other three killers were wheeling about, unloading their pistols on Steve in rapid reflexive fire even as the deadly patterns of buckshot sliced among and through them.
The terrified young schoolteacher never saw the outcome of that lethal confrontation, for suddenly she was at the dark and cavernous opening of the grassy access road, plunging headlong beneath the overhanging trees. That leafy screen obscured the cabin and the combatants from her view, and she was suddenly fully occupied with the task of keeping her speeding car aligned with the road to prevent herself from crashing into the tree line on either side.
She did not, however, forget the young agent who had first given her such intense sexual pleasure, and then risked his own life to save her own and to cover her retreat. She began to weep openly, unashamed by the tears which rolled down her pale cheeks while she drove. Sobbing bitterly, she gripped the steering wheel with angry fists and kept her right foot pressed tight against the floorboards for maximum speed and acceleration as she neared the junction with the main paved highway.
She was still sobbing, openly and unashamedly, when the highway patrol cruiser flagged her down five minutes later.