The Reluctant Hostage
by Susan Duncan


INTRODUCTION 

Sociologists and psychologists are fond of drawing links between violence 
and sexual repression, but rarely has a work of literature dealt so 
thoroughly with these themes as the explosive novel you are about to read. 

This is the story of a bank robbery-the behind-the-scenes story of four 
outlaws and their hostage. This is the story that never makes the papers. 
For in their concern for the protection of innocent victims, the press 
rarely gives us all the details of how hostages and kidnap victims are 
really treated at the hands of desperate criminals. 

In delving into the psyche of the criminal, one cannot help but see that the 
same impulses that cause men to strike out at society, to vent their hatred 
for institutions in acts of crime and violence, are often mirrored and acted 
out in parallel attitudes towards women. Probing deeper, it has been 
theorized that repressed rage at the father is often manifested in crimes 
like bank robbery, where the institution, with its appearance of 
impenetrable strength, functions as a symbol for the male parent. In cases 
such as the one described in this novel, where a female hostage is taken, we 
can also see how resentment towards the mother's neglect may be acted out in 
adult life, expressed in brutal acts of sexual assault. 

While it is not the function of literature to propose easy solutions, we 
firmly believe in its value in bringing to light subjects that many would 
choose to pretend did not exist. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

Ellie Winslow was unbelievably thrilled at the thought of going to work for 
the very first time in her life. She felt nervous but excited as she slid 
out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom for her shower. She peered at her 
face in the mirror through half-closed eyes and ran her fingers through her 
tousled blonde curls. 

Just yesterday she had gotten most of her long, beautiful blonde hair cut 
off because she felt she needed a new image for her very first job-something 
more businesslike than her long schoolgirl's hair. But it was hard to get 
used to. She looked like someone else-someone very sophisticated, she 
thought. 

She slipped off her filmy pink nightgown and-fighting her embarrassment at 
seeing herself nude in the full-length mirror on the door-she stared at how 
different her new hairdo made even her body appear. 

The whole proportion was different. She looked more slender now, more 
elegant. And somehow the new hairdo emphasized the pertness of her full but 
uptilted breasts, whose nipples were now hard and erect in the morning 
chill. Yes, her waist seemed smaller and her long legs even longer. 

Ellie giggled, then blushed and quickly threw her hands up over her full 
naked breasts-as if the mirror were another person watching her and she had 
suddenly remembered her modesty. Then she turned to the shower, regulated 
the water so that it was hot and steamy, and jumped in. 

She let the hard torrents of water pound her sleepy flesh into wakefulness. 
Oooooo-hhhh, it felt so goooood. Unconsciously, she had uptilted her little 
blonde muff of pubic hair to the pounding streams of water and could feel 
such delicious thrills of pleasure running through her body. Vaguely, the 
eighteen-year-old virgin wondered when she would fall in love, marry and 
finally enjoy the exquisite delights her body promised. She gave a deep sigh 
as she turned and with her washcloth began to soap her soft smooth skin. 

Maybe never, she thought. Maybe she'd be an old maid like her Aunt Gertrude 
and get all pinched looking-like a prune. Oh God! She hoped not. But 
sometimes she despaired of meeting a boy she really cared for. 

She soaped carefully between her legs and felt warm streams of joy run up 
her spine, and then she ran the suds around and around her full, firm 
breasts. Mm-mmmm . . . it was so delicious . . . 

Maybe, she thought, maybe working at the bank, HI meet some handsome and 
wonderful man and we will fall in love and get married. 

She sighed again as she let the water course through the crack in her 
lovely, well-rounded backside. In all her eighteen years she'd never met a 
boy she really liked. At night she would dream about the handsome boy who 
would love her and marry her and carry her to heaven on their honeymoon bed. 
But her real life experiences were of a different order entirely. 

Lots of boys had chased her in high school, but her parents-devout in their 
religious faith-had not let her date until her senior year. And then it was 
awful. She just hated the way everybody-even the ones who seemed nice at 
first-would take her out, make dumb conversation, and then-as if the whole 
evening was just an excuse for the end of it-they would lunge at her in 
their cars, in the movies, on the front steps as they took her home. Wet 
lips searching clumsily for hers, big awkward hands reaching out roughly and 
grabbing her sensitive breasts. Her whole senior year of high school seemed 
to be one struggle after another, her slender arms pushing, shoving, her 
body squirming to free herself from the predatory teen-age boys she had 
dated-once-only once for each of them. 

Except one, she thought. Except Jeffrey MacDonald. 

Goodness! she suddenly realized. It's getting late! I don't dare be late my 
first day at work! 

She rinsed quickly and dried herself off with a thick pink terry towel. At 
that moment her mother knocked on the door. 

"You'd better hurry, young lady-it's almost eight o'clock." 

Ellie could smell breakfast downstairs and suddenly realized she was 
starved. Luckily, she had picked out her clothes the night before . . . 

She had chosen a pert navy blue dress with a little round white collar. She 
felt it looked very businesslike. And she had a brand-new pair of navy blue 
leather shoes with high, narrow heels that made her slender calves look so 
pretty. Of course, no one would see her sitting behind a teller's cage. But 
that didn't matter. The new shoes made her feel so grown up. 

She dressed quickly but carefully, and once again her mind wandered to 
Jeffrey. 

Jeffrey, she thought, was very handsome-when he took off his glasses. At 
first glance he looked like a bookworm, but he really had a very strong jaw 
and intense eyes. Sometimes she thought his eyes would burn right through to 
her soul. 

But Jeffrey was so shy! He was the only boy she had dated more than 
once-several times in fact-and he'd never even tried to kiss her! She liked 
him, but sometimes she wished he was just a little stronger-a little more 
masculine. Well, maybe at the bank she would meet other men. Who knows, 
maybe a handsome businessman would come in and they would fall in love . . . 
then on their wedding night. Oooooo-oh! She shivered at the thought of what 
he might do to her. 

"Ellie!" she heard her mother shout. "Would you stop daydreaming . . . ? " 

Ellie dashed downstairs to the kitchen. She heard her mother muttering . . . 

"Always thinking about boys I bet. Young lady," she raised her voice as 
Ellie sat down at the table, "if you don't keep your mind off the boys 
you're going to wind up in a lot of trouble." 

"Oh, Mom . . . " Ellie sighed. Sometimes her mother made her feel like one 
of those stray hairs that would never stay in place. 

"I wonder what you do up there that takes so long," her mother said. 
"Daydreaming about boys . . . " She clucked her tongue with disapproval. 
"You keep your mind on purer things, young lady . . . " 

"Oh, Mom . . . " Ellie's voice drifted off as she began to eat. God! She was 
starved. Ellie either didn't think about food at all, or else she would be 
so famished she thought that all the bacon and eggs in the world wouldn't be 
enough. 

Now she wolfed down her food with the wholesome hunger of the young. 

"Ellie," her mother reprimanded. "You eat like a little animal . . . now 
mind your manners." 

"Yes, Mother," said Ellie. But she had satisfied her appetite. Suddenly she 
was too excited about work to finish breakfast. She jumped up and kissed her 
mother quickly goodbye and was out of the house before her mother could say- 

"Now you be a good girl at work today, Ellie . . 

 CHAPTER TWO 

On the other side of town, three men and a woman had been up all night. 

On the second floor of a crumbling tenement were four people whose faces-by 
late that afternoon-the whole town would know. Their names would take longer 
to find out. 

First of all there was Moose. If he had a last name, nobody'd heard it for 
years. Moose was an enormous man-six-feet four-inches of beefy muscle and 
fat. Moose was slow, with his big belly and his big feet, but he was strong. 
He was stronger than any two men he'd ever met. And if his mind was as slow 
as his body was large, that just made him even more valuable to the others, 
because he never challenged anybody's power. He'd take orders 
unquestioningly. 

Mick Fleet was more of a problem to the gang's leader, Roger Barron. Mick 
Fleet was like a little bantam rooster-he liked to strut and show off and 
make a lot of noise-so Roger let him. It was easier to keep him in line that 
way. 

Roger Barron was cool. He was tall and elegant-not an ounce of fat on his 
lean muscular body. His clothes were always simple-and expensive. Let Mick 
Fleet look like a little white pimp if he wanted to. Roger could have passed 
for a businessman, unless one looked closely at his face. The eyes were a 
cold, steely blue. They gleamed like metal and seemed to belong more to a 
precision machine than to a human being. There was no sign of feeling-all 
they betrayed was a coolly calculating mind. And then there was the 
scar-from an old knife fight-that ran clear across one cheek. He'd been 
sixteen the first and only time he'd been wounded in a fight-but the other 
guy wound up in the morgue looking more like a plate of spaghetti than a 
man. 

And then there was Lena. Lena, black and beautiful. She had run away from 
home at 13, had made her living on the streets for five years, until she 
realized she'd never make it to 25 unless she got smarter. And smarter she 
got. Now she had just one man-except for a few favors for his friends-and 
that man was Roger Barron. For a black chick from the ghetto, Lena figured 
she was doing okay. 

Her chocolate colored skin was smooth and tight, her body long and sinewy. 
Her hips were slender like a boy's but her buttocks were large and high and 
round. And her breasts though small, were hard and pointy, their nipples 
always erect. 

There was an air of high tension and excitement in the shabby room now as 
the three men leaned over the floor plan of the First City Bank. Mick was 
jumpy. He had his switchblade in his hand and was flicking it out and 
closing it up, flicking it out and closing it up. 

"Hey, man," said Lena in her deep throaty voice-"You makin' me jumpy. Cut it 
out." 

"No one tells me what to do," Mick snarled viciously, and pointed the knife 
at Lena's long slender neck. 

She laughed, her large lips baring flashing white teeth, and Roger's hand 
reached out calmly and took Mick's hand by the wrist. 

"Mellow out," he said. "Save your energy." 

Mick pulled his hand roughly away. "Well, let's get a move on then. Let's 
get going." 

Three rifles were leaning against the wall. They had been cleaned several 
hours earlier and gleamed dangerously against the peeling, filthy wallpaper. 

"Okay," said Barron. "Mick, you take one rifle. Moose, you take the other. 
Lena, you keep one on the car floor-just in case." 

"Hey, Barron," said Moose, scratching his head, a puzzled look on his face. 
"Ain't you gonna want a rifle?" 

Barron pulled a small sleek revolver from his pocket. It was almost like a 
woman's handgun, except that the handle, instead of mother-of-pearl, was 
ebony, and the barrel was unusually long and slender. "This is all I need," 
he smiled. 

The tension in the room was so thick you could almost slash it with a knife, 
as-for the last time-Barron went over each position, every maneuver. 

"Okay. Let's go," he said, his jaw set with determination. "And may Lady 
Luck be with us." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was thrilling for the young blonde to walk through the big shiny glass 
doors of the bank and feel like she belonged there. is glamorous world of 
money and business would now be her world. 

Heads turned as she walked through the door. For though her navy dress was 
indeed pert and businesslike, her enormous breasts and curvaceous body 
transformed even that conservative little frock into something that made 
every man who looked at her swallow hard. 

For the first hour of the morning, a plain girl named Hanna trained her. 
There were so many things to learn, so many details to remember. She was 
concentrating very hard on everything Hanna was saying. The lines of 
customers seemed endless. She was getting so tired. Finally, Hanna told her 
it was time for her coffee break. 

She was walking across the marble floor of the bank-when it happened. 

She had not even noticed the three men who suddenly startled the efficient 
quiet of the bank. Before anyone realized they were there, they had held out 
their rifles and shouted "Hands up. This is a stickup!" 

Everyone on the floor froze, their faces drained of color, their hearts 
pounding fiercely. They barely breathed, for the men on the other side of 
the rifles looked capable of anything. 

Ellie had frozen just inches from the tall man in the English suit with the 
pistol. He moved so quickly, it was like a snake striking. His arm had shot 
out as fast as the coiled head of a serpent, grabbing her arm and pulling 
her tight against him. 

"Okay . . . this little blonde lady will be streaming with blood if one of 
you gets smart and pushes that alarm button-" 

Like a docile lamb, the manager opened the safe as Moose followed him with a 
rifle pointed directly between his shoulder blades. Then sacks of money were 
brought into the middle of the floor. 

Ellie was trembling and she thought her knees would buckle out from under 
her. And the man's body was so close! God! She could feel his thigh muscles 
beneath his pants, could feel his heart beating against her back, could feel 
his breath on her neck. 

Barron could feel the curvaceous young blonde trembling helplessly against 
his body. He had grabbed the person closest to him. Now he prayed it hadn't 
been a mistake. Rule number one-a hostage as beautiful as this one could be 
trouble. He had to keep his wits together, even though one of the most 
incredibly firm round asses he had ever seen was quivering against his 
crotch. 

The robbery was over in a matter of minutes. Moose and Mick grabbed the 
sacks and Barron, his fingers digging hard into Ellie's slender arms, 
dragged her with him, his pistol pressed into the nape of her neck, dragged 
her into the car as they made their getaway. 

It wasn't like the movies, Ellie thought. No siren went off until they were 
several blocks from the bank. The cowards, thought Barron. Cowards were what 
made crime possible. 

Ellie was crying now from the shock. 

"Shut up," Lena snapped from the front seat "Or we'll shut you up." 

"W-where are you taking me? Why don't you let me go now?" Ellie whimpered. 

"Shut the fuck up, ya dumb bitch!" said Mick and tweaked her nipple through 
her dress with deliberate cruelty. 

The move was so humiliating it brought a fresh rush of tears to Ellie's 
eyes. 

From the car they moved to a van-Lena and Barron in the front seat and poor 
Ellie, alone with Mick and Moose in the back. 

"W-what are you going to do with me? Why can't you just let me go now?" 
Ellie had never felt such cold terror in her life. 

Suddenly Mick reached out, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her close to 
him with his wiry arms. 

"D-don't . . . please . . . No!" she cried out. "W-what are you doing!" 

"What do you think I'm doing, you dumb cunt.. . ? I'm gonna fuck you! 
Relieve a little of the old tension!" He laughed. 

"No!" she screamed. "Noooo! Pleeease!" And suddenly Mick had pulled out his 
gleaming switchblade. "Shut up Blondie, you hear me. Shut the fuck up!" 

Ellie's eyes opened wide in terror and her body froze. 

Moose was leaning against the wall of the van and Ellie could hear him 
laughing. "I want a turn at her too, Mick. You'll let me have her too, won't 
you Mick?" 

Ellie's stomach heaved. She was too terrified to even scream. Like in a 
nightmare, her voice stuck in her throat. 

That horrible little man with a face like a cruel rat was holding the point 
of the knife at her throat now with one hand, while with his other hand he 
was roaming all over her body. She shuddered in horror and disgust, but she 
knew that there was nothing she could do to defend herself. 

Suddenly, Roger Barron turned around from the front. "Aw, leave her alone, 
Mick. She's just a scared little kid . . . " 

In a flash Mick was on his feet. He was pointing the knife at Barron now, a 
mad glint in his angry eyes. 

"Listen, you bastard. You give the orders when it comes to tactics-but this 
is personal. Keep your bloody nose out of this, or I'll bloody all of you." 

Roger could have gotten Mick to obey him through the sheer force of his 
will, but at this point in time he felt it wiser not to make any trouble. So 
far they had gotten away without so much as a police tail. He turned back 
and kept his eyes on the road. 

Lena took her right hand and patted Barron's thigh with a combination of 
understanding and sensuality. She wanted Mick to take the girl, mess her up 
a little. Just keep her away from Barron. Barron belonged to her. 

Ellie had been hopeful, for a moment, of rescue. Now she was cringing in 
terror in a corner of the van. Her hands covered her face and her tears. She 
prayed that she was sleeping, prayed that this was only an awful dream that 
she would soon wake from. But the feel of Mick's hand on her wrist convinced 
her it was hideously real. 

"All right, baby. Are you good at fucking?" he asked with a sneer. "You'd 
better be a good fuck, or Mick will be very angry," he grinned. 

Ellie stared up at him, her lips quivering pathetically. 

"Answer me!" he snapped and pointed the gleaming blade at her once more. 

"N-no. I-I'm a v-virgin," she stammered, praying he might respect that and 
leave her alone. 

But suddenly everyone was roaring with laughter. 

"A genuine cherry," Moose drawled. 

"Looks like you hit the jackpot Mick," Lena laughed from the front. 

Ellie's face flushed a deep scarlet now. She had unconsciously assumed the 
other woman was some sort of ally-but now she realized she was alone-as 
alone as a rabbit in a trap, with nothing to do but wait for the slaughter. 

"You look good in that dress, baby," Mick snarled. "Let's see how good you 
look without it." 

He had the blade of the knife at her neck now and with one smooth slash he 
had cut the dress in two. It fell open, revealing her belly, quaking in 
terror, her brassiere encased breasts and her little white lace panties. At 
the sight of her lace garter belt and stockings Mick felt his cock lurch 
with an angry desire. His hand lashed out now and, in one swift motion, tore 
the slashed dress from her body. 

Ellie's hands flew up to cover herself, but Moose, who had moved to stand 
behind her, now pinned her arms back so that she was as helpless as a 
butterfly specimen on a pin. 

The poor young blonde was helpless with fear, her head was spinning and she 
felt as if she was about to faint. Oh God! If only she could faint. She 
wished she would die. Anything was better than this nightmare! 

She struggled with insane fury to get away from the bear-like grasp of the 
huge man behind her, but it was utterly futile. 

"Look at that-a brassiere! She's wearing a brassiere!" Mick was pointing at 
her breasts now and laughing and she could feel a hot flush of hideous 
embarrassment coloring her breasts. 

And with the sinister switchblade he cut the front of the brassiere so that 
it fell away and her full white breasts were revealed to the view of these 
cruel strangers-these desperate criminals. 

Reflexively, her hands tried to move to cover her nakedness, but Moose held 
her tightly and laughed. She could feel his fat belly heaving behind her and 
she thought she would throw up in disgust. 

Then suddenly the hideous little man's mouth was brushing against her own, 
his teeth were nibbling at her lips and then-the most awful thing she had 
ever experienced-his tongue was worming its way into her mouth. She clenched 
her teeth shut, but as she did so, she felt the cold steel of the knife 
still at her neck and her jaws unclenched enough to let his cold slimy 
tongue in her mouth. 

His free hand was brutally ravishing her entire body, squeezing and pinching 
her huge bare breasts. He ran his hand down her flat belly and she could 
feel her guts quaking from his horrible touch. 

Suddenly he looked up. "Get out of here, Moose. She's mine now!" 

Her arms were free now. But what good did it do her. He had that knife! 

"Okay, Mick. But I want my turn too," Moose said, his voice as slow as an 
idiot's. 

"You just get over there and if she gives me any more trouble, we'll both 
take her.. . " 

"Sure, Mick." 

Now, Ellie dared not resist. And Mick knew it. With a grin, he pocketed the 
knife. 

Then, with brutal savageness, he pulled her legs apart. A few tatters of her 
dress still clung to her body, but she was almost naked now except for her 
panties, her garter belt and her stockings. 

Mick ripped the flimsy panties from her body. He was wiry and he was strong. 
Then with no foreplay, no preparation whatsoever, he thrust his middle 
finger into her cringing, virginal pussy. 

"Owwww! Oh God!" she cried out. 

"Shut up," he snarled. 

It hurt so much she broke out in a cold sweat. It was awful. Nothing had 
ever penetrated her tight little pussy before. 

Mick's finger pressed forward until he felt the thin membrane of her 
maidenhood. He wouldn't pierce it with his finger-that was a job for his 
cock, which was oh-so-hard and hot now. Yeah, he had a fucking huge hard-on 
now, getting bigger by the minute. Roughly, with the palm of his hand, he 
massaged her delicate pussy lips, still probing with his finger right up to 
her cherry. Then he leaned forward and sucked her large pink nipple into his 
hot hungry mouth, nipping at it with his teeth, causing her to squeal in 
pain. 

Cowering now on the cold metal floor of the van, her clothes hanging from 
her in shreds, Ellie still had a sense that what was happening to her was 
not real. Was it just a few hours ago she had left the house in happy 
anticipation, walked through the sparkling glass doors of the bank, worked 
so efficiently with Hanna feeling safe and secure, heading towards a 
wonderful future. Now! Oh God! It was monstrous! This couldn't be happening 
to her! 

But the only reality she knew at this moment was the horrible little 
rat-of-a-man slobbering over her body, rubbing and poking and biting her. 
And then she heard a sound that sent a horrible chill through her body. 

It was a hissing sound-the sound of a zipper opening. 

And then his cock-hot and pulsating, slimy with his pre-cum-was pressing 
into her nylon encased upper thigh. She was glad it was getting dark, glad 
she didn't have to look at his . . . his . . . she could barely admit the 
word to her mind . . . his penis! 

Never in her life had she seen a man naked; certainly she had never seen a 
man's cock in the state of erection. 

But she had no choice but to shut her eyes and to submit docilely. That is, 
if she wanted to live. The horrible man was again sucking on her breasts, 
his saliva running down the underside of her full breasts, dribbling down 
her belly. Then suddenly he removed his mouth and the air on her wet nipple 
was cold and made her shiver. 

"Well, doll, since it's your first time, I'm gonna see you enjoy yourself," 
he leered. 

And his thumb pressed against the sensitive nerve ending of her clitoris as 
he returned his mouth to her nipple, sucking it hard and hot. 

"Please," she begged. "Please . . . this is awful.. . " 

But in a flash he slapped her hard across her face, and she felt her jaw 
wrench. 

"Shut up if you know what's good for you." 

Now his finger was pressing its way into her virginal pussy hole again and 
something awful was happening . . . strange chills were racing up her spine. 
They were almost like the chills of fear she had felt earlier-but somehow 
different-warmer. 

"Your little pussy likes me, don't it, baby?" 

She gritted her teeth. "Please." Her heart was pounding wildly. "Please 
don't do this to me." Tears of humiliation and fear streamed down her 
cheeks. The black from her mascara streaked her face so that she looked like 
a pathetic clown. 

"Yeah, baby. I'm gonna show you a real good time . . . I'm gonna be a 
sport.. . seeing as how it's your first time!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

In a corner of the van, racing in the night towards a hideaway, Moose was 
getting a terrible boner. His huge cock was throbing madly in his pants and 
he was stroking it like it was a small animal. But he ouldn't interfere with 
Mick. He'd get his urn too. He'd just be patient. In the eantime, it was 
better than a dirty movie. 

Moose watched as Mick forced the little blonde's legs wide apart and removed 
his finger. Then he bent closer and . . . 

Ellie was horrified by what happened next. Mick did something that was 
unimaginable to her. He leaned up between her widespread, nylon-encased 
legs, and kissed the nub of her little clitoris! Then his tongue was 
swirling around and around and around in the pale blonde hair that lined her 
pussy lips. Again she felt the strange flush of heat, again it made her feel 
even more humiliated. 

She tried to pull away, to close her legs, but he held her firmly in his 
grasp. 

He was licking her, whipping his tongue across her succulent pussy, then 
flicking his tongue up the tight little slit of her pussy, circling crazily 
around the throbbing bud of her clitoris. He knew the little button was 
hard. Women are all the same, he thought. They're all cunts! 

Ellie was shocked to hear the strange growl that had escaped from her lips. 
What was the matter with her. Why was he having this kind of effect on her. 
Never in her life had she felt like this, for the innocent young girl had 
never even masturbated. 

"Oh, God! Please stop!" she begged, but her hard little clitoris gave the 
lie to her pleas now, and Mick just laughed to himself. 

She felt as if she were losing control of her body, of her legs, of her 
belly . . . The whole world seemed to be slipping away and the conflict in 
her mind was hideous. 

Suddenly she understood that if it was a man she loved, it would have 
been-as her mother had always told her-the most beautiful experience in the 
world. But now-at the mercy of this gangster-it was humiliating. It was so 
awful, so dirty, she thought she would die of shame. 

Yet now she could feel a strange heat building in her pussy, and moisture 
was running freely down her thighs. 

Mick felt like a stallion, his cock had grown so big and hard he thought it 
would burst. He couldn't keep up this pussy-eating forever. Soon, very soon, 
he would have to fuck her. And, brother, he'd fuck her good. He'd shoot his 
cum so hard into her pussy it'd come out her quivering mouth. 

Oh yeah, this was gonna be great. This little cunt was soaking wet now, and 
hot. Man, she was really driving him nuts. His tongue was traveling around 
that hot little pussy like a wild thing, in and out of that tightly wet 
quivering cunt. Holy shit; he'd never had a virgin. It was too much! Too 
fuckin' much! 

Ellie tried to clutch helplessly at he sanity, but his hot tongue fucking 
into her pussy was making overwhelming sensations stream through her body. 
Oh God! Every lash of his tongue made her little belly quake, made her 
insides feel like jelly. Oh God! Something strange, like a storm about to 
burst, was building inside of her. 

And then he stopped. 

"Now, baby," he said, "you are going to get fucked!" 

"Oh God! Pleeease! Please leave me alone! Leave me alone!" she whimpered 
pathetically. 

"Fuck you, Blondie. No stopping me now!" 

His balls were heavy with hotly churning sperm. He couldn't hold back any 
longer. He pressed forward with his hips, pushing the spongy head of his 
pulsing cock against the heat of her tightly resisting pussy. 

Then-with one powerful thrust of his hips-he forced his massively heated 
cock through her resisting hymen. 

"Owwww! Owwwww!" The young virgin screamed in pain as her maidenhead was 
brutally penetrated. The most excruciating pain shot up her spine and she 
thought she would die from the combination of physical pain and utter 
humiliation. 

Now Mick rammed forward with all his strength, sinking his hotly throbbing 
cock all the way up to the hilt inside her tight little pussy, as his 
cum-filled balls slapped up against her buttocks. 

"Aieeeee! Owwwwww!" The pain continued to wrack her poor young body, and 
with each stroke of his enormously pulsating penis, she would cry out again. 
She felt as if his cock would split her right in half. 

"Shut up," she heard Lena warn from the front. "You want the cops breathing 
down our neck." 

Mick put his hand over her mouth, never stopping for a minute, driving his 
ravaging cock into her painfully cringing pussy. She choked back the sound 
in her throat as Mick rammed viciously into her. He knew only one thing 
now-he had to cum. He was merciless as the brutal rape continued. He drove 
his turgid cock savagely up into her, and her cunt muscles, trying to defend 
her virginal orifice from this onslaught, clamped tight around him, only 
driving him into a still more urgent frenzy of lust. 

"Oooooooh, baby," he growled, "I'm gonna cum. Ooooooh . . . I'm gonna cum.. 
. . " 

Moose, though it was too dark for her to see him, had unzipped his fly in 
his corner of the van, and, as the sounds of Mick's rape of the young girl 
egged him on, he drew his hand harder and faster over the enormous length of 
his massive cock. He ran his palm over the tip, where a small drop of 
moisture had appeared, and rubbed it wetly over the entire length of his 
cock. His tongue was dangling from his mouth and his head lolled around and 
around, as he too felt his self-induced orgasm approaching. 

Ellie moaned through the hand covering her mouth, and tears flooded her blue 
eyes as Mick fucked hotly, mindlessly, up into her nakedly upturned cunt. 
Faster and faster he ravaged her virginal pussy with his pistoning cock, 
fucking like a madman-then suddenly, without warning-he was cumming. 

Hot boiling sperm shot out the tip of his cock flooding her pussy. Again and 
again, like a repeating revolver, bursts of seething cum shot against her 
cervix, filling her until the cum oozed from her pussy and moistened the 
crack between her thighs. 

"And then-"Ooooh! Oooohh! Ooooh!" In low grunts Moose too began to cum, huge 
spurts of sperm like a geyser issued from the enormous spongy head of his 
horse-size cock until he, too, leaned back in total satiation. If there had 
been more light in the van, his face would have looked, at that moment, like 
the face of an enormous, happy child. 

In utter shame and humiliation, Ellie lay back on the cold metal floor of 
the van. She was overwhelmed with a feeling of hatred for the man that had 
raped her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The police had nothing to go on but the film of the robbery. 

Again and again they had run the film until they felt that they would 
recognize the men anywhere. The stills were blown up from the clearest shots 
of their faces and the following morning, Moose, Mick and Barron appeared on 
the front page of every newspaper. Ellie's high school graduation picture, 
which her mother had given to the police, also appeared. 

A witness had seen the getaway driver and given the police artist a verbal 
description of Lena, from which he had made a sketch. That, too, appeared in 
all the papers. 

For Ellie's parents, life had turned into an extraordinary nightmare. That 
night they huddled together in bed, seeking comfort in each other's 
terrified bodies, holding each other like children, holding each other in a 
way they had longed to do for years. It was as if, for them, tragedy had 
eroded the rigid barriers of married defenses. 

Jeffrey McDonald-the boy who had never kissed Ellie but who was hopelessly 
in love with her-paced his room at home. He threw a newspaper against the 
wall in his fury, then picked it up and searched it again, searched it for 
clues like a dog looking for meat on a bare bone. 

Goddamn police, he thought. Damn police. To them it was just another case. 
What did they care if anything happened to Ellie. They wanted to get the 
money back for the bank. Of course, if they didn't, the insurance company 
would make good. The police just wanted to find the robbers for their own 
glory. And if they rescued Ellie alive, it would just be a cherry on top of 
the cake. 

But the bandits seemed to have disappeared without a trace. The witness who 
had identified Lena had taken the license number of the car, but it checked 
out as a stolen vehicle and was found abandoned hours after the robbery. It 
looked as if there wasn't a clue as to where the robbers and their hostage 
had disappeared. 

All through the night the outlaws and their little blonde hostage traveled 
back roads, crossing over two state borders. They were now in what Barron 
felt was the perfect hideaway. They were in an apartment building in a 
neighborhood in a large city, a neighborhood where no one would find them 
unusual. Lena's blackness would not be a drawback here, nor would the men's 
white skins seem remarkable. It was an area that had once been an immigrant 
neighborhood bordering on a black ghetto. At about the same time that black 
faces began to pepper the area, young people with long hair began to move 
in. Now the main street had a soul food restaurant, a Hungarian goulash 
palace and a vegetarian hangout called the Silly Buddah. 

Barron was seated on the sofa, looking through the local newspapers. He had 
hoped they wouldn't be front page news here, but they were. They'd gotten 
away with a half-million dollars, and that was big news. 

But Lena was laughing as she looked at her sketch in the paper. 

"All them drawings look alike," she giggled. "I look just like the 
Tenderloin Killer last year, only with long hair and no moustache!" 

Roger pulled her toward him and nuzzled his face in her long, slender black 
neck. "A half-million bucks, baby-don't that just get you hot?" 

She snuggled close to him. "Mmmmm-mm sugar, you got me hot when you didn't 
have a nickel.. . now I feel like a six-alarm fire." 

Ellie had been bound and gagged when they first arrived, because she could 
not be stopped from screaming and struggling in her panic. Now, dressed in a 
pair of Lena's jeans, her dress having been slashed to tatters, and one of 
the black girl's T-shirts, she sat quietly in the chair. She had been given 
a heavy dose of tranquilizer, and had been made aware that they would not 
hesitate to slit her throat if she did anything to endanger them. 

Ellie was vaguely thankful that she had been drugged. There seemed to be a 
dull filter over the world now . . . her panic, her fear, the humiliating 
memories of the rape in the van . . . all seemed less painful. Her body felt 
relaxed, yet she didn't feel good. She felt strangely, dully queasy. 

Mick was sitting on a chair by the window, watching the quiet street below, 
whittling a piece of wood with his knife. Moose was thumbing a magazine they 
had found in the apartment. It was a fashion magazine, but Moose was looking 
at the pictures of women like a child looking through a toy catalog. 

Roger and Lena had gone into the next bedroom. Now, in the stillness of the 
living s room, the two men and their hostage could hear the sounds of 
lovemaking coming from inside. 

"Oooooh, baby, ooohhhhhh, fuck me, lover," Lena was groaning. 

They had, in their lusting haste, left the bedroom door wide open, and 
Ellie's chair was positioned just across from it. Suddenly, through her 
dulled perceptions, she realized she could see the bed and everything that 
was happening on it. She wanted to get up and move, but she was desperately 
afraid to move. Every motion she made caused the men to grow alert to her, 
attracted their attention. Mick would point his knife at her and she was 
terrified now of him. And so she chose not to move, chose the lesser of the 
evils. 

And her drugged mind was oddly fascinated by what she saw. 

"Ooooooooh, feeeeeeeels sooooooo gooooooooooood, baby," Lena cooed. Never in 
her life had Ellie before heard the sounds of a woman making love. It sent 
strange shivers through her body that were at the same time repelling and 
fascinating. 

She could see the naked body of the black woman glistening now with sweat 
and the lean muscular body of the white man. And then she saw something that 
made her turn her eyes away. 

Roger was lying on his back now and his enormously hard member with its big 
purple head was sticking straight up in the air in plain view of Ellie's 
astonished and horrified eyes. 

She turned her eyes sharply. She couldn't look, but she didn't dare change 
her seat. So far, neither Mick nor Moose had noticed her. 

Yet some strange compulsion made her look back again and she saw something 
that her innocent eyes could not believe. 

Lena had crawled on top of Roger Barron and she was now slipping his huge 
cock straight into the depths of her hot, moist pussy. Ellie watched wide 
eyed as she saw Barron's penis disappear into the black flesh. Then Lena 
lifted her body up high on the huge staff and lowered herself back down till 
it completely disappeared. The young blonde was horrified. She couldn't 
watch. She just couldn't! 

Without even thinking of the danger, she reflexively stood up to move over 
to the couch, whose back was to the bedroom door. It was a mistake! 

"Where you going?" Mick asked suddenly. 

"I-I just thought I-I'd take a more comfortable seat.. . " 

"All right," said Mick. And Ellie heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm hungry," he 
added. "I'm gonna go out to the kitchen and rustle up some food." 

Now Ellie was alone in the room with only big Moose for company. Suddenly 
she missed Mick's presence. Somehow she felt him as a barrier against an 
attack by the huge dumb beast of a man who was now leering at her from 
across the room. 

"Mick said I could have my turn," he said stupidly, grinning at her. "You're 
pretty. I like you." 

A shiver of horror whipped through the young girl's body. Moose was standing 
now so that he too could see through the bedroom door at the couple on the 
bed. Wide-eyed Ellie watched as she saw the crotch of the big man's pants 
begin to bulge. God! He was big! It looked like there was an enormous fist 
in his pants! The innocent young blonde was now paralyzed with fear as Moose 
walked toward her. 

His enormous hand circled her wrist and he pulled her up as easily as if she 
were a paper doll. 

"No!" she gasped. "No! W-what are you going to do?" 

"Don't worry, pretty thing," he said in his heavy, ponderous way. "You're 
very pretty. I like you. You come watch with me." 

He led her to the doorway and now she was forced once again to look at the 
couple on the bed. Their position had reversed, Barron was on top of Lena 
now, his hips flicking in and out, his cock disappearing into her hotly 
churning black depths as her slick black flesh writhed beneath him. 

Every time Barron withdrew, Ellie could see his hotly throbbing erection in 
full view between Len's slender black thighs, could see the full 
hair-covered balls, round and taut with his hotly boiling sperm. He was 
doing it to her so slowly, Lena looked as if she was writhing in torture. 
But she was cooing that she loved it. 

"Ohhhhhhh, baby . . . oooooooh, baby," he chant was rhythmical, like an 
obscene song, her voice was thick and sweet like honey. 

Moose watched wide eyed too. He wanted to make this pretty little blonde 
feel like Lena felt. He wanted to fuck her as smooth and slow and gracefully 
as Barron was fucking Lena. But Moose was clumsy and somehow he never could. 
He would just get carried away and wind up pummeling a girl till he came. 
And he was so big, the girls always creamed and cried beneath him. Why 
couldn't he make a girl love it the way Roger could? 

He pulled Ellie to him now, and she tried to pull away as she felt his 
enormous hard-on pressing into her belly. Oh God! It was so big. It would 
kill her if he tried to rape her the way Mick had. 

But she was like a helpless bird in his enormous hands. Clumsily, but with a 
pathetic attempt at gentleness, he took off her T-shirt. Now she was 
bra-less beneath, since Mick had slashed her clothes and underwear to bits. 

Now she stood naked from the waist up, in broad daylight, before the hungry 
eyes of this big, ugly brute. Her hands flew up to cover herself but Moose 
peeled them away. His hands were big and sweaty as he cupped the fullness of 
her breasts in his hands. 

Poor Moose had wanted to be gentle with this pretty little thing, but he was 
getting carried away. He was squeezing and pulling her breasts now, rubbing 
her nipples harshly. 

"Owwwww! Ouch!" Ellie cried out, and tried to turn and run from him, but his 
long arm reached out and grabbed her arm until she was pressed up against 
his huge bulk once again. 

"Don't do that," he said. "Don't get me angry . . . I get crazy when I get 
angry." 

And indeed, he looked like a madman now. Ellie was frozen with fear. She 
couldn't scream out; that would only bring Mick with his switchblade back to 
the living room. Oh God! She was trapped. Trapped. Checkmate! There was no 
place to run! 

She knew if she went to the window and tried to scream for help they would 
not hesitate to kill her . . . Barron with his pistol, Mick with his knife, 
Moose with his bare hands. 

Moose was covering her mouth now with his roughly calloused hand so she 
could not cry out again, and with his other hand he returned to kneading her 
breasts harshly. Ellie knew her nipples were growing erect as he plied and 
twisted the little red buds, and between her legs she could feel the bulge 
in his pants growing still harder and she could feel the tremendous heat of 
it between her legs. Oh God! She thought she would faint from repulsion. The 
huge man had bent his knees so that it was just between her trembling thighs 
now. Something awful was happening to her as he held her around the mouth 
with his hand, his arm around her head pressing her, trapping her, against 
his body. She could feel the massively hot hardness of his cock against her 
little clitoris, and strange sensations of heat were churning through her 
belly. 

And then, before she knew what was happening, his big clumsy hands were 
struggling with the zipper of her jeans. She looked up at him with silently 
begging eyes and, her mouth free now, she whispered to him, pleading with 
him to let her go. 

"Please," her eyes quickly brimming with tears. "Please . . . don't do this 
to me. Please . . . I beg you! Please! Oh God!" Her tears had flooded over 
and were streaming down her cheeks and her entire body was wracked with 
sobs. 

The huge dumb beast of a man was touched, but it had the opposite result 
from what the young girl wanted. 

It only made him desire her morel 

His clumsy hands were wiping the tears from her face and he was showering 
disgustingly wet kisses all over her face. 

"You're pretty. You shouldn't cry. You shouldn't cry," he said, and her 
sweet vulnerability was making him even hotter. 

He kissed her wetly and his breath was sweet and warm, making her nauseous, 
as he continued to struggle with her zipper. Finally, in his impatience, he 
just ripped the flimsy faded jeans open and tore them from her body. Now she 
was helplessly, hopelessly naked, cringing back from his reach, backing away 
from him, sobbing and whimpering, wanting to scream, but afraid, terrified 
to make any noise. 

He yanked her back so that once again she could not escape the sight of the 
fucking couple in the next room. Again Lena had rolled on top of Barron and 
was wildly bouncing her hips up and down over his rock-hard shaft of flesh. 
His hands reached up and he grabbed hold of Lena's hard-pointed breasts, 
rubbing them, reveling in the feel of her sharp nipples against his palms. 
Her neck was straining and her head was turned upward in ecstasy as his cock 
slid wetly in and out of her glistening pussy. 

"You got nice tits," Moose was groaning now, pinching her nipples until she 
winced with pain. She could feel his erection, so huge and throbbing, 
between her thighs, and her body was stiff and tense as she waited for the 
inevitable ravagement to come. 

Roughly, clumsily, Moose had pushed her to the floor. The boards were cold 
and bare. But Moose was obsessed with her enormous, melon-like breasts. His 
head was turned as he watched the couple in the next room, watched Barron's 
cock pistoning in and out of Lena's hungry black cunt. His own cock was 
pounding with unbelievable excitement now. Ohhhh. He was gonna fuck her. He 
was gonna fuck her now. It was his turn. Mick had said so. 

He held her pinned to the floor as she struggled to get up from her wretched 
position, struggling against his huge hand like a fly caught by the wing in 
a young boy's fingers. But her writhing, struggling body only excited him 
more. He fell forward on top of her and Ellie thought he might crush her to 
death with his enormous weight. Her breasts were flattened now against his 
huge expanse of chest and his enormous cock, hot and throbbing like some 
voracious beast, was pressed up into the naked warmth between her squirming 
thighs. Its huge spongy head had been moistened with seminal fluid, and he 
was making her buttocks wet and sticky, cold and uncomfortable. 

She groaned under his tremendous weight and felt his big hand sliding 
beneath her, cupping her ass cheeks roughly. Still she squirmed and writhed 
to try and get away from him. Her heart pounded with terror so that she 
thought it might burst. But her efforts were pathetic. Futile. 

And then she felt the head of his cock pressing against the delicate lips of 
her blonde fringed pussy. My God! It was so big! If he put that thing into 
her it would surely kill her. He was a beast, an animal . . . he hardly 
seemed human to her. Desperately she pounded her tiny fists against his 
chest, but he barely felt it. "Ow!" she cried out as his enormous cock-head 
slipped inside her terrified pussy opening. "Ow! Oooohh! Aargh!" He was 
hurting her. It was so awful! 

Moose could feel the warmly clasping smoothness of the young girl's pussy 
walls and he felt like swooning with pleasure. It was so tight, so 
unbelievably tight around his throbbing cock-head. He penetrated her narrow 
cuntal opening still another inch and moaned like a wounded beast with the 
incredible pleasure of it. Deeper and deeper his enormous member penetrated 
up into the young girl's warm depths, and every time she pulled her buttocks 
back or wriggled to struggle away from him, it felt even better and 
thrilling jolts of pleasure shot up the entire length of his turgid cock, 
causing the sperm to churn still more heatedly in his enormously swollen 
balls. 

"Please," Ellie whispered desperately. "Oh please. . . please. Stop! Stop! 
Please let me go!" She pleaded and begged, her body still struggling to free 
herself from him, but Moose was overcome now with lust. It was almost as if 
she didn't exist. She wanted to scream, she felt a scream welling up deep in 
her chest, but she had to choke it before it left her lips. The gang of 
outlaws had so terrified her that she did not dare yell out, did not dare to 
make a sound loud enough to bring Mick and his switchblade in from the 
kitchen. 

The pressure of Moose's cock was unbearable. She felt as if he would split 
her in two. The pressure was heavy and incessant, and deeper and deeper he 
forced himself up into her tightly smooth cuntal channel. She bucked her 
hips back away from him and was shocked to hear him groan in pleasure from 
this movement. She tried to hold her body rigid and still, but all she was 
aware of now was the hugely pulsating cock worming its way deeper and deeper 
up inside her quivering belly. Nothing else existed now but that awful, 
overwhelming pain. Nothing in the world existed but Moose's enormously hot 
member, stretching her beyond belief. She felt as if that giant cock was 
expanding even farther, the deeper it penetrated her cringing little pussy. 

Then suddenly in one swift motion, he thrust all the way in to the very 
hilt! 

"Aiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked before she could stop herself, and opened 
her eyes suddenly to see if she had attracted Mick's attention. Her insides 
were aching in pain but she dared not scream again. And there was no sign of 
the little rat of a man and his knife. 

Moose's throbbingly hard shaft was stroking in and out of her helplessly 
writhing body now, in and out. Spittle was drooling from his mouth, dripping 
down on her naked breasts, as he began fucking into her body like an 
unleashed beast. 

Cock and pain was all Ellie knew.. . hot throbbing cock-flesh wracking her 
body in two. Her head was flailing wildly from side to side, her blonde 
curls sticking wetly now to her face. Suddenly the motion of her head 
stopped and she watched spellbound what was happening in the next room. She 
watched as Barron's glistening hard cock slipped in and out of Lena's black 
pussy, watched as the black woman writhed and moaned with incredible 
pleasure, watched as her sweat made her body so shiny and black, like smooth 
ebony. And Barron's face too was contorted with lust as he strained his head 
up to watch his hotly pulsating member slipping in and out between Lena's 
hair-fringed, bright pink pussy lips. They moaned and grunted together, 
almost as if they had become one huge, throbbing mass of flesh. There was 
something beautiful, almost spellbinding about it, Ellie thought. It almost 
gave her pleasure to watch them, but all too abruptly, as Moose shoved his 
hot red cock deep into her belly, she was forced back into the hideous 
reality of being brutally fucked by this half-human monster of a man. He was 
like a whale, hot and sweaty, suffocating her, pummeling her. It was 
hideously humiliating. 

And then, suddenly from the next room Ellie heard a cry that sounded like 
nothing she had ever heard before in her life. 

"Aiiiiieeeeee! Aieeeeeeee! Aahhhhhh-hh!" Lena cried out. "I'm 
cummmmmiiiii-gggggg!" 

Her body jerked and bucked as the first huge waves of orgasm overcame her 
and her pussy clutched in waves of climax over Barron's thrusting cock until 
suddenly he too cried out! 

"Oh God! I'm cummmmiiiiinnnnnng." His cock jerked wildly as round after 
round of hot cum shot up into Lena's hotly clasping black pussy. 

Ellie could see the white liquid seeping out of Lena's pussy, seeping back 
down Barron's slick shiny cock as the two collapsed together in a heap on 
the bed and were perfectly still. 

It astounded Ellie the way Lena had reveled in her lover's ministrations, 
and she was suddenly filled with a great sense of shame. Here she was 
obscenely flattened beneath this huge hulk of flesh whose enormous cock was 
battering savagely up into her innocent young pussy, and she was becoming 
vaguely aware that the intense pain she had suffered, the pain which was the 
center of her being, was growing more and more exciting. In the strangest 
way she was beginning to crave his huge cock deep up in her belly and she 
realized that her hips, earlier frozen rigid, were now moving up to meet 
each of his savage strokes. 

In a great flush of shame she realized her thighs were trembling 
uncontrollably and hot electric thrills were coursing through her savagely 
captive body. 

Strange animal mewls escaped her throat. Something awful was happening! Her 
cunt felt like it was on fire. How could this monster cause her to feel this 
way? How could this be happening to her? 

His enormous cock fucked deep up into her belly. It was torment, it was 
agony, it was a huge fire she thought she might never be able to extinguish. 
She could feel the enormous spongy head of his cock hitting hard against her 
cervix, could feel the rough hair of his balls slapping against her smoothly 
rounded ass cheeks . . . and she was fucking back! Her hips were thrusting 
rhythmically up now to meet Moose's every stroke! 

Oh God! Never in her life had she felt such pain, such humiliation . . . 
such pleasure! 

Never before in his life had Moose ever fucked anyone so beautiful. Her 
pussy walls felt like hot elastic clutching at his pulsating cock, and the 
softly enveloping tightness caused sharp volts of pleasure to shoot up the 
length of his huge shaft to his cum-heavy balls. 

The little blonde captive's eyes were clenched tightly shut. She could not 
bear to look at what was happening, could not believe the obscene, the 
disgusting picture she made with this hideous whale of a man. Yet never 
in-her life had such intensely pleasurable feelings coursed through her 
young body. Nothing existed for her now but the burning fire between her 
legs, and deep up in her belly, nothing but Moose's cock filling her 
completely, fanning the flames, making her insane with passion. 

As he buffeted her voluptuous little body, a strange moan escaped her lips 
and then, suddenly, it was as if an earthquake had hit, it was as if her 
insides had exploded and flashes of blinding color shot before her closed 
eyes as she experienced the first orgasm of her life! 

Moose could feel the spastic clenching and unclenching of her vaginal walls 
as the young girl's orgasm struck and it was so unbelievably thrilling that, 
without warning, his own hot load of boiling cum shot up the length of his 
blood-swollen cock and shot out in huge spurts from the tip, flooding her 
spasming cunt and trickling out down the crack between her ass cheeks. 

And then, heavily, Moose collapsed on top of the young girl. 

Her orgasm finished, reality hit her like a slap in the face. Her tiny hands 
pounded his shoulders and she struggled to push his enormous weight off of 
her. 

Moose rolled over, lying on his back on the floor, while Ellie, her 
humiliation overwhelming her, reached for her little T-shirt and jeans and 
quickly dressed. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It had been three days since the robbery. Barron was growing nervous. There 
was no word on the radio about the robbery, nothing in the newspapers. 
Something was wrong. The quiet was unnatural. They were sitting on a 
half-million dollars and they would have to make a move soon. For one thing, 
the food they had set aside was running low. For another, the longer they 
sat, the easier a target they would finally make. 

Barron called Moose and Mick into the living room. "Lena," he said, "we're 
gonna have a meeting. Take the blonde out of here . . . " He winked. "I'm 
sure you can keep her busy for a while." 

"Jesus Christ," muttered Lena. "Why can't I be at the meeting?" She glanced 
over at Ellie, drugged and depressed, sitting meekly in the chair in the 
corner. 

"I want her out of here," Barron repeated patiently. "You take care of her." 
There was no arguing with Barron when he spoke in that firm and quiet way. 

Lena walked over to Ellie and grabbed her thin pale arm with her black 
fingers. "Come on, you silly cunt. We gonna go into the bedroom and have a 
little pajama party." 

Meekly, Ellie obeyed. Three days of terror, of rape, of relinquishing power 
over her life to desperate men who wielded knives and guns, had completely 
robbed Ellie of spirit. Her instincts in the van were to struggle, she had 
even tried to struggle against Moose to keep from being raped, but now she 
was overwhelmed with a sense of futility. She was a prisoner and nothing she 
could do could change that. Where were the police? Why couldn't they find 
her? Would anyone ever rescue her, or must she resign herself to eventually 
being murdered at the hands of these desperate people when she ceased to be 
of value as a hostage and became a burden to them. 

Ellie lay down on the bed and Lena sat up in an armchair, filing her long 
red fingernails. She knew Lena didn't like her, but Lena was another woman. 
Lena couldn't physically overpower her, Lena couldn't rape her. Perhaps she 
could win her over. Perhaps Lena could be an ally after all. For three days 
now she had watched these people in close quarters. She knew that there was 
no love lost between Lena, Moose and Mick. Lena was in love with Barron and 
Barron too had no respect for his two henchmen. Moose and Mick were no 
better than animals, but Lena and Barron seemed to be more intelligent, more 
sensitive. Perhaps there was a way to communicate. Perhaps, alone' here with 

Lena, they could talk woman to woman. Maybe Lena would sympathize with her, 
protect her from the others, maybe even pressure Barron to let her go. 

Ellie realized she was letting her hopes soar unrealistically. Lena had 
never shown her anything but resentment. But she would try. 

She looked down at her nails. Then she looked at Lena and made an attempt at 
a smile. "Gee," she said, trying to pretend they were just two girl friends 
at home, "my nails could use a manicure too. Could I borrow that file when 
you're done?" 

Lena looked up coolly. "Sure, honey. You can be the best manicured corpse in 
the whole damn morgue." 

A hideously cold shiver went through the beautiful blonde captive. No one 
had ever made a reference to her death before . . . did this mean they were 
planning to kill her, or was Lena just being nasty? 

"Please . . . don't talk like that," she whispered. 

"Well, honey, you're eatin' your share of our food, and I don't know how 
long we're gonna have to make it last. Now just take one guess who's the 
most dispensable . . . " 

Lena was enjoying this. She was enjoying her sense of power over this 
innocent young white girl, this little spoiled bitch who didn't know what 
life could be like when the going got rough, who didn't have any idea how 
desperate you could get when you had starvin' kids screaming around you and 
pulling at your apron the way Lena's mother had. 

"But.. . murder . . . " Ellie gasped. Her mind refused to grasp the 
possibility. 

"Don't give me that old movie line kid about how it's just jail now for 
robbery, but murder will get us the chair. I seen Cagney do that. I seen 
Bogart fall for that. What you think we're gonna do with you, white girl?" 

Ellie looked desperately at Lena, looked directly into her coal black eyes. 
"Please, Lena. Please. Don't let them do that to me.. . 

Babysitting the hostage was turning out to be more fun than Lena could have 
ever imagined. It was like letting the cat baby-sit the mouse. 

Lena had her eyes now on Ellie's firm ripe breasts, now bra-less beneath the 
thin little T-shirt. Ain't a bad piece of white meat, Lena thought. Been a 
while since I tasted some nice sweet pussy. 

Her teeth gleamed whitely as a lewd smile spread across her face. 

"Well, sugar," she said, "unless you find a way to make yourself valuable 
around here, sure we'll get rid of you soon's it's convenient. You dig, 
Sugar?" 

"W-well, what could I do?" Ellie asked. "If we stay in the house I could 
cook and clean for you all." 

"A white maid. Well how my mama would've loved to live to see the day . . . 
" 

Lena turned her head and glanced to the door leading to the living room 
where the three men were having their meeting. "The boys ain't decided yet 
what we're gonna do. A maid ain't no good if we're goin' on the road." 

"Well, then what? . . . please tell me what to do. I-I don't want to die. 
I-I'm not a coward, but I don't want to die." 

Lena stood up and walked over to the bed, seating herself beside the young 
blonde. 

"Well, Sugar, let's just see if we can't figure something out here . . . " 

And suddenly Lena leaned over and her full soft lips came down on Ellie's. 
The young blonde was shocked. She was so innocent that she still had no idea 
what was going on. She never dreamed that a woman might try to make love to 
another woman! She thought Lena was suddenly being affectionate. 

That is-until Lena's hotly pointed tongue began worming its way into her 
mouth. Ellie felt as if she was going to gag as Lena's tongue began to play 
with her own, swirling around and around the tip of her tongue. Then, Lena's 
tongue withdrew and she sucked the young girl's lips softly into her own 
mouth. Ellie felt she would die from shame. After all the humiliation she 
had suffered at the hands of Moose and Mick, this was something she had 
never even imagined possible. 

She pushed Lena away. "Please . . . please . . . leave me alone . . . not 
you too." 

Lena laughed. "Well, then, Sugar, you ain't no use to me." She would play it 
cool, but the truth was that after tasting the sweetness of that pink little 
mouth, she wanted more. She could feel her pussy beginning to churn with 
desire, and she knew that she was already moistening the little crotch band 
of her panties. But she'd play it cool . . . better than that. She'd make 
this little white girl so frightened, she'd lay herself out on the bed for 
her like a goddamn buffet. 

"Please, Lena," Ellie begged. She was so frightened now of what might become 
of her, there were tears in her eyes and her belly was quaking in terror of 
what these four desperate people might do to her. "Don't let them kill me!" 

"You wanna live baby . . . ? " 

The question needed no answer. 

"You wanna live, you gonna take off all your clothes and spread yourself out 
for me." 

"No, please," she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate. 

Lena got up and went back toward the chair. "All the same to me-you live, 
you die," she said. 

"I-if I get undressed, you promise you'll let me live . . . " 

"I said," she seemed annoyed . . . "I said, you make yourself valuable to 
me, I may not want to see you offed." 

Ellie knew she had no reasonable choice. With trembling fingers she lifted 
the T-shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the 
room. Her nipples were erect now and it embarrassed her. Instinctively, she 
covered her naked breasts with her arms, and looked pleadingly at Lena. She 
did not speak, but her eyes begged-please, don't make me go on, don't make 
me humiliate myself like this to save my life. 

"Okay, now take off those jeans, honey." 

Stiffly, nervously, Ellie obeyed. Now, clad only in a pair of tiny bikini 
panties, she crouched at the head of the bed, curled up like a little 
monkey, irrationally thinking somehow to protect herself from what was to 
come. 

"That ain't no good, girl," said Lena. "I want to see the merchandise, you 
dig?" 

Slowly, her body as tense as a bowstring, Ellie let her arms drop from her 
breasts. "She felt excruciatingly self-conscious. And her nipples seemed to 
have a mind of their own. Exposed to the cool flow of air in the room, they 
were tingling, and it caused her face to flush with embarrassment. 

"Lie down!" the black girl commanded. 

Ellie obeyed. She lay flat on her back on the bed now, but her body was 
tense, her muscles taut, frozen in their desire to protect. 

Lena took her time, allowing first her eyes to devour the sight of Ellie's 
exquisite body. Her hard black eyes gleamed with desire at the sight of the 
blonde girl's huge, melon-like breasts, and those hard pink nipples looking 
like ripe cherries just waiting to be enjoyed. Oooooooh! Lena could feel the 
moisture seeping down between her smooth black thighs now. This was gonna be 
dee-licious! 

She sat down beside Ellie on the bed again, and Ellie stared at her with a 
look of horror in her eyes. But she knew she couldn't move. She knew that, 
to save her life, she would have to allow the black woman to do whatever she 
had chosen with her. In some ways, Ellie thought, it would be better to die. 
But her instinct for survival was strong. 

Lena's long slender black fingers reached out and touched the smooth white 
flesh of Ellie's thighs. A shiver of desire went through the black girl's 
body and-involuntarily-Ellie shivered too. 

Then, with one finger, Lena pulled away the waistband of Ellie's little 
panties and looked down at the soft mound of blonde pubic hair. Then she 
pulled the panties down over Ellie's long tapering thighs, down over her 
shapely calves, off over her feet. She let them drop on the floor. 

Now the blonde girl was totally naked on the bed. 

Lena's gaze traveled slowly over the blonde girl's incredibly voluptuous 
body while Ellie trembled self-consciously on the bed. Her tiny pink tongue 
licked her full sensual lips as her eyes fixed on Ellie's full, round 
breasts. God! She looked luscious, Lena thought, eyeing the firm-fleshed 
mounds greedily. 

Moving with feline grace, Lena unzipped her own dress and, sliding it off 
her smooth black body, laid it neatly on the chair behind her. The she 
unsnapped her brassiere and let it fall down her slender arms to the floor. 
Her own breasts, cone-shaped and hard, their nipples always erect, attracted 
Ellie's attention. She was fascinated because the black woman's body was so 
very different from her own. Aside from the chocolate richness of her skin, 
she was lean and angular where Ellie was softly rounded. And her strange 
attraction to the black girl made what was happening seem even worse! 

"Please," she whispered once again. "Please, Lena . . . don't do this . . . 
it-it's perverted!" 

But Lena only laughed in anticipation of the pleasure that awaited her. 
Removing her own panties, Lena went to the bed and mounted over Ellie, 
straddling her hips with her knees. 

"Oh God!" gasped Ellie, unable to believe this was really happening to her. 

Suddenly she felt the black woman's hard pointy nipples graze her own and an 
incredible thrill rippled through her body. She held her muscles rigid to 
protect herself not only from Lena's seduction but from her own feelings, 
which threatened at any moment to take over. 

The lean black woman was rubbing herself rhythmically against Ellie's body 
now, grinding her hips in sensual circular motions so that their pubic 
mounds-blonde hair against black-made electric contact. 

Ellie's body was flushed now with a strange mixture of excitation and shame. 
She wanted to flee, but knew it was impossible. In the next room were three 
desperate men-and guns. Here there was only Lena-and the horribly shameful 
feelings the black woman's lesbian actions were creating inside of her. 

Lena reached up and cupped her hand around Ellie's full firm breasts, 
tickling her nipples with a light circular motion of her thumbs, bringing 
them to still harder erectness, and reveling in the fact that the young 
captive was responding despite her efforts at control, despite the 
ridiculous way she insisted on holding her naked body so rigid. 

Ellie was feeling hot and feverish now, all over her body, but especially in 
her breasts. Though she was loath to admit it, she could feel her cuntal 
slit moistening from the effects of Lena's actions. 

Now Lena's full soft lips circled around Ellie's cherry-red nipple, coming 
together and drawing it inside the moist heat of her mouth until it touched 
her tongue and she began swirling around it in a succulently teasing motion. 

"Oooooohhhhh . . . Ahhhhhhhhhhhh . . . noooooooooo!" the confused blonde was 
moaning and protesting at the same time. 

Lena delighted in her power over the other woman. Though she had hated to 
admit it, she had the hots for the little hostage from the minute she had 
laid eyes on her. Now she would tease her and play with her until the white 
girl was hot and ready and begging her for it. She would suck her nipples 
until they would feel like bursting from the aching pleasure inside them. 
She sucked Ellie's breast still deeper into her hot mouth and shivered as 
she felt Ellie's thighs twitch involuntarily, heard her breath coming faster 
as she sucked and licked the white girl's hotly throbbing nipple. Her head 
bobbed back and forth now from one full round breast to the other, sucking 
and licking until Ellie's head 

Hi began to whip back and forth on the bed. 

The blonde girl pretended now that her cries were cries of protest. But Lena 
knew better. They were the sounds of passion. 

"Nooooo! Ahhhhhh . . . Oh God! Stop.. . Pleeeasssse! God! Nooooooooooo! 
Aaaa-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Lena's face was contorted now with desire as she slid her hand down across 
Ellie's little white belly to touch the soft strands of her golden pussy 
hair. Ellie moaned and her hips undulated gently as she felt the black 
woman's caresses causing salacious sensations to spread outward from her 
pussy. Oh God! She could no longer pretend, could no longer deny what was 
happening to her. She was hot, she was excited . . . she wanted this 
beautiful black woman to make love to her! She knew it was perverted, she 
knew she was now Lena's victim . . . as she had been the victim of Moose and 
Mick . . . but she wanted it! Her body was on fire and begging to be 
satisfied. 

Lena slithered down the blonde girl's body now and parted Ellie's soft white 
thighs, pulling them far apart to reveal the moistening pinkness of her 
blonde-fringed pussy slit. She brought her mouth down over the thin 
blonde-covered pussy mound and her tongue shot out of her mouth like a 
serpent's tongue, and sought the erect little bud of Ellie's hardened 
clitoris. 

Ellie was completely immersed in the hot streams of lascivious feeling 
coursing through her body now. The reality of her situation seemed to ebb 
further and further from her consciousness as she felt the black girl's hot 
tongue licking between her legs. It was driving her crazy with wanton 
desire. After being brutally raped twice by Mick and Moose, the other 
woman's gentle yet passionate ministrations were unbelievably pleasurable. 

Lena's hotly pointed tongue swirled around the tiny erect bud of Ellie's 
clitoris now, then slithered down to tease at the opening of her moistening 
cuntal slit. Ellie felt as if her belly was on fire as the black girl hotly 
licked and sucked around her now passionately writhing pussy. 

And so immersed were the two women in their lesbian passion, that they were 
unaware of the male presence now standing in the doorway, grinning lewdly 
and obscenely at them as their bodies writhed in passion and desire. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The result of the meeting was that the four bank robbers would remain in 
their hideout for another three days. They were running low on food . . . 
they were completely out of liquor. Roger had decided that, undercover of 
darkness, Mick and Moose would go to an all-night supermarket and buy the 
necessary supplies to keep them for another few days. Then the heat would be 
off, their trail would be cold, and they could divide up the money, and go 
their separate was. 

Roger was feeling edgy. The blackout on news of the robbery smelled bad. The 
cops weren't giving away any of their game. 

It could have been because they had no game-because they were embarrassed to 
admit their lack of clues. He hoped that was the reason. Or maybe it was a 
tactic. They hoped to force them out through the fear that silence breeds. 
Well, Roger wouldn't run scared. He'd stay here, cool and safe, until he 
knew for sure what was happening. 

When Moose and Mick had left, he stood up and walked to the bedroom door. 
He'd figured Lena would make her moves on the little white hostage. What he 
hadn't counted on was that the little blonde would be so hot for pussy 
herself. What a sight, he thought as he stood in the doorway and watched his 
beautiful black girl friend with her nappy black head between Ellie's smooth 
white thighs. He'd witnessed Lena in scenes like this before, and it never 
failed to arouse him. He could feel his breath coming faster as he watched 
the two women writhing hotly on the bed together. 

"Aaahhhhhhh," the blonde girl was cooing. Roger could feel his cock growing 
hard beneath his pants, and, almost unconsciously, he began to gently stroke 
it as his eyes feasted on the two voluptuous women on the bed. Swirls of 
powerful desire began to churn within his balls. Yes, he'd join them soon . 
. . 

Lena was reveling in the taste of the beautiful blonde's cuntal secretions 
and the young captive's smooth white thighs were twitching with pathetic 
vulnerability. The black woman was fucking her tongue lewdly in and out of 
Ellie's defenselessly spread pussy, working with a passion that filled her 
body with a devouring heat. 

Ellie was jerking and moaning wildly beneath her. Oh, God! It was the most 
thrilling sensation in the world. Her in-sides felt like mercury expanding 
and about to explode. Nothing in her life had ever felt so wonderful. And 
the strangest thing was that, while another woman's mouth was sending 
incredible thrills of excitement coursing through her body, in her mind were 
images of cock, hot, hard, blood-swollen cocks filled her brain as Lena's 
tongue began to fill her hotly writhing cunt. 

"Ohhhhh . . . ahhhhh," she moaned incoherently. Her head was flailing from 
side to side and her hips jerked hungrily up to meet Lena's soft lips. 

Still massaging his cloth-encased cock to the rhythm of the girl's lesbian 
love, Roger knew he was ready to move in on the scene. He unzipped his pants 
and pulled them off along with his jockey shorts as his burgeoning cock shot 
forth. He walked slowly towards the two women, dropping to his knees beside 
the bed. Lena caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, but 
Ellie, in her lust-filled delirium noticed nothing. Then, for an instant her 
eyes opened, and-as she gazed out at his enormous, blood-pulsing member, she 
let out a gasp. The sound she made was a strange mixture of fear and desire. 
Somehow she had felt protected alone with Lena. Despite the fact that Lena 
had threatened her with words, despite the fact that she had seduced her, 
had made her feel-against her will-the illicit thrills of lesbian love, she 
was only another woman. She was not someone that was really a physical 
threat to her. But now, once again, Ellie found herself confronted with the 
terrifying power of her captor's cock, so like a dangerous weapon, and now 
only inches from her face. And to be caught in such a humiliating position 
by Roger made everything still worse. 

Oh God! she thought. What is he going to do? 

At that moment, Roger began to thrust his hips still closer to the young 
girl's face, aiming his huge cock directly at her slightly parted lips. 

"Suck my cock, baby," Roger said softly, easily, but in the tone of one who 
is used to being obeyed. 

"No. . . " Ellie whispered, fear glazing her eyes. "Oh God! Please!" 
Suddenly she felt hideously vulnerable and horribly ashamed to have this 
man, her captor-his cock just inches from her mouth-watching as another 
woman licked her pussy between her open thighs. 

"I said lick it, baby . . . or you want a pistol in your face instead?" 

Terrified once again for her very safety, Ellie parted her cherry-pink lips 
slowly. They were quivering now as she fought back tears of humiliation. 

"Lick the tip," he commanded. 

Obediently, her tongue shot out to flick at the little drop of moisture 
glistening at the very tip of his purple cock head. 

And, all the while, though Lena knew what was happening, she continued her 
relentless licking of the blonde girl's hotly quivering pussy. Despite 
Ellie's horror of Roger's enormous penis, she felt a wild shiver of delight 
run through her entire body. Never before had she tasted a man's seminal 
fluid, never before had she tasted cock. It was insane, crazy! This man was 
her enemy; he held her life by a thread. Yet he was sending the most 
incredible shivers of desire through her body that she had ever experienced. 

Something was prodding at her consciousness . . . a thought.. . a memory was 
surfacing that she didn't want to see. She shut her eyes tight as the 
insidious memory intruded into her mind. She had blocked it.. . had tried to 
forget.. . what that hideous beast of a man called Moose had done to her 
yesterday . . . 

Until this moment all she remembered was the brutality of his rape, but now 
a deeper truth made itself known. As she had fought and struggled against 
him, though she had hated it at first, something incredible had happened to 
her body. She had exploded in a climax of unbelievable power. . . she had 
been raped at knifepoint, raped twice with brute force. But the second time 
she had loved it . . . loved it . . . and now, staring at Roger's cock, 
licking the hot spongy head with her tongue, she knew she wanted more. 

Ellie knelt before Roger's long virile hardness and grasped the 
blood-engorged heavy trunk in her dainty fingers, tremors of damning 
excitation sparking through her synapses at its bursting hot feel. 
Reverently, she lifted it up in one hand to study its hair-covered testicles 
and licked them with eager swipes of the tongue, thrilling at their swollen 
promise. 

Her lips encircled his hotly pulsating cock head and she slowly drew his 
throbbing shaft deeper into her mouth, swallowing quickly so as not to 
choke. 

"Oh, suck it, baby," he groaned. "Suck it!" 

His commanding tone sent a shiver of fear through her body, but with Lena 
still licking hotly at her pussy, the fear quickly turned to still greater 
excitement. Involuntarily, she moaned around the rubbery bluntness of 
Roger's enormous cock head. Her tongue began to tease around and around, and 
Roger crawled up on the bed beside them so that he could force his cock 
still deeper into her mouth. 

Lena too was moaning now as her mouth licked hotly at the succulent folds of 
Ellie's pink hair-fringed cuntal slit. Her face was a mask of contorted lust 
as she slaved over the white girl's hotly writhing cunt. And her eyes gazed 
upward as she watched Ellie take half of Roger's lust-bloated cock inside 
her mouth, her lips straining around the rigid member, her tongue circling 
and her lips pressuring, as, instinctively, she knew exactly what to do. 
Deeper and deeper she sucked him into the hot cavern of her mouth, her 
tongue circling continuously, matching the motions of Lena's tongue on her 
pussy. 

Lena was running her tongue more quickly now over the other girl's wetly 
seeping pussy slit, occasionally teasing the erectly throbbing bud of her 
clitoris. Then she began to slide her hungry tongue deep up into Ellie's 
wildly clenching cunt, then withdrawing it, wanting to tease her to the 
point of madness. Ellie's milk-white thighs were trembling helplessly, as if 
the poor captive blonde had lost all control over her body. She was prey now 
to the wild and wicked sensations that were ruling her. 

Once again Lena inserted her tongue into Ellie's pussy slit, and she could 
feel it clasping and writhing, almost sucking her tongue out of her mouth. 
Lena's pussy was as hot as a cauldron now. She could stand it no longer. She 
had to find her satisfaction too. 

"Barron," she moaned. "Oh God! Barron. Suck me too . . . please . . . suck 
me." 

Lena's high black ass was wriggling frantically now, seeking out anything 
that would help to quench its burning fire. She rearranged herself so that 
her mouth did not lose contact with Ellie's pussy, but her own cunt was now 
just inches away from Barron's face. 

"Oh, Barron . . . lick me . . . please . . . lick my pussy!" 

Barron moved his head forward and his tongue shot up into Lena's hot 
writhing pussy, its brilliant red color so exciting against the ebony of her 
flesh. Deeper and deeper he wriggled his tongue into her hotly clenching 
pussy, deeper and deeper he thrust his cock into Ellie's hotly sucking 
mouth. 

Ellie felt as if she was going to gag. Barron had thrust so deep she could 
hardly breathe. And then, slowly, he was drawing it out of her mouth. God! 
It felt so good, her mouth felt like hot butter around his cock, and Lena's 
pussy felt the same around his tongue. Incredible swirls of heat began 
building deep inside of him, the hot sperm churning wildly in his 
lust-bloated balls. 

The three writhing people were overwhelmed by the incredible currents of 
electric passion that surged through them as if they were one organism, one 
red-hot mass of molten flesh. Each was aware of their own climax building 
insanely inside their flaming bodies, and they thrust and bucked wildly 
seeking their mutual satisfaction. It was as if all three were drowning in a 
whirlpool of sensation. 

Barron began fucking his cock into Ellie's gagging mouth in a fast staccato 
rhythm now and the poor blonde girl could feel it swelling to remarkable 
size inside her mouth. 

"Oh God!" she heard him groan into Lena's pussy. "Oh Jesus! 
Arrrghhhhhhh-hhhh," his sounds were muffled between the black girl's legs. 

But suddenly a searing flood of hot white sperm shot out into Ellie's 
obscenely stretched mouth. The poor blonde girl choked and gasped as she 
inadvertently swallowed all of his hot cum. But there was so much of it! It 
flooded her mouth and began dripping obscenely down her chin. It was awful 
and humiliating, but wildly exciting at the same time and she could not help 
but grind her hot pussy even more wildly against the black girl's slavering 
tongue. 

Spasm after spasm of orgasm shuddered through Barron's body, but his face 
remained pressed against Lena's hotly clasping pussy, digging insanely into 
her churning depths. And then suddenly her sleek black body stiffened and 
arched, wailing and spasming her own climax, the hot juice from her cunt 
running down his chin. She was no longer in control of what she was doing, 
and barely realized that she had ceased her tongue-fucking of Ellie's 
moistly heated pussy. 

Barron and Lena were sated now, and Ellie's body was on fire. She had been 
so close.. . so close to orgasm.. . and now she was left dissatisfied, 
hungry, on fire and unable to quell the raging heat of her loins. 

Yet these people were her captors, her enemies and she was too ashamed to 
ask for what she most needed. 

Never in her life had she felt so helpless, so humiliated . . . and so 
desperately longing for fulfillment. 

Damn them all for denying her an orgasm while they lazed about on the floor, 
blatantly ignoring her while she was forced to watch their depraved but 
wildly arousing performance in a torrid sex clash right there on the rug, 
nudging her naked body like she was a piece of furniture crying out their 
orgasms while she cried for her own. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

When Lena and Barron regained their normal consciousness, they suddenly 
became aware of Ellie's plight. Barron laughed and Ellie flushed a bright 
red in utter humiliation. She sat up and covered herself, pretending that 
she felt nothing, but it was obvious to the two more experienced people that 
she was still a red-hot well of desire. 

"What are we gonna do for Blondie?" Lena asked, a wicked glint in her eyes. 

"What about Charlie?" Roger grinned. 

Oh God! thought the poor young blonde. Not another gangster. How awful. What 
were they going to do to her? Who was Charlie? She trembled on the bed, 
covering her naked breasts in shame, her hips squirming on the bed, beyond 
her control, desperately seeking to quell the raging fire in her pussy. She 
thought she might be sick from the combination of total humiliation and 
overwhelming desire. 

She saw Lena walk toward the dresser. The black girl opened a drawer and 
pulled out a strange-looking machine. She was grinning. "Never fuck without 
an introduction," she said. "Blondie, this is Charlie . . . " 

"W-what. . . ? " Ellie was stunned and cowered on the bed against the wall. 
What on earth was Lena holding . . . something electric . . . it had a cord 
and plug . . . my God! What was going on? 

Lena pointed at the pathetically crouched blonde girl and began to laugh. 

Roger laughed too. 

"Blondie ain't never seen a vibrator before. Is that right?" Lena smirked. 

"A v-vibrator . . . " The blonde girl was barely aware of what a vibrator 
was . . . something to do with women's liberation-she just didn't know. All 
she knew was that she was frightened of the large machine and-worse-her cunt 
was still throbbing madly, begging to be filled and satisfied. 

"Charlie the vibrator . . . he'll take good care of your pussy . . . " 

Lena plugged it in and the harsh whirring sound seemed terrifying to the 
young blonde hostage. She scrambled to her knees in an effort to escape the 
strange vibrating machine that was the shape of an enormous penis! But Roger 
caught her by the arms and held her firmly pinned in his grasp. 

"White girl sho' is strange, Barron. Why, her pussy is just dying to be 
filled and fucked and she runnin' from the only thing gonna take care of her 
now . . . " But as she said these last words she could see that Barron's 
cock, resting lightly against Ellie's thighs as he held her upper arms 
firmly with both hands, was beginning to stir again and she smiled to 
herself. Barron's gorgeous hunk of flesh was for her-Ellie was gonna take 
Charlie, like it or not. 

She moved closer to the blonde captive, helplessly pinned to the bed now by 
Barron. She held the huge plastic vibrating cock in front of her like some 
twenty-first-century weapon. Ellie tossed her hips and bucked and jerked in 
order to escape from Barron's grasp, but it was impossible. Relentlessly, 
the huge electric dildo in the black girl's hand moved toward the cringing 
but moistly heated lips of her still unsatisfied pussy. 

Lena touched the vibrator to the outside of Ellie's pussy lips and heard the 
young blonde groan with pleasure. But when Ellie looked down between her 
legs there was a look of stark terror on her face . . . The vibrator was 
enormous. Why, she could never get anything that big inside of her . . . it 
would kill her! 

"No . . . Lena, no . . . Please . . . it's too big!" she cried out, her eyes 
a mask of sheer terror. 

But Lena began to insert the tip of the instrument into Ellie's cringing 
pussy. "Aaaahhhhhh!" she heard the blonde moan reflexively with pleasure . . 
. She thrust the vibrator in still deeper and Ellie unconsciously opened her 
legs still wider to accommodate its enormous breadth. It was vibrating 
faster than anything human ever could and thrilling ripples of pleasure 
spread outward from her pulsating cunt over her entire body. Wave after wave 
of pure pleasure washed over her as the black girl thrust the huge machine 
deeper and deeper up into her hotly churning depths. 

But at the same time that the huge vibrator was giving her an incredible 
amount of pleasure, its huge size was stretching her poor pussy beyond its 
endurance. It was only half in and she felt as if she could take no more. 

But Lena was relentless. Now the pleasure of the vibrating dildo mixed with 
a pressure that was a strange combination of pleasure and pain. She wanted 
it to stop but it felt so incredible. It vibrated incessantly, and Lena had 
it angled so that it could vibrate against her erect little clitoris at the 
same time it continued its relentless penetration of her horribly stretched 
cuntal channel. 

And, too, Ellie was suddenly aware of something warm moving on the outside 
of her slender thighs. She turned her eyes and was horrified at what she 
saw. While the black woman was ramming her defenseless little pussy with the 
enormous vibrator, Barron was holding her and his cock was growing huge and 
hot and erect, pressing against her leg. It was still slick and covered with 
his cum juice from a few minutes earlier when he had forced it into her 
mouth and she had sucked it until he came, his hot boiling cum hitting 
against her throat, making her choke until she swallowed it. Now it was 
growing hard and hot again. 

Barron's enormous erection did not escape Lena's hungry eyes either. She 
moved closer to Barron now and gave the vibrator one final thrust up into 
Ellie's quivering depths. 

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" the young blonde moaned as she felt the vibrating 
machine hit the back of her cervix, vibrating wildly against it, and causing 
hot volts of lewd electricity to shoot up her spine. And just before she 
closed her eyes, lost in the molten passion that coursed through her blood, 
she saw Len's black face moving closer and closer to Barron's blood-engorged 
erection. 

Then suddenly, the passion building relentlessly now in her hotly writhing 
depths, Ellie felt the enormous swell of her orgasm building as the whirring 
machine in her greedy pussy drove her nearly mad with inhuman pleasure. 

"Ohhhhhhhh . . . Ooooooooooohhhhh . . . Aiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" she moaned madly 
and Barron's cock swelled to a greater size as Lena's tiny tongue shot out 
of her soft black lips and lightly circled the very rim. With one girl on 
the verge of orgasm beside him, and the other's hot breath hovering over the 
huge purple head of his cock, he thought he would go mad with lust. Who says 
crime doesn't pay? Sheeeeeeeeiiiiiit! 

And then suddenly, the building volcano inside of the young blonde hostage 
began to erupt and she wanted to scream out her orgasm. But Barron still had 
the presence of mind to cover her mouth and stifle the sounds. They didn't 
need to attract any attention . . . and God! When this chick came she was 
going to scream bloody murder. 

Only muffled gasps filled the room now as Ellie's body shook and heaved in 
the throes of her orgasm as wave after powerful wave of the ultimate sexual 
pleasure spread from its center deep in her cunt to her entire body. 

Finally she fell back limp on Barron's chest and the vibrator slipped out of 
her wetly sated pussy. Lazily she reached forward and shut off its switch. 
She lay back and felt Barron breathing heavily beside her. 

She was still in the nether world of post-orgasmic semi-consciousness when 
suddenly she heard his voice command: "Don't just lay there baby . . . get 
to work on my balls.. . " Ellie looked over and saw the crouching black 
girl's mouth sliding rhythmically up and down over his hotly pulsating 
shaft.. . 

"I said suck my balls, baby," he ordered, and wrenched her slender arm 
painfully so that she knew she had no choice but to obey. She crouched down 
in a humiliating position and, while Lena sucked lasciviously on his 
enormously throbbing member, she placed her head below and her tongue began 
to circle his hair-fringed balls. 

"Suck!" I said, she heard him cry out harshly. 

Fearing he would hurt her again if she did not obey, Ellie took one of his 
ultra-sensitive sperm-filled balls into the warm moistness of her mouth. 

But, as incredible as the pleasure of two women going down on him felt, 
Barron wanted something more-something tighter and hotter and clinging 
around his hugely throbbing cock. He watched Lena's high black ass wriggling 
in the air as she sucked him rhythmically and knew exactly what he was going 
to do. 

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her around so that Lena was now on 
all fours. In the fast motion, Ellie was tossed off to the side like 
unwanted refuse. She leaned up against the wall and watched in horror the 
lascivious act she had never before imagined. The high round cheeks of 
Lena's black ass were only a couple of feet from Ellie's astonished eyes and 
the captive young girl could see the brilliant red valley of moist flesh 
between the hair-lined slit of her pussy, could see the drops of moisture 
from her hotly churning cunt. The black girl was rolling her ass sensually. 
She knew what Barron wanted and she would make it as exciting for him as she 
could. Barron's gigantic cock was throbbing red and a lone crop of seminal 
fluid moistened the very tip. His cock was so close she could see the 
blood-filled veins pumping madly as he moved it closer and closer to Lena's 
undulating buttocks. Holding his throbbing cock in one hand he pressed his 
cockhead against the tiny puckered opening of Lena's rear passage. 

Ellie gasped. What on earth was he doing? Poor Lena. God! He would kill her. 

In wide-eyed terror Ellie watched as Barron stretched the black girl's 
buttocks wide with his finger to prepare her for the entry of his cock. The 
blonde watched as his finger shot repeatedly in and out and she could see 
that, for Lena, it was painful. Yet the black girl stood obediently ready 
for him. 

Then the huge spongy head of his cock replaced his finger and he began to 
slowly bury his turgid cock in Lena's nether passage. Around and around he 
rotated the enormously throbbing bulk of his cock and the incredible 
tightness of her asshole brought hot sparks of pleasure shooting to his 
balls. 

Lena was moaning, obviously in some pain, but she did not shrink from Barron 
and allowed him to have his way. She knew it would be only moments until her 
asshole adjusted to his fucking. And then she too would enjoy it. 

But Ellie was horrified. For a terrible thought had just sent a shiver of 
pure terror through her voluptuous body. What if he did it to her. . . what 
if he or one of the other members of the gang. . . tried to put their 
gigantic penis in her poor little back passage. She began to tremble in fear 
of the very thought that some day soon-if she didn't find her way out of 
here-if she wasn't rescued-they would do that to her! Why, it would kill 
her! 

"Yeah, baby, fuck my ass!" she heard Lena moan and she could not believe her 
ears. Barron had barely penetrated her anal opening and Ellie could see most 
of the huge length of his throbbing cock. Lena continued to wriggle her 
buttocks back and it was so hard for Ellie to believe she actually wanted 
his cock inside her rectum. 

The spongy purple head of his blood-engorged cock was pushing hard now 
against the tiny dark hole of Lena's resisting black flesh. Ellie could 
imagine the pain Lena must be feeling in her backside and was astonished to 
suddenly see Barron thrust his cock almost all the way inside her anus. 

"Aaaarrgghhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhhh!" Lena grunted with a mixture of discomfort and 
excitement as her anus was stretched to a proportion beyond belief. 

But Barron was wildly excited now and he fucked forward with his hips, 
driving his lust-incited member still deeper into the black girl's back 
passage. 

This was obviously not easy for Lena, for her hips reflexively tried to pull 
away. But her words belied the pain on her face . . . 

"Yeah . . . ooooohhhhhh, fuck my ass.. . baby. Fuck my asssssssss!" no 

With a powerful forward thrust his cock sank into her to the hilt and Ellie 
watched this unnatural coupling with wide horrified eyes. 

She had to get out of here . . . she had to escape . . . and she knew now 
she was desperate enough, at the first chance, to make an insane dash for 
freedom. 

Maybe now, she thought, maybe I could run now and they wouldn't notice. She 
inched forward on the bed, her eyes never leaving the lust-locked couple. 

Barron sensed the motion and turned around. "You . . . " he shouted . . . 
"You . . . I want you to lick my balls while I fuck this black baby in the 
ass! Now!" 

The terrified blonde hostage crawled on hands and knees in between his 
hairy, muscular legs. As he fucked rhythmically in and out of Lena's black 
ass, Ellie slid between his legs until her face was just inches from his 
lust-bloated testicles. Never, in her most horrible nightmares, could she 
have imagined a more humiliating and shameful position. 

But she knew too well how desperate were these people, and she did not dare 
to disobey. Reluctantly, filled with shame and disgust, she once again 
sucked his hairy balls into the warm cavern of her mouth, being buffeted 
horribly by their bucking bodies. 

Lena was grinding back now in slow rolling motions and Ellie understood with 
horror that the black girl was enjoying having his cock plundering her 
helpless rectum. And Ellie had no choice but to watch from below as his cock 
withdrew from the black girl's widely stretched rectum, then saw it 
disappear again as he thrust into Lena's seething nether depths. And, 
motivated by sheer terror, Ellie did not stop licking and sucking his balls. 

Never in his life had Barr experienced anything so incredibly exquisite. The 
combination of the tight elastic ring of Lena's anus, and the blonde 
hostage's hotly licking tongue, was driving him right off the edge of the 
planet. 

Ellie could not bear to admit that once again she could feel that warm 
dampness between her thighs. She hated herself incredibly now for her wicked 
resonse to this undeniable obscenity. The men had forced her at gunpoint and 
knifepoint to submit to their lewd actions. And the fear of physical harm 
had forced her to submit. 

But one thing no one could have forced her to do was to grow excited by it, 
to feel incredible pleasure from their obscene assault. And she could not 
deny it. She had experienced orgasm at the hands of these desperate 
criminals, and now, once again, her own body was betraying her with 
excitement. Now she let her hand drop between her legs to play with the tip 
of her own hardened clitoris. Flashing electric volts of pleasure ran 
through her body, making her twitch with excitement. 

Barron drove his cock relentlessly in and out of Lena's burning rubbery 
passage with longer and harder fucks forward. And her hips rolled round and 
round matching his every thrust. From Ellie's obscene position she could see 
the fluid running from Lena's lust incited pussy, running down her thigh. A 
small drop of it dampened Ellie's face as she slavered over Barron's balls. 

The tempo of this obscene act began to increase, and Barron's huge cock 
seemed to grow still larger as he neared his climax. Lena was mewling and 
moaning incoherently now, begging for Barron to fill her with hot cum. 
Harder and harder Barron fucked into her back passage, thrilled at the soft 
moistness of Ellie's mouth on his sperm-churning balls. And unconsciously 
Ellie inserted two fingers into her own hotly churning pussy. 

Then, suddenly, with a low groan, Barron's seething sperm shot in hot blasts 
from deep in his balls, shot in molten spurts deep up inside of Lena's 
widespread rectum. 

Her face was insanely contorted with passion and she was grunting like an 
animal. And then the two women had their orgasms, the three bodies spasming 
in obscene unison as the semen continued to spurt in powerful blasts from 
Barron's cock. 

Ellie felt her own shameful eruption deep in her own womb and knew, from the 
strange sounds and the jerking motions of Lena's hips that she too was 
cumming. 

Barron finally finished his long, drawn-out orgasm, and pulled his cock out 
from 

Lena's depths, a slender thread of viscous white liquid hanging from the tip 
of her sperm-filled anus. 

Ellie turned away from the scene in shame, and buried her head in a pillow. 
She began to cry now, deep heaving sobs of shame. She was no longer sure she 
could totally blame the gang of robbers for her degradation. For the 
feelings deep inside her were her own. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Though she was kept continually rugged by the gang of bank robbers to 
minimize any trouble she might cause, she as now able to make an incredible 
effort o fight the effect of the tranquilizers. She new it was her only 
hope. Somehow she ad to keep her wits about her, had to find a ay to escape. 
She had given up hope that the police would ever find them-or at least find 
them in time to save her. 

The bits and pieces of conversation she heard terrified her She had gathered 
from what she heard that they would not stay much longer in this apartment. 
She also sensed that they were trying to decide whether or not to do away 
with her. On the one hand she was a liability, an additional element for 
them to be concerned about. On the other hand, if somehow as they made their 
way over the border into Canada, where the money was to be laundered, the 
police discovered and trapped them, she would still be of value as a 
hostage. It was terrifying to the young girl to hear her fate discussed as 
if she were only an object, not a person. 

Two days had gone by, too, and no one had sexually molested her again. The 
atmosphere was unbearably tense. Moose had made a mistake which had almost 
cost them everything. At the supermarket he had been stupid enough to pay 
for the order with a stolen bill.. . a stolen one hundred dollar bill. 
Because the bill was so large, because Moose and Mick had looked so 
unsavory, the girl at the checkout counter had been about to check it 
against the serial numbers of stolen bills that were taped to the cash 
register. Mick had his hand on the pistol in his shoulder holster and would 
have shot his way out if necessary. 

But suddenly, at that very moment, a young teen-age boy had been caught 
shoplifting and everyone in the store turned to watch as the manager 
searched him and humiliated him with a scolding and a warning in front of 
the onlookers. When the cashier turned back to her register, she had 
forgotten to check the bill against the list. Mick and Moose breathed a sigh 
of relief as they returned to the apartment hideaway. They were free, but it 
had been a close call. Now they knew that the serial numbers were posted, 
that they could not spend the robbery money to make their getaway. 

They decided that they would drive across the border into Canada. The police 
would be checking the southern part of the state and the Mexican border. The 
Canadian border was always an easier crossing. Should they take the girl.. . 
? 

Lena was with the three men in the living room now and for the first time 
Ellie was alone in the bedroom. She tried hard to focus on the bits of 
conversation that reached her ears, when suddenly her eyes fell on the 
window. She had not noticed before that there was a fire escape directly 
outside. Her heart began to pound wildly. She could do it. She could do it. 
She had to try. She couldn't allow her life or death to be determined for 
her by the ruthless gang of bank robbers in the next room. 

Her ears were as keen as an animal's now as she strained to pick up any 
change in sound from the living room as she quietly moved towards the 
window. 

It was shut. 

She had to open it without making a sound. 

Her hands were trembling as she reached toward the window. Her fingers 
curled around the metal handle and she held her breath, praying it would 
give easily and silently. 

She pulled up. 

Nothing happened. It was stuck. 

A cold shiver of fear ran through her body. If they found her at the window 
like this, they would make it very bad for her. But she had to try again. 
Had to risk the noise the stuck window might make . . . 

She pulled harder this time and breathed a silent sigh of relief. It had 
made a soft scraping sound, but it had opened. She listened keenly to the 
sounds coming from the living room before she made her move. There seemed to 
be no change in their voices. 

Now she slipped one long slender leg over the sill and pulled her body out 
onto the fire escape. There were few people below in the street as she crept 
silently down the metal ladder to the floor below. There was a man watching 
television. Oh God! Maybe this was it, her chance to be rescued. She 
hesitated a moment, worrying about his safety, and then tapped lightly on 
his window. 

Then, suddenly, she was aware of a sound above her. She looked up at the 
window she had left, and her heart stopped. Lena was leaning out the window. 
Her absence had not taken long to discover. 

Lena was motioning angrily for her to come back, but the black girl was not 
making a sound. They are afraid, Ellie thought. 

Ellie continued downward. She could see that they were afraid to make a 
sound, to attract attention to themselves. She felt her foot touch the 
ground and she began to run. She heard heavy footsteps behind her now but 
she did not turn around. 

Mick and Moose had run down the stairs and out onto the street. There was no 
one about now as they chased her. Ellie ran with every ounce of strength in 
her little body. She did not look back. She could hear their footsteps 
growing closer. 

And then she felt it. 

A big hand reached out and grabbed her upper arm. Moose pulled her to him 
now. 

Mick had his knife drawn. 

"That was very stupid, bitch. Very stupid. You're gonna pay for that move. 
Now come on, let's get back before anyone sees us. Dumb cunt.. . " he 
muttered under his breath. "For a half-million I wouldn't think twice about 
slitting your stupid throat." 

With Mick's knife pressed against her side, she was led by the two men back 
to the apartment hideout. And it was as if the swelling tension that had 
filled the apartment for two days had finally burst. 

Roger Barron's eyes pierced through her like cold steel. 

"Do that one more time," he said, "and you're a dead girl." 

Ellie felt like a trapped bird now among the foxes. She felt paralyzed with 
fear standing there between Mick and Moose, sensing an electricity in the 
air that was terrifying. And she knew that the pent-up nerves of the past 
few days would somehow be vented on her. 

Suddenly Roger Barron's hand shot out and tore her blouse open in one 
vicious move. 

"Moose likes your tits, don't you Moose?" said Barron to the huge man who 
was staring now at Ellie's nakedly exposed breasts. 

"Yeah . . . " Moose said slowly. "Oh yeah . . . they're real pretty!" 

"Well, go ahead and touch them, Moose." 

"Yeah, Barron? I can touch them? It's okay, Barron?" 

"Go ahead, Moose." 

His huge hand reached out and began to massage her quivering breasts. 

"No . . . " she whispered in fear. "Please . . . please, don't do this to me 
again." 

But Moose massaged her breasts like a child immersed in a new toy, with the 
same absorption, the same intense awkwardness that will break the toy before 
the day is over. Her nipples, despite her horror at what was again 
happening, were growing hard and red under Moose's rough hands. And once 
again she was faced with the shameful truth of her body's willingness to be 
aroused under the most humiliating circumstances. Flaming arrows of desire 
shot through her nipples, and her whole body began to feel hot and flushed. 

"Oh God!" she begged, her face hot and red. "Please . . . why can't you all 
just leave me alone?" 

"You don't wanna be left alone, baby. We can all see that!" exclaimed Mick 
roughly and he laughed obscenely. 

Ellie's shame only increased. 

She heard the click of Mick's knife as he slipped it back into his pocket. 
"I'll just need this to keep her from rapin' me," he laughed lewdly, 
cruelly. 

She was crying now, trying to stifle the tormenting heat in her breasts. 

"Please . . . leave me alone . . . leave me alone . . . " 

And as Ellie pushed the big Moose away she fell back into Mick's waiting 
arms. "Atta girl.. . " he grinned, and she could feel a rock-hard erection 
through the fabric of his pants pressing into the crack between her ass 
cheeks. He grabbed her around the waist as she struggled to get free. But 
the more she struggled, the more her ass rubbed against Mick's crotch, and 
the more excited he became. In front, her obscenely naked breasts were 
jiggling like huge mounds of jello as Moose reached out for them once again. 

Now Mick was grinding his hips against her backside and wild sensations were 
coursing through her captive body despite her mental struggle to deny them. 
She could feel a warm moisture seeping out into her panties and her 
humiliation as overwhelming. Moose kneaded her large breasts in his big 
hands, an idiotic grin on his face as saliva trickled down from his lip and 
his enormous horse-size cock was pressing through his pants right into her 
crotch. Two cocks surrounded her on either side-she thought she'd go mad 
from shame and unwanted desire. 

"No. . . no . . . please . . . let me go.. . let me go . . . " she struggled 
with pathetic helplessness, pinned between the two men while Lena and Barron 
watched from the sofa as if it were a play put on for their benefit. 
Desperately Ellie tried to quell the whirling flames that were consuming the 
depths of her hotly churning pussy. Tears of shame streamed from her eyes, 
and liquid passion ran from her hotly writhing pussy. Suddenly she bolted, 
trying to escape their grip, but Mick held tight to the waistband of her 
pants which suddenly ripped open as she attempted to free herself. 

"Okay," said Mick, "take 'em off." She looked at him pleadingly. "Take 'em 
off!" 

Obediently she removed her pants. She was standing in the middle of the 
living room now clad in nothing but a tiny pair of bikini panties. 

Moose grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him overwhelmed with a blind 
animal lust. She could feel her naked breasts pressing against his huge 
barrel chest, and his rock-hard erection was prodding into her moistening 
crotch. 

At the same time Mick had resumed his position behind her and had slipped 
his arm between her frightened, quivering thighs. He rubbed the soft inner 
flesh of her thighs with his hand and then insinuated his fingers into the 
leg band of her panties. When Mick felt the moistness seeping from her 
pussy, he laughed. 

"You wanna, fuck, you little cunt. You're all hot and wet.. . So stop acting 
like Alice in Wonderland!" He laughed viciously again. Then, without warning 
or foreplay, he abruptly inserted one of his fingers into her frantically 
wriggling pussy and with his thumb he pressed hard against her little erect 
clitoris. 

Ellie's tormented mind tried to grasp what had happened to her as a hot wave 
of pleasure washed over her as a result of the horrible little man's touch. 
She had been a pure and innocent virgin only a few days before. She had been 
brutally raped in the back of the van at knifepoint. And it had been awful. 
But somehow, through this hideous week of sexual molestation, an animal part 
of her had been released, a part of her that seemed to operate without 
consent of her mind. A part of her, like a she-demon dwelling within, that 
caused the most horribly shameful things to happen to her body. She didn't 
know any more what made her feel more humiliated-the horrible way the men 
treated her, or the feelings that were her very own and over which she 
seemed to have no control. 

Now, despite her protesting, horrified mind, her body was longing to be 
filled by hotly pulsating male flesh. As if hearing someone else, she was 
aware of the strange moans that escaped her lips as two ruthless criminals 
played with her vulnerable little body. 

Then Mick tore off her little panties, ripping the thin fabric off her body. 
Now she was naked before the gaping eyes of the entire gang. Roughly, Mick 
threw her to the floor. The bare boards were cold on her back as she looked 
up at the two lustcontorted faces staring at her. The big beefy Moose was 
suddenly down on his knees, again kneading her firmly pliant breasts with 
his huge hands. 

"Moose wants to fuck you again, baby," Mick said. "I missed the show last 
time . . . Now I got front row seats . . . " 

Moose looked over at the smaller man. "Yeah, Mick? Ya mean it? Ya mean I can 
have her first . . . ? " 

"Go ahead, Moose," Mick grinned. "Fuck yer brains out." 

The pathetic blonde's heart was pounding madly now as she experienced the 
full impact of her humiliation. Naked before them all, her breasts were 
swollen with forbidden desire, and her pale blonde cuntal hairs were matted 
and damp from the warm fluids that seeped from her hotly throbbing pussy. 
She was unable to deny the power of the masochistic thrill that sent shivers 
through her body. It was all she deserved.. . to be raped by these brutal 
men was all she was worthy of. She was their victim, and she was as wicked 
as they were. 

Moose's big dumb hungry eyes stared down at the voluptuously naked blonde on 
the floor. Like a beast, he licked his lips as he feasted his eyes on the 
glistening pink meat of her moist pussy furrow. 

"I can really have her first, huh, Mick?" Moose looked up once more at the 
wiry little man. 

"Sure . . . I initiated her pussy, and I'm gonna bestow the same honor on 
her virginal little ass!" 

Ellie looked up in horror. She could not believe her ears! Mick was going to 
do that terrible thing she had seen Barron do to Lena! 

"No you won't, Mick," said a cool voice from the sofa. It was Barron. Was it 
possible he was coming to her rescue. But she did not entertain that fantasy 
for long. 

"Her ass is for me, Mick . . . sorry old boy." 

Mick's anger rose quickly and in a flash he had slipped out his switchblade. 
But Barron was too quick for him. His revolver was in his hand and aimed 
before the glinting blade of Mick's knife shot out from its metal clasp. 
Mick was angry. But he backed down. 

"Sure, Barron . . . shit . . . you're the boss!" 

But Barron didn't move from the sofa. First he would watch the animal have a 
go at her . . . Then, in his own sweet time . . . 

Moose's passion-crazed hands were all over her tender flesh now. He had 
barely been aware of the power struggle between the other two men. He 
drooled like a mad beast as he pulled the lovely blonde's firm slender 
thighs wide apart and shoved his knees between them. She was pinioned 
helplessly to the bare floor beneath him, like a hideous flashback to the 
night he had raped her. But now she knew the night held something worse than 
a simple rape for her. Moose unzipped his pants so that his enormous cock 
stood out from his crotch like a gigantic red club. But he did not even 
bother to remove his pants. And while one hand continued to roughly fondle 
her melon-like breasts, his other hand clumsily found the moist pink warmth 
of her hotly seeping cunt. 

"Oh God, no!" she begged him, hoping to find a glimmer of sympathy behind 
his dumb beast eyes. Every muscle in her body was tensed now to protect 
herself both from him and from her own feelings of arousal. 

But as Moose's gigantic hand stroked the delicate lips of her pussy, a 
shudder of pleasure ran through her body and her attempts at protest seemed 
only a mockery. Her eyes focused on his enormously exposed erection which 
was pressing now against her quivering belly. Then Moose inserted one large 
finger into her hotly writhing pussy and he groaned as he felt the slickly 
moistened walls grasp tightly around it. In and out he fucked his finger 
into her steaming depths. Ooooohhhhhhh . . . he thought, J can't wait till 
that hot pussy clamps around my big hard cock! 

"I'm gonna fuck her now. Is it okay, Barron? Can I fuck her now?" 

Barron smiled his assent, and Moose withdrew his teasing finger from Ellie's 
hotly clasping cunt. She was shamed to hear a low moan of disappointment 
pass her lips, and she heard Mick chuckle at her embarrassment. 

In a moment, the huge bank robber's enormous, blood-engorged cock was 
pressed up against her vulnerably exposed pussy lips. And she wanted it! She 
wanted to be filled with his huge hot staff of flesh. Wanted this animal to 
ravage her until she could bury her shame in the oblivion of sexual ecstasy. 
The enormously bulbous head parted the delicate petals of her cuntal opening 
and the searing contact sent wild thrills of lascivious pleasure raging 
through her body. 

With a groan that sounded more animal than human, the huge beast of a man 
thrust his hips forward, dropping his heavy weight on top of her, crushing 
her full breasts flat into her chest, as he pressed his cock deeper up into 
her hotly writhing pussy channel. Deeper and deeper it plunged until at last 
she felt the heavy sacs of his lust-bloated balls slap against the cheeks of 
her ass. 

Unlike the last time, Moose's cock had entered her smoothly. Its enormous 
girth filled her totally, but this time it didn't hurt. It felt so 
incredibly wonderful she wanted to die of pleasure-and shame. But then he 
thrust still deeper until it banged brutally against her cervix and she 
cried out in a new and deeper agony. 

"Oh gooooodddddd! Owwwww!" 

"Cover her mouth, goddamn it. That's all we need is this bitch screaming and 
the cops will be down our necks . . . " 

Mick pressed his hand against her mouth and inadvertently covered her nose 
as well. Suddenly she was choking and couldn't breathe. 

He pulled his hand away. "Just keep quiet," he said, "and I won't have to do 
that again." 

Moose was grinning like a dumb beast reveling in the pleasure of her tightly 
clutching cuntal walls clamping so powerfully around his enormous 
blood-throbbing member. In and out now he rammed his gigantic cudgel of 
flesh, in and out, until the pleasure felt almost unbearable. 

He was battering her cervix mercilessly now and Ellie thought she would die 
from the anguish. She couldn't cry out, all she could do was wriggle her 
hips madly in an effort to escape from his relentlessly battering cock. But 
the more she squirmed, the more aroused Moose became, and the more 
powerfully he rammed up into her pussy. 

Then her leg shot out and kicked down on his clenched ass muscles. In his 
annoyance he grabbed her ankles and shoved them back against her chest, 
pinning her down like a helpless prey. 

To escape the pain of the present, Ellie's mind fled into memory. Images of 
the past swam before her eyes, images of the peaceful and happy life she'd 
led before she was taken hostage in a bank robbery, before she'd been 
brutally raped and robbed of her virginity, before she'd discovered the 
lusting creature dwelling within her own traitorous body. She thought of her 
parents, of their utter heartbreak if they were to know what had become of 
her in this last unutterably shameful week. And she thought of the one boy 
she had ever really cared about-she thought of Jeffrey MacDonald. Tears 
welled up in her eyes. Once she had dreamed of being Jeffrey's bride, once 
she had dreamed of wearing white at a wedding, of being romantically made 
love to in a honeymoon suite. Now those dreams were dashed to ruins. She 
would never escape from this situation alive. And even if she did, she was 
shamed and degraded forever. She could never marry Jeffrey MacDonald or any 
other decent man. She almost wished she could die. Her shame felt too great 
to bear. And even now, as her mind struggled to divorce itself from her body 
in fantasy, she was aware that her pussy was growing hotter and hotter now, 
filled with Moose's enormous cock, was aware of the undulating motion of her 
hips as they rose now to meet his every fuck stroke. 

He was ramming forward with all the strength in his powerful body, but the 
pain had all but disappeared. Her pussy had been so wet, and so hot, that 
now the sharp shards of pain had transformed into electric volts of 
pleasure, fanning the flames of her passion to outrageous proportions. She 
could feel every inch of his pulsing, throbbing flesh and it was 
transforming her into a mindless lusting mass of desire. 

Her pussy muscles clenched hotly around his huge lust-bloated cock and she 
was barely aware that Roger Barron was now naked and standing directly above 
her. In his hand, with a slow sensual motion, he was massaging his hotly 
erect member and she knew what was going to happen next. 

"Turn her over on top of you, Moose . . . Let me get at that tight little 
asshole." 

Moose obeyed the command, his cock never slipping from her, as he pulled her 
on top of him and continued his rhythmic fucking of her hotly writhing 
pussy. 

Ellie turned her head and looked behind her. "No," she whispered in a 
panicked voice. "Not that. Oh please. Don't do that to me!" Oh God! She 
could not believe it. Her ass muscles were clenching tightly now as if 
somehow she could defend herself from the ravagement that was to come. 

Her hoarse pleas only made Barron smile. "Don't you want my big hard cock in 
your ass while Moose keeps your pussy full of his red-hot meat?" 

"Oh God! Please, no . . . " A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She was 
terrified of what he was going to do. Even the anticipation of the pain was 
horrible. 

"Shut her up, Moose," Barron ordered, and the big man suddenly lifted his 
head and brought his slobbering wet lips up against hers. And his big tongue 
wormed its way into her mouth so deep she almost choked. 

She was repulsed by Moose's kiss, but before she could pull her face away, 
she felt Barron's hands grab her round white ass cheeks, pulling them wide 
apart. 

But she could only groan out her fear around Moose's fleshy tongue impaling 
her mouth. 

As Moose continued to rhythmically fuck into her pussy from below, Barron 
was pulling her ass cheeks so wide apart she thought he would split her in 
half. Then, with one finger, he wormed his way into the tight elastic ring 
of her anal opening. 

Never in her life had she experienced such terrible pain! She wanted to 
scream, but Moose's tongue was almost choking her. It was the most awful 
anguish imaginable. 

With one hand Barron continued to massage his long swollen shaft and with 
the other he wormed his way deeper and deeper into the tightly clinging 
depths of her nether passage. Never in his life had he felt anything so 
tight. It would be incredible around his cock and he moaned now in 
anticipation of the pleasure that awaited him. 

Ellie tried to pull her hips away, but she only succeeded in impaling 
herself still deeper on Moose's enormous cock, plunging into her from below. 
Her body writhed and squirmed to get away from Barron's probing finger, but 
it was of no avail. She was trapped hopelessly between the two men. 

Then suddenly, with an obscene sucking noise, Barron slipped his finger out 
of the tightly clasping passage and positioned his fiery cock head against 
the tiny puckered opening. Then he thrust his hips forward and in one smooth 
stroke, sank the entire head of his cock into her tightly clinging anal 
opening. 

A scream welled up in her throat and was muffled by Moose's mouth still 
pressed tightly against her own. She thought she would pass out from the 
extreme pain. It was awful. It was the most excruciating agony she had ever 
felt in her life. She wished she could faint to escape it, but she could not 
lose consciousness. Her shame and pain increased as he shoved his 
lust-bloated cock still deeper into the elastic depths of her ass. 

Tears were streaming from her eyes, and muffled screams came from her throat 
as Mick and Lena watched with growing excitement. 

Now she was impaled between two enormous cocks fucking into her from both 
her rectal and her cuntal openings. There was no way her pain-wracked body 
could escape for if she pulled away from Barron she was impaled more deeply 
on Moose, and if she pulled away from Moose, then Barron's cock slipped 
still deeper into her painfully stretched anal channel. 

She was rammed from both ends until it seemed that nothing in the world 
existed but her cunt and her asshole and the two hotly throbbing cocks. It 
was agony and only the pain existed. She was lost in the pain, totally lost 
in the sensation and she was barely aware of the strange change that began 
to overcome her. She seemed immersed in a nightmarish world of sensations 
and more and more she began to revel in her pain. She deserved it. She 
deserved to be battered and pummeled for she was no good. She had allowed 
herself to enjoy more than one brutal rape. She was as evil as her captors. 

Even now . . . even now . . . she realized, she felt a strange thrill at 
having two huge cocks inside of her. The pain was excruciating, but 
strangely exciting at the same time. Some demon deep in her being was 
reveling in this twin impalement. 

Both men were fucking in unison now, aware of each other through the thin 
membrane that divided her cunt from her anal passage. They were slowly 
building their rhythm, slowly seeking their mutual satisfaction. 

Never in his life had Barron felt anything so incredibly tight around his 
hotly pulsating shaft. And as he stroked into her he could feel Moose's huge 
cock through that thin membrane, could feel the other man's cock throbbing 
powerfully as he neared his orgasm. 

And Ellie could no longer fight the overwhelming thrills of 
carnal'sensations that were raging in her belly. Moose rested his head back 
on the floor and an uncontrolled chant of strange animal mewls issued from 
her lips. 

The blonde captive's body was writhing wildly now between the two men, her 
ass thrusting upward to meet the long hard shaft of male flesh ravaging her 
back passage. And, never breaking the steady rhythm, her hips would press 
forward and take Moose's horse-size cock all the way into her hotly clasping 
pussy. She was no better than an animal now as her body bucked and writhed 
in the primitive rhythms of sexual abandon. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, knowing she was utterly lost in 
wickedness and degradation. 

As the two men fucked into her anus and her cunt she was overwhelmed with 
the heat of unbridled passion. Nothing in the world mattered but the 
volcanic eruption that was building in her lusting loins. 

Mick's eyes were bulging out of his head as he watched, and unconsciously he 
had begun to stroke his lust-hardened cock through the cloth of his pants as 
he watched. 

And Lena, her dress pulled over her waist, lay back on the couch, her legs 
spread wide, her own hand massaging the moistly heated opening of her own 
hungry pussy. She could not help but feel a pang of jealousy at all the good 
hard cock that Blondie was getting. 

She gazed over at Mick. 

"Fuck me, Mick," she cooed. But Mick barely heard her. He was focused on the 
obscene action on the floor in front of him. He'd never seen anything so 
exciting in all his life. That little blonde hostage, who had been a virgin 
only a few days before, was now begging for cock, writhing insanely on the 
floor between two men. 

"Ahhhhh . . . fuck me good! Fuck me good!" she chanted, her eyes glazed with 
a passion bordering on the insane. "Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass . . . fuck my 
cunt.. . fuck my ass . . . " 

In a flash, Mick stripped off his clothes and walked toward the bodies on 
the floor. His cock was in his hand as he approached them and Lena stared 
from the couch in angry disappointment. 

For a moment Mick just stood there and stared at the rippled edges of her 
pink pussy slit pulling out with Moose's huge cock and disappearing deep 
inside on the in-stroke. And he watched as Barron's thick hard cock drew the 
brownly puckered edges of her anal opening deep inside on his inward plunge 
and pulled it clingingly out. 

Mick knelt beside Moose's head and aimed his own hardened shaft towards 
Ellie's quivering lips. 

The nakedly buffeted victim was completely lost in the agonizing fires which 
consumed her body. Her mouth was opened now as she sucked for air and she 
was barely aware of the hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward. 
And then she felt a rubbery hardness against her lips and opened her eyes to 
see Mick's lust-bloated erection staring her in the face. 

Her eyes widened in horror as the full realization of what was happening hit 
her. Mick's cock was aimed directly at her mouth. It was unbelievable. In a 
minute she knew she would be impaled by a cock in every orifice of her body 
. . . mouth, cunt and asshole, all filled with hard, hot, pulsating cock. 

And yes. She was totally depraved. She wanted it. She wanted to be filled 
with cock. Nothing else in the world mattered, nothing else existed. 

She opened her mouth and allowed Mick to slide his hot hard cock into the 
warm moist cavern of her mouth. She could taste the bitterness of the tiny 
drop of cum that had been nestled in the little slit at the very tip. 

Mick trapped her face in his hands now and plunged the full length of his 
lust-bloated cock deep into the moistly heated smoothness of her mouth. 

Ellie struggled to breathe as his impaling cock hit the back of her throat, 
but the entry of still a third cock into her lust-driven flesh sent an even 
more powerful wave of molten pleasure through her body. 

She was undulating madly now as her cunt and pussy thrust around the two 
cocks and her lips clenched tightly around Mick's huge throbbing shaft. 

Mick fucked crazily into her mouth now, and Ellie reveled in the taste of 
his smooth cock flesh, while her tongue swirled wildly around its hot spongy 
head. Then her tongue began to probe into the little slit at the very tip of 
his cock, while Barron ravaged her asshole from behind and Moose fucked like 
an obsessed animal into her hotly clenching pussy. 

Her mind was incapable of thought now as searing ripples of obscene desire 
tore through her nakedly bucking young body. Nothing in the world existed 
but the three cocks fucking into every available orifice of her body, two 
cocks fucking her in her ass and cunt, while she sucked madly on Mick's cock 
in her hungrily clasping mouth. She was filled completely. And she wanted to 
be filled with their sperm, wanted to drown in their sperm, wanted to 
overflow with seething hot male sperm. God! 

Lena watched from the couch, beside herself with lust now. But there was 
nothing she could do. There was no more cock for her. She had to satisfy 
herself with the meager penetration of her fingers-three of them!-now 
plunging rhythmically into her own hotly churning pussy. 

Ellie could feel Mick's cock expanding inside her hungrily sucking mouth and 
she licked it wildly. She knew he was right on the verge of cumming. She 
knew great bursts of thick white sperm would flood her mouth and she 
couldn't wait for its bittersweet taste. 

And then, suddenly, it was happening! 

Like a volcano his hot streams of creamy white semen erupted in her throat, 
and she swallowed his searing load just to keep from choking. Over and over 
again powerful bursts of sperm flooded her mouth and she sucked greedily, 
milking out every last drop. Finally the small man groaned and fell back, 
his cock deflating slowly, slickly wet with the mixture of his sperm and her 
saliva. 

And now Lena saw her chance. In a flash she was kneeling where Mick had 
been, pressing her pussy against Ellie's sperm-flooded mouth. Without even 
thinking, the blonde girl's tongue began to lick at the black girl's gushing 
pussy, and she fucked her tongue in and out of the other woman's cuntal 
opening in the same frantic rhythm that her own ass and cunt were being 
fucked by the two men she was sandwiched between. 

The two remaining men, Barron and Moose, were fucking mercilessly into her 
now, each on the brink of his own powerful climax. They were so close, so 
ready, to send hot blasts of the semen into both her orifices. And Lena, 
wriggling her hips madly against Ellie's face knew she too was about to 
burst with orgasm. 

Two men fucking wildly into her pussy and anal passage and her own tongue 
deeply imbedded in another woman's cunt drove Ellie nearly mad with passion 
and her rhythmic movements quickened as she approached the crescendo of her 
lust. Nothing existed in the world but cock and pussy and the raging fire in 
her loins. 

She groaned into the depths of Lena's pussy, never ceasing her rapid 
tongue-fucking of the other woman. Then suddenly Lena's hips jerked out of 
control and Ellie knew that the black girl was coming. Hot moisture seeped 
from her madly clasping pussy and Ellie felt her cunt would pull her tongue 
right out of her mouth. Ellie could not believe how long the black girl's 
orgasm lasted as she writhed crazily on Ellie's impaling tongue. Then, 
finally, she too collapsed back, lying beside Mick in exhausted satiation. 

Barron and Moose continued pumping and grinding their hips, and the motions 
caused their thick penises to bore that much more deeply into the quivering 
depths of Ellie's clinging vagina, drenched with nature's oils thereby 
easing the movements of their massive organs. Each time they plunged into 
her they felt a faint answering rotation from her rubbery, tightly gripping 
walls as her hips continued to salaciously move in small circles. Delicious 
bursts of orgasmic energy shot through them as they pounded into her belly. 

Ellie was an earthy woman who was made for primeval fucking! She was 
whimpering between them and her hair was damp with lust-sweat. She was 
getting close.. . so very close. Her breath was coming in short, heavy 
blasts. They all dug frantically into her, knowing the payoff was very, very 
close. 

Her powerful steel bandings of vaginal muscle closed even more tightly 
around their thrusting, aching organs as her aroused self answered the 
questions posed by her mind many times in her youth with a time-honored, 
ancient language every one here clearly understood. They began a duel with 
their fitting, clasping organs for a long, long period of time, as if they 
were fighting against one another instead of helping each other. They jerked 
and writhed and squirmed, one against the other, hugging only with their 
genitalia, insane with lust, loving every little second of it. 

And then Barron could hold back no longer. With a cry that sounded more like 
a wolf than a man, his hot load of sperm spurted deep up into her 
frantically milking anal passage at the very moment that her own orgasm 
began to explode deep within her hotly churning womb. Wave after wave of 
unbelievable sensation ripped through her body as Barron's hotly jerking 
cock seemed to ceaselessly spew its load of molten sperm into her nether 
depths. 

And then, with a grunt that seemed worthy of his name, Moose rammed his cock 
far up into the depths of her spasming cunt as her feet beat a wild tattoo 
of lust on his huge back. And Ellie felt the hotly gushing liquid of his 
animal-mad cum beating against her cervix, flooding her pussy hotly. Again 
and again, like a repeating rifle, he shot out spurts of white-hot semen. 
The three bodies bucked and jerked crazily together and it seemed as if 
their mutual orgasms would never end. They were still quivering, still 
cumming, when suddenly there was a loud hard repeated knock on the door. 

Before anyone knew what was happening, the wooden door was shattered on its 
hinges and four uniformed policemen with rifles poised crashed into the 
room. 

"Jesus Christ!" one of them muttered, for never in his life had he seen a 
sight of such total and utter obscenity. He crossed himself before he 
shouted: 

"Get dressed you animals . . . You're all under arrest!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The cashier in the supermarket had not been able to forget the ruthless 
faces of the men who had handed her the hundred dollar bill. She knew she 
had seen them somewhere before. But where? And then, some time later, 
wrapping glasses in old newspaper for a customer, she, saw their pictures! 
So that was it! She retrieved the hundred dollar bill from the cash drawer 
and checked the serial number against the list. Sure enough, it was one of 
the stolen bills. She told her boss and the police were phoned immediately. 

That had been the first alert. 

But at that point, there was a little that the police could do. Were the 
gangsters hiding out here or just passing through? It was impossible to 
tell. Nevertheless, they' intensified their watch on the area. 

It was a junior detective who first noticed a series of curious complaints, 
all from the same apartment building. Women's screams, new tenants who never 
left the house. Then, finally, a call from a man who had seen a girl 
matching the description of the bank robbers' hostage, climbing down the 
fire escape in front of his window. 

It seemed a good enough clue to check out fully armed. 

After the capture, the media had been kind to Ellie. They had suppressed the 
details of how the gangsters had been found, and nothing appeared in the 
papers about the strange orgy the police had crashed in on. 

Ellie was a heroine. She was presented to all the world as a brave young 
woman who had suffered a terrible ordeal. No one imagined the true depths of 
the degradation which she had undergone or the terrible things she had 
learned about herself. 

EPILOGUE 

A week later, in an elegant restaurant, Jeffrey MacDonald bought them 
champagne and handed her a black velvet box with a diamond ring in it. 

She fought back the tears as they left the restaurant. 

Sitting on the couch at her house, he leaned over and kissed her, still 
waiting for her answer to his proposal. But Ellie pushed him away suddenly. 
He was so good, so clean and she was nothing now but a defiled woman. 
Jeffrey had a right to know the truth. 

And so, still fighting back burning tears of shame, she told him as best she 
could the awful things that had happened to her at the hands of her captors. 

"And you think," he said, "that because you were raped by those criminals, 
that I won't want to marry you . . . ? " 

She wanted to cry out . . . Jeffrey, you don't understand . . . I loved it. 
. . I'm as depraved, as evil, as they are! But she gazed up at his loving, 
trusting face, and knew she could never tell him the truth. 

"I love you, Ellie," he said. "I love you no matter what they did to you." 

She smiled and he dabbed her tears with his handkerchief. 

"Yes, Jeffrey," she said. "I love you and I want to marry you." 

And she knew now that the burden of her guilty secret would be hers alone to 
bear. She prayed that its heavy weight might lighten with the years. 


THE END
