Chapter 4
"Those miserable bastards!" Sue cried in a quaking voice. "Damn their stupid pricks! Can you imagine them leaving us to go after a fucking bunch of catfish?"
Rita watched the bright yellow raft vanish into the darkness, leaving a narrow silver wake as it sped north up the narrow channel. "God gives men balls instead of brains!" she raged.
Only Edna remained anywhere near calm. "We did tell them this was going to be a fishing trip."
"I was told once the moon was made of green cheese too, but I damn sure didn't believe it!" Sue replied.
"I think they did it on purpose," Edna said. "I think they know as well as we do what this weekend is for."
"Then 'why are they running off in a Goddamned rubber raft when I told your stupid husband Bill I thought it would be a fantastic place to fuck?"
"Think how fucking horny we're going to be when they get back, Edna said as a ray of hope.
"I'm fucking horny now!" Sue cried. She hiked up her skirt, tugged her panties down and wiggled a finger into her cunt. 'Tuck all three of them!" she cried, her tone of anger melting into one of restless joy as she circled her thumb around the thick nub of her clit. "I wouldn't give a shit if the bastards never came back!"
"Hey, Amos,'' Willie said with the binoculars locked to his eyes. "That little silver witch you want, she's standin' at the back of the boat fucking herself with her finger!"
"Gimme them glasses!" Amos roared. "Damned if she ain't! An' lookie there . . . her little twat has shining silver hair!"
"Let's go!" Enos rasped eagerly.
"Follow the men in the raft," Amos said as he lowered the glasses.
"Follow the men? Now you're fuckin' crazy!" Enos groaned.
"No," Amos said calmly. "I just wanna save my strength for the ladies. We let them damn fool city slickers get a ways up the north channel, then we blow a few holes in their toy boat. It'll take 'em three days to walk outta her... if they can even find the trail."
"Heh, heh, heh." Enos chuckled wickedly as he swung the big dugout pound. "Damn, Amos... that's good! I don't know which is bigger, your brain or your cock!"
"In jus' a little while we'll be back, an' then we'll ask the ladies."
"Haven't we gone far enough?" Frank asked.
Darkness had closed in all around them. The moss-draped limbs of thick oaks even blocked the faint light of the moon.
"We can't even see the houseboat from
Bill said with a backward glance. "We've made so damn many twists and turns, I'm not sure where we are."
"I say we head back right now." Frank said. "The hell with this make >em wait routine.
Before the last word had cleared his lips, he felt a sharp jolt. The fat inflated side of the boat lurched under his hand. "Jeee-zzzus."
The cracking sound of a rifle shot reached their ears, echoing dully off the steep canyon walls. Air gushed out of the neat round hole punched in the side of the boat. That rasping dry whistle doubled and they heard another rifle shot.
"Shit, we're being shot at!" Joe said. He dove out the back of the boat, his instincts still sharp from the time he had spent in Vietnam.
The rushing hiss of air became a bubbling sound as the yellow raft turned flabby and sank deeper in black water. Frank tumbled backwards out of the boat like the frogman he once was. He swam for shore beneath the surface, hardly making a ripple.
Bill's feet became tangled in a snarl of fishing gear. He was bent over, struggling to free himself when he heard another shot, a brittle crack and a lingering echo that sent chills of fear up his spine. He hit the water, thrashing awkwardly, calling in a shrill voice to Joe who was already darting into the cover of thick oak.
"I can't swim!" Bill gasped. Then his feet touched the muddy bottom and he heaved a sigh of relief. The water was no more than waist deep.
Dragged by the weight of the outboard, the yellow raft gave a final hiss and vanished beneath the surface, slipping stern first into the inky gloom.
They huddled in silence on the shore for several minutes, half expecting to hear another rifle shot. Only the chirp of insects and the mournful wail of a distant coyote broke the stillness of the night. Then they heard the snarl of a powerful outboard heading away.
"Now far you think we are from the houseboat?" Bill asked.
"At least five miles, maybe ten. With all the coves and inlets along the shore, it's hard to say." Joe gave a moan and stared off into the darkness. "I'll bet it takes us all night to find our way back."
Frank stirred uncomfortably on the rocky ground. "I'll bet it takes longer than that. There's jagged rock all over the ground, and we're all barefoot. We left our shoes on the fucking houseboat!"
Amos Jensen smiled. "Willie, you take my seat up here in front. I think it best the ladies see the good-lookin' one first when we pull up to their boat."
They traded places, moving nimbly for such large men. The dugout barely swayed from the shifting of their weight, and never strayed from a course heading straight toward the large, brightly lit craft at anchor just ahead.
"I hear an engine," Sue cried excitedly, "I think they're coming back!" She still had a finger thrust deep in her cunt, wiggling it in a tight spiral that made her wet pussy squirm.
"I don't think Joe's little outboard makes that much noise," Rita said, cocking her head toward the sound. Her soft dark hair flashed in the hazy glow from cabin lights behind them.
The long, slender dugout glided into the circle of light dancing on black water around the houseboat.
Willie smiled up from the bow of the low-slung craft and called out a friendly: "Hello!"
"Well, hello there!" Sue's eyes opened in a gaze of amazement.
The powerfully built young man in the bow of the carved out log was the sexiest hunk she had ever seen. Her jaw went slack, and she completely forgot about the finger she had stuck in her cunt.
"Hhhuunngh!" Sue cried when Willie climbed up on the deck and reached toward Rita with open arms.
Being tall, Rita seldom had to look up to gaze in a man's probing eyes. With this handsome brute, she had to crane her neck back when he got close, his strong hands grasping her at the waist.
"Shit, you are really something!" Rita greeted. Normally she would have pulled away and fought the stranger's sudden advance, but all the talking and planning they'd done for the trip, and then having their damn husbands go off fishing . . . it had her lush body anxious and seething with desire. Rita let herself slip warmly into the tight circle of Willie's arms.
Amos came up from the middle seat, emerging from darkness to loom like a mountain. The open front of his shirt showed a hairy chest as wide and matted as an old bearskin rug. Jagged, broken teeth brought a dull gleam from the gaping hollow of a cave-like mouth.
"Nice of you to get your little pussy warm for me," Amos said in a rough voice.
"Ooh, God!" Sue shrank back, whipping her finger from her cunt and trying to smooth down her skirt with the other hand.
Amos crossed the deck needing only to take one. step for three of hers.
"Don't touch me!" Sue screamed.
Something, flashed obscenely in Amos' coal black eyes, a steady glare like the headlights of an oncoming truck. He caught Sue around the narrow waist with hands almost large enough to meet front and back. Sue had taken night classes in self defense. Though half numb with shocking fear, she knew exactly what to do. She lifted her knee with savage force, driving to smash the big man's balls. But with his towering height and her short, trembling legs, she could only reach high enough to thump a harmless blow on the hard muscle of his thigh.
"AAAYYYY!" Sue screamed.
Amos' big hands slid up her sides, reaching for lush tits that heaved from her fearful gasping. As he reached his thumbs into the pits of her arms and spread his fingers to cover her huge tits, Sue twisted and shot up her right arm, her hand curved back to shatter his nose with the heel of her hand.
But Amos was too quick for her, too skilled from years of brawling in bars and logging camps. He turned his head and the heel of her hand skidded up the side of his rough-bearded cheek. He laughed at her feeble efforts and caught her wrists, wrenching both arms around her back.
"You try another stunt like that," Amos growled down at her, "and I'll break off both your arms. Then you won't have no way to wipe your pretty ass when you take a shit!"
"Uuuunnngh," Sue moaned.
Having her arms pinned behind her in his viselike grip made her massive tits thrust out even more than usual. Amos leered down at her with spittle drooling from both corners of his mouth.
"Get your fucking big paws off of me," she hissed. "My husband will be back any minute, and he'll kick your ass all over this boat!"
"Your husband won't be back for quite a while," Enos said. He stood by the rail with a high powered rifle resting in the crook of one long sinewy arm. "Maybe never," he added with cruel glee.
Edna sank into the shadows, trying to slip away. There was a CB radio on the bridge, If she could get to that, she could call for help on the emergency channel. And it was plain to her now that the three women would need help. A lot of help!
But Enos had the keen ears of a woodsman. He heard the faint rustle of her fleeing footsteps. "Come here, you skinny bitch! I don't want to put a bullet in the crack of your ass . . . not until my big long pecker has been in it first!"
Edna ignored his snarling threat. Fear gave power to her slender legs. She ran down a narrow passageway and scrambled up the ladder to the bridge.
Enos ran after her, muttering under his breath. He dropped the rifle and charged up the ladder after her, his long driving legs skipping every other one.
Edna whirled as she: reached the bridge. His snarling face bobbed up in view, and she launched a vicious kick.
"AAAGGHHH!" Enos felt a sharp stab of pain. He lost his grip on the ladder and tumbled back, crashing against the wall and slipping down in a long heap.
Edna flipped on the CB and spun the dial to Channel 9. "Breaker, breaker!" she screamed. Bill had put a CB in their pickup camper, and she knew how they worked. "Damn it!" she howled. "Does anybody hear me?"
The hiss of static was the only reply.
Enos gathered himself quickly, dragging his lanky frame up and coiling his hands on the ladder rungs, reaching for the top. This time he kept his head well to the side in case the bitch tried to kick him again.
"Breaker, breaker!" Edna kept screaming into the mike, watching the head of the ladder all the time.
When Enos' boney, skull-like face appeared, she whirled again. Enos dodged the kick and she, almost lost her balance, but she brought her foot back and stomped it down on the hand he had coiled around the top rung. She ground and twisted it under her spiked heel until Enos pitched back screaming and crashed on the deck below.
"This is the houseboat Moonglow in the north channel!" Edna wailed in a pleading voice. "For the love of Christ, somebody answer me! Mayday ... mayday! Oh, Luck!"
Enos made it up the ladder the third time. He grabbed Edna around the waist with one long arm, and ripped the mike cord off the radio set with the other hand. His hand was stiff and dripping blood from where she'd tried to crush it with her heel. His jaw ached and three of his crooked teeth 'were loosened from the slamming force of her kick.
He spit a slimy mix of blood and tobacco juice on the deck and hissed at her with mocking sweetness. "Damn it, bitch . . . you hadn't oughtta try to pull shit like that. You are likely to get this ole boy really pissed!"
Edna screamed and scratched for his beady eyes. Enos ducked and shot a balled fist toward the point of her chin.
"Uuunngh!" Edna's head snapped back and she started down, the useless mike slipping from her hand.
Enos caught her under one arm and jerked her back to her feet, whirling her around and jamming her slender body against the wall. He pulled her wrists together behind her back and tied them together with the mike cord wire.
"Now all you can scratch is your own ass. "he snarled.
Edna grunted, tugging against her bonds.
"Won't do no good," Enos laughed.
Then he grabbed the dangling microphone, lifted Edna's skirt, pulled down her pink panties and wedged it hard in the crack of her ass.
"You want to holler Mayday now, you'll have to shout it out your ass!" he said. A wicked grin warped his thin, blood-smeared lips and a wild cackle filled the cool night air. The only sound louder was Edna's horrible scream.