Chapter 7
Emory Danfield and his family had finally sat down on the sand just opposite the fire, facing their opposite number passively, not speaking at all now that Rafael had threatened to kill them if he heard them whispering again. Emory and Gloria had watched in confusion as the men passed around a little spoonful of some kind of powder, then sniffed it up their nostrils like snuff, holding their breath as the obviously potent substance took effect. Danny and Janice, though, knew only too well what it was. It was a drug pretty well known to the teenage set, courtesy of the hippie underground — cocaine, one of the most insidious of them all because it gives a person a feeling of self-assurance and greatness that makes you feel above everything — including the law and public decency. And they both knew what this drug-taking could lead to ... a nightmarish replay of the scene they'd witnessed back on the beach. Only this time, this time they wouldn't be just spectators. They would be a part of the perverted pageant, and they were powerless to resist.
Antonio passed around the goat-skin wine flask he'd carried on his belt from their campsite, and the others, even Maria, seemed to drink the potent liquid with great relish, downing huge, spilling mouthfuls of it until they laughed and weaved in drunken ecstasy from the devastating combination of cocaine and strong wine. Occasionally Antonio would look over toward the Danfield's and cackled like a maniac. But it was Juan who seemed most dangerous as he stared for long moments at the virginal loveliness of Janice who had changed into white shorts and a jersey pullover top that were most becoming on the sixteen-year-old brunette. Her bare legs were long and smooth and trim and they melded deliriously with the long elegance of her slightly curving thigh as it disappeared under the edge of her shorts. The young girl's soft innocent skin tingled and twitched under Juan's coldly speculative gaze as he hungrily — and openly — eyed her like she was a street-girl waiting for his offer. As she became aware of his obvious, appraisal, she lowered her eyes and twisted her fingers together tightly. She was flustered and more than a little afraid of these men; after all, she had witnessed what they had done to one of their own. God only knows what they could dream up for an outsider!
Her long dainty bare toes twisted nervously in her rubber thong sandals, and Juan glanced down at them as he sat opposite the Danfield's, gun at the ready. He was trying to imagine what the young American girl would look like stark naked; her trim, just-ripening body all soft and tantalizingly appealing with its gentle girlish curves and sinewy muscles, her sparse little "vee" patch all tiny and inviting as it concealed the narrow untried furrow of her young pussy. Damn, how he'd like to get between those legs! The mother was a knock-out all right, but he kind of had a fondness for younger ones. And this one, Jesus what a fuck she'd make!
Rafael now ordered mother and daughter, to be tied together, and though Emory Danfield protested, Juan eagerly took charge of the job and made them stand up, side by side, then squatted down with a cord from their boat in his hands, his eyes hungrily detailing the temptingly visible charms of his two captives. Gloria was wearing a pale-blue thin cotton dress with panty stockings; it had ridden up on one side, so that as Juan knelt, he could plainly see the top band of her taut sheer hose and just a peek of her crisp white panties, only inches from his face. Her ripely voluptuous figure excited him, almost as much as the younger one's ripening charms had, and he could feel his prick hardening as he stared up at her. Gloria turned away, red with shame and embarrassment as she saw him glance up eagerly under her dress, taking in her innermost secrets as though she were nothing more than a whore.
Rafael himself tied the two male Danfield's together, loudly declaring that in order to be sure the job was done right, he'd do it alone. He and Juan and the stupid one, Antonio, paraded around their captives, all bound tightly in a huddle, like barnyard cocks around freshly-downed victims. They said very little, save for an occasional burst of drunken, slurred Spanish that seemed to be lewd and filthy, for every time something was said, all of them, even occasionally Maria, burst into uncontrolled laughter and knee-slapping.
Danny and Janice were puzzled over Maria; how could she just so easily forget what these beasts had done to her? But somehow she had; she seemed on excellent terms again with the awful men, as if nothing had ever happened. And after what they did!
More long minutes dragged passed as the Danfield's captors handed around some more of the insidious cocaine Antonio kept concealed in an inside pocket of his jacket. And again, they visibly registered the shock-waves of the incredibly potent substance as it surged through their bodies and brains like a tidal wave of heightened feeling and emotion, frantically turning on every pore, every nerve ending of their drug-sensitized bodies. God, it was frightening to watch — grown men and women suddenly changing right before their eyes into whole new people, though now they seemed more animal than human, their eyes beady and gleaming in the fire's illumination, a sneering smile on their lips that looked more like a panther's snarl.
"Hey, Rafael, how about a little more tail?" asked Juan, kneeling to warm his hands by the fire, as they had suddenly grown chill in the aftermath of the cocaine. "Or was Maria enough for you?" The Latin girl cringed momentarily at those words, but in an instant, she joined the others in a hearty laugh.
"She was enough for any man! But I think I would like some more. Which one do you think would be best, Juan?" the leader asked with a leering grin, "The older one with experience ... or the young one, all new and unproven? Or maybe both, huh?"
"No, no! Emory, please, don't let them do this!" shouted the older Danfield woman.
"Please, you can't be serious!" he hoarsely cried, "You wouldn't do such a thing! Surely, you couldn't"
Rafael walked over to the man and held the carbine to his throat. With his thumb, he pulled back slowly on the hammer until the weapon was cocked.
"No, no! God, no, please! I'll do anything you say! But please, don't shoot him!" cried Gloria hysterically as her two children only looked in horrified disbelief.
"You heard your woman, Senor, she doesn't have any objections. So now what was it you were saying, my friend?"
Emory gulped and managed a rasping feeble reply, "You don't scare me, mister. You can shoot if you want to, but I won't give you my blessing for you to rape my wife."
Rafael laughed at the American's foolish bravado, "I see, I see. Does that mean I have your blessings to rape your daughter then?"
"No, Emory don't say anything to him!" cried Gloria, straining at her bonds, "I'll do whatever you want! Anything! Just don't touch my little girl, please! She's never ... never had a man before! Please, please, only me and I'll do whatever you ask!"
Rafael looked at the voluptuously attractive wife and noticeably toyed with her proposal. "Hmmm, not a bad idea, woman! Those tits of yours look nice and big, just like I love 'em. And that ass is sort of nice, too. Maybe it's a deal."
"Oh God, no, no," moaned Emory, his head hung over on his chest in helpless surrender. Young Danny couldn't speak — he just looked, wide-eyed and confused, at his mother and sister tied together like cattle for slaughter. And yet through all his fear, through all his confusion, one nagging penetrating thought kept slamming against his brain like it was being fired at him from a rifle ... he remembered something he had seen, one night not long ago when he had come home for the weekend from school and Janice hadn't known. She had come home from a date, obviously upset as he could hear her crying from the bathroom that connected their bedrooms. The door was open just enough for him to see her as she undressed hurriedly, still sobbing, for bed. Right there, while he looked on, ashamed of his voyeurism but unable to look away, she had paused for a moment as she pulled down her torn under panties. Her fingers brushed accidentally over the fluffy sparse mound of her pubis ... she nearly saw him as she suddenly looked up, but he managed to dodge out of sight.
And then, there on her bed, he watched her as she curiously, innocently, stroked the softly moist pink flanges of her young pussy until her whole body was quivering and her legs scissoring open and closed on the bedcovers in time with the rhythm of her own fingers as they gently rubbed the sensitive folds of wet ragged flesh together between the downy hairs of her pubic mound. Janice had stopped only when the phone suddenly rang, and though it wasn't for her, it was enough to break her momentary flight into sexual fantasy, and she quickly covered herself with the blanket and doused the light.
Maybe tonight he'd see her naked again! See her with a real cock stuck in there instead of her fingers! God, how he tried to fight the evil image of his mother and sister stripped down naked and being fucked like in some five-dollar dirty movie in New York! But try as he might, he still could feel his hard boyish cock stiffen and begin throbbing at the very prospect.
"I vote for the woman's idea," said Juan. "Let's get on with it, I'm getting sore between the legs just thinking about it!" He knew there was no real hope for the younger Danfield girl, but it was fun to string the Americans along, to give them this false hope they clung to like shipwreck victims to a piece of wood. And then how good it would be to yank it away from them and let them drown in their own fear and self-pity! Boy, it was going to be great getting that squirmy, nervous piece of ass out of those teasy shorts and onto her bare back. Man, he'd break her in right! She'd never even want another cock, especially not a gringo's, in her after he'd shown her the ropes!
Rafael turned to Gloria Danfield. "Let's get you untied and over behind those trees there. I'm going to be first ... if that's okay with the rest of you." Juan and Antonio nodded obediently, and Antonio hastened to free the older woman from her bonds.
Helplessly, trembling frantically at the lewdness of what was facing her, Gloria took a deep breath and whispered, as if no one could hear her so it would be all right. "I'll go with you now ... whatever you say."
Her mother's instinct to protect her daughter had driven her to extremes; she had a plan, a plan to do anything they wanted of her, even more, if only they would leave Janice alone. She knew her precious baby was a virgin, and the thought of the young girl learning about sex this way, at the end of a gun with a gang-rape to burn into her nightmares the rest of her life, was more than she could stand. Her stomach knotted and sickened at the very thought of having sex with any of these men, but she'd do anything — anything! — to save Janice's virginity. She only hoped they would keep their word.
Rafael led the way out of the campsite and into the thicket, carrying one of the kids' sleeping bags that he spread on the soft sand and padded until it was as comfortable as a bed. "Don't look so afraid, lady. When this is over, you'll thank me for showing you what a real man can do to a woman if he tries."
She resisted the chance to argue with him and stood waiting beside a short ragged pine, her breasts heaving under her dress with the frenetic turbulence of her emotion. "Please, give me your word that you won't harm my Janice. Promise me you'll leave her alone. You can do anything you want to me, but please, just leave her alone!"
Rafael was already fast removing his clothes. "I don't see that you are in a bargaining position, woman. So right now, you had better keep your mind on making me happy and I'll think about what will happen to your daughter ... Now, let's see what's under that dress. Take your clothes off, bitch! Strip for me, now!"
His hardened cock was poking against the material of his trousers and leaving a widening stain of sticky seminal emissions there on his muscular thigh. Gloria shuddered and then stooped, catching the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head and shoulders in one quick movement. Rafael sucked in his breath and his narrow-slit eyes suddenly widened with desire at his first sight of her in brassiere and panties and stockings. God, she was beautiful! Every bit as supple and trim as her young daughter, but with the full, voluptuous curves of a real woman. His eyes fixed on the round, closely-spaced, high-rising breasts, 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, now heightened to painful proportions by the combined effects of the cocaine and this married woman's near-nakedness ... and by the visibly triangular patch of sparse, softly curling pubic hair at the crotch of her sheer panties that drew his eyes like a vee-shaped magnet.
'The bra now, hurry!" he ordered. Gloria reached behind her, unhooked the tight-fitting garment and stood naked to the waist, arms at her sides, bowing her head in shame and humiliation but not trying to cover the glories of her rapidly swelling breasts lest she anger this savage further. The crinkly circles of her nipples attracted him, and with both hands, he cupped her succulently lovely mounds and lifted their delicious fullness gently, licking his lips in anticipation. Gloria caught her breath and turned her face away, ashamed to tears.
"Listen, bitch! You'd better start behaving yourself and being real nice to me and my friends ... or your daughter will be next!"
"If I do," began Gloria haltingly, her voice choked with emotion, "Will you promise not to touch Janice?"
"Christ, woman, is that all you can say? I will say it only once more: you be good to me, and the boys and I will make up my mind about your precious daughter! But if you don't ... no deals, she's next!" He pulled her half-naked body against his, feeling the softly warm curve of her breasts against his bare chest. His hands slid lasciviously down her bare naked back and grabbed her firm cheeky buttocks and pulled her pelvis hard up against his.
"Nice, huh? See what I've got for you down there? Baby, you've never had such a fucking as I am going to give you. Now get on that sleeping bag and let's see what kind of stuff you've got!"
Gloria shuddered as she sat down on the down-stuffed sleeping bag, the one that just a short while ago, one of her own dear children had gone to bed in. And now this!
She pulled down the sheer panty hose, and with it her white panties, peeling them both down over her long smooth legs, and leaving them where they fell on the sleeping bag at her feet. Her thighs were trembling then as she clenched them tightly, vainly trying to cover up the hair-lined furrow of her vagina. Rafael was out of his pants now and his shorts as well, and she could not suppress a cry of amazement and fear as she looked up and glimpsed the awesome size of his stiffly-erect prick. He grinned as he skinned back the fleshiness around the throbbing head, showing the fearfully cringing American woman the purplish swollen knob at its end.
He sat down beside her and squeezed her softly fleshed breasts with both his powerful hands, tweaking them hard until she gasped in pain from the pressure on her crinkly, brown nipples between his fingers, and then he crushed his mouth on hers and forced her onto her back on the sleeping bag. Hardly a few dozen feet away, huddled beside the campfire, Emory Danfield and his two teenage children, afraid to look in that direction, could hear their wife and mother's muffled cry as she was roughly pinned beneath the sweating Cuban leader. Emory could feel the growing hot ball of nausea in his throat, and he struggled to fight it down. There was nothing he could do, nothing! He had to just sit here helplessly while a total stranger fucked his wife!
Gloria closed her eyes and thought only of Janice, vowing to submit without protest if that was what it took to save her darling child. Rafael's left hand slid down below her belly and towards her nakedly defenseless loins, and then she shuddered a strangled, "Please, oh, please," as she felt his fingers ease inside the quivering fleshy lips of her unguarded vulnerable pussy. Her legs reflexively clenched together in defense of her womanly treasures, but Rafael roughly shoved them apart again with his fist.
"Do that just once more, bitch, and the kid gets it right now!"
With another fearful gasp from deep in her heaving chest, the hapless woman reluctantly relaxed the tension of her thighs and parted her legs as Rafael, with a satisfied smirk, probed the warmly moist secrets of her vaginal orifice while she squirmed helplessly, feeling his fingers opening and closing inside her tender, secret little love-cleft.
Now the desperado leader was kneeling between her fearfully trembling legs, his massively long penis bobbing from its own weight as it cantilevered out from his sweating, hair-covered loins. He stared down at her firmly quivering breasts, at the shallow, white plain of her fear-tautened belly and then his hands went once again to the warm softness of her heaving mounds and he fondled them crudely as he slowly lowered himself until the tip of his eagerly jerking cock just brushed against the sparse puff of light brown pussy curls. 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 horrible ugliness of what was coming.
Suddenly ... "Aaaawwwwwwww!" She jerked, throwing back her head and opening her eyes in startled alarm as she felt his rigidly thick cock press between the softly yielding lips of her vagina and invade her private inner sheath. It was as if her own body had betrayed her, her own quivering pussy lips had sucked this invading masculine beast into her hidden innermost chamber. His fingers tightened on her breasts and he suddenly murmured, "Woman, you're really nice and tight inside. I mean, for a woman with two kids, you're fantastic!"
For one terrible, confused instant, Gloria in her abject fear and horror almost thanked him instinctively, then, "Please ... don't hurt me down there. Please!" she whimpered, softly so that there was no chance of anyone hearing her except Rafael. Emory and the others must have heard her cry out in pain at his initial entry, for she heard muffled arguing and loud voices now from the area of the fire.
"Don't whine at me, bitch! You're just like all the other women in this world. How long has it been since you've been really fucked? I don't mean some half-ass job from your old man, I mean a really good reaming-out, belly-busting fuck that leaves you so weak and tired you can't stand without your knees buckling for hours after."
Emory Danfield's naked wife gasped as she twisted to one side, her features starkly strained with anguish and the shame of her helpless plight.
“Tell me, woman, that old man of yours is getting pretty soft now, no? I’ll bet he can't even get it hard for you nights." Rafael gloated over his quivering frightened prey as he clutched her nakedly firm buttocks and remained pressed tight against her, hairs to hairs, flattening down the satiny soft globes of her breasts as, his face cheek pressed firmly to hers, he muttered his salacious ramblings into her ear.
"I'll bet you've been looking forward to some real loving on the side for years, no? Well, now's your chance, and no one can blame you. Just open up that sweet tail of yours and enjoy it, okay? And you'll have all you need, maybe a little more."
Feeling her tremble and squirm under him, Rafael drew himself out of the softly quivering lips of her elastic sheath, then lunged to his balls in a single vicious thrust that ground into her belly as he sank to the hilt deep inside her. She moaned beneath him, her nails slicing into her sweaty palms as she strove valiantly to hang on to her self-control, to hold herself back from the brink of shame and degradation in this sickening, lurid position she found herself in. No, no, she wouldn't give in! He could do what he liked, but she'd never give him the satisfaction of making her enjoy it, she wouldn't!
"Damn it, it's so nice and tight in there. I think, woman, that your husband has been derelict in his duties. But you just relax and open that cunt up for me and I’ll teach you some Cuban tricks to take back with you." He drew back again and again and lunged to the hilt each time, making her jerk convulsively as if he'd fired a rifle blast into her nakedly vulnerable body. A constant, mournful pleading poured softly from her lips. "Oooohh, don't hurt me, please! You're so big, please, don't hurt me!"
Rafael looked down at her mockingly, his first American woman now helpless and naked under his weight, and he flicked the end of his huge cock deep in her womb, delighting in the visible wave of pain and fear that rippled along her bare belly and into her chest as his maledom throbbed within her. "You haven't felt anything yet, bitch," he laughed coarsely, "Wait until I really get hard!"