Chapter 2
It took Sherry several moments to convince herself that what she was seeing actually was taking place. Then she remembered seeing a movie on television, that showed wetbacks being smuggled across the border in the false bottom of a trailer, very similar to this one. Only these four men clearly were not wetbacks. Of varying ages, ranging from one who looked to be in his mid-twenties to another in his late forties, they were of as many different sizes, shapes and colorings. Although at the moment, Sherry's brain was far too concerned to see little more than four, big, very unpleasant-looking men, stretching; working the circulation back into their cramped legs and arms.
"No problems?" she heard one of the men ask Ben. He was a big man, heavier-set than Ben, with a shaved head, a large nose and thick, repulsive-looking wet lips.
"Not a one, Gus," Ben replied.
"How far are we from Grano?" Gus wanted to know.
"Maybe twenty-five, or thirty miles," Ben told him.
A sullen-looking man with pig eyes and several days of growth of red beard on his chalky face cut in.
"Next time I do the driving and you get to ride in this cruddy trailer," he said to Ben.
Another of the men with snarled black hair that hung almost to his shoulders, suddenly discovered Sherry. His name was Louie and he came around the side of the trailer to where she was standing. He eyed her breasts and her nicely rounded thighs, lasciviously.
"Hey, like you said," he declared to Ben. "She's okay. She's gonna made a real nice piece for the duration."
Sherry backed away from the man as he reached out a hand to stroke her long, soft brown hair. Her face wreathed with sudden terror, she looked up at Ben. "Duration of what? What's he talking about?"
The man with the long black hair frowned at Ben over his shoulder. "You mean you ain't told her yet that we're all gonna share your honeymoon?"
Sherry felt a cold fear crawling in the pit of her stomach. She looked up at Ben, blankly. "What's he mean--share our honeymoon?"
"I mean you ain't gonna have only one husband, Baby," Louie informed her. "You're gonna have FIVE."
Ben shoved Louie backwards into the side of the trailer, roughly. "Shut up!"
Louie came back at him, bristling. "What the hell's with you? What makes you think you got any goddam monopoly on her?"
"I said--shut up!" Ben blazed.
"Like hell I will!" Louie retorted, thrusting out his chin, defiantly. "I got as much claim on her as you have."
"We all have!" the man with the red hair tacked on as he came forward, hands knotted at his side, belligerently.
Gus, with the shaved head interrupted. Suddenly he took on an air of authority, his voice ringing out, sharp as the crack of a pistol.
"Knock it off--the lot of you!" he barked. "We got a million bucks stashed in the bottom of this rig--and I ain't lettin' any of you cunt-hungry bastards blow it over any lousy bitch. Another couple of weeks and you'll be able to buy all the ass you want. Now get this crap back inside the trailer so we can get the hell outta here!"
By the way the other men reacted to his words, Gus obviously was in charge. They buried their grievances, at least temporarily, and began reloading the trailer.
Sherry just stood there, watching them, her body numb, her mind at the moment, incapable or unwilling to comprehend what actually was happening.
"Get the broad in the trailer," Gus ordered, when the reloading was finally completed.
Ben turned to Sherry. "Let's go."
She stood firm, her face a mask of incredulity, eyes staring up at Ben, dazedly, as she asked, "Who are these men?"
"Everything'll be explained to you, later," Ben told her. "Just get into the trailer."
As he reached out to assist her, she drew back from him, her mouth tight, eyes angry with defiance. "No! I want to know now. I want to know who these men are, what they mean by having a claim on me, being married to me as much as you are ..."
He grabbed her arm, roughly, his voice harsh. "I said later! Now get in the damn trailer!"
As Ben began dragging her toward the rear door of the trailer, Sherry continued to struggle against him. Stabbing an accusing finger at Gus, she cried out, "He said there's a million dollars in the trailer. That's how much was stolen this morning from the bank!"
Things had begun to add up in her mind. The explosion and Ben's arrival a few minutes later. The four men hidden in the false bottom of the trailer. The newscaster said that four men plus the driver of the getaway car had robbed the bank. Counting Ben, there were five men here now.
Sherry's face grew paler and she began to quiver under Ben's hands. Incredible as it might be for her to believe, the facts all were there, including all the questions she remembered Ben asking her about the bank--including personnel, operations, etc. At the time, she thought he was just being curious about her job as a teller. Now she knew his motive was a lot more ulterior than that.
"You--you and these men--you robbed the bank this morning, didn't you?" she blurted out, dying a little as her eyes searched Ben's glowering countenance, hoping to find a denial, but knowing she would not.
"C'mon, c'mon, get that goddam gabby dame in the trailer so we can get outta here," Gus barked impatiently. "Somebody spots us, they'll blow the goddam whistle. Let's go!" He directed his next words at Ben, as Ben started to boost Sherry into the trailer. "You get up front and drive."
Louie ogled Sherry's liberal expanse of shapely thighs as she took the big step into the trailer. He ran a hand over her rounded bottom and said to Ben, "You don't have to worry none, we'll take good care of her here in back."
Sherry felt her flesh crawl and her body grow weak as she was pulled down onto the floor of the trailer. Somebody had pulled a mattress out of one of the bunks for her to lie on. It may have made her more comfortable but it certainly did nothing to alleviate her fears.
Whether or not Ben had any objections to his "wife" riding in back with the four men, while he drove, he was outvoted four-to-one. Not only that, he was the only one of the quintet who'd traveled this route before, casing it carefully.
Without argument, he got behind the wheel and after the door of the trailer was closed and locked securely from the inside, he backed out of the side road, heading southwest toward the beach and the most unusual honeymoon any girl ever had.
In the trailer, Sherry lay on her back on the mattress, sobbing, her body trembling fearfully as Gus, Louie and Red--the man with the carrot top--hovered over her. The fourth man, Denny, was the youngest of the group and looked it. Frail, with boyishly delicate features, a weak mouth and translucent blue eyes behind long lashes, he took no part in the action going on around Sherry. He was content to sit back, out of the way and just watch.
"Let's get a load of her tits," Red said impatiently.
Sherry cringed. "No ..."
She tried to push away his hands as they came toward her. But Louie grabbed her shoulders and pinioned her to the mattress, while Gus straddled her legs so she couldn't kick.
"You play nice, sister, and you won't get hurt. Otherwise, you might not come out all in one piece," Gus warned her. Then he nodded the "go ahead" to Red. Red reached out and felt around her breasts outside her pink dress for a moment. Then he hooked his fingers into the lowcut neckline and tore the dress down the front, shredding it from her body as though it were tissue paper. The elastic band of her bra parted instantly under his hands and Sherry was naked from the waist up.
The three men ogled her voluptuous globes, taut and white as two mounds of fluffy marshmallow, topped with mouth-watering, cherry-red nipples made expressly for suckling. Their loud, coarse, gutter comments scalded her eardrums as she lay helplessly under their hungry gaze. She tried to drown out their crude words and ignore the touch of their hands as they massaged her breasts and plucked and toyed with the points making her body quiver with excitement.
"Boy, she's really got the knockers!" Louie declared.
Red shook his head as he lifted one of her breasts and squeezed it as he might a huge, white rubber ball. "I wouldn't know. I ain't seen a real, live tit in three whole years." Gus, still sitting on her legs, had his fill of her breasts, then he ran his hairy-backed hands slowly upwards along her thighs, under her short skirt and over her nylon panties. In spite of her pleadings and protests, her body proved traitor--same as it had all her life.
Gus wasn't at all gentle and showed little finesse. Yet under his active fingers, she could feel herself responding, coming alive. Her labia grew moist and her loins began to move involuntarily.
"I ain't sucked on a tit in so long, I forget what one tastes like," Red declared.
"Be my guest," Louie said facetiously.
Sherry felt the heavy, hot wetness of Red's tongue as it skimmed over her breasts, halting to suck up each nipple in turn.
"Hey--she tastes like she's givin' milk!" he insisted.
Louie laughed. "You were in stir too long!"
So stimulating was the mouth on her nipples, that Sherry was unaware of Gus stripping down her panties, until they were off. She stiffened out to try to prevent him fro prying apart her legs. But he was much too strong for her.
"You guys wanna see somethin' real pretty?" he asked Red and Louie when he finally had her legs spread wide apart.
They left her tingling breasts to have a look between her legs.
"Jeez, what a bush!" Red exclaimed. To hell with the bush, get a load of that box. Now that's what I call juicy," Louie declared. Without hesitation, he dug the middle finger of his right hand deep into the yawning, hair-trimmed, pink cavity. Sherry moaned and squirmed as he began wiggling his finger inside her. When finally he plopped it out of the oozing hole, it was glistening wet to the knuckle. With an almost automatic reflex, he put the moist digit to his mouth and began licking it with genuine relish.
Red scowled with aversion as he watched Louie's antic. "You eat that stuff?"
Louie lifted a dubious eyebrow. "You tryin' to tell me you never went down on a broad?"
Red's face grew shades darker. "You think I'm some kinda lousy muff-diver?"
"You don't know what you're missin'," Louie retorted. He went on licking his finger clean as he and Red watched Gus prod the girl, lewdly, making her thighs jump and causing little sounds of humiliation and protest to escape her throat.
"She sure is goosy," Gus remarked.
"I'll bet she screws like a minx," Louie tacked on, then as an after-thought, "Show her your cock, Gus."
"Later," Gus replied.
"Y'know, she ain't too big," Louie pointed out to Gus, as he ran a hand downward over Sherry's satin-smooth belly and then through her luscious crop of curly, dark pubic hair to the entrance of her femininity. "You think she's gonna be able to handle all that meat of yours?"
Gus cut in with his usual coarse vernacular and said, "Cunts stretch."
Red looked at Denny still sitting a few feet away. "You talking about the oversized wang of yours Gus, you got the kid's mouth waterin'. Look at him drool."
Gus and Louie both turned to have a look at the youngest member of the group. It was true. Denny was running his tongue over his lips, feverously, as he focused his gaze on the gargantuous lump that had risen in Gus' trousers.
Gus shook his head, emphatically. "Not while she's available, Sonny Boy."
"Hey, I'll bet you ain't never even seen a broad's pussy," Red teased the kid. When Denny made no reply, Red grasped one of his arms and pulled him closer so that he had an unobstructed view of the area between her thighs, wet and sticky with a gauzy film.
As Red continued to hold Denny there and make him watch, Louie parted the shimmering wet, pink lips of Sherry's vagina so that Denny could see into the dark, palpitating tunnel. Louie pointed to the pea-like knob at the top of the slit.
"See that, kid? That's the little man in the boat," he explained. "You tickle him long enough and he'll cough up his goddam guts. Watch."
With his middle finger, still wet with his own saliva, Louie touched Sherry's clitoris and began rotating and stroking it, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
"No . . . no . . . " Sherry screamed, twisting desperately in a futile attempt to get away. The way they were all leaning over her, it was impossible for her to move.
Like a wounded doe set upon by three sex-hungry jackals, Sherry lay there helplessly, letting them do whatever they wanted to her body. By her expression and the occasional sounds she made, it wasn't entirely disagreeable to her. If only they'd been less crude in their talk and their manipulations, and hadn't worked on her all at the same time, she might have actually enjoyed some of the things they did, once she was sufficiently aroused.
"She sure heats up quick," was the way Louie put it as he went on rolling her clitty around and around in a circular motion with the tip of his finger, causing her to grind against his hand, involuntarily. "Look at her go. Why don't you plough her now, Gus?"
"Go ahead," Red urged as he continued to hold onto Denny with one hand, getting some sadistic pleasure out of making the kid view the proceedings. "Show him how it's done."
"Yen," Louie added anxiously. "You dig the clam, Gus and when it's done, we'll all dip our spoon in the chowder."
"I'll bet the kid here ain't never watched a broad get screwed," Red insisted.
"She ain't never gonna be more ready then she is right now," Louie tacked on as he ran a hand through her dripping trough.
Gus shook his shaved head, resolutely. "Later, when we get to the cottage and can relax and enjoy it."
It was the first mention Sherry had heard of "the cottage". She wondered if it really was a cottage and where it was located and how long they intended keeping her there.
Looking down at the glistening wet hollow he'd just finished caressing, Louie breathed heavily and licked his lips, hungrily. Finally he said, "Hell, we can't let a bowl of chowder like that go begging. If nobody's gonna bang her, it can't hurt none if I have just a sip for lunch."
The next moment, his long, dark-haired head disappeared between Sherry's thighs and he began tonguing her clitoris. Sherry just lay there, moaning and squirming, making no attempt to get away from the mouth fastened to her labia.
In the meantime, Red let go of Denny, who scrambled across the floor of the trailer to where Louie was lying. Suddenly insane with passion, the Kid clawed at Louie's fly until he got it open. He dug inside with his fingers and brought out Louie's penis. It was hard, the skin drawn back all the way from the swollen, wet, vermillion head. Denny licked over the length of it then plunged it into his mouth, hungrily. Louie didn't seem to mind it at all. If anything, he appeared to enjoy it immensely, even when Denny's knowing lips and tongue brought him to a too-quick climax.
The moment he ejaculated, Louie's sexual appetite was appeased and he drew back from Sherry with the mild disgust and sudden disinterest that often follows. Sherry lay there, breathing heavily, eyes open wide staring up at the nothingness of the ceiling of the trailer above her. It was a moment of terrible frustration, as she teetered on the verge of orgasm--desperate for relief.
It was too much for Red. The sight of her lying there, panting in heat, her thighs and her labia wet and wide open, invitingly, was more than he could endure after three years without a woman. He ripped open his fly and yanked out his penis. It was much larger than Louie's hard and throbbing, the meatus at the tip of the head drooling. He started to position himself between Sherry's legs, when Gus' hand shot out. The hairy back of it caught Red across the mouth and sent him careening, sprawling backwards onto the floor.
As Red straightened away from the wall, Gus glared at him, furiously. "Nobody gets to ball the broad until I get done with her. And I told you that ain't gonna happen 'til we get to the cottage and get settled. So put away that ugly-looking prick and forget it!"
For a moment it looked as if Red might be going to argue. But apparently he thought better of it. He hesitated a second to look at Denny's sensuous red lips, ready and waiting. Then his eyes flitted to the girl lying naked before him on the floor. After doing without a woman for three years, it was pretty clear that he wasn't going to feed his big, meaty bone to a fag. As Gus said, he could wait a little while longer until they got to the cottage. So he waited until some of the hardness faded from his penis then stuffed it back into his trousers and closed his fly.
Gus threw Sherry the remains of her torn clothes. "Party's over for now. Get dressed before you give somebody else ideas."
The way he said it, sounded as if it was her fault. But she didn't comment. She was thankful for the respite no matter how brief. Normally, if she'd been aroused the way she was now, she would have felt exactly the opposite. Because she found out a long time ago that it wasn't as easy for her to turn it off, as it might be for some girls. Sufficiently stimulated, she usually had to go all the way. However, this was a situation entirely new to her. She'd never found herself alone with five men before. She'd never had three men strip her and manhandle her. Yet, this obviously was only the prelude. She dreaded to think what might be in store for her when they got to "the cottage" and as Gus said they could "relax".
What would they do to her? Would Ben try to stop them, or would he react to Gus' orders the same way he did when Gus told him to stay up front and drive the car?
As she put on her torn clothes and moved back away from her tormentors, Sherry tried to make herself believe that none of this was happening, that it was all just a part of a horrible dream. She kept telling herself, over and over, that any moment she'd wake up and find out that she'd dozed off and wasn't back here in the trailer at all, that she was still up front in the Barracuda, sitting next to Ben. That they were still rolling toward that "One week away from the world" that he'd promised her. When none of these things worked for her anymore, she tried rolling back the hours . . . the days . .. the months to when it all began . . .