Chapter 8
Joe led the way along the darkened lakeshore. So little moonlight filtered through the trees that he had to almost feel his way, stepping carefully to avoid sharp rocks they could not see. Footsore and weary, they stopped at the mouth of a deep cove.
"Look at the size of that son-of-a-bitch," Joe said. "It'll take us an hour to walk around it."
"We could swim across the mouth," Frank said. "It isn't far."
"It is if you can't swim," Bill told them.
Joe scanned the cove. "It's a good landmark. If we had a map, we could at least figure out where we are, how much further we have to go."
"If we had a map," Frank said with bitter emphasis.
"I have a map," Bi1l said, removing thick wet folds of paper from his jacket pocket.
"And if we could ready in the dark," Frank went on.
"I have waterproof matches too," Bill told them.
Joe laughed. "Leave it to the fucking supply clerk!" He unfolded the map, spreading it on the ground and lit a match to study it. "This must be Stillwater Cove," he said. "And the houseboat is anchored here, about two miles south."
The match flickered out, and Joe lit another.
Frank studied the contour lines. "There's some damn rough country in between . . . steep canyons, tall peaks. Shit!"
Across the cove from the three men, Amy McCoy sensed danger. When the crickets outside her rustic cabin abruptly stopped their chirping melody, she blew out her lamp and reached for her twin-barreled twelve gauge. Her experience with the Jensen brothers had left her jittery, determined to shoot first and talk later if anyone came sneaking around again.
She saw the flicker of a match by the mouth of the cove. Squinting, she could make out the shapes of three men all hunched down and studying the ground.
"Bastards!" she hissed.
Her time with Willie had been fun, but no way in hell would she ever give herself to the other two. She thumbed the hammers back and waited, staring bleakly into the night.
The three men started forward, along the north rim of the deep cove. Joe kept in the cover of the trees, still not knowing who or for what reason anyone would shoot up their boat.
Amy watched and decided the three were up to no good. They were definitely sneaking toward her cabin, trying to stay hidden among the thick oaks.
"Bastards!" she hissed, and she raised the gun to fire.
The shotgun sounded like a dynamite blast.
"Jeeezzzus!" Rough bark sprayed off a tree only inches from Joe's head. He hit the dirt. Frank caught a spray of flying wood chips in the face, and he went down with a yelp of surprise.
"Aaagh! I'm hit!" Bill cried behind him. He felt a burning pain in his left arm.
Frank crawled back to him, fumbling in the dark to find the wound, not daring to raise his head. "It's just a scratch," he said reassuringly.
"There's a cabin up ahead," Joe said. He'd seen part of the porch in the flaming muzzle blast.
"Must belong to the bastard who shot up our boat," Frank said. "I say we take him and whip his ass into butter!"
"That was just a warning!" Amy called out. Joe's eyes probed the darkness for the source of the sound. "It's a fucking woman!" he gasped, still unable to see a thing.
"Willie can come in if he wants, but you other two get your asses out of here before I blow them off!"
"Willie? Who the hell is Willie?" Frank whispered.
"Ask her," Bill said. "It must be a mistake."
"No!" Joe said in a harsh whisper. "Don't give away our position. Whoever shot up our boat did it on purpose, and I mean to have his ass even if he turns out to be a her!"
"It'll be even better that way," Frank said. "We came up here for some fucking."
"Yeah; but she has a big damn gun," Bill said, still fingering his arm, "and the three of us are face down in the fucking mud."
Joe grabbed a handful of pebbles and pitched them into black water at the edge of the cove.
BLAM!
In the brief flash of light Joe saw the outline of the cabin again, and he heard a spray of buckshot rip the water exactly where the pebbles had gone in. "She's good," he said.
"She's very good," Frank agreed. "I'm going to like fucking her all the more!" He didn't know why exactly, but the thrill and tension of combat greatly increased his desire for sex. At home, trapped in the dull routine of suburban life, Frank had almost forgotten how good it could be.
Joe felt the same way. Though neither man said a word, each one knew from the other's rasp of anxious breath that their cocks were swelling hard. Bill had never been in combat, never heard a gun fired except on the practice range, but he felt it too an intense tingling of desire. "What do we do?" he asked.
"I can swim almost to the porch of the cabin, Frank said. "You two create a diversion . . . I'll go in underwater."
That's what Frank had been trained to do, and all the old thrills came rushing back.
"You'd better be good," Joe warned. "You saw how quick she hit the splash of those pebbles."
"I'm not just good," Frank said. "I am the fucking BEST! I'll see you bastards in the cabin!"
Joe tossed a piece of loose bark off to the side away from the water.
BLAM!
Frank dove at once, knifing into the water, hardly making a sound.
BLAM!
Sharp jets of spray leaped up, but by then Frank was gone, swimming silent and unseen beneath the black water of the cove.
From the shelter of a fallen log, Joe shouted:
"You're gonna get your ass fucked for sinking our boat, little lady!"
Boat? Amy wondered. What boat? But she fired toward the taunting sound of a rough male voice without giving it another thought.
Joe heard the thud of buckshot plowing into the other side of the log. He rolled, pitching sideways, and then darted forward, hugging the ground.
Amy caught a shadowy glimpse of him but held her fire, waiting for a clear shot.
Joe had a long way to go yet, and the last thirty feet was wide open . . . no cover at all.
"Yooo-hooo! I'm over here!" Joe called from behind a sturdy tree.
Amy sat with her finger coiled around the trigger, just waiting for him to move. She saw a faint movement toward the left and swung the muzzle that way.
Joe lunged, diving forward on the other side.
"Damn you!" she shouted. "Just wait until I catch your ass in the clear!"
But she never did. When his darting, elusive shadow reached the edge of the clearing, Amy sat hunched toward the window, the muzzle of the shotgun thrust out ready and waiting. She couldn't jerk it back in time when what seemed like a wet, moss-draped monster kicked in the door...
"Aaaggghh!" she screamed, tugging and trying to turn the gun around.
Frank slapped the side of her head, spinning her around.
"That's for tucking up our boat!" Frank growled, half out of breath from the long swim and quick rush on to the porch.
The other two charged through the door before Amy's lips stopped quaking. They grabbed the gun and tore it from her frightened hands.
"You're the rapists!" she screamed, eyes flicking from one angry face to the next. She moaned. "Shit! Now I wish Willie and his brothers were here!"
Frank already had his cock out, long and hard and surging with hot-blooded rage despite the chill of his long swim. Joe held Amy's arms pinned behind her back, jerking his hips and ramming her ass with his cock. Bill gazed hungrily at her, amazed how pretty she was while he began tearing off his clothes.
"Oh, God!" Amy moaned.
Frank held her now, pressing his naked cock into the dented back of her designer jeans while Joe stepped around in front, pulling off his clothes.
"You're the only one left who's overdressed," Joe said. He dove at her waist with grasping hands, pulling open the front of her pants. Bill popped off the buttons of her shirt in his excitement to see her tits.
As fear swelled inside her, Amy's sharp tits heaved invitingly. She also tore at the hands holding her arms behind her back.
"She squirms like a fucking eel!" Frank said. "Let's tie the little bitch up so we can all three go at her at once!"
"Good idea!" Joe agreed. He spun around, eyes searching for some rope or heavy cord.
"She's got a real nice pair of tits!" Bill said. He cupped them with his hands and raked her bulging nipples with the edge of his thumbnails, flicking them up and down in a blur of lusty desire. "How
can we tie her so we can all fuck at once?"
"Right here,." Joe said.
The bunk against the wall had a criss-cross lacing of rope to support the mattress pad. Joe pulled off the mattress and blankets and burled them aside, leaving just the web of rope in a rough wooden frame.
"We spread-eagle her cunt from above, and who gets that ripe little ass from underneath."
Frank studied the distance between the floor and the web of ropes that would be supporting the squirming redhead. "I 've got quite a cock," he said, "but no way will I reach her ass from way down there!"
"It will when one of us is on top, flicking her cunt and pushing her down to meet you!"
Amy moaned. "Why Me?"
"Because." Frank laughed. "We didn't have the stuff to plug the holes in our boat. But we've sure got what it takes to fill three of yours!"
Amy twisted, trying again to break free, but she only succeeded in grinding the puckered hole of her ass against the burning head of Frank's big cock.
"Aaagh! We don't have to draw straws," Frank said, prodding her toward the bunk with the shaft of his cock. "I want lieu sweet little ass . . . I'm hot for it already!"
"And I want her mouth." Bill said. "Edna's no good at sucking cock.. I like the way this little bitch works her lips!"
It was silent pleading that moved Amy's lips. She could not force herself to believe any of this was really happening. They looked like nice ordinary guys the kind you might, meet in town shopping at the supermarket, or downing a couple of beers at the corner bar after work. But something she could not understand had turned them into angry, powerful beasts.
They pushed her toward the rough bare ropes of the bunk, and she found herself powerless to resist. Her arms were still pinned in a rigid, vise-like grip, and the other two each grabbed an ankle, both lifting and leering as they pulled her trembling legs apart.
"Look at all the fuzz on her little cunt!" Joe said. "Look's like her twat is on fire! And it's mine, baby all mine! I'm gonna love fucking a little bitch who tried to blow my head off!"
"Any blowing she does now, she's gonna be doing with my hot pecker!" Bill said with smoldering joy.
"Uuuugh!" Amy's breath gushed out when they dropped her on the bed.
She kicked and struggled, but the three of them were too strong. They spread her arms and legs to the four corners of the frame, and they all chuckled with savage glee while they snared her wrists and ankles with tight loops of rope.
"AAARRRG!" She thrashed against her restraints, struggling like a netted fish, feeling the bite of the rope where she was tied and in a crisscross pattern all up and down her back.
"OOOOOH, GOD!" she cried. "Why me? What did I do?"
"You ain't done nothin' yet," Frank roared in a mocking deep voice of authority. "But before we get done, you'll have done it all! You are going to get fucked every way that a little red fox can get it!''
"Yeah!" Joe laughed. He was whipping his dick with a coiled hand. "I sure hope our wives have found something exciting to do, because I have the feeling we're going to be busy the rest of the night...