Chapter 5
"Everybody ready?" Chico asked the next morning. It was a little after ten o'clock and they were all in the decrepit shack again. "Any questions?"
His cold eyes swept over the room, resting on Thad and Chris for a moment as he watched them shake their head nervously, then moving on to Wally and Joe who were sitting on the dirty bed.
"No questions," Wally answered for them both, anxious to be on the way. He and Joe had driven the stolen van that was to be used in the getaway up to the shack the night before, and they had spent a miserable night in the littered cabin.
Satisfied, Chico rose and indicated that the operation had begun. He went over to the door and waited for them to go out to the waiting van. Chris got into the driver's seat and started the motor while the others piled into the bac.
In about fifteen minutes they were pulling into the crowded parking lot of the supermarket. Chico directed Chris to a parking spot near the market entrance. She parked cautiously but aawkwardly between two other cars and turned off the motor.
"Okay, now we wait," Chico said, ligting up a cigarette and drawing deeply on it as the others relaxed as much as the cramped space would permit. Chico looked down at his watch. "The armored car should be here in about ten minutes if it's on schedule. It'll take about another ten minutes to deliver the money and for them to leave. As soon as it gets here Wally and Joe go into the market and start shopping." He stared coldly at the two men. "Now, damnit, I want you two fuck-ing goons to look natural ... like you belonged in there. And I want you both to be back by the manager's office when the guards leavel. You make damned sure they're out of the store before you go in and put the heist on him and the assistant manager, got it? Thad and I will be in as soon as the armored car leaves. You just make sure they don't press the alarm, I don't want you to do anything else!"
"Shit, Chico, we've been through this a thousand times," Joe complained. "We know our fucking jobs!"
"Then by God you'd better not screw anything up!" Chico warned harshly. He turned to Chris. "Ss soon as we go in you drive around the back and wwait by the loading dok. I don't give a fuck what happens, you don't move until we come out, got it? And keep the engine running!"
Chris nodded, whishing desperately now that she had never gotten mixed up in this mess. It was one thing to talk in the abstract about a robbery, it was something else again to be actually doing it. Her whole body was trembling and her heart was poinding in her magnificent chest.
They waited then, none of them speaking, each lost in his own thoughts of what their share of the moeney would mean. It was unbearable cramped and hot in the van and they shifted their bodies trying to find some minimum comfort.
"Here it comes!" Chris finally said in a choked voice as she saw the bulky armored car pull up in front of the supermarket. She watched as the back door of the money wagon opened and a uniformed guard get out, quickly joined by a man from the front of the armored car.
"Give them a minute and then go itn," Chico whispered to Wally and Joe. He crept up behind the front seat of the van and watched the two guards pull a canvas sack from the rear of the truck and slam the door shut. They looked around the parking lot for any sign of trouble and then moved toward the front door of the supermarket.
"Go!" Chico said, pushing the door of the van open. Wally and Joe were out of the van and gone in a moment, walking several feet apart, as if they were strangers.
The next few minutes wait was almost unbearable, and Chris could feel the elctric tension in the air. All of them were sweating heavily, with huge drops of salty perspiration beading on Chico's forehead and running down his nose. Suddenly he tightened as he saw the unifromed guards coming out of the store. The men were joking with each other as one of them unlocked the back door of the armored car and the other slipped inside. After the door was secured again, the other guard went around to the front of the truck and in a moment it was driving out of the parking lot.
"Let's go," Chico cried out, pushing Thad out of the van. He paused for a moment before closing the door. "Okay, cunt, get this thing started and get around the back!"
Chris was amazed that the motor started on the first turn of the key. Her fingers were trembling so badly that she was sure that it would fail. She watched Chico and Thad going into the market before she put the van in gear and backed out of the parking space. It seemed to her as if every eye in the parking lot were on her as she slowly drove around the side of the building and pulled to a stop a few feet away from the large loading dock there. There were two doors, a large corrugated overhead door and a smaller entrance. Chris' eyes were riveted to the smaller of the two, expecting the four men to come bursting out of it at any moment.
She tried to imagine what was going on inside the manager's office at that moment. The four men would be holding the cowering market employees at bay with their threatening pistols, their faces covered by ski masks as they stuffed the money into the laundry bag that Chico had stuffed under his coat. She prayed that nothing would go wrong, that no one would be hurt or killed by the snarling ex-convict and his henchmen. She could feel her seaty palms slipping on the steering wheel of the van as she gripped it tightly and waited.
It seemed like time was suspended in the hot parking lot. Nothing moved, not a leaf of the stunted trees bordering the market area nor even the scattered pieces of discarded paper that lay on the ground. The only sound was her own heavy breathing and the quiet purr of the van engine.
Suddenly the back door opened and Chris saw four masked figures run out of the building. No! There were five figures! Astruggling young girl dressed in a white smock, her frightened face contorted with horror, was being dragged along by one of the men. She could see their guns drawn, the laundry bag gripped tightly in Chico's meaty hand as they ran down the few steps and toward the waiting van.
Oh God! What are they doing? Chris thought desperately. She watched them running toward her. Instinctively, she reached around and pushed the side door of the van open, her face ashen, her hands trembling violently again.
Chico threw the bag full of money into the van and then stood on the hot pavement and shoved Thad inside. Then, as Wally and Joe reached the truck, the terrified hostage between them, he cocked his fist and smashed the girl cruelly on the chin. Her slender young body sagged for a moment between the men as her dazed eyes closed mercifully.
"Get it ... get in, you stupid bastards! Hurry!" Chico ordered, his normally low voice high and excited now.
Wally let go of the girl's arm and she half-dropped to the pavement, held up only by the tight grip that Joe had on her other arm.
"Throw her in!" Chico screamed, turning around to see a man suddenly emerge from the door from which they had just excaped. He threw up his arm, his pistol cocked and ready. A deafening noise rocked Chris as she heard him fire.The man on the platform scurried back inside as the bullet whistled by his head.
"Leave her ... leave the stupid cunt!" Wally whined, trying to climb into the van.
"No, put her in there, you fucking moron!" Chico exploded, reaching down and helping Joe lift the girl's lifeless body into the van. "This cunt saw me before I had a chance to get my fucking mask on. We're taking her with us!"
He turned and fired another shot at the empty doorway as Chris gunned the van engine, desperate to be away from the market. She imagined she could hear piercing sirens from somewhere in the distance.
"Hurry ... oh God, hurry!" she screamed, wondering if she would be able to drive at all. Her whole body was shaking and she couldn't control her hands or legs.
Then they were all inside and Chico was pulling the side door shut behind him. "Get out of here, bitch!" he shouted at the terrified Chris, shoving his gun against her side in a desperate attempt to make her move faster. His rat-like eyes were still on the doorway of the loading dock and he rolled down his window and rested his gun on the window-ledge, prepared to shoot again if anyone were foolish enough to try and come after them.
Miraculously, Chris was able to put the van into gear and move away jerkily. Don't let it stall, she prayed desperately, oh God, don't let it stall!"
She drove around the side of the building, amazed at how normal everything was in front of the market. People were parking their cars and coming and going as if nothing had happened. She rolled smoothly across the lot now, toward the highway, concentrating entirely on the stop sign that awaited her, hoping that the highwway was clear.
"Get going, bitch!" Chico snarled as she started to brake for the sign. "For chrissakes don't stop now!"
For the life of her, Chris didn't know how they made it back to the turn-off for the shack. She expected at any moment to see police cars screaming after them. She could hear the girl in the rear of the van groaning as she came slowly back to consciousness, and Chris pitied her as much as she had ever pitied anyone in her life. Chico would never let the girl leave alive to identify him as one of the robbers.
The burly ex-convict was sitting beside her, highly agitated as his eyes scanned the road behind them. "Shut that fucking cunt up!" he yelled at Joe. "Gag her or something!"
"It was crazy to bring her along ... crazy!" Wally whined. "Why don't we just shoot her and dump her along the fucking road!"
"Shut up, Wally," Joe commanded, pulling the girl's apron off and ripping it into strips. He wrapped her wrists tightly and then bound her legs. Then he told Wally to take his hand from the horrified girl's mouth so he could gag her.
As soon as the gunman' hand came away the girl started to scream, almost causing Chris to swerve off the road. Then the screams stopped as the tight cloth went around her mouth. All that could be heard were her terrified groans as she thrashed about in the crowded rear of the van.
"There's the turn-off!" Thad yelled, afraid Chris was going to go by it and have to turn around on the highway. There was little traffic, but any suspicious movement was a threat.
Chris jammed on the brakes an steered the van erratically toward the narrow dirt road. They were all tumbling around as she fought to keep from running into one of the trees that bordered the road. Finally, her arms aching from the strain, she managed to slow the van down and regain control.
"Jesus Christ!" Chico hollered, his thick body swaying back and forth on the front seat of the van. "Are you trying to kill us? Slow down!"
The frightened young redhead did as she was told, easing up on the accelerator as climbed the steep grade. She could still hear the young girl in the back groaning with terror and pain from the tight strips of cloth that bound her wrists and ankles.
"Okay, slow down here and let Wally and your boyfriend out," Chico said. He looked back over his shoulder at the two men. "Make sure the road is blocked. I don't want any company. You know what to do, Wally?" He winked evilly at Wally.
The words chilled Thad and a shiver ran up and down his spine as he climbed out of the truck. So this was where he was to get it! Apparently Chico was going to let Wally do his dirty work. He could imagine the sick smile on the other's face as he pulled the trigger of his gun. Fuck you, Chico, he thought to himself. I'll see you back at the shack, and you're going to get the fucking surprise of your life!
Wally and Thad watched the van move away, each of them watching the other warily. The felled tree lay by the side of the road, its broken huge branches waiting for them. Thad waited until Wally turned and moved toward the tree before he snaked his hand around and pulled his pistol from his back pocket.
"Come on," Wally whined, "let's get this tree moved, huh."
Thad couldn't help from smiling. It was just like the ugly man to let him stay alive long enough to help him move the tree and block the road. He watched Wally bend down and grab one end of a heavy branch.
"No, Wally," Thad said in a cool voice, "you move the fucking thing yourself!"
Stunned by the unfamiliar tone of Thad's voice, Wally straightened up, his eyes widening as he saw the barrel of the pistol in the other man's hands pointed directly at his stomach.
"W-w-what are you doing?" he asked incredulously. "Jesus, man, what are you doing?"
"Just get those fucking hands of yours above you heard, creep," Thad snarled, inching toward the terrified Wally. "You and Chico must think I'm really stupid or something. Nice and neat. hugh? You put a slug into me and then split my share of the loot!"
Wally was sweating as he trembled. His eyes were narrow now, flashing back and forth, trying to figure some way out of the danger he had allowed himself to get into. The one thing he had never counted on was that Thad would kill before he could get the drop!
"Honest, Thad, we wasn't going to do that!" he pleaded. "Hey, man, you're our partner. Listen, this is a joke, right? You're only kidding?"
Thad watched Wally for any sign of movement as he pulled the man's gun from his waistband. He released the chamber and held the gun up so that the cartridges slipped out of the chamber and down onto the dusty ground. Then he tossed the gun as far as he could into the woods.
"Turn around," he ordered, ignoring Wally's fervent pleas for mercy. "Hurry up, I haven't got all day, creep! Okay, now you pull those fucking branches across the road and be quick about it!"
Wally did as he was told, grateful for even a few more moments of life. His whole body was shaking from fear and the strain of handling the heavy branches, and his shirt was soaked with perspiration. When he was done, he turned back to Thad.
"Hey, man, how about a deal? We'll split fifty-fifty, okay? Fuck Chico and Joe! We'll go up to the shack and draw down on them and take the loot. You and your cunt can split while I take care of them and the other girl." He paused, waiting for some reaction from Thad. When none came he started to plead again. "Don't kill me, buddy, don't please...."
"What was it going to be, a slug in the back?" Thad asked quietly.
"No! Honest, I was only going to shoot you in the leg so you couldn't follow us," Wally said, almost crying now. "I wouldn't kill you, buddy. Man, we been friends!"
There was a look of indignation and surprise on Wally's ugly face as he looked down and saw his stomach torn apart by the bullet from Thad's gun. Then, his eyes going dull at last, he crumpled to the ground.
Thad walked over to him and kicked his body with the toe of his shoe. Already there were flies beginning to gather and suck at the gaping wound of the dead man.
Trying to fight down the feeling of revulsion welling up in his throat, Thad pocketed his gun and bent over Wally's body again. He took the man's two lifeless hands and began dragging him toward the woods.
He was shivering violently when he completed his work and began walking up the narrow road toward the shack. Whatever else happened now there was no going back. He had killed a man and, in a few minutes, was going to kill two more. Surprisingly, he felt almost light-hearted.
"Put both those cunts in the bedroom," Chico ordered Joe when the four of them had returned to the cabin. He threw the bag of money on the rickety table and smiled smugly, enormously satisfied with himself.
"Hey," Chris protested as Joe grabbed her arm in a vise-grip and shoved her toward the bedroom, "I'm going to get my money and split! What are you trying to pull?"
"You'll get yours in a few minutes, cunt!" Chico laughed satanically. He waved a meaty hand toward the bound girl on the bed. "I want you to watch her until we get the money counted and decided what to do with her. Your boyfriend'll look out for your share, bitch!"
The lovely redhead was thoroughly frightened now. She knew Chico was lying, but there seemed to be nothing she could do until Thad returned-if he returned! She sighed in surrender and went over to the bed to help the young girl to her feet. Then, grasping the girl's arm, she helped her toward the bedroom. The door slammed behind them.
The young hostage fell heavily to the bare floor, her skirt hiking up around her legs to reveal the luscious flesh of her inner thighs and the thin panties that covered her ripe little bottom. Her eyes were pleading with Chris to help her, but the redhead just stood there, afraid to do anything that would enrage Chico. Finally, she knelt on the floor beside the girl and loosened the tight strip of cloth that covered the girl's mouth, not removing it entirely.
"Listen, honey, you've got to promise me you won't scream or anything," Chris whispered. "Those guys in there are animals and if they knew I was doing even this they'd probably half-kill us both! Will you promise me to keep quiet if I untie this gag?"
The girl nodded her head frenetically, moaning anew.
"Good! Just don't scream or make any noises until I can figure out what to do about you," Chris whispered. "Jesus, kid, this isn't your lucky day, is it?"
The terrified young girl stared at Chris with pleading eyes, begging the lovely redhead to somehow save her from the brutal men in the other room of the cabin. The tight cloth strips that were bound around her arms and legs were cutting off her circulation and she could feel her limbs becoming numb.
"Oh God, untie me ... please," the girl beseeched Chris. "I've got to get away...."
Chris shook her head, more afraid of Chico than she had ever been of anything in her young life. She knew what the sadistic ex-convict would do if she helped the young girl escape now.
"I can't honey," Chris whispered. "Just keep still and everything will be okay. I'll get you out of this somehow!" She paused and looked at the girl's contorted face before continuing. "What's your name, kid?"
"Sherry ... Sherry Homes!" the girl stammered. "What are they going to do with me?"
"As soon as they divide up the money everyone is going to split," Chris said hopefully. "They'll probably just leave you here tied up."
"But ... but ... I'll be dead before anyone finds me!"
"Don't worry, Sherry," Chris said soothingly. "I'll either come back here and untie you after the others have gone, or I'll telephone the police and tell them where you are. You'll see, everything will be just fine!"
Chris hated to lie to the girl, but there seemed no other way. If she told her what Chico was capable of, the girl would certainly go into hysterics and lessen her chances of getting out of this mess alive. Why did the damned fool bring her along? Chris asked herself, already suspecting what the lust-crazed man had in mind for Sherry.
For the first time, Chris took a good look at the tightly-bound girl. Sherry seemed to be somewhere between eighteen and twenty, a fresh-faced youngster who probably didn't even suspect the evil in men like Chico or his friends. Her ripely succulent young breasts were straining against the white blouse Sherry wore, and her long slender legs were stretched out in front of her on the floor. Chico was hardly the type to pass up an almost virginal young cunt like this-even if he had to half-kill the girl to force her to serve his perverted lusts.
Chris got up and walked quietly over to the door, cautioning the girl again to be as quiet as she could. She put her ear to the door and heard Chico talking to Joe. Then, suddenly, she heard another voice and the sound of crackling static. With a start she realized that it was a radio, and she remembered the powerful little transistor capable of picking up police calls that had been on the table in the other room. She pressed her ear more tightly against the door and tried to make out what the voice was saying.
"Cars six, twenty-three, and twenty-seven take up positions at the intersection of Trancas Canyon Road and Pacific Coast Highway. Cars eleven, fourteen, and eighteen set up roadblock at the intersection of Sunset and Coast Highway. No vehicles are to be allowed to pass until occupants identified and cars searched. Subjects are four male Caucasians ... hostage is white female, aged approximately twenty. Subjects are armed and dangerous. All attempts at apprehension must take into account safety of hostage. Sherriff s helicopters Zebra-five and Zebra nine are sweeping canyon areas between Sunset and Trancas. Cars from other stations are now on location at all roads between Pacific Coast Highway and southern San Fernando Valley. All communications on Tac-two. Description of subject vehicle follows."
Chris listened as the police dispatcher gave an accurate description of the stolen van. Her eyes had widened and her heart begun to beat violently in her breast as she realized how well-organized the dragnet was. Even though the shack was not on one of the main roads, there seemed little doubt that sooner or later the police would find them-especially since helicopters had joined the search. We'll never make it, she thought wildly, they'll kill us alll Chico and his henchman would never surrender without a fight! There were enough weapons in the other room to hold off a small army, and Chris shivered with apprehension at the thought of the bloodshed that would probably ensue.
It suddenly struck her confused mind that the police radio dispatcher had said four males'. The one man at the supermarket who had seen her must have thought that she was a man! If that were so. it just might be possible for her to save her own ass!
Chris stepped away from the door and went over to the cot and sat down, ignoring the girl on the floor. She racked her brain trying to think of some way she could get her share of the money and leave. She knew nothing about the coastal mountains, and even less about the other roads or trails that might be in the vicinity. Still, it was worth the chance if she could escape prison. Only the girl Sherry would be able to identify her if the others were killed in a police shoot-out! The implications were plain: She could either insure that Sherry was also killed or. a much more attractive alternative, she could persuade the girl through kindness and by helping her not to identify her.
She was still mulling over the problem in her fevered brain when the door opened and Joe told her that Chico wanted to see both females in the other room.
Thad stopped and collapsed against a scrubby pine tree when he reached a point from which he could see the old shack. His breathing was coming hard and his chest heaved as he drew in lungfuls of air. He could feel the perspiration dripping off his forehead and he carelessly brushed it away with his hand.
Although he could see the shack, he was still too far away to be able to hear any voices. He knew that if he could see them, they could see him, and he would have to move away from the road and go through the woods if he were going to surprise Chico and Joe. He desperately wanted a cigarette, but he knew if he lit one it might be his last in this lifetime. Pushing himself away from the tree, he moved into the woods, his eyes carefully searching the ground so as not to accidentally step on a branch and make any noise.
He moved from tree to tree, his eyes alert for any sign of Chico or Joe. He knew Chico well enough to know that the savage ex-convict would have Joe watching for Wally to return. Chico might even have planned to kill the other man himself and split his share of the loot with Joe. Thank Christ at least one of them is out of the way now! Thad thought to himself, dropping down to all fours as he neared the shack. There seemed to be no sign of life except for the van parked outside the door, but as he got closer he could hear male female voices talking loudly. He stopped for a moment to think. There was only one door to the decrepit cabin and that one would surely be guarded. His only chance was to create some kind of diversion outside, something that would draw one or both of the men out into the open. His chances of overpowering them otherwise seemed almost impossible. He crouched there just beyond the clearing, trying to keep his breathing noiseless.
His old army training came instinctively into play as he quickly surveyed the area for the best approach. He had to find out what was going on inside. His eyes focused on the one window of the shack, half-open for ventilation, and it became his first objective. Still crouching low, and moving like an indian hunter, he circled the shack, his own body hidden by the undergrowth and trees. He moved stealthily towards the open window from the rear, trying to keep his movements as quiet as possible. Reaching the cabin he edged towards the window and steeled himself. Then, inching slowly, he brought his head up to the side of the window and listened carefully for Chico and Joe's voices, hoping he could place their location in the cabin.
He heard them on the other side of the cabin near the door, and he let out his breath slowly and gave silent thanks for his luck so far. The pistol in his hand felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds, and he had to grip it tightly to keep if from slipping from his sweating palms.
The sight that greeted him as he peered into the shack ripped his mind like a volley of rifle shots. Chris was standing in the middle of the floor, her luscious body half-naked as Chico ripped her clothing off. The beautiful dancer seemed to be in a state of shock, not even attempting to protect herself from the lust-maddened ex-convict. Her swollen, milky-white breasts were trembling under his eyes, her tiny nipples springing to life and hardening in the coolness of the shack.
The young female hostage, Sherry Holmes, was stretched out on the disordered bed, her legs and hands still tightly bound, her skirt hiked up around her hips to expose her panty-covered buttocks and succulent pussy mound. Joe stood beside her, his cruel fingers over her mouth as she gazed wide-eyed with horror at what Chico was doing to Chris.
"Keep that cunt quiet!" Chico snarled at Joe, fingering his own trouser-covered cock with his free hand as the other continued to rip Chris' clothing off until she was standing before him naked except for the wispy scrap of material that covered her lower body.
"Sure, Chico, sure!" Joe replied, half out of his mind with an obscene desire that made his own swollen cock jerk and throb in lewd anticipation. He could hardly keep his eyes off Chris' nude flesh, but at the same time he wanted to see more of the young girl's body, and he was tempted to reach down and rip her clothing off.
"It looks like we're gonna be here for quite a while, cunt," Chico laughed sardonically, "so we might as well enjoy ourselves, right?"
"I don't care what you do to me," Chris pleaded. "Just don't let that fucking animal touch that girl!"
She nodded toward where Joe was now inching his dirty fingers up the girl's tender inside thighs, the cracked nails almost touching the plump little cuntal slit that lay beneath her panties.
"Oh yeah," Chico thundered, slapping Chris brutally across the face and leaving deep red welts on her cheeks. "Who the fuck do you think you are telling me what I can do? It won't be the first cock she's had up that sweet little pussy, will it girlie?"
He was smiling lewdly at the girl, unzipping his trousers at the same time. In a second his huge cock was free and his fingers were pumping obscenely up and down the heated shaft.
"Maybe I should fuck her first," he giggled, reveling in the look of pure horror on Sherry Holmes' lovely face. "Maybe I should ram this thing in her asshole for starters!"
"Don't! For God's sake, don't!" Chris begged, holding her inflamed cheek with one hand as she ran across the room and tried to pull Chico back away from the bed where Sherry lay in terror-stricken anticipation of his savage attack. "Fuck me! In my mouth or my asshole ... I don't care! Just don't hurt her!"
Outside, Thad wanted to level his gun through the window and shoot both Chico and Joe. But he knew instinctively that he would only get one shot off before the survivor could fire back. No, he would have to wait awhile longer, as painful as it might be.
He saw Chico reach down and strip off his trousers, kicking them aside. Then the burly ex-convict stepped out of his expensive loafers and, clad now only in his shirt and socks, advance toward Chris. His desire-swollen cock jerked out in front of him, his fingers lovingly and lewdly massaging every inch of the heated pole of flesh.
"Okay, bitch, if that's what you want I'll give it to you first," he laughed obscenely, grabbing Chris' arm and pulling her toward the other bed. As they moved across the room he hooked his thumb in the eleastic waistband of her bikini panties and ripped them off, holding them in the air for a moment as if contemplating the succulent flesh they had just encased. Then he giggled again and dropped them onto Joe's head.
"Get a whiff of that delicious cunt aroma," he said as Chris stretched out on the bed and waited for his heavy body to assualt her. "Go ahead, Joe, smell it! Man, that's fucking perfume!"
He paused for a moment, and then, without warning, leaped on the bed and covered Chris' terrified body with his own, his huge jerking cock digging cruelly into her upturned cuntal mound and bruising the soft flesh of her groin before sliding painfully into her dry pussy sheath.
"AAAGGGHHH! You're hurting me! Stop it!" Chris screamed, trying to turn her writhing body to avoid the savage rape.
"Open those fucking legs, cunt!" Chico ordered, a cold edge to his voice that belied the look of erotic excitement on his ugly face. His furry chest was scrapping down heavily against Chris' voluptuous flattened breasts, making her moan with agony. She tried to stretch her body to accommodate the enormous cock that was slamming inch by inch into her unlubricated pussy. "That's it, bitch," Chico urged in a strained voice, "move it! Move it!"
To the watching Thad it seemed incredible that Chico would be more concerned with fucking the gorgeous Chris than making his getaway plans. And just a few feet away on the other bed, Joe was now openly massaging Sherry's cringing little pussy slit, digging his fingers under the tight leg-bands of her panties, a look of savage lust on his face.
"Uuunngghh! Oohhh! Don't ... don't...." Chris groaned, still trying to escape the brutal rape by the insanely excited Chico. Every nerve in her tortured body was alive with pain as the mammoth column of scalding male cockflesh slammed into her, making her breath whistle out through her clenching teeth with the soul-shattering lunges. Then, slowly and inexorably, her cries of pain turned to yelps of mounting excitement as her body began to respond to Chico's cock, sending warm showers of heated female lubricants down over his pulsing prick. "OOOHHH! OOOOOOOHHHHHH! Y-Y-YESSSS!
UUUMMMMMM! SO GOOD ... FEELS SO GOOD!"
Thad could hardly believe his ears as the groans increased in intensity. The beautiful young dancer lay panting and helpless under the heavy ex-convict, her rich, lustrous red hair spilled on the dirty mattress in tangled disarray, her eyes were shining with wild, blazing excitement now, and he could hear her moaning lewd encouragement and crying out in maddened ecstasy as she swung her head from side to side like a madwoman. Her nakedly gleaming body, twisting sensuously beneath the brutal fucking, rose and fell like a restless tide to meet each brutal thrust of the rapist's lust-thickened cock. Yet despite the boiling outrage Thad experienced at seeing his cunt being ravaged, he was completely riveted by the staggering erotic sensations that began to surge through his body from seeing the obscene display inside the shack. It was as if he were in a theatre watching an excitingly lewd movie. Hypnotized, Thad couldn't take his eyes off the incredible sight! Then he heard Joe's angry scream as the frightened Sherry managed to get her teeth over his dirty fingers on her mouth.
"AAAIIIIEEEE!" Joe cried out in agony as the sharp little teeth tore at his thick finger-flesh. "Jesus Christ, stop it! OOWW! STOP IT YOU DIRTY LITTLE CUNT!"
His other hand flew up from her nakedly exposed groin and he cupped it for a second before bringing it down heavily across the girl's face. Her mouth flew open and she began to screech hysterically as Joe brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked on the bloody digits.
Chico had ignored the episode, his powerful cock hammering in and out of Chris' now scalding cunt like a pile-driver. Sweat poured off his face and an insane look glazed his eyes. His buttocks moved back and forth like a pump, smoothly and powerfully stoking the fires that raged out of control in Chris' unashamedly contracting pussy and milking out the scalding juices form his lust-destended testicles.
He could feel himself coming and he rammed even harder as the out-of-control redhead brought her lovely legs up and locked them around his lower back to pull him into her cunt with a force that shook them both.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming!" Chris started to shriek as she felt a powerful explosion of hot male come flood into her. "Harder, baby, fuck me har-derrrrrrr!"
Chico grunted and moaned out his own ecstasy, burying his huge cock so far up into the dancer's cunt that his balls were wedged against her writhing buttocks. Her contracting pussy was rapturously draining him dry, pulling out the salty-sweet juices of his malehood, making him limp with delicious sensations of power and pleasure. He was vaguely aware that Joe was slapping the young hostage across the face again and again, trying to quiet her yells of hysterical horror.
"Chico ... what should I do?" Joe cried out to his boss, afraid he would have to kill Sherry to keep her quiet. He had never seen such a look of mixed fear and hatred in anybody's eyes as the one he was getting from the girl. His hand came back again in readiness to strike her once more.
"Stop it, you fucking moron!" Chico snarled, pulling his limp cock out of Chris' hair-lined, ravaged pussy and getting off the bed. "Man, you trying to kill her or something?"
Joe let his hand fall down to the bed, a look of relief on his face. Chico will handle her, he thought to himself. At the same time he stared at the nakedly exposed cunt of Chris that was only a few feet away. His cock was already hard from the obscene massaging of the younger girl's cunt, and he wanted to fuck something-anything right now!
"Can I fuck this one now?" he asked Chico, trying to shut out the continuous screams of the girl on the bed. "Can I, man? Jesus, my cock is about to bust! I think I'll make her give me a blow job, okay?"
He jumped up from the bed quickly, his huge fleshy cock suddenly out of his unzipped fly, quivering erect, his eyes bulging at the thought of shoving it into the redhead's luscious mouth and letting her such him to orgasm. There was nothing in the world that he like better than to have his cock sucked, and he knew from the day before that Chris was an expert at milking a massive prick into exhausted satiation.
"No, you can't get her to give you a blow-job!" Chico roared, suddenly aware that Wally had not returned to the shack. A look of puzzlement crossed his face. "Listen, get your cock back into your pants!"
Joe looked crestfallen and angry at the same time.
"Huh? I wanna have this cunt suck my prick," he whined, his eyes going back and forth between the excitingly erotic sight of Chris' naked pussy and Chico's furious face. "Come on, man, it won't take very long ... I'm about ready to come now just from watching you screw her!"
Chico clenched his fist and waved it under Joe's nose.
"Goddamnit, I said NO!" he shouted. "Where the hell is Wally? He was supposed to finish off that creep Thad and then get his ass back here! Why ain't he here? Huh?"
The unfairness of Chico's questions was lost on Joe. He was too full of frustration and rage at not being able to satisfy his obscene lusts on Chris as Chico had done. Slowly, shaking his head, he snaked his throbbing cock back into his pants and zipped them up.
"Maybe he got lost or something," Joe said lamely, taking one last look at the pinkly glistening slit between Chris' legs. He wet his dry lips with the tip of his fat tongue and turned to face Chico. "What do you think?"
"Shit, I don't know!"
He slipped on his discarded pants and buckled them.
"Put a gag on that cunt," he ordered, pointing at the still screaming Sherry. "Wait a minute, I got a better idea." He looked down at Chris. "Listen, cunt, I'm going to make you responsible for her! Either you keep her quiet or she gets it, understand? You were so fucking concerned about her before, well, you better shut her up somehow!"
The redheaded dancer was still flushed and tired from the brutal but pleasurable fucking that Chico had given her. But she knew she had no choice except to shut Sherry up somehow. If she could make the young hostage see that she was her friend-that she was protecting her, well, maybe the girl could be persuaded to keep quiet when the police questioned her. And Chris knew that it was inevitable now that they would be captured unless something miraculous happened. Chico and Joe were both too stupid to do anything else but dig their own graves. Shitl she thought to her-self. Why did I get involved in this damned messl The money she was to have received was unimportant now!
Outside, Thad was edging away from the window. He knew that Chico was alarmed and worried now about Wally. Soon Joe would be coming out of the shack to look for Wally. He reached the woods and retraced his route back to the spot in the road about ahundred yards from the shack. But this time he waited behind a tree there instead of going out onto the road. With luck he could ambush Joe as the less-than-bright thug went toward the spot where Thad had shot Wally.
Inside the shack, Chris was on the bed with Sherry Holmes, trying to soothe the trembling girl. She put her arm around the lovely supermarket employee and caressed the warm flesh.
"Trust me, honey," she said in a quiet voice, "I won't let them hurt you."
The girl looked up at her with pleading eyes, acutely aware that the lovely redhead was completely naked. She could feel the warm, pulsing breasts against her side, smell the head mixture of sex that Chris exuded. Sherry had been horrified when Joe had begun to attack her exposed pussy, and it had been awful to have to lay there and watch the heavy-set gang leader so obscenely rape the redhead, even though Chris obviously enjoyed every minute of the brutal assault.
She snuggled closer to Chris as if for protection. Her virginal young pussy was tightly contracted to ward off any further attack from either of the brutal men, but she felt a warm, sensuous glow beginning to spread outward from the luscious hair-lined little slit-spreading through her flat stomach and outward through her slender legs and buttocks. Despite the tight pieces of cloth that bound her arms and legs she felt suddenly safe with the older redheaded woman. She would protect her-she had promised'!
"Okay, bitch," Chico said to Chris, "that's better. Just keep her quiet and nothing will happen to either of you." He turned to Joe. "Joe, get your ass outside and see if you can find Wally. Tell him I want him here now! Oh, and drive the van into the woods where it can't be seen by one of those fucking sheriff's helicopters. Cover it up with branches or something ... just make sure it's well-hidden! Go on, make it snappy!"
"Alright, man," Joe replied, taking one last lustful look at the two females on the bed. He would go and find Wally, but when he got back he wanted his share of that luscious cunt. And this time he wouldn't let Chico or anyone else talk him out of it!
As soon as Joe's back had disappeared out the door, Chico walked over to the table where the money was stacked neatly in small piles. He fingered the lovely green bills eagerly, knowing that the table contained over sixty thousand dollars. It had been unfortunate, of course, to have been seen leaving the supermarket. And bringing the young girl as a hostage had probably been unwise. But he smiled smugly to himself at the though of what he could do with all the money on the table. No longer would he be a nickle-and-dime hoodlum living off his wits in a city where at least one third of the other residents were rip-off artists themselves. No, he could live like he'd always wanted-cars, money, clothes-everything that would mark him as one of the top dogs! His mind was reeling with plans as he began to replace the money in the crumpled laundry bag.
There would be no split of the sixty thousand dollars! Joe was too stupid to be able to keep his mouth shut about the robbery, Chico knew. No, when he left, Chico said silently to himself, there would he only five bodies in the rough graves out back to confuse the police! As for himself, Chico would be far away with a fortune in his pockets!
He began to hum softly to himself as he reached over and turned the radio with the police broadcast band.
As he heard the crackling static begin, he wondered lewdly whether he should keep Sherry Holmes alive until the last minute. Fucking Chris had only whetted his appetite and he could feel his massive cock beginning to stir again, aching with lust for the tight little asshole between the terrified girl's young buttocks. He knew he couldn't leave before dark. I might as well enjoy myself with her while I wait for dark, he thought obscenely, staring at the two lovely girls on the bed a few feet away.