Chapter 13
The first really coherent thought she had came shortly after dawn when she was awakened by a loud banging on the back door. She wasn't sure which of the two women got off the bed, grabbed up their robe and hurried through the rooms to answer the door.
The next thing Sherry knew a ring of familiar faces surrounded the bed, gawking down at her. She made out the faces one by one--Gus, Red, Louie, Denny, Amy and Isabel.
Gus' big bull horn voice shook away any sleepiness that might have been lingering in her brain. "Well, this is what I call one hell of a sweet picture!"
"Yen," Red agreed enthusiastically. "Three broads stripped and greased and all ready to be saddled!"
A bedlam of confusion of noise followed with Amy and Isabel screaming. Before either of the two women could stop them, or even get them to listen to what they had to say, Gus grabbed Isabel and Louie seized Amy. Bound and gagged they were thrown across the bed and raped in full view of each other. Red, meantime, was perfectly contented to take advantage of Sherry's helpless situation and have another go at her on the crowded bed.
Denny did nothing. He just stood off to one side of the room, out of the way, watching the wild orgy with utter disgust. Denny himself was a sorry sight. One eye was swollen almost shut, his mouth was cut and bruised and his face was caked with dry blood to which flecks of sand had adhered. There was little mystery as to how Gus, Red and Louie found out where Sherry had gone, once they discovered her missing.
When Gus and Louie finished with Amy and Isabel, they bet Red a hundred dollars apiece that he couldn't keep his erection going long enough to dig the two women. They didn't take into consideration that Red was on a hot win streak. He not only took care of Amy and Isabel, he had enough left at the end to start aiming his perpetual hard-on at Sherry again. But Isabel finally managed to break free her hands and rip the gag from her mouth in time to interrupt him . . . but not as any particular favor to Sherry.
Picking Gus as the obvious leader of the group, she rushed at him and opened fire. "That, screw you filthy pigs just had is going to be the most expensive screw you ever had in your life!"
Gus stuck out his chin derisively. "Sez who?"
"Sez me," Isabel shot right back at him, unflinchingly. "That piece of ass is going to cost you exactly fifty grand!"
Gus laughed uproariously. "You're off your rocker, sister, if you think I'm gonna pay you one goddamn buck."
"You're right, you're not going to pay one buck" Isabel agreed as she reached for her robe and put it on. "Like I said you're going to fork over fifty thousand of 'em."
"Or what?" Gus challenged.
"Or I get on the phone in the next room and tell the cops where they can find the five jerks who held up the Grano City State Bank."
It came as something of a surprise to Gus that she knew who they were but he didn't let it throw him. Instead he shook his shaved head with mock regret and said, "Now that's what I call too bad.
You saying a thing like that. Because you just went and dug a deep grave for you and blondie." He indicated Amy.
The trace of a wise grin twisted one corner of Isabel's sensuous mouth as she continued to meet Gus' pig-eyed stare unblinkingly. "I wouldn't say that? Buster."
"Which makes twice you've been wrong," Gus retorted, his voice growing louder, his face darker. "You don't think for a split-second, we're gonna let a couple of loudmouth cunts like you two run around loose, do you? You don't think we're about to stand by, scratching our ass while you spill your guts to the fuzz, I hope?" He let his gaze wonder to the .38 revolver that Louie had taken from his waistband. "That there is Louie and the belcher he's holding has more notches on it than you got real teeth. Addin' two more to it ain't gonna disturb Louie in the least. Right, Louie?"
"Right," Louie substantiated and went about the business of rubbing up the barrel of the gun on his shirt sleeve, with quiet menace, as Isabel watched him.
Then she returned her gaze to Gus with a smirk of confidence. She said, "Before your boy starts target practice, maybe you better ask him how he'd like to have Joey Largo's hot breath wilting his collar?"
It was like the frame in a movie reel suddenly jamming in the sprocket, everything in the room froze for several moments. Even Sherry working in the bank in Grano, had heard of Jerry Largo.
Some people insisted that Largo was in league with the Mafia. Nothing could have been further from the truth. The relationship between Largo and the Cosa Nostra was, in a modified sense, like the setup between the USA and the Soviet Union. Each keenly resented the other's presence and while both were strong enough to carry on a continuing cold war, neither of them wanted to see the war turn hot.
Each had their own powerful, tightly-knit organization and few things were allowed to happen in the underworld that one or the other didn't have their finger in. When something did occur in their domain that neither one of them had sanctioned, it made them very unhappy because it not only made them look bad but encouraged others to step out of line--a very dangerous precedent. Which is why Gus and his group were so very concerned about what else Isabel had to say--especially since they pulled the job strictly on their own and could expect repercussions.
Louie was the first to break the temporary silence. "You're damn right I wouldn't want Joey Largo's breath on my neck," he declared. "Hell, I carried out my first contract for Joey. He gave me my start."
"Okay, okay," Gus bellowed irritably. "So what's all this gotta do with Joey Largo?"
The dark haired woman who had confronted him returned her gaze to Louie. She asked, "Ever hear Joey mention anybody named Isabel?"
"Isabel?" Louie echoed with a pause. "Hell, yes. He was all the time talking about her. Isabel was his sister."
Gus glared at the woman. "So what does that make you?"
"That makes me--Isabel," she snapped at him.
Gus' unpleasant-looking face washed white. "You're--you're trying to tell me you're Joey Largo's sister? I think you're fulla crap!"
Isabel turned and indicated the expression on Louie's face. "He doesn't think so."
It was clear that Gus didn't think so either. He asked, "What was all that malarkey about you callin' the cops? All you'd have to do is buzz Joey."
"Joey's in Europe," she explained. "But he'll be back. Should be home in another week or so. He makes it a point to spend the holidays here at the beach."
Gus had heard enough. With a brief nod toward Sherry, still trussed on the bed, he rumbled with annoyance, "Get her undone and let's get the hell back to the house."
As Red and Louie started to unfasten the cuffs on Sherry's wrists and ankles, Isabel followed Gus as he moved toward the door.
"You better wait'll we get some clothes on, Buster," she told him.
He wheeled to face her with a frown. "What for?"
"You owe us fifty thousand dollars," she reminded him.
He grinned then, mirthlessly. "You gotta be kiddin'?"
"I never kid when there's that much money involved."
"What makes you think I'm going to fork over fifty grand--just like that?"
"Better you pay us fifty thousand than split the whole take with Joey."
Gus studied her pretty but hard face. "You mean--if we give you fifty G's, you'll forget to tell your brother we're here?"
"That's about it."
"How can I be sure?"
She smiled brightly. "We've got to learn to trust each other."
He considered for a moment. Fifty thousand dollars was a hell of a lot of money but it was a lot cheaper than splitting a million dollars down the middle with her brother. All she'd have to do was pick up the phone and a fast jet would have Joey Largo back here in less than twenty-four hours. That not only would cost them half the bundle, it also could scramble all their plans. Besides--he glanced at Denny standing with his back still flattened against the wall and quickly made up his mind.
"Okay," he said to Isabel begrudgingly, "get your things on. We'll wait for you."
It was quite a procession that bucked the dawn wind and tramped through the heavy sand along the beach front from the place where Amy and Isabel lived to the house that Gus and his cronies had rented. Strung out in Indian file was Gus, Red, Louie, Denny, Isabel, Amy and Sherry in that order.
Gus wasn't the least bit hospitable. After they got to the house and he gave Amy and Isabel the money they demanded, he sent them back out into the morning cold without even so much as a drink or a cup of hot coffee. His logic was without sentiment. For fifty thousand dollars they could afford to buy their own stinking booze and coffee, was his way of figuring it. But as soon as the two women were gone, the three men broke out a bottle apiece of the bubbly and had Sherry put on a pot of coffee.
It was while he was swilling down the remains of his bottle that Gus turned to Denny and asked, "Y'know whose pile that fifty grand is coming from, don't you?"
Denny swallowed worriedly.
"From yours," Gus told him.
"No ..."
"I said yes. After that dumb trick you pulled, helpin' her get away, you're damn lucky we let you keep any of your share," Gus rambled.
"But I didn't know the woman in that house was Largo's sister, Gus," Denny perspired. "I had no idea. I heard you say lots of times that all a woman can cause is trouble. I thought I'd be doing everybody a favor, getting rid of her."
"Bullshit!" Red spat. "You were doing it for yourself. You figured with her out of the way, you'd have the field to yourself, you goddamn fairy!"
"I think the sonofabitch is still gettin' away too easy, even with the fifty grand it cost him," Louie tacked on with equal venom. As he spoke his distorted mind came up with another of his inventive perversions. He leaned across and whispered to Gus, then to Red. They all looked at Denny and laughed coarsely.
Denny shivered as he saw them get up from the table and come toward him. He tried to get away but Louie grabbed his arm.
"What--what are you going to do?" Denny chocked out.
"Take him in the bedroom," Gus directed.
"I'll get the cunt," Red said and went into the kitchen where Sherry was getting ready to serve the coffee. He grabbed her wrist roughly and told her, "Let's go!"
He pulled her into the bedroom. When they got there, she found that Gus and Louie had Denny on the bed, holding him down on his back. Red brought Sherry to the side of the bed and halted.
She watched Louie unzip the kid's fly, unbuckle his belt and pull down his trousers. There was no evidence of excitement under Denny's shorts. Louie unsnapped them and pulled them down below the knees. Then he pushed the bottom of Denny's shirt up above his navel.
Sherry couldn't help but give way to her curiosity to see what a fag looked like. Actually there was very little to see. Just an expanse of soft, pink flesh from his belly-button to his knees, broken only by a clump of black pubic hair out of which grew his penis, that hung down between his thighs like a limp, overcooked noodle.
Louie put a cupped hand between Denny's legs and lifted his testicles and penis for all to view. "He sure ain't got very much. A few inches less and he'd have a hole in his belly--and be a real woman."
"See if there's a bone in it," Gus ridiculed as he sat on the bed, holding a bottle in one hand and keeping Denny in prone position with the other.
Louie let Denny's testes drop and took the undersized penis between thumb and forefinger and began squeezing it. "Don't feel like there's nothing there. Maybe it don't have a bone?"
At this point, Sherry tried to turn and move away with disgust.
Red stopped her. "Where d'ya think you're goin? You got one of the leading parts in this soap opera."
Sherry didn't bother to ask question. By this time, she knew it would be wasted effort. All she could do was wait and watch.
On the bed, Louie, true to his corrupt form, seemed to be getting a tremendous bang out of trying to arouse Denny. Maybe because he himself had some latent homo tendencies? Maybe that's why he knew that what they had planned for Denny was one of the most humiliating things that could happen to a fag?
He pulled the tight foreskin of Denny's starchless penis as far back as it would go and held it like that in his left hand. Then he wet the tips of the fingers of his free hand and began rubbing them gently over the exposed, bright purplish-red glans.
Denny's thighs began to twitch against his will as Louie instigated a double action--stroking slowly with his left hand, brushing the fingers of his right feather-like over the sensitive knob. Gus got into the act by holding the chilled bottom of his bottle to Denny's nipples causing them to grow erect. After a couple of minutes, in spite of his mortification, Denny's penis began to rise also, fleshing out, growing hard.
"Dig up Ripley!" Louie exclaimed. "The goddamn fag's got a hard-on."
"Make it fast-get her clothes off!" Gus called to Red.
Red was already pulling at her things. Sherry made no attempt to stop him. Having herself stripped was getting to be old hat. Except for last night in Amy and Isabel's bedroom, she couldn't remember the last time she'd taken off her own clothes.
The minute she was nude and Gus pulled her down onto the bed--Denny's pecker faded. Louis pulled and played with it but nothing happened.
"Okay," Louie told Sherry. "Get on top of him."
By now Sherry knew better than to disobey an order that any one of the three men gave her--especially after they'd consumed almost a bottle of booze apiece, which always left them in a surly mood. She needed no instructions, either. She knew what they wanted her to do.
In a way she felt sorry for Denny. She remembered how Margo as a lesbo, felt about men. The mere thought of having anything to do with a man made her violently ill, to the point of wanting to retch. Since Denny was the male counterpart of a lesbian, Sherry could guess that he must feel the same way about having sexual relationship with a woman. But as sorry as she might have been for Denny, she was even more concerned about herself and what would happen if she didn't do everything they told her to.
So she knelt astride Denny's middle, leaving just enough room between her crotch and Denny's wilted organ for Louie's hand to reach in, clasp hold of it and begin to masturbate the kid with knowing slowness.
Weakly, Denny pleaded with Louie to stop, struggling to try to squirm away. But with Gus still pinioning his shoulders and Red holding his legs, it was impossible for him to move. Gradually under Louie's masterful guidance, Denny's penis began to lift its vermillion head like an awakening flower reaching for the warm sun. The moment it showed any indication of being able to stand on its own, Louie again stripped back the clinging foreskin and told Sherry to press down.
As she lowered herself, little by little, she allowed the moist lips of her vulva to open wide. She felt the throbbing, satiny smooth knob of Denny's virgin tine slide easily into her hot, and velvet-lined feminine pocket. There was a momentary softening on his part as uncertainty and perhaps even a flash of terror swept through him. But when she closed her labia around the base of his shaft and the suction drew him deep into her fevered body, she felt him grow bigger and bigger until he reached dimensions that surprised her very pleasantly.
She heard him moan as she held him there in her tender trap and allowed her juices to flow around him while caressing his super-sensitive tip with the tiny membranes deep inside her vagina. She scarcely moved against him, just enough to keep adding to the sublime pleasure she was bringing him.
She looked down at his bruised and lacerated face. He was sweating profusely, eyes closed, mouth sucking air. But there was no pain in it now, except for the very delightful torture she was administering.
She could only liken what he must be feeling at this moment to her own first sexual experience. It seemed a lifetime ago but she could still remember vividly the way she felt, as pleasure took form and warmed her body. Just as Denny had done, she struggled against it, hating herself for giving into the feeling. But as it mounted rapidly, overcoming her protests and making her body come alive, she no longer was aware of what she was doing, knew only that she was thundering toward some sort of excruciating climax.
She felt Denny go off inside her now with a groan--quaking again and again with each torrid release that shot out of him to coat and soothe the rawness of her womb. Everybody around them laughed tauntingly at the pained expressions he made and the sounds that came from his throat as she stayed atop him, squeezing, siphoning until she had drawn every last drop of sperm from his wrinkled sacs. Then she rolled off him and let his phallus drop lifelessly between his thighs.