The Girlfriend's Revenge Volume II
by Garnet Rudidoux


VOLUME ONE - Re-cap 

Of all of the human emotions, terror is perhaps the least predictable. 
Terror can hit as suddenly as an earthquake... or it can slip silently in, 
as insidious as the fog that gradually darkens the moors and swamps. For the 
human body, fear and sudden alarm are beneficial at times because they throw 
a powerful surge of adrenalin into the bloodstream, making fight or flight 
possible. Terror, on the other hand, is harmful to the body because it 
stuns, stupifies... hypnotizes. Terror is the emotion that holds a bird 
motionless at the slithering approach of a snake, the emotion that sends a 
herd of sheep stampeding over a cliff at the smell or sudden bark of a puma. 

And it was terror that 19-year-old Ellen Martin felt at the moment. 

The emotion was a familiar one to the young girl. It had been as much a part 
of her as her own flesh during the entire night, ever since the four escaped 
convicts had abducted her on a lonely road and had thrown her in the back of 
their stolen pickup truck. The first to rape her had been Billy, the proud, 
darkly handsome leader of the gang; Billy, a man composed of equal parts of 
cruelty and gentleness - of callousness and sensitivity. Then, in a deserted 
warehouse, while Ellen nakedly looked on in humiliation, the convicts had 
gambled in a crap game to see who would be next to assault her sensually 
innocent young body. 

The stocky, balding Cash had been the winner. Full of whiskey and drunken 
good nature, he had permitted the fat and aging Pop to use Ellen's mouth as 
a receptacle for his lewd sperm while he humbled the kneeling girl from 
behind. 

Only Vito, the little weasel-like killer, had been refused permission to 
assault the girl following a clash of personalities between Billy and Vito - 
with the sadistic killer slinking off to wait his opportunity and vowing to 
take over the leadership of the gang - even if it meant killing Billy. 

The long night of rape had seemed interminable, and sometime during it Ellen 
had become aware of terrible knowledge - about the men and about herself. 

She had learned that the convicts had been aided in breaking out of the 
Florida prison - helped by someone who wanted a special job done. The job: 
the murder of a Senator who would be visiting a nearby city shortly. Within 
hours, the person or persons who had hired them would be coming to the 
warehouse to make the payoff and arrange for the final details. 

Somehow, as important as that information was, it faded into insignificance 
when compared to the stunning thing Ellen had learned about herself. In the 
midst of her most degrading moment of sexual abuse, she had responded - 
reacting from the wantonness of her own shamelessly aroused body, lewdly 
crying out encouragement like a savage bitch in heat and then repeatedly 
orgasming until she lapsed into unconsciousness. 

The second bit of information about herself had come shortly before dawn 
when Ellen awakened to find everyone asleep - including Vito who was 
supposed to be standing guard. Quickly dressing, she had stolen down the two 
flights of stairs, and run bare footedly away from the warehouse. During her 
flight, the young girl, who had many times thought about suicide and had 
wished for death during the last seven tortuous hours, suddenly became aware 
how important life really was... realizing that the only thing that mattered 
was to exist. Honor, dignity, morals were all very nice things for civilized 
people, but in order to live in the jungle one must sometimes reject these 
things if they stand in the way of existing. 

She had run... run toward life... and then, behind her, about a quarter of a 
mile away, she had heard the sound of pursuing footsteps in the still of the 
tropical night. Vito! If he caught her, there would be no hope whatsoever 
for her. He would rape... and then like the jacket defecating on food to 
despoil it for other predators, he would kill her. She knew it, knew it all 
too well, for the little convict obviously was the evil personification of 
the sadistic, psychopathic killer. 

And then, miraculously, ahead of her, there had come the lights of an 
automobile driving down the coast highway. Ellen frantically waved her arms 
and ran blindly toward the light. The car stopped. Quickly jumping in the 
back seat. she screamed for help and felt the car accelerate as she blurted 
out that she had been kidnapped by four convicts, raped repeatedly, and that 
the men were planning to kill a Senator. 

The driver of the car, a well-dressed middle-aged man, had driven rapidly, 
almost running down Vito who was forced to dive for his life. Beside Ellen 
on the backseat of the car, a huge German Shepherd was barking excitedly. 

"Shut up. Rex," the man had commanded, and then told his attractive young 
female companion, "Sylvia, keep the dog quiet. " 

Feeling safe, Ellen slumped momentarily into unconsciousness. 

And then... she had awakened to terror... stark terror!... for the car had 
turned down the gravel road leading to the warehouse. 

"No, you mustn't... they're down there," Ellen gasped, in warning, her eyes 
wild with fright. She reached for the door handle, ready to jump from the 
car. 

"Guard her, Rex, " the man said quietly. The big German Shepherd stiffened 
beside her, then growled in warning, his teeth bared. 

Ellen saw the man looking at her in the rear view mirror. "Don't go any 
further, the men... the escaped convicts... they 're down there," she cried. 

It was Sylvia who said it, pronouncing each word with relish and smiling 
with an expression composed of amusement and cruelty. "Yeh... we know 
they're in the warehouse. They're waiting for us. " 

"Oh... God!" Ellen gasped. 

"Not even He can help you now, sister. Your ass is mud. " Sylvia said, then 
laughed as though she had just heard the most humorous joke of all time. 

Ahead of her, standing silhouetted in the warehouse entrance, Ellen saw 
Cash... and she knew, with a new/and even more cancerous growth of terror, 
that this time she would never escape alive from the old building... 

CHAPTER ONE 

The sea wind rushed through the eaves of the large warehouse, sending 
draughts of humid air through the cracks in the windows and up the stairs 
into the rooms occupied by Cash and Ellen, the driver, Sylvia, and the 
German Shepherd. 

Cash sat nervously silent. After his face had broken into a grin of relief 
at seeing Ellen captive, he had said simply, "Hi, Sylvia," out of the corner 
of his mouth and then gruffly but not cruelly grasped Ellen's elbow and led 
her back upstairs. 

It was obvious that he was uncomfortable around the well-dressed middle aged 
man, who--in spite of the dimness--had put on a pair of sun glasses. The 
man's clothes, suave cleanliness, and unsmiling face made him look more 
menacing than any of the convicts. Feeling drained of hope and lifeless, 
Ellen sat wearily down at the small table, her shoulders slumped, and felt 
the return of sensation to her gravel- shredded bare feet. The pain seemed 
to radiate upward to her bruised and battered vagina; it throbbed in protest 
with each beat of her heart. 

Sylvia stood with her hands on her hips and gazed around at the soiled 
mattresses and the litter on the floor. "Jeez, what a fucking dump," she 
said loudly and to no one in particular. 

The driver had disdainfully pulled out a chair opposite Ellen, brushed 
crumbs off it, and sat down, holding his umbrella between his knee; the 
attach' case he had been carrying was placed on the floor by his left foot. 
Ellen noted that he continued to wear his hat, raincoat, and driving gloves. 
He waited quietly, like a sleeping coiled snake, as if he had all the time 
in the world. 

Ellen was sitting there, trying not to weep, when she saw the German 
Shepherd, Rex, suddenly perk his long ears forward. He rose, his tail 
wagging, and went to the head of the stairs. Then he barked loudly and began 
noisily scrambling down toward the landing. 

The driver spun rapidly, his hand blurred as it came out of the raincoat 
pocket clutching a snub-nosed revolver. Ellen gasped as both Sylvia and Cash 
froze. 

A second later, they all relaxed when Billy silently padded into the room 
followed by the dog. His hooded eyes took in Ellen first and, although he 
didn't speak to her, she sensed a surprisingly quiet gentleness in his 
movements which made her feel slightly more at ease. 

His hand dropped to Rex's ears and he scratched the dog affectionately as he 
nodded toward the man who had been driving the car. 

It was then that Sylvia, tall, dark-haired, and sensual-looking in spite of 
the fact that she was probably still a teenager, stood up with a look of 
obvious displeasure on her face. "Whatsa matter, Billy, don't you have any 
kisses for me, or have ya been saving them up for your goddamn dog," she 
asked coarsely. When he didn't answer immediately, her eyes narrowed 
nastily, "Or maybe you been up so long that you've gotten used to those 
penitentiary fairies I hear so much about. Or maybe it's this blonde bitch 
here," she said, tossing her head contemptuously toward Ellen. 

"Shut up, Sylvia," he said ominously. 

"Don't tell me to shut up... " she began and her words were cut short in the 
middle of the sentence when Billy took two fast steps forward and viciously 
slapped her face; the force of the blow caused the girl to topple sideways 
and fall onto the mattress. 

"Who is she," Sylvia spat out like an angry cat. 

"That ain't none of your business." His attitude softened unexpectedly. 
"Besides, we wanted a little something to keep us company while we waited 
for you guys to show. We just might need her if things get tight with the 
fuzz." 

Sylvia stood, obviously emboldened again by his softened tone of voice. She 
looked at the gang leader, then glared at Ellen across the length of the 
room. She was a tall, remarkably striking girl with jet black hair and 
large, ripely rounded breasts whose nipples appeared clearly beneath her 
tight, flimsy blouse. Her young face had an arrogance to it that emphasized 
an aggressive sexuality, and it was suddenly quite obvious to Ellen why 
Billy had been attracted to the woman: she was the perfect alter ego to the 
gang chief, whose every gesture reflected a primitive grace and animal 
sexuality. 

The tall brunette nodded, then her lips curled in a sneer and her face 
flushed. "She says you all gang-banged her. Ya mean to say ya couldn't wait 
until I got here to get a little?" 

Cash broke out with a loud guffaw, a laugh that was quickly smothered when 
he saw the murderous look on Billy's face. "Why should I wait for a slut 
like you?" he said quietly. "Did you wait? Or have the stories I've been 
hearing about you and 'Paddy' O'Hare been all lies?" 

"Billy... honestly... I... I... " she began, and it was obvious from her 
expression that she was going to lie. 

"Oh, shut up," he said contemptuously. "Just shut up." 

The gang leader went back toward the doorway and rapidly flicked the light 
switch off and on three times. "Pop's out there at the turn-off," he said to 
Cash. "Anyone seen Vito?" 

"I believe I almost ran over him," the well-dressed man said, not changing 
expression. 

"It's too bad you didn't," Billy said. "It would have saved me the trouble 
of killing the son of a bitch." 

A moment later, the sound of the pickup truck came from beneath the windows. 
This was followed by Pop's heavy foot-tred on the stairs. He, like all the 
others, looked relieved when he saw Ellen had been recaptured. "It's 
starting to rain," he said, as casual as if he were entering a barber shop 
for a haircut. 

"You see Vito?" Billy asked. 

Pop hesitated a second, then shrugged. "Yeh. I saw him cutting through the 
dunes coming in this direction." He looked back and forth between Ellen and 
Billy, then shrugged again as if he had decided to keep his thoughts to 
himself. His weathered face broke into a slight grin when he saw Sylvia, 
apparently for the first time. "Why... lookie who's come to visit! Hello, 
there... honey," he growled playfully. 

Sylvia merely stared at him as if he were something that had crawled out of 
a sewer pipe, then turned her back on him. 

Pop's face flushed in anger and his eyes narrowed. Ellen found herself 
shuddering at his look of hatred, and it was only then that she remembered 
her original opinion of the fat old man--that although he was not as 
sadistic as Vito, he was probably the most evil of all of the convicts in 
spite of his jolliness and friendly outgoing demeanor. 

Less than a minute later, Rex moved restlessly away from Billy's side and 
growled low in his throat. The gang leader gave a hand signal and the dog 
went over to the corner and lay down. 

Vito, looking white-faced and frightened, slunk into the room. His ferrety 
eyes blazed with murder as they swept over Ellen. "You fucking bitch," he 
said, and had taken one step toward the cringing young blonde when Billy's 
fist hit him on the side of the head. He literally flew through the air and 
bounced against the wall, where he slumped almost unconscious to the floor. 
Then, shaking his head to clear it, his eyes a cauldron of madness, he put 
his hand in his pocket and withdrew a switch blade knife which he flickered 
open. The seven inch blade leapt to life, ready to destroy. 

Stone-faced, completely unconcerned, Billy pulled a revolver from his waist 
band and pulled back the trigger with a soft click. "Tell everyone goodbye, 
Vito." 

Only then did the wiry little convict panic. "No... no, Billy. Don't... " he 
panted. "Look, I'm throwing away my knife. I didn't mean... I... NO... " The 
last was a scream as he saw his death warrant written on the gang leader's 
face. "NO!" 

"No, Billy," a new voice came--a voice of authority, full of cold menace... 
sure of itself. 

Billy spun around and found himself facing the barrel of the well- dressed 
man's gun. 

"Put it away, Billy. Put it away... now!" the man said, his finger white on 
the trigger. 

There was silence for a moment--a silence broken only by the sound of 
excited spittle sliding down Pop's throat as he swallowed, and the sudden 
scrabble of paws against wood as Rex scrambled to his feet. 

"Stay," Bill commanded, not taking his eyes off the man. When he was 
satisfied that the German Shepherd was going to obey, he asked, "Why 
shouldn't I kill that little son of a bitch? Give me one reason. He let the 
girl escape. He's the one who almost got us picked up even before we left 
the prison. Why shouldn't I put a bullet in his fucking brain?" 

"Because you need him. He's a good mechanic and you'll need him if anything 
goes wrong with the boat when you're en route to the island." 

"He's trouble," Billy said. 

"He's a mechanic, and you might need him," the man repeated. 

Ellen stared at the showdown between the two men and then saw Billy's 
shoulders slump in defeat. Gradually he lowered his gun. The other man's 
expression remained unchanged; he waited until Billy's gun was back in his 
waistband and then put his own weapon away. 

Once assured that he was safe, Vito got quickly to his feet again. He 
stumbled as he stood, falling against Sylvia. "Get yer cruddy hands off me, 
you fucking little creep," she said in disgust, shoving him away. 

Pop and Cash both guffawed loudly and Billy nodded as if he finally agreed 
with something the tall brunette said. Vito's mouth tightened and his wiry 
figure stiffened dangerously. 

Sylvia stood her ground, smirking at him. "Don't ruffle up your feathers at 
me, pigshit. You ain't got no knife to back you up now... or had you 
forgotten you threw it away when you were crapping in your britches a couple 
of seconds ago. It's too bad Billy didn't shoot you." 

"Shut up, both of you," Billy said with ominous softness. 

Vito stood, trembling with barely suppressed violence. His glance of hatred 
raked over the tall brunette's body, then flickered--snake like- -toward 
Ellen seated at the table. If anything the murderous look intensified. 

Ellen shuddered in spite of herself. Vito was really the only one that truly 
frightened her. Pop was evil, but she had discovered last night with her 
mouth full of his hotly throbbing penis that she could handle his particular 
brand of evilness. Vito, though, was something else than human... and she 
was eternally grateful that he had not been given a chance to use her as the 
others had last night. Now she could feel his eyes course viciously down the 
length of her young body, and she felt vulnerable as she sensed his lust 
mounting anew as he made an obscene appraisal of her still partly exposed 
breasts and the line of naked flesh showing openly through her ripped jeans. 

The young blonde hostage instinctively drew nearer to the gang leader who 
kept a watchful eye on Vito and her. She had already forgiven him for using 
her body as a wager in a crap game the night before. He had lost her in a 
game of chance that had as much value to the four desperate criminals as any 
judgment from a high court of justice. She sensed that Billy had resolved to 
hold his gang off from her and would do all in his power to keep them from 
using her as they had during the long and horrible night. He wouldn't 
reprimand them, but they wouldn't get the chance to abuse her again... not 
while he was alive! 

Ellen felt relatively secure now that Billy was still here close by her side 
to protect her. He wasn't angry at her escape attempt; it seemed as if he 
liked her even more as a result. Her thoughts automatically turned to ways 
she might please him if she really had to, and she knew that if called upon 
to give herself to him she would do it in gratitude, but she would never 
permit herself to be handled by the others again. Yes, Billy was strong and 
she was going to humble herself, no matter how distasteful it might be, to 
the more powerful of her abductors. Only then--as the chief's woman--would 
she be protected. It was as simple as that, and yet the young girl still was 
deeply shaken at how the comparatively serene course of her life had been 
dramatically altered within a period of only a few hours. 

Now she would do anything to please Billy, and she was aware that he needed 
her silent encouragement if he were to remain gang leader. It was strange 
how most of life's choices were made by outside circumstances alone. She 
wondered how much her choice of Bob as her fiance had to do with their first 
accidental meeting at a dance, and the fact that his mother and father were 
close friends of her parents. Now she had a choice between four escaped 
convicts, all of whom, except Vito, had ravished her against her will, but 
she still had to make a choice between them for her protector. 

She knew it wouldn't take much to get any one of these men to act as a 
shield against the others, but the question was whether her own choice would 
hold in good stead. Despite her own deep-seated feelings of revulsion and 
fear of Billy, she knew through a second sense that he had a soft spot in 
his heart for her. She could tell by the way he had acted, almost tenderly, 
after he had raped her in the back of the truck, and she had become aware of 
his feelings again after he had lost the crap game. The look of sad 
relinquishment of her beautiful young body to Cash and Pop last night had 
sent a shock of momentary understanding through her tortured mind--but that 
had been quickly blotted out by the brutal ravishment of her tender young 
body that had followed. Whatever warmth and compassion Billy might show 
toward her would, of course, be bestowed at no expense to the gang leader's 
pride and sovereignty over the others. She knew that in the final analysis 
she was still an object to be used and disposed of like a cheap rag doll 
that is thrown into the trash after its novelty has worn off and the child 
has lost interest. No, she could not hope for more than a passing interest 
in him for her safety, but meanwhile she must play this momentary tenderness 
he felt for her for all that it was worth. She would be his whore; somehow 
or the other, if she hadn't already replaced Sylvia in his affections, she 
would have to get rid of the other girl. But how? 

She looked up dully as a sudden splatter of rain hit the windows and a gust 
of wind rattled sections of the tin roof. 

"All right," Billy said, assuming command again. "Let's get this meeting 
started. Come on Cash... Pop." He looked at the ferret-like Vito, and his 
face twisted in disgust. "You, too." 

CHAPTER TWO 

The gang leader pulled his chair over to the table, and the others noisily 
followed him. The distinguished-looking man waited until the four convicts 
were seated, and then he carefully inspected each of their faces, obviously 
passing judgment. Ellen noticed that there was something distinctively 
different about the man that made him contrast starkly with her abductors; 
and yet--in spite of his sophistication, there was also a sameness--a 
certain criminality. She watched as he set his brief case on the top of the 
table and began to shuffle through some papers. The man's gestures were 
those of an accomplished businessman who was accustomed to dealing at the 
highest levels of authority. He was no common criminal, and yet there was a 
slickness to his movements that somehow reminded Ellen of the suave gestures 
of the card shark or the professional gambler. No, these men were worlds 
apart in appearance and in thought; but something had drawn them together 
today that would change the course of the lives of all who were present in 
the warehouse... and perhaps would alter the direction of world events 
outside the narrow confines of the criminal mentality of her kidnappers. 

Ellen noted a change in the way Billy had been acting, as the gang chief 
leaned toward the unidentified man sitting at the head of the table. He was 
no longer the snarling pack leader who asserted himself through violence and 
animal cunning, but he seemed as though he had consciously decided to keep 
his more aggressive stance in reserve until he had the new situation under 
his control. Yes, he definitely had changed, and there was a disturbing 
quality to the transformation, Ellen thought, as she watched Billy light a 
cigarette and lean back somewhat nervously in his chair. She sensed a slight 
strain between the two men that was quite different from the animal conflict 
between Billy and the three other escaped convicts over the possession of 
her body. 

The adjustment that Billy, as well as the other convicts, had to make when 
confronted with the well-educated demeanor of the man sitting before them 
was obviously difficult, Ellen thought. She remembered how she and her 
sister Jennifer had discussed the condition of the penitentiary system, and 
how they had come to the conclusion that, for the most part, prison 
confinement only warped the minds of those it intended to reform and made 
them into more hardened criminals. A sociology course she had taken in 
college had also brought up the point that even those prisoners who were 
released after serving their sentences often mistrusted authority and 
instinctively rebelled against it. It was apparent that Billy was struggling 
with this problem right now, even though the man to whom he was talking was, 
in his own right, as much or more of a criminal than Billy himself. 

Perhaps, she reasoned, it was this new breed of criminals who had grown 
through organized crime or through subversive political and business 
organizations that spelled out the end of the old era of the Al Capone type 
gangster. They were not only working against the law of the land, but had 
become adept at bending that law to suit their own corrupt interests. The 
likes of Billy and the other men would serve this new breed well, Ellen 
believed, as they were a handy weapon behind which the real culprits could 
hide and make their attack against the established order of society. 

"Before we start, I think you should get rid of those not participating in 
our project," the mysterious man said, nodding his head toward Ellen. 

"She ain't no problem," Billy said quietly, then he sighed, lowering to the 
suggestion. "Listen, baby, you get in the kitchen and help Sylvia make us 
somethin' to eat." 

The tall brunette's eyes narrowed in anger and then she spun and slammed her 
way into the kitchen. Ellen immediately followed the girl, even though she 
was terrified at being left alone with Billy's ex- girlfriend. She could 
hear the men continue discussing their plan from the next room, but the 
voices were half- muffled by a sudden loud cloudburst of rain beating 
against the tin roof of the warehouse, and it was impossible to follow what 
they were saying. 

The young blonde hostage looked toward Sylvia with dread, and abruptly she 
knew that her most bitter enemy was not Vito, but this female who would do 
anything to rid herself of competition from Ellen for the favors of the gang 
leader. Ellen had studied the tall brunette back in the living room and had 
instinctively known that the girl was insanely jealous of Billy's new 
relationship with her. There had been a moment in there when she had thought 
that Sylvia might get completely out of control, and there appeared to be no 
doubt that if the other girl were given the opportunity she would attempt to 
destroy her. Sylvia was no different than the convicts, except she would 
unhesitatingly kill Ellen in order to regain the privileged position of 
being the gang leader's girlfriend. Ellen had heard many frightening stories 
of fights between gang girls over possession of their men, and she shuddered 
as she remembered some of the more grisly details she had read about in 
various magazines. 

"Whatcha doin' just standin' there," she heard Sylvia's strident voice ring 
out, bringing her back to reality for a moment. "You get these dishes 
cleaned up and quick." 

Ellen bent quietly over the sink and began washing the filthy dishes and 
pans that lay on the sink--remnants of some meal eaten by someone else weeks 
or even months ago. Out of the corner of her eye she watched every one of 
the tall girl's movements as though her life depended on it. And it did! 
There was no way of getting around the fact that Sylvia intended to force a 
confrontation between Ellen and herself over Billy. In Ellen's mind, the 
other girl wanted her thrown to Vito, Pop, and Cash--to be repeatedly raped 
again and made an object of their violent, most beastly desires. 

"Now get into the living room and pick up the rest of them dishes and 
glasses on the table," Sylvia commanded once more. "We want to fix up 
somethin' decent for Billy." 

Ellen returned to the living room, feeling very much like she had been a 
slave to Sylvia's harsh command all of her entire life. She paused as she 
began placing the remaining plates in her hands, and caught bits and pieces 
of the discussion between Billy and the man seated at the head of the table. 

"Remember, you will be seated behind the grandstands," the man pronounced 
clearly to Billy and Cash. "There should be no slip-ups if you follow the 
plan to the letter." 

Ellen saw Billy lean forward onto the table, his jaw tightened as though he 
were under great stress. "And what happens if they see us? You ain't told us 
about any backup protection." 

"That will all be taken care of in due time. Right now we want to 
concentrate on how the first steps will be accomplished." 

Ellen moved from the table, slowing a bit as she approached the door in 
order to hear some more of their conversation. When the stranger glanced up 
in her direction, she immediately returned to the kitchen. 

Sylvia didn't say a word to Ellen as the young hostage bent over the sink 
again and ran cold water over the remaining dirty dishes. For a moment Ellen 
almost felt like trying to talk with the gang girl, but when she looked into 
Sylvia's hate-filled eyes she knew it would be useless. There was an 
unfathomable gap between the two young women that was made more apparent by 
their very gestures and forms of speaking: Ellen was soft-spoken and 
slightly refined in her way of expressing herself, while Sylvia had a crude 
coarseness that bluntly branded her as coming from the lowest segment of 
society. 

The dishes complete, the blonde hostage turned to help Sylvia who was 
slicing pieces of ham onto plates for the men in the next room, but she was 
stopped when the sharp tip of the knife was pressed against her breasts. "Ya 
keep your hands off the food, I'll take care of that; and you finish 
cleanin' up in here," Sylvia scolded, as though Ellen were a small child. 
"I'm gonna take this stuff out to them. Ya just stay put, and get your ass 
busy and clean up the rest of the mess." 

Ellen felt a surge of relief race down the length of her spine when the 
other girl left the kitchen. Yes, she would just as soon remain here 
throughout eternity than be abused by the four convicts again. So much 
depended on how she handled herself during the next few hours; if she 
irritated Sylvia unnecessarily, or brought the conflict between Billy and 
Vito to a head by her presence, she would be the one who would ultimately 
suffer. Her best chance would be to remain as inconspicuous as possible, and 
wait until her chance arrived to run away again, if it ever did. It might 
not be too difficult, since their attention was diverted from her for the 
moment. But when the opportunity came, she must be successful this time. 
Their revenge would be vicious and complete, and she just couldn't risk 
pushing them to the point where they were forced to get rid of her for 
good... if they weren't already planning to kill her. No, she would wait 
until she was absolutely positive that her escape would be assured, and then 
she would make her attempt. 

"Ya finished in here?" Sylvia suddenly said from the door. 

Ellen turned and nodded limply, feeling a sudden surge of hate from the gang 
girl that she couldn't understand. 

"Then get your ass in the next room quick. Billy don't wanta have ya sittin' 
here by yaself when he can't watch what you're doin'." 

The ugly sound of her menacing voice sliced through Ellen, and she realized 
that the gang girl's first confused and jealous attitude toward her was 
turning into one of reviling contempt that was bound to burst into an open 
violence soon. What the girl was and who she was no longer had any 
importance to Ellen, as all she could feel was Sylvia's deep enmity coming 
from so deep within her that the brunette's strikingly pretty face was 
transformed into an expression of animal loathing. 

The voluptuous young blonde paused in fear and confusion, not really wanting 
to go out, then walked a few steps from the sink. Suddenly a flash of pain 
struck her face and sent her head reeling. "Ya didn't hear what I said?" 
Sylvia gritted her teeth and slapped her open hand hard against Ellen's face 
once more. "Get it moving!" 

The blow had brought Ellen to her senses, and for one split second she 
surveyed the gang girl with equal enmity. She forced herself to turn away 
from the girl and turned impassively to the door. As she tried to step into 
the next room Sylvia's taller frame moved out from the doorway and partially 
blocked her. She could feel the brunette's hot breath against her cheek and 
could sense electric shocks of hatred radiating out from her tensed body. 

"You mess with Billy, and it's the last time ya mess with anything, do you 
hear me?" Sylvia said in a whisper so that the others couldn't understand. 
"I had him before ya even laid eyes on him, and I'll cut your tits off and 
shove 'em up your cunt if I have to to keep him," she hissed, inching past 
the girl and through the door. 

"All right, what's goin' on?" Billy demanded as the two women entered the 
living room. When neither answered, he said, "Both of you--over there where 
I can keep an eye on you... and keep quiet." 

Ellen brushed the tears of rage from her eyes and sat down on the bare 
mattress behind the table. She watched Sylvia cross the room and stand next 
to the window. She noticed that the girl's eyes still glowed with the 
reviling contempt that had sent her into the tantrum a moment before, and 
Ellen turned her head towards the men seated around the table. 

"We got a little plan that's real interesting," Billy said, staring at 
Ellen, a half-grin of obvious pride on his face. 

"I'd like to know what the girl has to do with the plan," the older man at 
the head of the table said sharply. "After all, there is a certain amount of 
risk involved in a venture of this nature. The greater number of 
participants only increases the probability of something going wrong." 

"Ya keep your big words to yaself," Billy said. "She's here and she's going 
to be part of it." 

Suddenly the large German Shepherd rose up from his prone position on the 
floor and came to attention next to his master's side as though he had 
sensed a note of urgency or danger. Billy ran his hand nervously down the 
animal's back, and shifted his eyes from Ellen back to the angry face of the 
man who pulled out some papers from his briefcase, setting them on the table 
before them. 

"Alright, Billy," the man said condescendingly. "But let us keep in mind 
that you are putting yourself into a jeopardizing position. There are men 
higher up who won't appreciate your methods." 

"Thanks for the advice fella," Billy said and slapped the dog affectionately 
on the rear. "But let's get on with it." 

Ellen tried to appear disinterested in what was going on around her, but she 
found it difficult not to follow the discussion. It was obvious that the men 
were planning a murder that would effect the political and social life of 
the entire area, if not the whole country, but it was still impossible to 
discover the reason for the assassination or who was to be shot. Ellen 
almost didn't want to know, as she was aware that the very possession of 
such knowledge would make things increasingly hard for her. She also felt 
that Billy had little, if any, understanding of the implications of the 
horrible act he was about to commit, yet he appeared to rush headlong into 
the plot like a blindfolded animal being led to its slaughter. 

"I want you and your friend here," the man said, pointing to Cash, "to be at 
the entrance to the rally before the parade begins. This will give you the 
opportunity to survey the area. Our men will be waiting at the first exit to 
pick you up after the job is completed. The Senator should be the first 
speaker on the program, and you'll have a perfect vantage point to get a 
bead on him from behind his head." 

"And what if they see us?" Cash asked. "There's gonna be a big crowd there 
and if they get a look at us, we're done for." 

"There will be no problem. On the opposite side of the stadium there will be 
a fist fight planned--and some of our own men will be doing it- -and just 
before you shoot, the crowd's attention will be deflected from Senator 
Jorgens." 

Ellen suppressed a gasp of recognition on hearing the Senator's name being 
spoken. She realized that the man they were about to assassinate had been an 
important figure in Florida politics for several years, and had developed 
several enemies in the underworld that centered around Miami because of his 
brave attack on organized crime. She recalled with a painful sense of irony 
that Senator Jorgens had been the very man who had been pushing hard for 
prison reform within the state, and along with his investigation of crime 
had been exposing the inequities of the penal system in Florida. Certainly 
the four criminals in their ignorance did not realize this--but if they did, 
the question was whether it would make any difference. Yes, Billy and the 
rest were truly being used as tools that would be discarded after their 
purpose had been served. There was no doubt in her mind that their death 
warrants had already been signed by the underworld lords. Ellen, herself, 
could see that as plain as daylight; but in their desperation and ignorance 
the escaped convicts were in no position to view the consequences of their 
acts. 

"Yeah, but if any of them people get a glance at us, it still looks like 
it'll all be over," Billy answered after a moment of thought. 

"We have prepared for that eventuality, Billy," the man said smoothly, 
talking to Billy as though he were a small child who just couldn't 
understand. "The moment you shoot him, another shot will ring out from 
behind our fist fight. It will actually be a firecracker, and there will be 
no weapon to be found. By the time the police get to our decoy, you and your 
friend will be out of the stadium." 

"I don't like it," Pop said for the first time. 

"What don't you like about it?" the man said, turning sharply to the new 
speaker. 

"The part about gettin' out. That street is gonna be packed and there'll be 
cops to hell and back." 

"Now we come to the next stage in our plan," the man said and leaned closer 
to Cash and Billy who sat on either side of him. "We've got to make the 
killing look as though it came from the protectors who've been making 
trouble recently. 

There will be a demonstration, as there always is, planned by us, and the 
student protectors will be uncomfortably close to our little fist fight. 
Now, knowing the temper of these times, who do you think is going to get 
fingered, you or the Students Alliance?" 

"I don't want nothin' to do with no goddamn protest," Billy muttered, 
looking uncertain. 

"My dear boy, don't you understand that the demonstrators will be your 
salvation? Who would suspect a couple of wanted men--actually appearing in 
public to kill a controversial Senator, when a bunch of noisy college kids 
will be waving signs and shouting their usual obscenities. You've just got 
to understand the dynamics of mob behavior. A crowd has no individuality; it 
does not think, it just acts--and our three ingredients, the fight, the 
firecracker, and the demonstrators, will more than assure you of complete 
success and escape." 

"I don't know whatcha talkin' about," Billy said morosely. "But I get the 
feeling that you haven't leveled with us about why you want this goddamn 
Senator ripped off so real bad." 

"Yeah, what's in it for you?" Vito's nasal voice joined in. 

"My motives are of no special importance to you," the man nodded seriously. 
"Knowing too much may, in fact, be disadvantageous. I am a careful man who 
works for careful men, and I do not think you need to attach much importance 
to what you are doing. Just remember that it is through my employers that 
you have been able to make your escape from prison. We did that for you. 
We're prepared to go the rest of the way and see you get to Mexico in 
safety." 

"I don't like the way you're runnin' everything. I think we can make this 
thing go better'n you, seein' that we're professionals," Billy interjected, 
a forced skepticism in his voice. He didn't mind all the brain work being 
allotted to others, but he reacted violently to the fact that he was being 
forced to follow the methods of people he did not know and did not trust. A 
flicker of jealous concern raced through his mind when he realized that his 
position as gang leader was being usurped by this outsider. "We got the 
experience and the know-how in making a hit, anyway." 

"And that is precisely why we have hired you. However, on other levels there 
are things you cannot do. You have no idea of the larger concerns that 
govern the operation," the man responded contemptuously and rose up stiffly 
in his chair. "The other aspects of this project should not concern you or 
your men." 

"There ain't no other concerns right now but that we get our money. Look 
here, Mr. Big Businessman, you show us the stash of cash, right now, or 
there won't be no big operation," Billy spat out angrily, suddenly fed up 
with the stranger's slickness. He leapt to his feet, "Let's see the green 
stuff!" 

The man sat motionless at the head of the table and gazed coolly across the 
floor past Billy to the rain splattered warehouse window. He seemed to catch 
everything in his calm gaze in that instant, passing his eyes from the dog 
sitting tensely at Billy's side to the convict at the table, and slowly 
flicking them past the two women. 

"It's all here for you to look at," the man said and opened his briefcase, 
withdrawing a stack of one-hundred dollar bills. "One half now. You get the 
rest, my friend, after the killing." 

"How do we know you won't cross us?" Pop suddenly demanded from the far end 
of the table. 

"You don't know, do you?" the man said without raising his voice. 

On command from Billy the dog jumped to its feet and moved like a shot 
towards the man. The man did not lose his composure, he merely said in a 
normal tone of voice, "Down, Rex!" The huge animal snarled in rebellion, but 
the stranger continued to stare directly at it. "Down," he repeated. The dog 
looked questioningly up at his master. 

"I just wanted to give you an idea that we ain't foolin' with ya," Billy 
said nervously, then added, "Down, Rex." His fists were clenched as he 
glared at the table. 

"I have no doubts about that," the would-be victim answered, smiling 
sarcastically. "But this is all very childish. Sit down so we can finish 
making our preparations." 

Suddenly Billy looked cowed. All his attempts to intimidate the older man 
and to retain his own precarious power had failed, and he seemed almost 
defeated standing with his command all but gone and his pride smashed. It 
was obvious to Ellen that he was unable to understand the intricacies of the 
assassination plot, and that he was no more than a hired gunman... and not a 
very bright one at that. He and the rest of them were expendable items and 
had a limited usefulness, but none of them knew this. 

Almost as if sensing his untenable position, the gang leader sat down. He 
stared, almost unseeingly, at the well-dressed man. All of his criminal 
instincts told him something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do 
about it; with a snap of his fingers the man with the briefcase could have 
him and the others back in prison where they would probably remain for most 
of their lives, living in a kind of twilight world of unfulfilled dreams and 
vain promises... if they weren't hit by the underworld within the walls as a 
lesson to others. His own men were probably more distrustful of him now than 
they had ever been, and this is what made things all the more painful. He 
couldn't stand being knocked down in front of the others as though he were 
just a piece of dirt. Irrationally, he thought about pulling his gun and 
killing the man opposite him, but one look at his own trembling hands told 
him he'd never pull it off. 

The rain drove in long sweeps across the parking lot outside the warehouse 
and beat against the windows of the ramshackle building in a mounting fury 
that seemed to match the violence of the discussion going on inside. Ellen 
felt the impact of the two forces merge inside her and her very body 
shuddered while the argument between the opposing figures of authority 
continued to build in intensity. She felt her heart go out to Billy and the 
other prisoners as she became more and more aware that they were no match 
against the real professional seated at the head of the table. Even the 
German Shepherd lying by the gang leader's side had been prevented from 
attacking the man, as though the animal itself were no match against the 
superior will of the stranger. Ellen likened the prison escapees to a bunch 
of children who had lost their way in a woods and had reverted back to their 
primal nature, searching and stumbling down blind paths that only made them 
more utterly lost while their base animal selves took over. 

And now, despite the fact that they had raped her and run their coarse hands 
over and over her body as though she were nothing more than a slut off the 
streets, she felt pity mixed with fear for them: did they know what tragedy 
awaited them, or had they been reduced to mere sub- humans by their years of 
confinement... and unable to recognize that the superior cunning of the man 
with the briefcase was to be their own destruction? 

"The money looks OK," Billy said grudgingly and counted the bills, laying 
them down on the table in front of the man. "When do we get the rest?" 

"That, of course, comes after the killing," the man said coldly and looked 
down at the dog lying next to Billy. 

"The boat's gonna be waiting? Ya know we'll be hot for about five years," 
the gang leader asked, looking at Cash and Pop almost as if he were seeking 
their support against this man. 

"Your driver will have this map," the man said and drew out a folded chart 
from his briefcase. "This will show him the route marked to the private pier 
down the coast about ten miles. A boat will be waiting along with the 
balance of your payment. In a few days you'll be safe in Mexico." 

"Mexico! Whooopeeee!" Vito suddenly shouted with uncharacteristic 
enthusiasm, clapping his hands gleefully. "Goddamn, I can't wait to get my 
hands on some of them senoritas!" 

The stranger looked harshly across at the little convict, an expression of 
contempt on his face for a moment. "It is not necessarily going to be that 
easy. Once you get to the boat you should be relatively safe, but there 
still are some risks, even though we are taking all precautions at the 
stadium." 

"What happens if them demonstrators don't raise a ruckus?" Billy asked. 

"It will be impossible for them not to do so. We have our own plants in the 
crowd who will stir them up. I think we can assume that a few of the 
protectors will be injured by the police." 

"That's no sweat off my back," Billy muttered. "Just as long as we get our 
dough and get out quick." 

"You must remember to follow the agreed-upon plan. The higher ups in the 
organization know what they're doing. We're the only protection you have, 
and the protection will work only if you follow instructions." 

Billy looked around the table at Cash, Pop, and Vito. They did not look back 
at him but kept their eyes lowered to the map on the table. There was no 
doubt which way they would go if he put the choice to them. 

"Okay, fella, let's hear the rest of it," he said after a few minutes. 

There were no other objections after Billy had had his say, and Ellen sat in 
stunned and helpless silence as the whole horrible plot was outlined before 
her eyes that would assassinate an important public figure and leave several 
bystanders dead or injured and would free the crime syndicate that was 
engineering the plot to operate without restraint. 

The long day went on and on... interminably. Tempers grew short, and more 
than once, a snarling Billy was forced to back down. Time and time again, 
the men went over the plan, each one learning his part in the operation 
until it was committed to memory. It was late afternoon before the man 
folded his maps and packed them away in his briefcase. Billy had followed 
the complicated plan throughout the day while occasionally one or two of the 
others had to be nudged awake because of the humid, stupefying heat. 
Periodically, as the afternoon wore on, Ellen felt Pop's and Cash's eyes 
returning to view her half-naked young body in obvious remembrance of what 
they had done to her the night before. Sylvia slept--unmindful of the 
conversation going on around her. But the snake-like eyes of Vito didn't 
sleep; they followed Ellen's every movement and they plainly said what he 
would like to do to her later that night. The others had gotten theirs and 
with Sylvia on hand to complicate things it looked like he might have the 
opportunity to take advantage of her when the others became distracted with 
the final steps of the assassination plot, and he was left alone with the 
girl. 

Finally, the well-dressed man and the gang leader moved toward the door. 
"Okay, it's all set to go," Billy said, standing at the stairway. It was 
then he seemed to relax a little and asked quizzically. "But one other 
thing. How come ya thought of hiring us to do the rip-off?" 

The stranger smiled for the first time and raised his briefcase off the 
floor. "We look for experts and found them. We put no cost level on gunmen 
we hire, you ought to know that from the conversations you had in the Pen." 

"Yeah, that's right," Billy shrugged, sounding only half-assured. He was 
still standing there, looking uncertain, when he closed the door behind him 
without even waiting for the stranger to leave the warehouse. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Ellen was glad when she heard the sound of the car engine leaving the house 
even though she knew it only brought the time closer when she would be, 
without a doubt, subjected to more indignities at the hands of her captors. 
But the man with the briefcase had brought more fear into her than ever 
would have been possible had she merely been sequestered with these 
criminals alone. Suddenly she had an image in her mind of what the outside 
world would be if political assassinations were permitted to go unchecked 
and unsolved; and it didn't look good. It would be a world of steadily 
mounting chaos where the strongest ruled the weak, and where the law of the 
land would become the savage rule of survival of the fittest. Right now the 
wanton abuse of her body and her loss of complete self-respect seemed almost 
inconsequential in comparison to what they were about to do tomorrow; yet 
she knew that when the moment came, and she had to submit to them once more, 
she would react with as much revulsion as she had before... because it was 
happening to her! A rape was here and now! And there was no way of escaping 
the humiliation... especially with these men. 

"Why dontcha make yaself comfortable, honey?" she heard Sylvia ask Billy in 
an obsequious tone. "Maybe I can fix ya somethin' to eat." 

"Goddamnit, just get me some whiskey and leave me alone, will ya?" he 
answered gruffly, weary, uncertain, and still angry at the discussion he had 
had with the overbearing stranger. 

The others sat quietly and averted their gaze from Billy, knowing that it 
would be sheer idiocy to cross their gang leader at this moment. They knew 
what he was capable of doing, and were fearful that he might erupt into an 
uncontrollable violence after he had been rather abruptly put in place so 
many different times during the long day. He had been humiliated and beaten 
at his own game, and now he was momentarily reduced to the same level as the 
other men. That would mean that he would try to assert himself more 
vigorously than he ever had before; after all, he was now challenged on all 
sides, and a cornered animal has no choice other than to fight violently for 
its life. 

Ellen sat and watched Billy extend his glass for Sylvia to fill it to the 
brim. Time seemed to stand still in the warehouse, the afternoon had worn 
into the lazy summer half-light of early evening. The rain had stopped and 
over the hazy skyline of the nearby city a burnished sunset glow lit up the 
horizon. Soon it would be night, and Ellen's fear of what the men planned to 
do to her next began to grow. Cash, Pop and Vito were crouched down next to 
the wall at the far end of the room; they had begun shooting craps, and with 
each crack of the dice Ellen felt as though a new verdict or further 
confirmation of her ravishment was being sealed. Once Vito stared back at 
her, and Ellen caught a sliver of light that glittered up from the evilly 
swirling depths of lust in his eye. The silence was ominous, and the 
intermittent sounds of Billy pouring himself more whisky and the dice 
clattering against the wall only made it all the more frightening. The 
thought struck Ellen that the dice playing, the drinking, and even that vile 
expression of animal lust she had experienced last night and undoubtedly 
would be subjugated to again, were expressions of a deep inner fear that 
embraced each of the four men. Death was near, it was inescapable, and if 
they couldn't out-run it, then they could at least blind themselves to its 
approach. Even Sylvia seemed to be aware of it, and she sat silently 
drinking alongside Billy, her movements strangely tranquil, almost a mirror 
image of the gang leader's gestures of quiet desperation. Slowly the silence 
seemed to break with the growing chatter from the men crouched near the 
wall, and Ellen sensed that plans for the night were being made again. 
Occasional furtive glances were shot up towards her seated figure, and she 
tried to make herself as stiff and unobtrusive looking as possible. She was 
grateful for the glass of whiskey Billy had poured for her earlier, and now 
she sipped from it, feeling it course through her veins and relaxing her 
somewhat. Then, suddenly, she remembered the dog; and for some reason, she 
shuddered at the thought of the huge animal lying in watchful repose at its 
master's feet. 

She wanted to blot it out: she just couldn't stand the sight of the animal. 
If she tried to escape, he would stop her! 

As if sensing her thoughts, Rex raised his head and stared at her. 

But the strange irrational feeling subsided as quickly as it had come upon 
her, and she was left to handle more realistic considerations of how she was 
going to avoid further attacks from the four criminals. She hoped beyond 
hope that Billy would make some kind of sign to assure her that she would be 
his for the evening. The thought of him possessing her was not pleasant, but 
it was preferable to her other alternatives. She knew too that she had been 
on his mind. If he took her tonight he would have the wrath of the gang girl 
to deal with, and if he didn't, he knew he had to give her to the others. 
Her eyes wandered across the room to the soiled mattress where Cash and Pop 
had raped and ravaged her, kneading her body into tortured balls of 
humiliated flesh the night before. And now she found herself muttering a 
silent prayer--a silent pleading that Billy wouldn't let them do that to her 
again. 

"It's getting late. Don't you think we oughta head to bed, honey?" Sylvia's 
voice suddenly broke through the heavy silence. 

The gang leader remained morosely silent, but the others responded by moving 
away from their crap game and facing Billy and his former girlfriend. 

"If you want to have Sylvia tonight, there ain't no reason, it seems to me, 
we can't have a go at little Miss Sweet Pussy here one more time," Cash 
said, and grinned at the laughter he had provoked from Vito and Pop. 

Billy looked up at him and for the first time since the meeting had ended 
several hours earlier smiled. 

"Well, there's been a change of plans, Cash, old boy," Billy said thickly, 
the alcohol he had drunk obviously affecting his speech. "She's sleeping in 
my bed tonight!" 

Ellen felt her heart plunge into her throat. Yes, it was happening, and she 
just couldn't believe that this was going on right before her own eyes. It 
wasn't much, but she wouldn't be raped by all four of the gunmen again, at 
least tonight. 

"Billy, Billy," Sylvia cried out, a sound of pain erupting from her throat. 
"What are you doing? We've been together so long. You can't do this to me." 

"Shut up," he said angrily without looking at her. "When I say the word, 
don't you or nobody question it." 

"Please Billy, I been waiting for you so long, and now you go and do this 
thing to me!" 

"Shut up, I said," Billy snarled and slapped her hard across the face. "You 
heard my decision. You should have thought about it earlier, when you were 
giving Pete O'Hara one of your special blow jobs and fucking half the 
raunchy turds in his gang." 

"Billy! You can't do this to me," she screeched, "I won't let you." 

There was a moment of pause, deadly in its silence, then Billy spoke again. 
"I'm tired of your goddamn complaints." He turned and looked at the men, a 
sardonic look in his eyes. Then he cast his gaze back toward the enraged 
contorted face of the gang girl and grinned. "I'm making you guys a little 
present." 

A loud wail of protest came out of Sylvia's mouth. What Billy intended to do 
at this moment was only too clear, and she shook her head from side to side 
in disbelief. The gang leader and his former girlfriend stared at each other 
for an instant, then Billy shrugged and waved his hand toward the 
ferret-like little convict in a gesture of indifference. "You've been 
waitin' a long time, Vito. Go to it! She's all yours! Do what you want to 
her. Leave a little something for the other boys. Maybe you should teach her 
a little discipline." 

A shock ran through the room. Vito, like a weasel after a rabbit, responded 
immediately, bounding across the room and covering the distance between 
himself and Sylvia in a single leap. He landed on her stomach and crushed 
her flat to the floor. Sylvia wrenched her voluptuously tall body and kicked 
her legs out futilely on either side of him, but the speed and suddenness of 
his attack were too great for her, and she lay writhing and screaming 
obscenities beneath his already humping body without the slightest chance of 
escape. 

Vito clung to her, saliva running lewdly from the corners of his mouth, and 
his greasy hair falling over his eyes; he looked like a bird of prey ready 
to devour its helpless, fear-stricken victim in a savage feast. He had been 
denied a part in the proceedings too long, and his near-insane emotions had 
built to an explosive peak of anger and unbearable frustration. He had 
thought that he might finally get his chance at Ellen tonight, but in a way 
this was even better, he considered, recalling how Sylvia had teased and 
flirted with him safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't dare touch her 
because she belonged to Billy. Then there had been her statement earlier in 
day about his being a "little creep." He would pay her back a thousandfold 
for each insult, for each suggestive smile she had given him, and for each 
prick-teasing touch to his arm that had driven him half-crazy with a lust 
that he had known he couldn't possibly satiate while Billy was leader. 

But now her situation had changed, and their roles were reversed, the prize 
of the leader's girl lay utterly prostrate and helpless beneath him. He had 
permission to do anything he wanted to the slut. Billy no longer cared what 
happened to her and had even chosen that she be taken first by Vito whom she 
had tormented and tortured for so long. 

Ellen watched in horror from her position on the end of the mattress where 
she sat next to Billy's chair. She wanted to help the poor defenseless girl, 
but could not. No one, even Billy, could have torn the lust-crazed Vito from 
the sensuous young brunette's body, now. Ellen realized that she was just as 
helpless and vulnerable as Sylvia, and the knowledge increased her fear and 
dread at the horrible spectacle transpiring in front of her. 

She watched as Vito pulled the face of the girl to him and mashed his thin, 
spittle-covered lips down hard on her gaping mouth. The kiss was hard and 
brutal and the girl tossed her head in an attempt to wrench her mouth out 
from under his, but the movement carried through with a force that sent her 
head rattling against the floorboards. 

Sylvia grunted in startled pain from the shock and then incoherent mumblings 
of panic began pouring from her lips, and she tried once again to escape as 
she looked up at Vito's evil little face so contorted with murderous rage 
and violence. She screamed and then her breath stopped short as she saw the 
attack coming--his palm swinging in a wide arc over her exposed face. The 
blow came down hard, and her head hit against the floor again with a loud 
thud. He slapped her rapidly about half a dozen times until her shrill 
screaming ceased. Ellen thought that surely the girl must be unconscious, 
and Vito must have thought the same for he began unhooking his pants. 
Sylvia's head rebounded off the floor and she succeeded in scrambling to her 
knees in a burst of energy that only fear can bring. 

"Billy, please, help me, baby," the girl screamed in a frantic voice. 

Vito's second series of slaps came from the side and landed on the kneeling 
girl's face in a loud sound of hard flesh hitting soft flesh; the force of 
his blows sent her flying backwards halfway across the room, where she 
thudded against the wall. 

From her position on the mattress, Ellen watched in disbelief and utter 
dismay. It didn't seem possible that Vito could treat the girl as roughly as 
he did or that Billy would allow it, but she could see with her own eyes 
that it was true. She shuddered to think that the same murderous treatment 
by the gang could well be applied to her at any moment if she didn't 
cooperate. 

Vito lurched across the room and dragged his half-conscious victim back 
across the floor until the couple were once again directly in front of Ellen 
and Billy. He slapped Sylvia again, and Cash and Pop smiled uncertainly from 
the distance of the other side of the room. They knew that their turn with 
the proud, arrogantly tormenting bitch would come soon and, although they 
were as ready as Vito to turn their long pent- up resentment and lust on her 
in revenge for the haughty way she had treated them, they still did not want 
the merchandise harmed. 

The dark-haired girl was barely conscious now, and Ellen watched in stunned 
disgust as Vito's beady eyes greedily surveyed the feast spread before him. 
Then he began ripping the clothes off her sensually limp young body as 
rapidly as possible. Cash and Pop moved closer from across the room until 
they hovered directly over the couple, their eyes gleaming with lewd desire. 
This is the way it had looked last night, Ellen thought, when it was me on 
the floor. 

Vito's long bony fingers curled around the collar of the girl's dress, then 
with a sudden rip he tore the entire front of her dress from her upper 
torso, exposing the luscious fullness of her large, nakedly firm breasts 
with their quivering, pink-areoled nipples that had stiffened into hardness 
upon contact with the air. 

Sylvia started into full consciousness at the sudden assault and once again 
attempted to pull herself to her knees, but Vito used his foot to brutally 
shove her back to the floor, yanking both the dress and her sheer bikini 
panties off her long, slenderly tapered legs in a quick savage movement. The 
voluptuous brunette lay totally exposed and defenselessly naked underneath 
him now, her ripe curvaceous body contrasting dramatically with his 
ferret-like form. 

There was no resistance left in the gang girl, but Vito didn't let up his 
animal-like attack for a minute. The sex-crazed little convict clawed and 
pulled like a madman at her softly quivering breasts and wide, firm-fleshed 
buttocks. He pulled at the poor girl's brown, berry- like nipples as though 
he were attempting to tear them off, causing her to shriek continuously in 
pain. Then he sprang to an obscene sitting position on her tautly writhing 
abdomen and curled his fingers around her small wasp-like waist in a vicious 
grip that brought tears of fright even to Ellen's gaping eyes. 

The young blonde hostage felt tears of pity spilling uncontrollably down her 
own cheeks as the evil little Vito unzipped his fly and slowly twisted his 
pants down his legs to his ankles where they remained bunched in an obscene 
knot. Then laughing like a maniac, he forced Sylvia's legs brutally upright, 
then dropped his thin body beneath them and fell onto her quivering chest, 
crushing her hard against the floor once again. 

The couple's feet were just inches away from Ellen who sat on the mattress, 
and her vision focused up between their legs at the girl's pink-fleshed 
pubic mound that was delicately covered with tendrils of sparsely curling 
black hair. The soft, wetly glistening cuntal mouth had parted slightly to 
reveal a second layer of blushing pussy lips between them. Then Vito 
savagely forced the girl's legs further apart and the jagged inner lips 
surfaced, curling outwards from the smooth- looking flesh of the tight 
stretched opening. Above the defenselessly naked target of the girl's 
vagina, Vito's wildly pulsating cock and his sperm- inflated balls dangled 
between his parted legs. A thin stream of clear, sticky- looking lubricant 
had already seeped out of the gaping hole at the head of his lust-swollen 
penis, and Ellen shivered in revulsion and disgust at the sight of it. 

The sadistic little convict's hands pressed into Sylvia's fearfully cringing 
abdomen and then mashed the softly fleshed white orbs of her already 
squashed buttocks more firmly to the floor. He poised his now fully erect 
member just inside the straining entryway, keeping it there for what seemed 
to be several eternities. 

Ellen could see the blood-engorged cockhead throb and jerk as it slowly 
expanded Sylvia's small elastic cuntal mouth and pressed her wetly pink 
flesh inward. The full outer lips of the wailing gang girl's glistening 
pussy spread further and further apart, and small wisps of pubic hair 
brushed and curled around the sides of his pulsating stiffness poised 
between them. Then, suddenly, Vito shoved his long thick cudgel brutally 
into the tightly stretched cuntal opening, and the red layer of vaginal 
flesh sunk inward as his massively hard cock slithered all the way to the 
hilt into her, bringing a scream of pain from Sylvia's lips. 

"Aaaaaargh! You're hurting meeeee!" 

The blood drained from Ellen's head, and she sank back in a near-faint 
against the mattress where she sat only inches away from the couple's wildly 
thrashing legs. She felt dizzy and her vision blurred to the point where she 
thought she was going to pass out completely, but she didn't. Instead, her 
heart beat in her throat and she began trembling, half in fear and half in 
something she didn't quite understand. An obscene memory suddenly flooded 
into her mind without warning. She had been brutally taken like this last 
night! It had been different with... with, who? Who? Abruptly she 
remembered! 

She was no longer in the shabby warehouse, watching Vito's cruel violation 
of Billy's discarded girlfriend. No, now she was back on the beach and 
peering over the sand dune, stunned at the unbelievable image of the boy 
fucking her very own sister, while a second man waited his turn! Jennifer 
had been wildly ecstatic-- lewdly enthusiastic and enjoying it--as she 
lifted her heels onto the boy's buttocks in an effort to force his penis 
deeper, deeper into her insanely thrusting loins that writhed so wantonly 
back and forth while her vagina climbed steadily up the lewd pole of the 
boy's stiffened white flesh thrusting into her like a piston rod. 

Everything looked the same to Ellen, except that now she could see the 
all-too- vivid close-up of Sylvia's blushing pussy flesh clinging to Vito's 
wetly glistening penis on the outstroke, before the cuntal lips disappeared 
back inside as the little convict rammed his hardened shaft forward again. 
There was one other difference between the scene with Jennifer, her sister, 
and what was happening here! Jennifer had been almost delirious with sexual 
enjoyment. Sylvia was screaming like a wounded animal. 

Ellen wanted to ask Billy to stop the attack, but she knew it was useless. 
Vito was already master of the girl that he had beaten into a yelling mass 
of submission; it was only a matter of seconds before Sylvia became adjusted 
to the rape. Even so, Billy couldn't have interfered if he wanted to; he had 
offered the gang girl to Vito and allowed the brutal little sadist to 
mistreat her, and now Vito's first maniacal strokes into her wetly cringing 
cunt had sealed the poor helpless girl's fate. 

Sylvia's mouth opened and contorted soundlessly on her anguished face, too 
stunned to even make a protest. She twisted her nakedly voluptuous body to 
escape the hotly stabbing cock, but Vito thrust harder, screwing his pelvis 
tighter into her loins so there was no escape. She was trapped... trapped, 
and he lay over her for a moment wanting her to realize the helplessness of 
her position, proud that he could hurt her this way. 

From the beginning when the tall brunette had tortured and teased him to the 
point of madness, Vito had known it would be like this if he could only get 
his long hard cock into her smart-assed softness. And he was skewered into 
her good now; she was so deeply impaled on his rod of flesh that he could 
hurt her all he wanted, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. 
After all, Billy himself had said, "Do whatever you want." The wiry little 
sadist reveled in the power he had over the leader's former girlfriend as he 
flexed the head of his impatiently throbbing cock against the tight wall of 
her wetly cringing cunt, bringing a low moan from the stuck-up bitch's 
gaping mouth. 

Sylvia choked and sputtered beneath him in her ultimate humiliation of being 
the leader's rejected girlfriend now at the mercy of the sadistically 
sniveling Vito. In only a few hours her pride and assurance had plunged to 
depths of shame and fear beyond her wildest imagination. She knew that she 
would be tossed to Cash and Pop -both of whom hated her arrogance--when Vito 
was through with her body. They would shamelessly abuse her and violently 
fuck her when and how they desired until her young body lay hopelessly 
battered on the dirty floor, totally useless to anyone. She had seen it 
happen to other girls, but she had never believed it would happen to her. 
Never! 

"Billy, baby, God, make him stop. Please make him stop," she moaned as Vito 
flexed his throbbing hardness mockingly inside her again. 

"Fuck off, you bitch," the gang leader said cruelly. 

Sylvia's bulging eyes gaped wider in piteous disbelief when Billy continued 
to sit silently in his chair next to the fearfully crouching Ellen on the 
mattress; he merely stared at his former girlfriend stonily and without 
sympathy. He had given his word to Vito and his men and he couldn't go back 
on it. The sensually naked brunette began to toss her head wildly from side 
to side on the dirty floor as the realization struck her with grim certainty 
that she had completely lost her power over her only possible defender... 
that another woman had taken her place... and she was no longer the proud 
and untouchable queen... only another helpless female. 

Then Vito sank his impatiently pulsing hardness brutally deeper, beginning 
to plunge into her with long hard strokes that enveloped the full length of 
his erectly throbbing prick. The naked young gang girl pulled back under 
him, grinding her firmly fleshed buttocks down against the floor in pain, 
and moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding body. Her mouth gaped open wide 
as her jet black hair flailed from side to side on the hard floorboards 
again and again in utter anguish. A whimper gurgled from her throat as Vito 
clenched his cruelly digging fingers under the backs of her thighs and 
pulled her legs forward until her knees were pressed against her shoulders. 
She was wet and open and helpless now, and he had complete access to her 
voluptuous young body as he began to fuck into her with ever-increasing 
brutal, hard-driving strokes. 

"Oooooooooo God, Billy, stop him. Stop him!" Sylvia shrieked, then gagged in 
pain. 

There was a seemingly endless pause lasting so long that Ellen thought Billy 
wouldn't even bother to answer his former girlfriend. "Sorry," the gang 
leader finally spat out at her nakedly thrashing young body, "but I ain't 
got no sympathy for bitches that cross me." 

"Oh God, anybody else, but not Vito! He's horrible!" Sylvia wailed to no one 
in particular, realizing her pleas to Billy were useless. 

Her wild supplications and moans were cut off abruptly when, without any 
prior warning, Vito's hand swung over her face and he smashed his flat palm 
down hard on her half-open mouth. Sylvia's further pleas were choked back 
deep in her chest and issued forth over the hand around her mouth in 
incoherent mumblings and piteous gurglings. The sadistic Vito, inflamed by 
her insults and encouraged by Billy's silence, spread his hand over her 
mouth and under the tall brunette's nostrils until Ellen thought that surely 
the girl would suffocate, but all the while the mumblings continued while 
Vito wildly thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her more violently and 
brutally than before. 

Sylvia was torturously bent now, her knees pulled back over her shoulders 
and scraping against the floorboards on each side of her head. 

Above her jackknifed form, Vito's stiff arm ground into her mouth and 
extended above her face like a lever from which the rest of his wiry little 
body slapped and beat against Sylvia's naked voluptuousness in an even more 
lust-crazed momentum. Below her, his long stiff hardness thrust mercilessly 
with all his strength into the tight little cuntal opening of her upraised 
crotch being presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. The long 
dangling leathery sac of his sperm-bloated balls swung lewdly beneath his 
legs, slamming fiercely into the sweating crevice of her quivering young 
rectum with each harsh stroke; the obscene sight caused Ellen to shiver with 
terror and repugnance from where she sat behind the lewdly splayed legs of 
the couple. 

She didn't want to hear and covered her ears, but nothing could shut out 
those animal-like sounds of fucking. She closed her eyes in an attempt to 
separate herself from the salacious spectacle transpiring before her, but 
she involuntarily opened them wide again when she heard Vito ram into the 
gang girl so hard that her back bounced up and down against the floorboards. 

Ellen stiffened, her eyes agape in horror as the sadistic little rapist 
seemed to lose all control of himself and began to churn and revolve his 
pelvis into the girl's widely-stretched pink vaginal slit in a maniacal 
sexual frenzy. His downward thrusts slammed Sylvia's softly fleshed buttocks 
down hard against the floor, and when he pulled outward he dragged her whole 
sweating body up with a wet sucking sound. Ellen thought that surely Vito 
would kill the tall brunette as she saw right before her eyes his already 
long, blood-engorged instrument expand and lengthen to monstrous proportions 
with each stroke he made into the girl. 

The helpless young blonde hostage quivered involuntarily at the sight of the 
wet inflamed flesh of Sylvia's tightly clasping vagina being drawn out and 
then sucked inward with each thrust that the long white cock made into her 
moist warm hole. 

And then Ellen gasped aloud as she heard a low guttural sound coming from 
deep in Vito's chest and saw his wiry little body slam into the girl one 
final time as though he meant to drive her through the floor. He buckled and 
collapsed over her half way, falling onto her painfully quaking chest as his 
naked buttocks indented and he began spewing his white sticky sperm deep 
into Sylvia's defenselessly upraised cunt. 

Ellen saw his hands flail out and tangle cruelly on the girl's hips, holding 
her pelvis to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his wildly jerking 
penis all the way down to her cervix. White sticky liquid bubbled up and 
overflowed around the thick base of his wetly glistening cock, the heated 
cum oozing down his trembling thighs and into the wide-spread crevice 
between Sylvia's buttocks. 

As his cock slowly deflated in the tortured gang girl's stretched and 
battered cunt, Ellen could see the wetness continue to slowly seep out until 
it was puddling in a pearl-colored pool of thick liquid on the bare wood 
floor. Sylvia's legs had fallen heavily to the side, and Vito continued to 
lie on top of her for a good while in a collapsed heap, until his gradually 
deflating cock slipped out of the tight sheath-like cunt with a wet sucking 
sound. Then the little convict crawled cockily to his feet, and stood over 
the girl's limp defeated form with a proud expression on his face as he 
pulled up his pants and zipped up his fly. She wasn't so high and mighty 
now, she was no longer too good for him, and she and everyone else knew it. 
He delighted in the way she flinched and closed her eyes, unable to protest 
any longer, when she saw him smiling down at her tautly heaving belly that 
was filled with his hot cum. Billy had made a big mistake, he gloated, he 
had forced Sylvia down to Vito's level, and now she would be with him 
against Billy in the future. 

Sylvia closed her eyes and lay absolutely still on the floor. Her long 
tapered legs were still nakedly separated, revealing a pubic mound soaked 
and glistening with thin sticky trails of the semen Vito had just pumped 
into her, but it didn't matter any more. Five minutes ago she had been the 
proud and untouchable queen, the leader's girl, and now she had sunk to the 
depths of the gang whore from where she could never return. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Ellen turned where she sat on the mattress next to Billy's chair, and saw 
him glare at the vanquished, miserable form across from them with a 
contemptuous condescending look. He seemed to have no sympathy whatsoever, 
no pity for the girl at all, and Ellen sensed it was because he foresaw an 
equally harsh fate awaiting him tomorrow. He had struck her as colder than 
the others from the first, but she had never seen him so aloof, and she was 
glad--for some reason she didn't understand--that he seemed to have a 
special fondness for her. 

Or, at least, he had seemed to before, but now she wasn't so sure. 

The gang leader had sunk into an angry mood of depression since the 
well-dressed stranger had arrived and made him look like such a fool in 
front of the others whom he was already having problems bending to his 
leadership. Ellen knew that, in this horrible frame of mind he was in now, 
he would make great demands on her, and she was more frightened of him than 
she had ever been before. But she would exert every ounce of her energy and 
concentration to satisfy those demands no matter how perverted or gross--and 
to please him so as not to lose her position of favor with him. The other 
fate of being thrown to the others, and particularly Vito, was inconceivably 
worse. "Uuuuuuhhhhhh." 

Ellen's attention shifted abruptly back to the girl on the floor. Sylvia 
moaned in a low incoherent voice through her daze of pain and began to move 
her limbs tentatively as though to see if they still worked. She seemed to 
be coming slowly back to life, and gradually she opened her eyes and lifted 
a limp arm to her forehead to push back her wildly tousled jet black hair. 
She managed to raise herself painfully onto one elbow from where she stared 
hard at Billy and Ellen, glaring at them both with a look of implacable 
hatred. 

"You picked that bitch, Billy. Well, alright! You take her," she spoke in a 
faint cracked voice. "But you better enjoy her before I get her, cause I'm 
gonna cut her to tiny shreds." 

Chills ran the full length of Ellen's spine as the girl's bitter eyes seemed 
to pierce through her. Sylvia slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position 
on the floor and then wobbled onto her knees like a drunken woman. Ellen 
looked at her tottering, unsteady figure and only then realized the full 
sensual beauty of the girl for the first time. She was much taller than 
Ellen and possessed an arrogant animalistic sense of assurance even in her 
present battered condition. Her shoulders were broad and supported enormous 
widely-spaced breasts with large dark pink nipples like the petals of 
flowers. She created an illusion of strength and delicacy at the same time, 
and her sliver of a waist blossomed out over wide womanly hipbones to the 
roundness of her firmly fleshed buttocks. Her lithe, strong looking limbs 
and flashing eyes reminded Ellen of a cat that was about to pounce, and 
Ellen shuddered as she considered what might happen to her once the girl did 
get her strength back. Her pride had suffered a disastrous blow and, though 
there was nothing the girl could do to retrieve her lost status, Ellen 
sensed she would do everything for revenge on the person she considered 
responsible. And that person was Ellen! Instinctively, the young blonde 
hostage found herself glancing frantically at Billy for protection. He was 
her single bulwark of security in this depraved chaotic world against the 
rejected and angry girlfriend. 

Ellen began trembling in spite of herself and moved closer to the gang 
leader. Her fearfully trembling hand shook his arm as though to alarm him to 
the impending danger. She cringed behind his chair until he was directly 
positioned between her and the infuriated girl, seeking vengeance. Her mind 
grew almost frantic with fear again, and she realized she would beg or 
humiliate herself in any way that he required for his strength and 
protection. She had to, there was no one else to turn to. 

Billy had been drinking heavily and he chuckled out loud as he felt the 
blonde bitch tugging in panic on his arm. She was in a position of complete 
dependence on him now, he knew it, and she knew it! He hadn't planned for 
Sylvia's wrath to drive the girl to him, but now that it had happened he 
wasn't too surprised. He had known from the beginning that he couldn't lose 
in his desire to totally possess her, it was just a matter of the particular 
circumstances that would drive her to him. If it hadn't been this, it would 
have been something else, probably Vito. 

As it was, he was satisfied. No matter how it had happened. The young blonde 
girl was now groveling at his feet and tugging at his arm as though he were 
her absolute last hope in life--trembling like a frightened little wild 
animal in sheer terror of what could and would happen to her if the 
humiliated Sylvia ever got her hands on her. And she was correct in her 
fear! He knew what Sylvia was capable of doing to another female if she ever 
got the opportunity; it had taken 197 stitches to close the knife wounds on 
that Puerto Rican girl. But she wasn't getting the opportunity. No, he would 
take the blonde girl to bed with him tonight, and Sylvia would have more 
than her hands full as soon as she was alone with the others. They would be 
even rougher with her than they had been with the blonde bitch, but that was 
all right. Finding oneself at the whims of others seemed to be the order of 
the moment. He realized that he, too, was at the behest of the arrogant 
stranger, just like Sylvia was at his command. If things didn't go well he 
would pay for the miscalculations just as Sylvia was suffering for her 
miscalculation of not leveling with him about laying around town while he 
was behind bars. Still, though, his decision to toss her to that little 
bastard Vito had been made in a moment of anger. He wished he hadn't done 
it, but there was nothing he could do about it now, and it seemed to fit in 
with this new incomprehensible system of justice. 

The only thing left for him to do was to enjoy himself, and he planned to 
enjoy this night, probably his last night in the United States, with Ellen 
to the fullest. He would take from her all she had to give and more besides. 
Last night he had heard her shrieking out her wild orgasms; she was a hot 
little fuck, even if she didn't know it herself yet. Yes, he would put her 
through all the paces he could think of, and he wasn't going to let this 
tenderness he seemed to momentarily feel for her get in the way of his 
pleasure. It had been a long time since he had felt this gentleness toward 
anyone and it bothered him. There wasn't any way to consider it but utter 
sentimental weakness and he meant to overcome it. In fact, it would be 
dangerous for him if he started thinking like that. 

Still, though, last night it had almost torn him apart when he had laid in 
the other room and listened to her screaming and fighting impossibly against 
the greater strength of his underlings when the men had taken her. Then her 
screams had turned to moans, then mewls, then shrieking encouragement to 
"fuck harder!" It had been humiliating for her, he guessed, but there was 
nothing he could have done about it. He had offered her as prize in the crap 
game and hadn't considered the possibility of himself losing. Well, he had 
lost her, and once that had happened there was nothing he could have done 
for her. She'd had to eat her humble pie just like he'd had to this 
afternoon with the man and Sylvia was doing now. Still, maybe tonight the 
blonde girl would get with it and really enjoy it; after all, he was 
prepared to be gentle as long as she wanted him to be gentle. 

His attention suddenly jerked back to the brutal present with the tightening 
of Ellen's hand on his arm once again. He started when her fingers grasped 
his hairy forearm in a tight pinch, and he looked back in time to see the 
homicidal Sylvia swaying on her feet towards Ellen with her face contorted 
in an unbelievable look of venomous hatred and anger. The tall brunette 
tottered on her shaking legs and her arms swooped out in front of her 
unsteady body as though she were about to pounce on the crouching Ellen, 
then she did exactly that... 

"Catch her, Cash," Billy shouted quickly, trying to fend off the suddenly 
attacking Rex who thought Sylvia was coming at his master. 

Cash jumped forward, intercepting Sylvia in her wild lurch towards Ellen, 
and clenched his powerful arms in a vise-like grip around her nakedly supple 
shoulders and neck. Sylvia tottered out of balance for a moment in mid-air, 
then fell back against Cash's chest, her falling weight sliding down his 
front until her bare buttocks hit the floor. She lay at his feet totally 
naked and helpless, and stared vacantly at the rough plank flooring. There 
was no fight left in her now at all and she covered her face with her hands, 
beginning to sob uncontrollably as she realized her attack on Ellen had only 
succeeded in speeding her ravishment by another one of the men. 

Cash grabbed her by the arms and dragged her like a dead horse over to 
another chair. Then he sat on the chair and grinned down at her, enjoying 
the spectacle of her kneeling naked like a slave at his feet. He, too, had 
grown tired of her haughty airs and flirtatious looks that were really meant 
to mock him, since she knew as well as he that Billy would kill him if he 
ever touched her. Well, she had lost her protector! He had wondered for too 
long what her full soft lips would look like warmly ovalled around his long 
white cock, and he was about to find out now. 

He was about to find out just exactly how it would feel to shoot his hot 
stream of impatient cum down that long swan-like throat. He would spew it 
into her until her adam's apple bobbed up and down as she gulped it into her 
to keep from choking. The thought of his heatedly pulsating hardness wormed 
between those untouchable lips that had scorned him before, goaded his organ 
into a rock-like rigidness that jerked painfully against his pants. He bent 
over, a lewd grin on his face, and with the thumb and forefinger of his 
right hand pulled her lower lip tight between his fingers, enjoying her look 
of startled horror. He pulled the full fleshy lip out, studying its soft 
pink undersides, and relished the obscene feeling of power it gave him to 
watch her beautiful young face as it dawned on her what he meant to do to 
her. 

Ellen froze. She could not move and her heart raced in total sympathy for 
the girl who strained her head backwards, the cords in her neck standing 
out, trying to escape the teasing fingers in her mouth. The men were heaping 
more and more humiliations upon her. They would not stop. The blonde hostage 
knew that the girl was an avowed enemy and that Sylvia would hurt and maim 
her without thoughts of mercy or hesitation if she got the chance. Ellen 
also knew that she was lucky it was Sylvia there so nakedly prostrate at the 
man's knees and not her. But she couldn't help identifying completely with 
the tall brunette for this was what had happened to her last night when Cash 
had brutally raped her vagina at the same time the grossly fat Pops had 
raped her virginal mouth. 

"What ya movin' back for?" Cash chuckled down to the once-haughty girl 
kneeling at his feet. "Ya know it ain't gonna do ya no good, and ya might as 
well enjoy it." 

Billy's former girlfriend began trembling visibly beneath him, and her 
sudden obvious display of fear signaled clearly to everyone in the shabby 
room that she knew Cash was right and that she was hopelessly cornered. 

Then, even as Ellen watched in sympathy, the trembling ceased, and the gang 
girl regained her almost arrogant sense of animal-like composure. The 
piteous expression on her face was replaced by a fatalistic acceptance as 
she realized it was useless to continue to resist Cash or the demands of the 
men that would follow. Anyway, nothing could be as bad as what she had 
already gone through, nothing could equal the shame and humiliation of lying 
wide and open under weasel-like little sadist, Vito, and feeling his 
depraved sperm ricocheting around in every inch of her belly. 

No... there was no hope whatever of escape from her defenseless position. 
Billy was not going to help her, and she might as well do everything she 
could to please the men and get them on her side for later... when she 
sought her revenge on that blonde bitch who had taken her man away. 

Yes, it was Ellen's fault that Sylvia was now in this degrading and shameful 
position before the men that she wouldn't have stooped to spit on under 
ordinary circumstances. Ellen had taken her protector away from her and 
stolen the position that Sylvia had always possessed, and now she was 
utterly helpless and vulnerable before Billy's men. But she would get even, 
she would make Ellen suffer each indignity she was going through herself 
now. What Sylvia had to fuck, Ellen would fuck. What Sylvia had to suck, 
Ellen would suck. She would make that bitch go through everything she'd had 
to and more... and then she'd fix her so no man would ever want her again... 
maybe even perform a little plastic surgery on her--the same kind that was 
used on the Puerto Rican bitch Alicia, "Titless Alicia", they called her 
now. 

Then Sylvia's thoughts of sweet revenge abruptly faded as she saw the hungry 
expression on the faces of Cash and Pop... and Vito again. Her fear returned 
as she recalled how she had mocked and teased each of the men, and something 
about their cruelly glinting eyes made her realize how completely aware they 
were of the disdain and scorn she'd always had for them. There wasn't a one, 
not even Pop, that she hadn't led on with promising glances and then dropped 
with a mocking laugh, or that she could count on now not to take full 
revenge on her and put her through all she had coyly hinted at when she had 
been teasing them. There would be no mercy for her, and now that her time 
had come, she knew she would get it good and hard, right down her screaming 
throat... just like so many other women she'd seen brutally gang fucked in 
the past. 

"That's right," Cash hissed down at her suddenly submissive form. "Part of 
playing the game is losing. You've got to know how to lose. And, baby, you 
just lost. Did you ever!" 

Sylvia's glance shot up to Cash, her eyes burning in a reflection of her 
inner fear and contempt for him, but she didn't speak or move a single one 
of her sleekly velvet muscles. Instead, her face turned into a kind of mask, 
a death mask--expressionless and totally immobile--as though she had 
suddenly thrown a switch which had shut off all feelings, both mental and 
physical. Cash bent down and cupped his hands over her large nakedly 
swinging breasts, and she remained still, looking like a statue of a Greek 
Aphrodite with only a slight quivering of her nostrils belying the anger and 
revulsion building deep inside her. 

"I love a good loser," the stocky convict chortled, his voice becoming 
hoarse from his mounting excitement. 

He ran his open palms over the full weight of her firmly rounded white 
breasts and then pulled with his thumbs and forefingers at the small pink 
nipples. The exposed buds quivered and throbbed into hardness at the 
squeezing pressure of his harsh touch. His breath deepened and grew heavier 
with lewd desire, he was all too aware of the control he had over her and 
moved his hands with tortuous slowness down to the curving indentation of 
her small narrow waist. All the while, the tall brunette kneeled perfectly 
still; she was forced to let him do what he would with her. 

"I ain't takin' no seconds," he murmured as though in explanation as he bent 
lower over her. "I ain't goin' to fuck you where Vito did. No, you're gonna 
take my prick in your sweet little mouth and suck it good." 

Still, he let his hands roam slowly over the flatness of her firmly taut 
belly and then gradually moved to her sparse, kinky hair-covered pubic 
mound. He ran one outstretched finger between the swollen, tender-fleshed 
cuntal lips into the warm steaming slit still wet and slippery from the 
repeated gushes of heatedly thick sperm Vito had spewed into her a short 
while ago. Sylvia began trembling again, and Cash smiled confidently as he 
continued his probing exploration. A low helpless groan escaped from between 
her tightly clenched teeth when his finger slid mockingly over the straining 
little bud of her clitoris. 

His arms swung out suddenly, and he harshly grabbed at the quivering white 
cheeks of her full firm ass. Sylvia jerked and squealed as he stretched the 
damp crevice between her buttocks wide and searched with the tip of his 
extended middle finger for her tiny, tightly puckered anus. Suddenly, he 
found the cringing opening, and she jumped forward, almost crawling up his 
chest, to escape the first unexpected pain. The stocky convict ignored her 
squeal of protest and pressed hard, feeling the brown starred orifice give a 
little, and then suddenly the tight elastic anal ring gave way completely, 
and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint. 

Sylvia was struggling again now with every ounce of energy that she 
possessed in an attempt to escape the cruelly digging finger screwing into 
her buttocks. She pulled and pushed with all her strength at his arm that 
circled around her, but the movement merely increased the searing pain. 

"You're hurting me," she yelled, pounding on his chest with her fists. 

Cash turned his head and grinned down again at her naked young body 
quivering so helplessly on his single finger. He screwed it in deeper and 
his nail caught the flesh momentarily in her rectum, scraping her. She 
jerked and squealed again. Cash grinned from ear to ear obviously enjoying 
her pain and torment. The sight of the supple flesh of her curvaceous body 
kneeling vulnerably beneath him incited his lust even more. He gasped as he 
took in her large breasts dangling on each side of his legs, those same 
fantastic breasts that he had eyed in sacred lust so many times in the past. 
He wondered how they would look jerking and dancing below her pumping torso 
as she sucked the full length of his plunging cock buried deep in her warm, 
wetly clasping mouth. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her fucking 
tonsils when the moment came, he thought, feeling the pressure growing in 
his balls. 

Sylvia had discovered that the burning pain in her rectum diminished to a 
low throbbing hurt when she didn't move, and now she knelt before him in 
statue-like submission. She tried to forget her present anguish and 
humiliation and concentrated instead on what she would do to the little 
blonde bitch when she got her hands on her. And she knew that she would 
sooner or later. She would keep her mouth closed and not say anything more 
against the girl; and in a matter of hours she would find herself alone with 
the girl. Then she would make the bitch suffer all the degradation she was 
going through now. It would be an easy matter to turn the other men on the 
girl, and if they weren't around... well, she would enjoy slowly slicing her 
beauty into ugly little pieces. She knew she was stronger than the girl, her 
mind raced on in her anger and hate. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled 
open. She moaned deep in her throat and her eyes shadowed in disgust and 
revulsion as Cash's free hand struggled with the opening of his pants. 

"I can see you're real anxious," he chided gleefully. "But we ain't gonna 
hurry. No, we got lot's a time." 

He lifted his buttocks slightly from the chair, his outstretched middle 
finger still wormed securely in the deepest recesses of her defenseless 
rectum, and tugged his pants down his hairy abdomen. They caught for a 
moment at the bulging obstacle of his now fully erect penis and then, 
suddenly freed, his massively throbbing cock jumped straight out from his 
belly. 

"Pull the pants down my legs," he grunted happily at her look of dismay. "I 
want to give you lots of room to work with." 

Sylvia complied after a second's hesitation and pulled his trousers down his 
heavy legs until they were bunched in a disordered heap around his ankles. 
Her head reeled at the sight of his pulsating blood- engorged penis cleaving 
out from his belly, and the sperm-inflated sac of his balls squashed against 
the seat of the chair. She fought the urge to slam them with her closed 
fist. But the gang girl knew better than to resist now, and she focused 
instead on the revenge she would seek later when she had the advantage. She 
flinched but didn't protest as Cash's free hand began to roam in wild 
excitement over every inch of her nakedly exposed torso that kneeled in a 
position of lewd subservience before him. 

Cash's eyes moved gloatingly over the voluptuous curves that had been denied 
him for so long but were now hovering beneath him like a pagan making a 
sacrificial offering. His hand harshly kneaded her firm globular breasts, 
her resiliently rounded ass cheeks, and the smooth soft flesh at the curve 
of her sleek upper thighs until he could stand no longer the maddening 
torture building deep in his balls. 

Suddenly, and without any prior warning, his hand tangled in her hair and 
pulled Sylvia's sensually beautiful young face closer to his jutting groin. 
Her eyes widened at the full view of his impatiently pulsing penis with its 
mighty sac of sperm-bloated testicles only scant inches in front of her. Her 
mouth tightened in revulsion as his free hand circled around the long thick 
cock and gradually pulled the heavy foreskin back, exposing the red bulbous 
head. The stocky convict shifted closer and Sylvia closed her eyes as he 
began moving the thick blunt hardness over her upturned face. She began 
trembling again in shame and humiliation as she felt it rub like a red-hot 
poker over her cheeks and around the edges of her tightly closed mouth. 

Ellen's skin turned beet red in embarrassment for the girl who was forced to 
remain on her knees before the man and forced to feel his throbbing hardness 
rub over the softness of her face as his thick finger began to fuck rapidly 
in and out of her defenselessly puckering little rectum. 

"Aaaaaaaargh," the tall brunette moaned in pain as the finger began 
skewering ever more violently into the sensitive spongy depths of her anus. 

"Open your mouth," Cash commanded with a lewd grin on his face. Sylvia 
hesitated a moment, and his hands tightened painfully in her silky black 
hair, pulling the skin back from her temples. 

Ellen's eyes widened in horror at the terrifying scene of humiliation and 
torture rapidly building into utter depravity and animalism before her 
unbelieving eyes. Had this been the way she looked last night when Pop had 
fucked in and out of her mouth? 

Cash began groaning now, foul obscenities spewing from his contorted lips as 
he roughly shoved the girl's face deep into his groin. He spread his heavy 
thighs and the girl's entire head seemed to sink into the hairy depths 
surrounding his testicles. His hand, tangling painfully in the jet black 
hair, guided her wetly parted lips over the fleshy, swollen sac of his balls 
dangling down between his widespread legs, then slowly forced her face down 
the inner sides of his eagerly trembling thighs. 

Then abruptly, as though he could stand his own cruel torturing no longer, 
he ripped the finger from her anus and, with both hands free now, yanked her 
head roughly by the hair until her face was once again poised directly over 
his long violently throbbing cock. Without further hesitation, he gruffly 
thrust his loins forward and groaned when the warm moistness of her open 
mouth closed over the sensitive head of his pulsating hardness. 

"Now suck my cock, baby," he swallowed deeply above the girl haunched over 
his loins. "Suck it good and hard, and I'll give you a present." 

Slowly the girl began to nibble in fear of the further pain and humiliation 
that would come to her if she refused him. Ellen watched the lewd effects of 
the gang girl's efforts play over Cash's face as the convict felt the first 
moist firm pull of Sylvia's lips over his cock, then the warm suction when 
she slowly lifted her head and let his long member slide wetly through the 
tightly clasping insides of her mouth. An involuntary whimper of dismay and 
shame escaped from Ellen's lips as the scene brought back lewd memories of 
the previous night and her own mouth working obscenely over Pop's stiffened 
penis in the same utter helplessness. The sight of Sylvia sucking away, 
coupled with her own memories, caused a momentary twitch in Ellen's suddenly 
moistening vagina. Vague, dimly felt echoes of her repeated orgasms rippled 
faintly through her loins, and quickly she forced herself to begin thinking 
of other things. 

"C'mon, baby, c'mon," Cash grunted fiercely and pulled maliciously at her 
hair. "Suck harder, harder... suck goddamn you! Ahhhh, that's more like it, 
you beautiful little cocksucker. Ahhhh... " Sylvia's head began a rapid 
bobbing rhythm and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. The flesh of 
her tightly compressed lips pulled out grotesquely and clung to the long 
white trunk of his penis as she nibbled and licked, her frightened mind 
caught up in the task with all her concentration. The kneeling girl twirled 
her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head on each 
outstroke, and the nerve-tingling lick made the cock tip throb and jerk so 
that the entire long column seemed to grow rapidly right before Ellen's 
eyes. 

"Don't stop, keep sucking like that, keep sucking!" he gasped to the 
tortured girl who slaved dutifully below him, her body glistening from the 
tiny droplets of sweat that began to form over her skin. 

The gasping-in-pleasure convict's hands tangled tighter in Sylvia's long 
black hair, and he began to convulsively ram his massive male hardness 
farther and farther down her throat. He bent his head slightly to the side 
in order to watch her contorted face. The profile of his hardened shaft 
sawed rhythmically in and out of her wetly ovalled mouth and disappeared 
with each vicious inward thrust he made until only a little stretch of it 
showed white and glistening as it lewdly protruded from between her lips. 

Ellen twisted her hands nervously around the back rungs of Billy's chair and 
watched helplessly. She prayed desperately that the gang's attention 
wouldn't suddenly return to her in the terrible heat of passion that they 
had all worked themselves into from watching Sylvia's dancing torso, her 
naked young breasts jerking and swaying lewdly as her mouth pumped up and 
down over Cash's still erect cock. Pop hovered anxiously around the couple, 
his eyes gleaming in obscene anticipation while he waited his turn with the 
haughty fallen queen of the gang and Vito leaned against the wall, stroking 
his own once again hardened cock between both of his hands at the same time. 
Ellen glanced up at Billy, a silent plea for protection in her eyes, but he 
looked at her impassively, then turned back to watch the obscene spectacle. 
She found herself hoping that he would take her to his room soon, just as he 
had said he was going to do at the beginning of the horrible evening. The 
blonde hostage knew from his rapid breathing and bulging pants that he was 
excited from watching the cruel assault on Sylvia and that he would do 
terrible things to her and expect her to do disgusting things to him. No 
matter how disgusting, though, she would do it because it would get her 
safely out of the room and away from the wantonly perverted scene that 
threatened to make her sick at any moment. No, nothing could be as bad as 
this, even submitting to Billy's whims. 

Cash groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the naked young 
brunette kneeled before him like a lowly slave. Sylvia could feel the spongy 
heated head rub the full length of her tongue before embedding itself deep 
in her throat, and could taste and smell the sharp pungent flavor and odor 
of the tiny droplets of seminal fluid that seeped from the tip of his cock 
in his rising excitement. But she didn't think about what was about to 
happen; she considered instead the cruel and bizarre punishments she would 
mete out when she got her hands on the rotten blonde bitch who was 
responsible for this. Her thoughts returned to the task at hand only when 
Cash's hands pushed her wetly clinging mouth down harder on the long hard 
cock screwing so mercilessly into her face. 

She began sucking to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in the stormy seas 
over his maniacally pumping loins. She sucked demon-like, swishing her 
tongue with a vengeance now around and around the throbbing head sliding in 
and out of her widely ovalled lips--wanting him to cum and get it over with. 
Her mouth was full of saliva and she hollowed the smooth wet insides on the 
outstroke and expanded them on the instroke, allowing her hot breath to race 
over the air cooled trunk with a maddening rhythm. Cash's semen-laden balls 
beat a staccato rhythm against her upturned young chin, and the 
saliva-matted curly blonde pubic hair covering his lower stomach brushed 
against her face with frantic thrust for release. 

Cash's desire mounted with the lewd power he now had over the girl who 
submissively accepted his cock's violent plunges into her mouth and even 
matched them with a driving, sucking vengeance of her own. He clasped his 
palms tight against her ears and enjoyed the way she tightened her lips and 
increased the speed of her movement even more, as though she would do 
anything to appease him. He wanted to spurt his hot cum all the way down her 
throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst. He wanted 
to debase and completely humiliate this smart-ass little prick-tease for all 
the times she had deliberately tormented him when she was under Billy's 
protection. 

Now Billy's presence magnified his pleasure because he knew it made Sylvia's 
predicament that much more shameful and degrading. She was sucking 
voraciously on Cash's rapidly expanding cock while both she and he knew that 
Billy himself was watching. All the men were watching the way he had brought 
Sylvia to her knees and forced the former girlfriend of their leader to work 
to please him like the lowest of prostitutes. He watched her lick and suck 
on his thickly thrusting cock, and as the image transcribed itself obscenely 
on his brain, he felt the pressure growing in his balls... and he knew it 
wouldn't be much longer now. He could hardly wait for the moment when he 
spewed his white hot stream of cum in rushing gushes into her mouth and 
forced her to swallow it down that pretty little throat of hers. 

The nakedly kneeling brunette's head bobbed wildly now in her desperation, 
and he felt the unbearable pressure building--building deep in his 
impatiently pulsating balls. It felt like he was sitting on a ticking time 
bomb that was about to go off. There could be no more waiting, something had 
to give before he exploded in a thousand different directions. Then he felt 
his erupting sperm begin its mad race up the long length of his insanely 
jerking cock. 

The moment was now! 

He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being 
tortured by fire. His head fell back and he arched his loins up into her 
slavering young face, tangling his hands cruelly in her hair and holding her 
head tight against his loins while he rammed his long exploding shaft into 
the tight warm softness between her tongue and the roof of her sucking 
mouth. He groaned over and over again, and a low guttural sound started from 
deep in his chest as he pushed the wildly jerking penis all the way down to 
her tonsils. His hands pressed hard against her cheeks so that her mouth 
tightened while he convulsively fucked his lust-hardened cock deeper and 
deeper into her mouth. 

Then he felt his cum spewing out thick heated streams into the soft sanctity 
of her wet young mouth. Gush after gush of the white hot sperm bloated her 
cheeks outward with each bullet-like squirt and she swallowed frantically to 
keep from choking... gasping and gagging at his thrusting loins. His hands 
tangled in her hair and held her warmly ovalled mouth tight to the emptying 
cock while he shot the last of his heated load deep into the confines of her 
still sucking mouth and until every last drop of the warm sticky sperm had 
been nibbled from his rapidly deflating hardness. 

The flaccid penis slipped slowly with a wet sucking sound from the girl's 
mouth, but her throat continued to tighten and untighten, swallowing in 
great desperate gulps in an effort to clear her mouth and throat of his warm 
pungent sperm. 

Ellen was so overwhelmed and transfixed by the horrible and depraved 
spectacle of Cash cumming in the girl's mouth that she hadn't even noticed 
Billy's hand roaming familiarly over her back and softly curved buttocks 
from where she sat next to him. But suddenly her attention reeled back to 
her own vulnerable situation when she heard him rise from the chair and felt 
his hands cup under her arms to pull her to a standing position. She began 
trembling in fear, but didn't struggle as Billy, incited by the lewdly 
obscene performance, began leading her across the floor to his room and the 
long night of submission that awaited her. Sylvia's challenge to Billy's 
authority had provided for Ellen only a temporary respite, she realized with 
dreading full awareness now, and once again it was her turn to be used as a 
sex slave as she had been last night. Except that now there was just Billy, 
whereas last night there had been three, and she made up her mind to 
cooperate as best she could so as not to lose this advantage, as small and 
pitiful as it was. She allowed Billy to lead her down the hall to his room, 
hearing behind her the sounds of Sylvia whimpering as the grossly fat Pop 
prepared to take his turn at her. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The yellow triangle of light shining into Billy's room from the hallway 
slowly disappeared across the bare wooden floor when he reached back and 
softly closed the door behind them. In that moment before the door sealed 
her fate with a small click, Ellen thought she saw a tiny room with a 
blanket-covered mattress in the corner. An empty light fixture hung from the 
ceiling, but it didn't work, and Billy disappeared from his position close 
behind her to flare a match... then the shabby room glimmered with the light 
of a candle. 

Ellen sighed without much feeling as the bleakness of the dismal room 
registered on her exhausted mind. She had been horrified and shocked for so 
long that she couldn't have worked up any further distress if she had wanted 
to. Actually, though, when she looked around the dimly lit room with a view 
of starless sky evident beyond one cracked window, it seemed almost cozy, 
and she was glad to be there with Billy instead of back down the hall under 
the harsh glare of the hanging light, suffering further indignities from the 
others. 

The voluptuous young blonde stepped forward willingly when Billy's hand 
reached through the darkness and circled her slender wrist, pulling her down 
on the mattress beside him. Then the door swung open again, and she watched 
dully as he grunted in irritation and crawled back to his feet, walking 
across the room to slam the door. It sprang open a second time but he left 
it, exposing them to a long low wail of anguish from Sylvia once again being 
assaulted in the other room by the men. Ellen's heart began to pound as the 
piteous sounds stirred grim images in her mind of what was about to happen 
to her. She wanted to plead with Billy to close the door again, but she 
didn't. She sensed that the gang leader had fallen into a sullen bitter 
mood, and she was deathly afraid of inciting his anger. 

She jumped when his hand settled on her shoulder, pushing her backwards, but 
she fell obediently onto her back on the mattress. She stared as though in a 
trance at the light from the hallway reflecting now on the ceiling, too 
frightened to turn her head when she heard him stripping the clothing from 
his muscular body. She heard him unzipping his pants, then his belt hit with 
a loud clang against the floor, and she stiffened as he sat down on the 
mattress to pull the trousers and his undershorts off his ankles. Then there 
was just the horrible suspenseful silence which was broken only by 
occasional male grunts of passion mixed with small feminine protests coming 
from the other room. 

Ellen quivered and waited for the weight of his naked body to fall suddenly 
and heavily in plundering passion on her vulnerably reclining form, but it 
didn't. Instead, he sat quietly next to her, his deep breathing the only 
evidence of his rising passion, and glanced for a moment at the flickering 
shadows the candle cast on the crumbling walls before he turned slowly to 
her small deliciously curving form. Ellen didn't have to glance to the side 
to know that he was studying her barely covered young body, his hungry eyes 
traveling a slow burning path of hot desire and admiration up the entire 
length of her form, coming to rest on the protruding outline of her large 
ripely firm breasts beneath the torn ragged tee-shirt. 

"You're pretty," Ellen suddenly heard a voice speak softly below the frantic 
rising shrieks of Sylvia that were rapidly growing louder in intensity from 
the other room, and her first impulse was to cast a frightened glance around 
to see who it was that had spoken so gently. But no new assailant appeared, 
there was only herself and Billy on the mattress with their two separate 
shadows dancing against the wall. It was Billy who had spoken in that 
strange, suddenly tender voice. But it was a Billy that she hadn't prepared 
herself for after the long day in which he had seemed even more aloof and 
dangerously angry than usual. She had sensed a certain well-hidden 
protectiveness in his attitude towards her at first, but after his 
humiliating encounter with the stranger it had seemed to vanish. Now its 
reemergence left her confused and frightened. She had finally decided after 
permitting Vito's sadistically cruel assault on Sylvia--and obviously 
enjoying what the little killer had done to his ex-girlfriend--that he was 
as much an animal as the others. But now with this sudden tenderness of the 
leader she was unsure again. 

"I hope they didn't hurt ya," he spoke to the wall and then bent his head, 
almost as though he didn't want to face her from shyness or embarrassment. 

"I'm still alive," Ellen said suspiciously and glanced at his profile in 
order to see his reaction to her words. She didn't want to get her hopes up. 
She was surprised when he sighed heavily in seeming agreement at the horror 
of her predicament the previous night. 

"Aaaggghhhh--No! You're killing me--eeeeee!" 

Sylvia's high piercing shriek that came down the hall like the long wail of 
a siren interrupted the tender scene. Ellen hoped desperately for the second 
time since she had entered the small cave-like room that Billy would get up 
and close the door, but he didn't and she was still too aware of the power 
of life or death he had over her to ask him to do anything at all for her. 
Instead, he once again won her startled surprise when he unexpectedly 
reached into the pockets of the pants he had already removed and left on the 
floor, and then lit a cigarette; his face turned towards her revealed an 
unhoped-for gentleness over the flare of the match in his hand. 

Ellen waited for a seeming eternity while he leisurely smoked the cigarette 
and her torn emotions gradually changed from suspicion and fear to relief 
and acceptance. Yes, she thought, there was just no way of getting around 
the fact, as shocking and unacceptable as it would be if she were still back 
in her normal world, that it was better that she be sexually taken by 
Billy--as she knew he was going to do in a few minutes--than that she find 
herself once again suffering brutal and sadistic indecencies at the callous 
hands of the others. 

This reassuring train of thought came to a sudden halt when Ellen noticed 
Billy impatiently stubbing out his cigarette on the dirty bare floorboards 
after only two puffs. He turned towards her, revealing his fully naked body 
for the first time, and to her own surprise and amazement she didn't cringe 
or even glance away. She supposed that they had beaten and abused her so 
much in the last twenty-four hours that nothing could move her now except 
the terror of being thrown to the others to be used as a plaything as she 
had been before. Ellen jerked suddenly as Sylvia's abjectedly pleading moan 
and loud, sadistically gleeful laughter came from the next room. Yes, yes, 
she shuddered and sank back onto the bed, anything Billy did would be better 
than being the subject of those foul male comments coming down the hallway 
now, indicating that Pop was fucking into Sylvia while Cash and Vito watched 
in lewd pleasure. 

Billy laid his hand on Ellen's shoulder, mistaking her slight tremble in 
response to the crude remarks from the other men, as the beginning of 
surrender. And in a way, the half-drunk gang leader was right. Ellen's will 
to resist had finally been destroyed by the unrelenting torture and cruel 
pain that the men had put her through. At some inexact moment since the 
convicts had forced her into their truck off the country road, she had given 
up the struggle. She, herself, wasn't sure of when the exact turning point 
in her anguished emotions had occurred, for her resistance had disappeared 
so gradually and imperceptibly under the seemingly endless torture. All she 
knew now was that her hopes had changed, and she no longer aspired to escape 
the men but simply to endure them... to exist... to live! More than 
anything, she hoped that they wouldn't hurt her any more, and that when 
Billy made love to her, he wouldn't do it too cruelly. Her determination had 
been overcome by a fatigue-wracked desire to escape further pain, and now 
the tenderness with which he caressed her helped allay her fears... and she 
lay beneath him quietly and unprotesting. 

The convict, sobering now from the sight of the voluptuous young girl 
stretched languidly on the bed beside him, looked at her almost with 
reverence. He would have given anything in the world to possess her under 
different circumstances; to come home from a big office where he had a good 
thing going that enabled him to make the right pay-offs and live in peace... 
and find her waiting for him. Yeh, she was surrendering to him now. But what 
else could the poor little bitch do? He would have given everything to feel 
her squirming beneath him, needing him as much as he needed her. Or if not 
her, at least someone like her, someone young, pure, innocent, who thought 
he was and always would be Number One. The others had taken her last night, 
it was true, but he had heard her screams as they forced themselves on her 
with sheer brute strength; and anyway, her being there in the first place 
had been his own fucking fault. Then he'd heard her finally cumming and he 
had wished he'd been the one to do that for her. No, that didn't really 
count; the real obstacle between them was the ugliness of his past, his 
present, and his future. She was something only vaguely glimpsed through 
lace curtains, singing at a piano, when you're broke and on the lam. He 
could hardly expect her to throw herself at a two- bit criminal with his 
record. And tomorrow his role as fugitive would be sealed forever; sure, 
he'd be the big man then, but there would be no more chances for him to make 
a new start of it. After tomorrow, having a girl like that... well, it just 
couldn't happen! He would try to make it out of the country, and then maybe 
after a few years he could stop running, settle somewhere and build a new 
life. No, he would be lucky if he was still alive tomorrow night, and after 
that he might as well face the fact that there would be nothing but to keep 
moving. Forever. 

And... there was nothing he could do to stop the plan now. If he didn't 
participate in the killing, the other would do it... after leaving his body 
somewhere as destroyed evidence. There was not even any going back to prison 
now. He was trapped just like the senator, whom he didn't care about one way 
or the other. Except that he, Billy, had always been trapped. 

He wished that he could somehow explain all this to the innocent young girl 
to make her understand why he needed her so much tonight. 

But he knew he couldn't! Shit, he thought, we're worlds apart and she's so 
fucking afraid of me that she would never relax her suspicions enough to 
believe what I say, even if I could find the words to say it. No, she'd just 
have to go on believing that he was a murderer who would kill anyone, 
including her, without a second thought. The only chance he had to express 
his feelings would come when he made love to her. 

That was the only way... even if she wouldn't understand. 

Ellen's terrified young body began to shiver uncontrollably as she felt the 
gang leader reach forward and run his hands over the top of her jeans, 
looking for the opening of her pants. She wanted to look up and search his 
face in the candlelight, but she didn't dare. She was too afraid that she 
would disrupt this suddenly gentle mood that he was in and incite him to the 
savage lust with which he had brutally raped her in the truck the first 
night. As it was, she lay as still as possible, listening to his 
whiskey-scented breath grow heavier, while he ran his hands over the 
smoothness of her belly and then out to the flare of her hips, finally 
cupping his hands under her supple young buttocks. He reached forward and 
carefully unzipped her jeans, but she didn't protest and even lifted her 
hips when he began to tug the slacks down her long legs. 

She sat up for a moment, and he pulled the torn remains of her tee- shirt up 
over her head and off her arms. She trembled while he struggled with the 
clasp of her brassiere and then lay back down uneasily, though it wasn't 
from fear now but the strange feeling of abandon that overcame her as she 
felt him pulling the ragged garment from her large firm breasts. Her 
berry-like nipples stiffened and hardened in contact with the air, and a 
peculiar fluttery sensation rippled through her abdomen when she noticed him 
glancing down at them in what seemed to be tender appreciation. 

After a moment, Billy placed his hands around the fleshy curve of her small 
waist and then curled his fingers over the elastic band at the top of what 
was left of her little white nylon panties, pulling them downward and 
drawing from her an involuntary "ooooooh." For a moment both of their 
movements quickened in the struggle with her last item of clothing whose 
removal would leave her as naked and open as he was. She lifted her belly 
and he pulled and tugged until they peeled reluctantly over the full firm 
moons of her buttocks. 

Now Ellen lay totally naked beside him. She felt no fear whatsoever anymore, 
and it surprised her, but she supposed it was because of this strange 
gentleness with which he treated her. He was asking, not demanding, and she 
even felt that he might stop if she asked him to. But she had no intentions 
of doing that! He had saved her from another attack by the others who would 
probably have used her more cruelly than the night before, and he had 
rescued her from an assault by his jealous ex-girlfriend. Even, now he was 
still protecting her from both dangers, and she sensed that he had taken her 
to his room not only because he wanted her for himself but out of simple 
human compassion. 

And she felt gratitude. She wanted him to know she was grateful. 

Billy sensed the change in the girl too, though it was hard to believe it. 
She hadn't struggled or kicked when he had removed her clothing, and she 
didn't cringe now at him sitting next to her. She wasn't even clinging to 
him out of desperate fear of the others as she had done back in the other 
room. No, she now lay next to him in a state of expectant repose, and wild 
thoughts began to race through his head that it was just possible that the 
voluptuous young blonde was waiting for his next move with some sort of 
anticipation. He laid his hands on her taut little belly and caressed slowly 
up to the soft underside of her warmly fleshed breasts. It didn't seem 
possible but when the backs of his hands reached their soft fullness, an 
almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips as though she wanted him to cup 
his hands completely over them. But he didn't want to destroy this advantage 
with an abrupt movement, and he began gently kneading his hands over her 
waist and abdomen. Finally, after a long tortuous wait, he carefully cupped 
the lush firmness of her breasts, squeezing the small, bud-like nipples in 
the furrows between his splayed out fingers. To his surprise she didn't 
move! He rubbed her breasts in small tiny circles and surprisingly, her 
chest lifted and strained against his hands as if she were offering them to 
him in silent invitation. 

When, after a moment, he dropped one hand to her thigh, she merely parted 
her legs without resistance of any kind. The small soft tendrils of pubic 
hair brushed temptingly against his fingers, but he kept his caresses 
confined to her legs, avoiding the tempting vaginal mound as he gradually 
moved his hand underneath her to the wonderfully pliant cheeks of her warm 
ass. He clenched their smooth, satin-like softness in his hand and drew his 
fingers down the slightly spread crease between them. Despite himself, his 
wrist made contact with an unexpected warm dampness growing rapidly between 
her legs. Now the gang leader could stand it no more, and drew his fingers 
irresistibly downward to the soft moist flanges of the young hostage's pussy 
that quivered so warmly in his hand. He tried to press one outstretched 
finger into the tight little opening of her cunt, but she jerked 
spasmodically away, not from pain or fear, but from the sudden contact that 
sent another wave of erotically rippling sensation through her belly. 

Billy withdrew the finger and looked down at her sensually naked body 
presenting such an incredible picture of lovely young femaleness to him. 
Christ! He'd never seen a picture of anything as lush as this, and he still 
couldn't believe she was here... and his! 

She was just as firm and full-bodied as he had sensed in the terrible rush 
of raping her in the truck, and just as soft and young and innocent in a 
fiery way as he had imagined while listening to her squeals and protests and 
screams--both of protest and rapture--with the men last night. She was all 
that he had hoped she would be, except that now she was lying willingly 
beneath him, her ripe young body quivering with desire... for him! 

He kneeled up over her and ran his uncontrollably trembling hands reverently 
over her warm young breasts, her flat little belly, her firm upper thighs, 
and then behind again slowly over the full sweep of her lushly rounded 
buttocks pressed against the mattress. His heart gladdened as his hands and 
caresses brought small animal-like mewls of pleasure from her wetly parted 
lips. His passion increased as her tautly smooth abdomen and its blonde 
pubic mound lifted quickly up to him in invitation when he pressured his 
hands gently up from behind. 

Billy watched as she looked up at him with smoky blue eyes that were 
half-closed and already dimmed from the forbidden pleasure that sent waves 
of lewd warmth rippling over every inch of her sensuously quivering young 
body. 

Ellen, in the deep exhausted haze and dimness that follows relief from 
severe mental anguish, had drifted off into an alien world of soft pleasure 
of the flesh. At first, back in the distant and rapidly receding past that 
she could now barely remember, she had let herself be led to this candle lit 
room so that she could escape the other convicts, then out of gratitude she 
had lain unprotesting while the gang leader had undressed and fondled her 
body. But now her passive acceptance had been replaced by a driving desire 
that she not only didn't comprehend but couldn't control. The aroused young 
girl didn't know who the gently caressing hands belonged to or how they had 
managed to work this miracle upon her. With a sigh of rapture, she gave up 
the impossible effort to even think beyond the wickedly flickering inferno 
of pleasure that devastated her entire body, the flames rippling outward 
from the throbbing center of her vagina that ached to be filled. 

"Oh God, Oh God," she heard a female voice crooning, unaware that it was 
herself who was speaking. 

Billy bent down, pressing his wet lips tightly to hers, and immediately felt 
the soft shaft of her quivering little tongue spear into the hot cavern of 
his mouth, circling around his own hard rigid tongue in a flicking embrace 
like a poor moth attracted by an open flame which it could not resist. 

Feeling sure of himself for the first time, Billy placed his hands on the 
soft firm inner sides of her full upper thighs, and this time she didn't 
move away or even jerk in the slightest degree. Instead, her legs parted 
slowly and willingly outward as he pressured against them with his hands, 
pushing them outward as though he were opening the pages of a sacred book. 

Sudden bewilderment raced through his brain at her passionate response to 
him. For a moment he suspected a trap--suspected that she was pretending. It 
didn't seem possible that this was the same virgin he had raped so brutally 
only last night who was now lying quivering and moaning beneath him, waiting 
in what seemed to be helpless desire for the moment when he would take her a 
second time. 

The convict couldn't wait any longer, and he let his naked body sink down 
onto hers where he rested a moment, feeling the softly sensual hollows and 
mounds of her voluptuous body pressed tightly against him. Then he drew her 
legs up from her pinioned, splayed-out body until her knees bent out at each 
of his sides. He lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck, and she 
groaned in acquiescence and eagerness. Her passion spurred his own desire. 
Her helplessly lewd response to each of his moves goaded his passion until 
his head reeled with the power he had over her. He wanted to thrust his 
tongue down her throat, to totally pulverize every inch of her sensual young 
body until she quivered in a thousand helpless pieces. He breathed heavily 
and had reached down to implant himself into the soft wet crevice of her 
pussy pressed so warmly up against his loins... but at the last moment he 
stopped! 

He wanted her to surrender totally to him tonight in every way, drawing her 
to him with her own hands so that he would never be uncertain in the future 
days to come--if there were to be future days--that she had wanted him. She 
was in a pliant dreamy condition now and, anyway, he would never again have 
the opportunity to fuck her like this. 

"Put it in," he lifted his mouth from hers and spoke in a low whisper. Then 
he added, even though it was obviously unnecessary, "... please!" 

He stopped breathing for a long tortuous moment as he waited to see what she 
would do. Then his choked off breath heaved out in a deep sigh of relief 
when he felt her little hand push immediately down between their warmly 
sweating bodies and curl around the long rigidity of his heatedly throbbing 
shaft. He lifted his loins slightly to give her access to him when she 
hesitated a moment as though trying to figure out what to do with the 
hardened flesh that jerked and throbbed so vitally between her tightly 
clasping fingers. 

The gang leader groaned when she pushed the thick foreskin back, exposing 
the blunt pulsing head that brushed lightly against the smooth skin of her 
taut young belly. He lifted his hips higher, letting her hand to direct him, 
and swung slightly backwards. The blonde girl's fingers ran tentatively down 
the full length of his shaft, then with a sudden assurance she moved it 
against the soft fleece-covered curvature of her pubic mound. For a second 
time he held his breath, feeling her sparse tendrils tantalizingly curl 
around the head of his hard column that was pressing against her warmly pink 
slit. He waited in agony, desperate with desire, as she fumbled with the 
strange stiffness of his cock, tentatively sliding it up and down the full 
wetness between the swollen lips of her moistly aroused pussy. Finally she 
found her mark, and the hotly throbbing penis in her hand rested at the warm 
vaginal opening which was now willingly being offered to him--unlike last 
night when he had taken what he wanted without gentleness or mercy. 

But he held back tonight! 

He waited with the greater desire to slither into her at the exact moment 
when she needed it as much as he did. It would mean everything to hear her 
pleading, to feel every sinew of her supple young body begging for him to 
finally plunge his long hard cock into her, pleading with him not to wait a 
single moment longer. He held back in full confidence that that unbelievable 
moment would actually come, and she would implore him in a final admission 
of surrender that neither of them would ever forget. 

But she had to know it! She had to be fully conscious when she did it! He 
wanted the voluptuously naked girl to keep it in mind forever, to remember 
how she had wanted him more than pride itself. That way, no matter how many 
cocks plunged into her in the years to come, his would always be there. He 
was sure she would try to forget the pain and humiliation that Pop and Cash 
and Vito had forced on her helpless young body, and he knew that one day she 
would succeed in forgetting; but she would never be able to forget the first 
man who had given her the pleasure of making love--man and woman. And he 
would be that one. Tomorrow night might be his last day in this world, and 
even if it wasn't, there would be no place after that for him to go or 
anyone waiting for him. But he would leave something behind that would at 
least be in this innocent young girl's memories for as long as she lived. 
She would remember, and that would bring him alive again. 

Ellen, with only the slightest pressure of his hardness against her wetly 
quivering little cunt, lay trembling in tiny uncontrollable spasms that 
bound her entire helpless body to him with as much painful intensity as if 
he had fastened her to a torture rack. She felt mesmerized by his warmly 
pulsating penis and the aching hunger it caused in her womb, a surprisingly 
ravenous need that couldn't be satiated no matter how much she lifted her 
still-empty loins up to the dimly-seen figure that hovered between her 
widely-spread legs over her body. Every movement against his maddening 
hardness merely increased her craving and torment. The lewd sensation 
extended itself into the deepest recesses of her hazy mind where it 
transformed itself into thousands of sensually flickering images. They mixed 
with the obscene grunts and sucking noises coming from the next room to form 
lascivious pictures of the ex-girlfriend being crushed between the aroused 
bodies of all three sadistic convicts, adding to the throbbing sensation in 
her dilated vagina a thousandfold. 

Billy looked down at the voluptuously naked young girl who lay underneath 
him with her breath coming in rasping pants of sexual need. He shifted 
slightly and she glanced up, then quickly her eyelids fluttered shut as 
though pleading with him to get on with his next move. Small beads of 
perspiration had formed on her lips that ovalled in unintelligible 
whispering mutters, but he was sure now that she was beginning to bend in 
her heated need of him. He lifted his body closer over hers in a push-up 
position, and his massively, thick cock pressed into the warm slippery fold 
of her pussy that lay wet and open to him without meeting the slightest 
resistance. 

"Ooooooh," she gasped in pleasure and surprise at the closer contact. 

The gang leader resisted with all his determination and control the desire 
to end this insufferable waiting stance and plunge into her; but he had 
waited too long and worked too hard to destroy all his efforts now. Besides, 
he could see her changing right before his eyes, and the sight of her 
transformation kept him going. 

His eyes, gleaming with desire, fastened on the large, ripely pliant mounds 
of her breasts that swayed slightly out towards the sides of her body. The 
sight of the little pebble-like nipples at the ends of them, stiffening and 
quivering in arousal, made his mouth water with the urge to bite into them. 
Yes, there was too much of her he hadn't tasted to simply take her now. 
Everything she had was open and available to him, and it never would be 
again. 

With a rush, he fell onto her chest and sucked one of the small, succulent 
pink nipples up into his mouth. He ran his hungry lips and tongue moistly 
around and around the wide coral areole, then sucked the hard budding tip 
into stiff quivering hardness. The naked blonde hostage gasped as his hand 
massaged her other breast in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipple 
between his thumb and forefinger. Her legs involuntarily scissored open 
beneath him, thrusting the thinly bearded slit of her vagina hard up against 
his loins. Billy let his tongue trace a wet path of searing desire down to 
the flat plane of her rippling belly, as the shamelessly aroused girl began 
to writhe beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her firmly 
rounded buttocks twisted down against the soiled mattress as though she were 
trying to bury herself in it. Her arms stiffened, and her hands shot out to 
tangle tightly in his hair pulling his lips greedily to her erotically 
tingling breasts. 

Billy lifted himself back up and gazed at the sheer wanton desire which was 
shaking her naked young body. His eyes fastened again on the excitedly 
quivering mounds of her large firm breasts, and he had to have more of them 
in some way. Suddenly, he slithered forward up her chest and settled his 
buttocks just above her navel, his legs straddling her delicate ribcage at 
either side. He tilted his hips and gasped as his cock fell easily into the 
damply narrow crevice between her perspiring, closely-spaced breasts. 

Ellen's eyes opened and she gazed up at the escaped convict with wide 
startled blue eyes. But once again they grew hazy and lust-smoked and, with 
a deep sigh, fluttered closed again. 

He straddled her stomach heavily. The bloated sperm-swollen sac of his balls 
squashed hard against the whiteness of her belly, causing his heatedly thick 
cock to jerk in anticipation. He inched upward along her sensually writhing 
torso, worming his hardened stiffness deeper into the valley between her 
full fleshy breasts. Without warning, he reached down and cupped a hand on 
either side of the warmly quivering soft mounds and pushed them together, 
trapping his long throbbing cock softly between them. Ellen wiggled under 
him, and he rode with her body, causing the red bulbous head to slide all 
the way up to her bent chin. A tiny bit of lubricant popped out from the 
gaping head and, when he drew back, traced a thin wet line down the curve of 
her neck. For a moment he sat still, taking in the unbelievable sight of the 
voluptuous young girl he had been forced to rape now willingly letting him 
use her as he wanted. With shaking hands, he began kneading the full 
resilient mounds and watched the soft doughy flesh poke up between his 
grasping fingers in tiny white bloodless ridges that softened back into a 
firmly voluptuous shape the moment he released them. He tugged and pulled at 
her pliant warmth, stretching the nipples over his hotly throbbing long cock 
until the bead-like tips touched and her warm flesh enclosed his member in 
their vibrant softness on both sides. 

Satisfied, Billy set up a slow rocking motion, sliding his thick blue- 
veined shaft between her softly straining young breasts. He moved slowly and 
carefully for fear that his long-stored cum would suddenly erupt and begin 
spurting in sticky hot streams over her naked breasts; he didn't want that, 
wasn't ready for that yet. The steady slap of his heavy balls against the 
smooth warmth of her stomach forced his breath into quick labored gasps of a 
rising lewdness that he knew he couldn't control much longer. The nipples of 
her breasts quivered and jerked into greater hardness as he rubbed them 
against each other, and this excited him even more. His wild passion grew to 
a nearly unmanageable intensity when he glanced up at her face and saw the 
wantonly exciting reaction it was having upon her. 

She really was beautiful, he thought, as he gazed in intoxicating rapture at 
her nakedly writhing young figure spread out so deliciously on the mattress 
beneath him. He had worked her up to a fever pitch of desire, and now her 
mouth hung open wide in pleading ecstasy--her glassy, lust-smoked eyes 
staring up into nothingness. Soft animal mewls of pleasure gasped and 
bubbled from between her contorted lips. Her voluptuously flaring hips 
continued a slow up and down grinding movement in rhythm to the stroking 
between her tightly pressed together breasts and then they began writhing in 
a mindless fit of abandonment that told him clearly that the girl now would 
accept any degradation he would force upon her in order to still the fire 
raging in her vagina. 

And there was one thing more he wanted to do before he made her cum, before 
he fused them together in one great wet mass of pulsating flesh. 

He slithered back down her ripe young body and carefully rolled her over, 
his eyes traveling a slow path of desire up the gleaming moon- like orbs of 
her buttocks. They undulated slowly beneath him as she continued the wanton 
little movement that now ground her hungry, wetly quivering cunt into the 
mattress. 

Ellen started to attention as she felt herself grasped tightly by the waist 
and her hips lifted up from the mattress, but then her barely conscious mind 
drifted back into the dim dark world that revolved around the single thought 
of her unfulfilled desire. 

Bill looked down at her rippling ass cheeks and the anal crevice that had 
opened up when he lifted her, exposing the tiny brown star of her rectum. He 
meant to fuck her there too, and he shuddered at the mere thought of what it 
would feel like when her warm spongy channel closed so tightly around his 
totally buried cock. 

He placed his hands gently under her belly and lifted her slowly to a 
kneeling position so that she was on all fours under him dog-fashion. Then 
he crawled up on his own knees between her full spread thighs and pulled at 
the firmly rounded cheeks of her ass with his hands, able to see clearly now 
the tightly puckered little anus nestled in the shadowy cleft. He thought he 
could see it throbbing almost as if it anticipated his next move. 

Billy rested in that position for a long moment to give her time to adjust 
to everything that had happened so far. He knew that any abrupt movement 
could throw her dimmed mind out of the trance it seemed to be in, then she 
would begin to struggle with all the energy she had displayed in the truck 
the first night. And he wanted that energy working with him, not against 
him. He wanted her to desire everything he did to her. 

Ellen's long tapered legs were splayed out wide on either side of him when 
he brought his hands down and pushed them under the back of her knees. He 
pulled them apart so that the kneecaps touched the sides of the mattress and 
exposed the whole flat place of her anal crevice to his lustful sight. Then 
he dropped his head and gently flicked the quivering red tip of his wet 
tongue into the tight little hole of her anus nestled just above the opening 
of her pussy. The unexpected, moistly searing contact with the sensitive 
rubbery opening brought a long low moan of anguish from the kneeling girl's 
tortured lips. Her blonde head tossed and chills ran up the full length of 
her naked back and then back down again onto her buttocks from where the 
lewdly exciting sensation racing so out of control through her body had 
originated. He tightened his grip on the back of her knees, expecting her to 
jump away... but she didn't... and even he was surprised at what happened. 

Instead Ellen's legs fell limply open and her voluptuous young ass pressed 
backward of its own volition, without any effort or force on his part. The 
movement caught him by surprise as he had just decided that she must be too 
dazed to move at all, and disbelief buzzed through his brain when the white 
moon-like ovals ground wantonly and excitedly back against the eager wetness 
of his mouth. He recalled the wild ideas that had raced through his head 
last night as he had lain in bed listening to the men shamelessly abuse her 
body between the three of them in the next room. He had imagined trailing 
his tongue down her back crevice; but never in his most insane fantasies had 
he dreamed that she would like it... and she was enjoying it... not only 
"enjoying" it, but pleading for more of the same. 

He started using his tongue, slowly at first, and licked down the entire 
length of her crevice. His intentions were to be gentle, but she ground her 
softly fleshed buttocks even closer against him in a desperate effort to 
screw back on the hotly flicking tongue that licked without mercy around her 
anus. He blew his warm breath softly against her behind and then, suddenly, 
stabbed his tongue straight into the tight fleshy ring. 

"Ooooooh," she whimpered as goose bumps rippled across her upraised young 
buttocks and down the backs of her excitedly trembling thighs. 

He lifted his head, his mind churning with amazement at her lewdly heated 
reactions. Then he moved carefully, still expecting her to suddenly protest 
and burst the dream like a delicate bubble, and placed the tip of his 
outstretched middle finger against the entrance of her tightly puckered 
rectum. She didn't flinch, and the gang leader decided that she was unaware 
of the penetration that was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer 
edges of the elastic little orifice and then pushed forward gently, sinking 
the finger slowly up to the first knuckle. This time she did jerk and moan 
softly, but it seemed to be more from surprise than pain because she relaxed 
again almost immediately. 

He pushed the finger all the way in, then planted the palm of his hand on 
the small of her back and pushed down tight, trapping her between his hand 
and the mattress. Ellen groaned and made a slight cringing movement when a 
second finger was inserted, then relaxed again as the fingers dug firmly in 
the tight narrow passage, widening it and preparing it for the greater entry 
to come. 

The convict couldn't stand it any more. As quickly as he had shoved the 
fingers in he pulled them back out of her. Besides, he knew he had to hurry 
now if he was going to get his long hard cock into her before she slipped 
out of this dreamy pliant condition. 

"Kneel up higher." he commanded softly and then, when she did, quickly bent 
his head and moistened the tiny hole again with his tongue in preparation 
for the coming assault. 

He levered himself up, his thighs pressed tightly against her hips, 
positioning his rock-hard maledom directly over the wet little opening of 
her ass, then he pushed. He groaned as he looked down and saw the 
unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tight restricting ring of flesh. 
He watched with open mouth, tongue hanging loosely from his lips, as the 
tiny stretched opening slipped over and clasped the lust- swollen tip of his 
cock like a rubber band. All his plans of gentleness were forgotten now in 
the driving anguish of his own desire as he grinned above her like a 
conquering devil and thrust his hips hard down until his thick, heatedly 
pulsating penis sank halfway to the hilt. The warm sponginess of the young 
girl's tight anal channel enveloped his wildly pulsing shaft, and the feel 
of her tightly clasping rectum sent a long shudder of delight throughout his 
body. 

"Oh! Nooooooo!" he heard a sudden groan escape from her at the unexpected 
pain. 

"Shut up," he whispered in a hoarse low voice. "It'll only hurt for a 
minute." Then he added, gently, "I promise it'll feel better in a minute... 
just relax." 

She whimpered and then groaned again, but he was no longer listening to 
anything, and didn't hear. All his attention focused on his blunt intruding 
cock that pushed ever deeper into the depths of her nether being, shoving 
the soft rubbery flesh inside the widely-stretched passage before it in 
great waves. He felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the 
softness of her defenselessly upturned buttocks when he sank the fleshy 
thickness to the hilt, filling her backside. She cried out in pain now, and 
twisted, but the darkly handsome convict was unconscious of anything except 
the bucking of her nakedly voluptuous young body that only served to skewer 
his long hard cock inch by inch deeper, ever deeper into her. 

Billy ground his teeth tightly together and began fucking into her with long 
smooth strokes, stretching her little anal opening with almost demonic fury. 
He watched his hardened white shaft pull tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping 
rectum on each withdrawal stroke, and the lewd sight excited him beyond 
measure. The young blonde hostage was hopelessly locked in the kneeling 
position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel master. Her 
lushly naked body jerked and quivered, and she grunted finally in a long 
moan of submission. Her thighs released, her resistance broken now, and then 
convulsed again in groaning protest as his next extra hard thrust pushed far 
up into her rectum. On and on the merciless sodomizing went as the gang 
leader skewered into her from behind like a wild man, too excited by his own 
delirious pleasure to think of anything but her soft rubbery flesh pulling 
and sucking on his throbbing cudgel. 

And then the impossible happened. Through the daze of his own excitement, he 
slowly heard the low whining moans of pain change, almost imperceptibly at 
first, and then to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper 
of passionate pleading. She was beginning to enjoy it! Ellen worked and 
ground back into him, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around 
her neck and back while she squirmed lewdly in front of him. Her face rolled 
from side to side on the mattress. He could see it flushing red from the 
intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the quest 
for some kind of fulfillment. 

A strange kind of sadistic joy began to throb through his thighs as her 
warmly fleshed hips began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of his 
plunging cock ramming into her rectum. She wantonly bucked and churned her 
naked young body beneath him, encouraging and pleading with the lewdly 
inviting motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her behind with 
the hot sperm of his orgasm which she prayed would trigger her own release. 

Perhaps it was the lewdness of her position under him or the sadistic 
thought of fucking her helplessly kneeling form half to death. Whatever it 
was, the pressure was building in his sperm-churning balls and his excitedly 
jerking cock seemed to lengthen and expand until it was larger than it had 
ever been before. 

And then suddenly Billy stopped. 

The convict leader fell forward and pressed the whole of his powerful body 
onto her back, the thick full length of his cock still wedged deep up in her 
rectum. Then he gritted his teeth and pulled back, sliding his hardness 
wetly out of the tight throbbing channel until the tip slipped out of the 
puckered hole with an obscene wet sucking sound. He hated to pull it out, he 
was so close to cumming in her rectum that he didn't want to stop, but he 
wanted more to wring from her the kind of orgasm that would make her his 
forever. 

He rolled her over, the anguish of his near climax still jerking in his 
throbbing cock, until she lay under him on her back with all the soft 
hollows and indentations of her succulent young body presented up to him all 
his and his alone. In one painful gasp, he realized that it was worth the 
sacrifice when she looked up at him with smoky desire-ridden eyes. His body 
shook and he almost spilled his load in mid-air when she spoke. 

"Fuck me, Billy," she pled in a desperate whisper of unfulfilled torment. 

The surprised convict wasted no time as he lifted his body higher over the 
uplifted pussy between her widely spread thighs. His fully erect instrument 
lowered quickly and came to rest in direct contact with the tightly 
resisting entry to her barely used vagina. Still, there was no need for care 
now, her pussy lay wet and spread open in invitation, the small elastic 
vaginal mouth already throbbing around the blunt blood- engorged head of his 
cock as though she, too, were about to explode if he didn't thrust it into 
her immediately. And so he did, feeling her sparse wetly matted blonde pubic 
hair part as his mammoth cock head slowly slid into her warmth and kept 
sliding with one long smooth stroke all the way to her cervix. There was no 
resistance now, and the smooth slippery walls of her tight little cunt 
throbbed against his thick hardness in a wetly clasping motion that almost 
drove him insane with joy. 

He ground his chest against hers, smashing the full ripe firmness of her 
fleshy melons into her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time 
and the soft moist hole flowered open to receive his cock to even greater 
depths. There was no stopping it until he sank to the hilt, and the heavy 
sac of his balls slapped with a loud thud against the spread crevice of her 
upraised buttocks. 

Her whole body twitched and abandonedly writhed beneath him, and she lifted 
her face up against the moistness of his mouth until he viciously shoved his 
tongue deep into her throat. Low hums of passionate acceptance came in 
incoherent groans and murmurs from deep in her chest. Her innocent young 
face contorted with lewd passion, her neck strained and her nostrils flared, 
and a light sweat broke out on her forehead under the disheveled blonde 
hair. There was nothing that could stop them now, and the darkly handsome 
convict worked like a madman to end it for the both of them. 

"Oh God, oh God," Ellen gasped around the slavering tongue in her mouth and 
groaned in lewd welcome when his hands slipped under the rounded moons of 
her buttocks and lifted them upwards to give his wildly thrusting hardness 
complete access to her pleading young cunt. 

Billy lifted his face from her, raising his upper torso, and felt the smooth 
velvet folds of her vagina tightly hold him captive for a moment; when he 
drew back, they wetly clasped his rigid column until he could feel every 
inch of her fevered pussy vibrating on his cock. Then he rammed into her 
from the tips of his toes and fucked the last long hard inch of his pole of 
flesh into her hot little cunt, bringing an animal-like scream of passion 
from her lips. His hair- covered groin ground lewdly against the sensitive 
outer flanges of her wet spread pussy and sent shivers of obscene delight 
surging through her fluttering nerve-ends. He ground his loins against her 
pelvis, watching her glazed, heavily lidded eyes widen suddenly in rapture. 

The sight of the lewd emotions playing over the innocent young girl's 
contorted face added to the convict's already intolerable excitement. It had 
been worth the agonizing torture of holding back and waiting uncertainly in 
the hope that he wouldn't be alone in his quest for pleasure. Now every 
fiber of his being quivered with the feeling of being totally alive, no 
matter what would happen to him tomorrow, and the assurance that his life 
force was bound with hers, if only for the moment. The only pain was the 
knowledge that she, nor anyone else, would ever be as much his as she was at 
this precise moment. But the anguish of that realization evaporated quickly 
as he watched tears of joy and frenzy stream down her cheeks in tribute to a 
passion she had never known existed. 

Ellen sought desperately to get him as close to her as possible and once 
again her arms flung over his head in a neck-breaking hold. But another long 
hard lunge into her ecstatic wildly quivering pussy sent them fluttering out 
to his shoulders from where they slithered down his back, her nails digging 
frantically in his naked skin, until they came to rest on the rotating 
cheeks of his hard- driving buttocks. 

She ground her fingers into the muscular warmth of his buttocks, her hands 
working with the convoluting sinews, and pulled him even deeper into her. 
The powerful tugs of encouragement from her grasping hands added to the 
force of his thrusts against her uplifted groin, and the room resounded with 
wet smacking noises that mixed lewdly with the sounds of excited barking 
coming from the other room where Pop was drunkenly trying to get the German 
Shepherd to fuck Sylvia. 

The obscenely suggestive noises coming from the other room began to blend in 
tempo with Billy's own hard pile-driving thrusts and drove him to greater 
desire. Unconsciously, he began to grow even more excited as he visualized 
Rex ploughing his long scarlet penis into Sylvia's battered cunt. But then 
Ellen's eagerly milking pussy snatched him back to the present. He wrapped 
one hand around her breast and placed the other over a smoothly rounded 
cheek of her ass, feeling his fingers sink into the slightly spread sweating 
anal crevice. Then he slid his hand slowly down from her buttocks to where 
his long thick cock was sliding wetly in and out of her tight young pussy. 

Her mouth opened wide in ecstasy when he fondled and played with the moistly 
contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of 
wild sensation from her throat. He could feel the ever- widening passage of 
her vagina opening in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his heated shaft 
plunging far up inside her. She jerked up toward him several times, her 
cuntal lips wildly working and sucking at his cock as though trying to milk 
him dry. 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder," the blonde hostage begged, her 
breath coming in short frantic gasps. She was ready to cum, the convict 
leader could feel it as her ripe young breasts heaved up and quivered 
against the pressure of his chest and their hardened little nipples dug into 
him. Her trembling thighs parted further and opened the plane of her 
femaledom wide, then, with a low moan, her legs snaked out and tightly 
wrapped themselves around his pile-driving buttocks. Her crotch uplifted 
pleadingly to him, and Billy quickened his thrusts, gulping at the sight of 
her eager little cunt beginning to climb up his cock, then spiraling up and 
down crazily in an uncontrolled race for fulfillment. 

"Oh God... Oh God! I'm cumming! Cumming!" she groaned in a low hoarse moan 
of helpless submission and suddenly her heels were dancing a wild tarantella 
of lust on his buttocks. Her hands raced crazily up his back until they 
tangled in his hair and smashed his mouth down on her wetly open whimpering 
mouth with such fury that her teeth cut into his lips. The cords of her neck 
tightened and her nakedly quivering body jerked against him in tempo with 
the inner rhythm of the hot convulsing walls of her vagina that clasped and 
unclasped wetly around his cock, milking at his jerking organ like a sucking 
starving mouth. 

The aging floorboards thudded loudly in time to the two tightly entwined 
bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep straining 
grunts and groans filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the 
noise of the wet viscous slither of his massively erect penis ramming in and 
out of her wildly erupting pussy. 

"Oh, oh, oh," he cried and moaned into her mouth as her cum juice flowed 
heatedly around his still-driving hard shaft, flowing down the crevice of 
her flailing young buttocks and flooding over his balls as they ground 
against her tightly puckered anus. 

Billy felt himself cumming and quickened his strokes until his groin smacked 
like a wooden paddle against her cum-drenched pelvis. He held her legs tight 
to him and thrust his wildly jerking cock as deep as it would go, grinding 
his pelvis around and around to dig the head in deeper and deeper, scraping 
the wetly rejoicing walls of her cunt without mercy. She gasped in renewed 
passion, and he clenched his eyes tightly shut, feeling his testicles begin 
to wildly erupt. 

He was cumming now too! 

A deep half-human cry erupted from his throat into the moistness of her 
mouth. He could feel a gush of fire race through his suddenly ballooning 
cock, heard her whimpering out the last of her orgasm, and then felt her 
jerk forward against him as sensing his climax, she began orgasming all over 
again. 

It was then that Billy exploded inside her, his hot sperm spurting like a 
fire hose through the end of his long driving penis and squirting into the 
farthest recesses of the blonde hostage's palpitating young pussy. 

He fell over her and she groaned and dropped her head against his heaving 
neck, her body limp like a doll, and they lay interlocked in the lewd 
embrace of love for a seeming eternity, she lying with her arms and legs 
spread wide apart and his body between them in the age old position of the 
conquering man. He felt her heavy breathing that lifted her quivering chest 
against him and her legs falling gradually to the sides until they were 
splayed out obscenely. 

They lay silently there until his cock began deflating inside and gradually 
slipped from the wet flooded passageway of her still- twitching cunt. Then 
he pulled himself off of her and looked down at her naked young body 
glimmering in the candlelight. The convict was already filled with a sad 
regret that it was over and would never happen quite like this again. He 
wanted to say something nice, but he couldn't find the words. It seemed 
silly to talk now that it was all over. He wished he had said more before, 
and now it was too late to tell her about how he felt. Sorrowful tired 
thoughts of the girl returning back to her own world, him to his portentous 
fate, drifted through his weary mind as he lay next to the girl and watched 
her drift off to exhausted sleep. 

And once, just before he, too, went to sleep, the girl sighed deeply in her 
slumber and snuggled in close to him... like a small helpless animal seeking 
shelter... 

CHAPTER SIX 

Ellen awoke to the cooing of pigeons on the warehouse roof the next morning. 
She lay still for a moment and let the soft rustling sound bring her to full 
consciousness. Then she opened her eyes and felt her mind give way to a 
series of confused thoughts. 

Where was she? It didn't look like her bedroom at home with the pastel- 
colored wallpaper and the pink curtains and the pretty gilt-framed mirror 
that hung over her white-varnished dresser. No, she was somewhere else and 
the smells were different--almost harsh. She realized they were odors she 
had never smelled before, and they struck her as something raw and savage. 
She moved and felt a sharp pain coming from her groin. Her muscles were sore 
and she found it difficult to raise her legs, and she lay still for a moment 
until the pain went away. 

Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there 
were gently licking flames that did not burn but still emitted a soft 
soothing heat. 

She slid over onto her side and suddenly froze in a half-turned position. 
The warm touch of flesh on flesh sent a chill through her, and the 
bewildered young girl held her breath and turned her head slowly to the 
side. Then she closed her eyes, not wanting to look, wanting with all her 
life strength to blot out the image of the man lying nakedly asleep next to 
her. 

She did not want to remember. But the recollections raced through her mind 
with a force and directness that was overpowering. Yes, she had willingly 
succumbed to him, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. Her mind went back 
to the beginning of last night when Vito, Pop, Cash and- -apparently the 
German Shepherd, Rex--raped Sylvia, and she could almost visualize the wild 
twisting and skewering of bodies spread out on the soiled mattress. 

Then she recalled the first moments of almost tender love-making with Billy 
outlining themselves in her mind, then dissolve into the gauzy image of 
their flesh that had seemed to float through a dreamy sensual world of 
delicious sensation. She had succumbed to those wonderful, but forbidden, 
sensations; her inhibitions and prejudices had been totally destroyed by the 
ordeal she had been through in the last two days. And that then was the 
smell: the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies 
from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. 
And she remembered, too, the exquisite explosions inside her belly, it had 
been an eruption that had filled her wantonly writhing abdomen with a 
pulsing warmth, a spurting of hot life- giving sperm she had urged on with 
her lips, thighs, and hips. And that was where the strange warmth had some 
from and seemed now to ripple outward from her pulsing vagina to tingle at 
each part of her lower torso like a quavering note of music half-remembered 
from her past lust and undeniable pleasure. The flood of hot male semen 
might have made her pregnant, and it frightened her for a moment, until she 
realized how much she had wanted it... then she relaxed, remembering her 
period was due in two days and she was safe. 

The memories returned--stronger, more pleasurable now. She had begged and 
urged him on to do it, and had put all of her physical strength into 
pressing her trembling desire-racked young body against his powerfully 
thrusting loins as though she were some kind of insane nymphomaniac. Nothing 
could excuse her sudden lapse into that mindless uncontrollable passion that 
had deadened her every sense of righteousness. 

A low groaning sound came from the next room and Ellen looked up towards the 
door. It was a deep guttural sound, as though someone were dying... or in 
pleasure... and it reminded her of the sounds that had come from Jennifer, 
her sister's, lips when she had been ravished on the beach night before 
last. Oh, God, she thought, was it really only two nights ago--only two 
nights! 

Slowly, she moved to the side of the bed and looked back at Billy lying 
asleep beside her. She put her feet to the floor and stood up tentatively, 
waiting for the noise to stop. Then, picking up her ripped jeans and 
tee-shirt from the floor, she quickly dressed. A moment later, her heart 
pounding with fright, she crossed the room and leaned against the threshold 
to the door to peer into the other room. Her eyes had trouble adjusting to 
the dim light of early morning, but finally she could make out the shadowy 
forms of Cash, Vito, and Pop lying in naked debauched poses around the 
splayed-out figure of Sylvia. It appeared as though sleep had taken them 
almost immediately after their moment of climax, and they lay immobile, like 
figures frozen in mid-movement by some immediate disaster. Sylvia's 
cum-matted black hair lay in strands across one of Cash's outstretched 
thighs, and her long tapered legs were still locked across Vito's torso that 
lay atop her. 

The gang girl's eyes were still closed, but she groaned now and then as 
though on the verge of coming awake. A few feet from the door lay Rex, the 
German Shepherd, asleep but seeming ominously watchful in a prone position. 

This was Ellen's chance! It might be the last chance she ever had again. 

She knew she had to go, and go now. She had found out too much for them to 
let her get away after all she had heard during the past few days. Yes, it 
was a matter of saving her own skin, even though Billy had shown such open 
gentleness and affection the night before. But the animal lying close to the 
bedroom sent a renewed sense of fear through her for a moment, and she 
paused anxiously at the doorway, still indecisive as to what she would 
finally do. 

The trembling young blonde thrust one foot towards the slight opening and 
inched the door wider open. The rusty hinges squeaked and she immediately 
tensed, expecting the worst. But the low rumble of snores coming from the 
opposite side of the living room continued on undisturbed, and the dog 
seemed to sink into a deeper slumber, his back legs twitching as though he 
were chasing rabbits. She made a quick impulsive move into the next room and 
in a few swift strides was facing the stairway that led down into the lower 
warehouse. For some unaccountable reason she paused at the edge of the 
stairwell and held her breath, turning her head slightly to view the scene 
behind her for one last moment before she would be free. 

Then she was moving almost dream-like down the long winding staircase, 
amazed at her own stealth as she approached the landing above the lower 
floor. Puffs of lint, with motes of floating dust that caught the bright 
morning sunlight, streamed like an invisible river in through the windows. 
For an instant she could not see because of the brightness and the deep 
shadows. But then she had made it, had achieved the second floor in one last 
glide and whirl, stopping to reconsider her moves before she descended the 
final stairway. 

Indecision had been her mistake when she had been caught on the highway 
twenty four hours before, and now this moment of pause had been equally 
fateful. Suddenly a loud barking rose up from the rooms above her. She had 
no choice but to run, and run she did across the cardboard- scattered floor 
and down the next staircase in a mad pirouetting movement. There was a 
shouting from above, and a clatter of stumbling shoes and the scraping of 
paws on the stairs. The terrified girl had reached the bottom and swung open 
the outside door to see the skyline of the city loom up in the distance, 
when she felt the firm grip of canine teeth around her ankle. Rex's growl 
was surprisingly gentle yet commanding, and although she screamed and shoved 
against his massive head, he did not let go. 

Then, there was the clasp of a hand on her shoulder! 

She whirled around and began to scratch at Cash's face. She felt him grapple 
with her and thrust his powerful arms around her waist before easily lifting 
her as she kicked her legs high into the air. Then she was rising back up 
the stairway completely limp in Cash's arms... now being carried... and then 
half- walking, half-stumbling back into the upper rooms of the warehouse. 

"Goddamn, the little bitch can really put up a fight," Cash exclaimed in 
near admiration as they entered the living room again. 

"See, what did I tell ya," Sylvia chided in a loud shrill voice, a look of 
self- satisfaction on her face. "Ya can't trust the stuck-up slut two feet." 

Ellen began weeping in frustration and fright, turning away from the figures 
that were pulling on trousers and shirts and still brushing the signs of 
sleep from their eyes. 

Billy looked at Ellen without malice. He knew why she had tried to escape, 
but there was nothing he could do about having to bring her back. Now it was 
either he or she, and it was obvious that he could not let her live if he 
wanted to protect himself in the eyes of the gang. 

"Lock her up in the bedroom," Billy shrugged, jerking his thumb toward the 
room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "Ya might just 
tie her up, too," he added, attempting to show his concern to the others. 

"I think we oughta get rid of her now," Pop said and sneered towards the 
bowed head of the young girl. "It ain't safe lettin' her set here by 
herself. She gets loose and there'll be hell to pay." 

"We still need her until after the hit is made and we're on our way. Vito 
and Sylvia will stay with her," Billy said, demonstrating a sense of command 
over the situation. "I don't want Vito in on the kill at this point." 

"What ya mean I don't get to go," Vito roared at Billy. "I been in on this 
from the first and I intend to get my licks." 

Billy sighed sardonically and looked from Sylvia to the thin-lipped little 
man who stood enraged in front of him. "Ya got plenty to attend to here, 
Vito. Don't worry, ya got your money comin' to ya, too." 

"How do we get to the boat," Vito said, bringing up something that hadn't 
been fully explained earlier. 

"We're coming back for you--for all of you," Billy said in thinly veiled 
warning. 

Ellen bent over slightly and felt a shiver of cold deep fear run down the 
length of her spine at the callousness of Billy's remarks. Her life 
obviously meant almost nothing to the gang leader, even after the gently 
caressing lovemaking of last night. In a moment he would be gone, and her 
fate would be held in the hands of Vito and the jealous gang girl who stared 
at her from across the room with a cruel sadistic look. She just wouldn't be 
able to persuade the two envious gang- outcasts that she harbored no malice 
against them, and she knew they were at the point where they would torture 
and maim before they imposed the final humiliations upon her defenseless 
body. 

"P--please, don't leave me alone," she pleaded, tears streaming down her 
face in piteous profusion now. 

"There ain't nothin' I can do about it," Billy answered softly. "I gotta get 
goin', and I need Pop and Cash to help me." 

Ellen looked up toward the gang leader, her facial expression and hands 
turned toward him in supplication. "I--I can't take it," she moaned. 
"Please... help me! Don't leave me alone!" 

"There ain't gonna be no problem," Billy repeated. "If there's any trouble 
they'll have to answer to me about it. Besides, ya got old Rex here to take 
care of everything." 

The gang leader knelt down and patted the German Shepherd on the head. The 
animal looked up at his master and let out a shrill whine, thumping his tail 
against the floor in response. Billy looked up and jerked his head toward 
the other room, "Get her out of here," he said. 

Cash grasped the blonde hostage's arm and pulled her, sobbing. She went 
without struggle and lay limply against the wall, permitting him to tie her 
arms tightly beside her. A few minutes after she had been secured to some 
bolts in the wall, Billy peered through the door. He studied her 
tear-stained face for a second, then walked slowly across the room and bent 
down in front of her. 

"Okay, he did a good job on ya," he smiled tensely. "Ya ain't gonna have no 
trouble with them. I told 'em to leave ya alone, and they gotta follow what 
I say. We got it figured so you'll see us sometime soon. Probably on the 
boat goin' to Mexico, as a matter of fact." He paused, looking unsure of 
himself and embarrassed. "I don't even know your name." When she started to 
reply, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. "No, I don't wanna know. It 
don't matter none anyway." 

Then he turned and without a word left her alone. Billy's mention of Mexico 
sent the young girl into a new stage of uncertainty. She had expected to be 
killed after the assassination, and had no idea that she would be kidnapped 
out of the country. Was it because the tough gang leader really cared for 
her? Or was he simply taking no chances, and planned to use her as a hostage 
until their escape was made? 

After awhile Ellen heard several footsteps moving down the stairs and with a 
slow build up of terror she realized that she was now completely alone with 
Vito and knife-wielding Sylvia. The sound of the truck moving out of the 
warehouse signaled the beginning of what she assumed would be her final 
struggle, and she began to tremble, trying to steel herself to what the two 
remaining criminals had in store for her. A tiny flicker of hope still 
remained that the weasel-like Vito would protect her out of fear of the gang 
chief, but she knew that the chances were slight that he would be able to 
stand up to Sylvia's jealous prodding. Ellen eased down onto the floor and 
felt her bonds loosen somewhat. She tried to empty her mind of all thought, 
knowing that thinking was useless and could only send her into deeper 
despair. 

Surprisingly, she went to sleep. 

Sometime later, Ellen awakened out of a hazy, dream-filled half-sleep and 
noticed the door to the bedroom slowly pushing open. Then lurching around 
the open door came the tall cat-like figure of Sylvia whose face reflected 
an arrogant self confidence that for Ellen could only mean one thing. The 
tall smirking brunette stood a few paces from the young girl, staring and 
saying nothing for a long time. It was obvious that she had been drinking. 

"Well, the house whore has finally decided to wake up from her nap." Sylvia 
laughed evilly and swept her hand towards the door in a gesture of finality. 
"Ain't it funny? There's just you, me, and Vito. I think we ought to have a 
little party." 

Ellen stiffened and tried to struggle up from the floor. She wanted to say 
something that would erase the hateful expression on Sylvia's face, but 
everything she thought of would make the situation worse. The only thing she 
could do now was stall for time and hope for some kind of intervention that 
would save her from what lay ahead. 

"B--Billy, he told you not to touch me. Please don't touch me, you know what 
he'll do to you, if you do anything." 

The gang girl laughed again, and the ugly sound of her voice seemed to echo 
back to Ellen the absurdity of her remarks. Even to herself the protest 
seemed weak and feeble as though she did not believe it, and she held her 
breath when the girl approached her with eyes glinting ferociously. 

Sylvia took carefully small half-steps that prolonged the anguished tension 
of waiting, and Ellen tried to raise herself higher off the floor, feeling 
her bonds painfully clench around her arms and the tightness of her jeans, 
that had hitched up beneath the lower ropes, cutting into her waist. 
Suddenly, in one lightning movement, Sylvia's hand shot down and grabbed 
Ellen's hair, wrenching the young girl's head upward until she was staring 
into the other woman's hate- filled face. In this moment Ellen caught the 
full brunt of Sylvia's contemptuous wrath, and the pain tingling through her 
scalp was nothing compared to the force of sadistic glee sparkling in the 
gang girl's eyes. 

"Ya know what I'm going to do to ya, honey," Sylvia said, not releasing her 
tight grip on Ellen's hair. "I'm gonna make you feel real funny, like I'm 
gonna cut you up tit by tit, but that'll come after we have some other 
entertainment." 

"Oh please! God! Leave me alone!" Ellen pleaded, the tears beginning to well 
up in her eyes. 

"There ain't no reason to leave ya alone after the way ya been acting 
towards my man!" Sylvia screamed shrilly, then viciously back-handed the 
captive girl several times. The blows seemed to take the immediate pressure 
off her hate, and she let Ellen's head fall back against the wall. 

The young blonde made another effort to communicate with the infuriated gang 
girl. "I--it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask to be kidnapped by those men," 
Ellen sobbed piteously. 

"Ya know Rex is still here," Sylvia said cunningly and without preamble. "I 
suppose ya think he's gonna guard ya, don't ya?" 

Suddenly a feeling of horror implanted itself and flooded through Ellen's 
entire being. Now she remembered the animal-like noises from last night and 
the ribald laughter of the convicts as they shouted gleefully, "Go on, Rex. 
Fuck her too; she's a bitch!" Oh God! Mention of the dog and the irrational 
of the animal that she had experienced earlier merged into one terrorized 
realization. No, this was too much, she couldn't even bear to think of it! 

"That dog has been trained by Billy," Ellen said, her mind still grabbing 
for excuses to hold the tall brunette off from her. "Billy left him here to 
guard me." 

"We'll see what kinda guarding old Rex is going to do," Sylvia chortled 
sadistically. "Hey, Vito, get your ass here and bring that fucking dog with 
you." She laughed uproariously at her own joke. 

When Ellen began frantically struggling against her bounds, Sylvia grabbed 
her hair and rammed her head back against the wall. Low disgruntled groans 
could be heard from the front room, and a moment later the ferrety little 
convict appeared at the door accompanied by the huge German Shepherd. 

"Hey, Vito, look at this," Sylvia grinned back at the greasy-haired man 
standing in the entrance way. "We're gonna have us some fun while Billy 
plays his little cops and robbers game." 

The sadistically grinning gang girl leaned down and pinched and tore at the 
flesh on Ellen's arm until the young girl could stand the pain no longer. 
She jumped and screamed against her bonds, trying to escape the excruciating 
pain, but her struggles were useless and resulted only in the ropes cutting 
into her wrists and drawing blood. 

"I--I don't think we oughta mess with this kinda crap," Vito said nervously, 
licking his lips. "Billy finds out, and it'll be all over for the both of 
us." 

The statuesque brunette looked back at Vito contemptuously. It was obvious 
which one of the two had the strength to take command of this new situation, 
and the gang girl exercised that command now with the vicious poking and 
prodding of her fingers and hands. 

"Hey, Vito, wouldn't you like to see what kind of cunt this sweet innocent 
little thing's got?" Sylvia asked, leaning forward and reaching with both 
hands for the front of Ellen's tee-shirt. Ellen pulled away, but there was 
no place she could go. "It must be something pretty special for Billy to get 
so hopped up." The gang girl's hands tore at the light covering material, 
and Ellen's large, ripely swaying breasts fell free into the air. Both women 
could see Vito's eyes bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white torso 
bound helplessly to the wall, and even as they watched, his features began 
to change from nervousness to a sadistic anticipation. 

"Look at that, Vito," Sylvia said and leered back at the dumbfounded man 
behind her. "How'd you like to try some of that?" 

Vito stood with his jaw agape, a thin line of spittle forming on his 
trembling lower lip. The dog standing by his side sounded a low whimper that 
redirected the terrified captive's attention to the big animal. 

"What d'ya say, Vito? You get the bitch warmed up, and then we let Rex here 
have a go at her," Sylvia said, then turned to the struggling blonde again. 
"Old Rex fucks real good." Her eyes were devoid of emotion--lifeless--as she 
said it. 

"Stop it, stop this talk, I can't stand it!" Ellen screamed in one last 
verbal attempt to dissuade Sylvia from her viciously lewd intent. "I'll do 
anything, but get that dog away from me!" 

"Ya hear that, Vito?" Sylvia said in a low salacious tone. "She'll do what 
ya want as long as Rex boy don't mess with her." 

Suddenly, the gang girl was upon Ellen again. She seized her legs and pulled 
them wide apart, then with surprising strength she thrust one hand against 
the struggling girl's crotch and unzipped the tattered jeans. Ellen tried to 
pull her legs tight, but the strong pressure of her assailant's grip on her 
thigh was too much. 

"When I want you to open your legs, I mean it!" Ellen heard hissed at her 
through her pain-deadened mind. 

Sobbing convulsively, the blonde hostage's legs went limp, and she let her 
thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel the 
sadistic gang girl reaching down and grasping her ankles, and yanking her 
fearfully trembling body as far out of the corner as possible with her hands 
still bound to the wall. Her softly fleshed young buttocks scraped 
agonizingly across the rough floor, and she moaned in pained protest but it 
was not heard. 

"Now open 'em, baby, I want Vito to see how nice and tight your little pussy 
looks." 

Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, 
Ellen spread her legs a few inches more. 

"Open 'em wider, you slut, poor Vito can't see it... can ya, Vito?" she 
teased at him as his wildly gleaming eyes grew wider and small beads of 
sweat began to form on his forehead. 

Sylvia moved forward again. She grabbed the sides of Ellen's jeans and 
tugged at the tight covering denim, pulling them all the way off the 
struggling young girl's legs--then holding them aloft in contemptuous 
disdain. She laughed shrilly in sadistic glee as she saw Ellen cringing and 
trying to hide her nakedness. 

The captive young blonde sobbed helplessly in pain and humiliation, feeling 
the raw pink flesh of her vagina stretched open from the outward pressure 
against her legs. She was totally exposed to the weasel-like little 
convict's gaze as his savagely burning eyes locked in lustful desire on the 
tiny tight opening nestling in the sparse field of soft blonde cuntal hair 
up between her legs. 

"Now ya can do anything ya like to her, Vito. But ya gotta save the best 
part for Rex here. Whaddya think ya wanta do, Vito honey?" 

"What... what about Billy," he asked, his voice raspy with fear and an 
animal- like lust. 

"Who's going to tell Billy? Not me. Not you... not her! She's gonna try to 
escape and she's going to have an accident. Can't be helped. She likes to 
escape. We can't help it if she falls down three flights of stairs while 
being chased by Rex... and breaks her fucking neck." She grinned 
conspiratorially at the sweating convict. 

Vito's laughter was a high-pitched cackle of enjoyment. He actually rubbed 
his hands in glee. 

Cowering in terror in the corner, Ellen had never felt so naked and 
frightened in her life. Her mind whirled at the thought of being attacked by 
the lewdly grinning Vito, but an awesome sensation of incomprehensible fear 
shot through her when she thought of the dog that stood panting beside him. 
God, Rex was huge. She just couldn't stand the idea of touching the beast, 
much less passively submitting to the vile obscenity they had in mind for 
him to do. The hate-filled Sylvia was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much 
to listen to any kind of plea for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it 
a hundred times more if Ellen were to beg. There was no hope now for 
anything, and the young hostage didn't try to stop the tears of humiliation 
and fright that were streaming down her cheeks. 

Ellen closed her eyes to blot out Sylvia's smirking face then reopened them 
again and jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The tall 
brunette gang girl had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand 
against the softly tender flesh surrounding her vagina. "No, no, stop, 
please stop," the captive groaned in abject fear. 

Vito bent eagerly down behind Sylvia and the slightly built convict inched 
forward, leering toward Sylvia's hand that worked at the bound girl's wide- 
splayed vaginal lips. Then like some anxious animal closing in for the kill, 
he pushed past Sylvia, thrusting his face a few inches away from her finger 
working around the edges of the tortured little cunt. For a moment Ellen 
forgot about the slow humiliating violation of her nakedly exposed cuntal 
area and focused all her attention on Vito's crazed expression that 
contorted in obvious anticipation of what he would do to her next. 

"Yeah, I'll warm her up all right," he growled, not taking his eyes from 
between her legs where the grinning Sylvia had expertly insinuated her 
fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the 
already wet passage. 

"Let's get her on the bed," the gang girl said in a commanding voice. "You 
and Rex can't do nothin' to her down here on the floor... you'll both get 
splinters in your balls." 

As though she were in a dream, Ellen felt herself pushed from the wall, and 
saw the ropes cut swiftly by the knife in Vito's hand, and then she was 
being bodily lifted, with all will to resist gone, and held in the tight 
clench of Vito and Sylvia's arms above the bed. She was dropped heavily and 
hit the soiled mattress with a hard smack. Then she sensed her arms being 
pulled back from in front of her and her back striking against the wall. 
Through a blur of scalding tears she made out the figure of Sylvia standing 
over her and Vito's ferret-like form crawling up on the bed next to her. 

She felt the sadistic convict's thin tensed body push up against her and 
heard him fumbling with his clothing, not bothering to remove his pants but 
just unzipping his fly. He moved closer and she pulled away from him towards 
the wall, jerking abruptly as she felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was 
Sylvia and she was reaching over the bed, thrusting Ellen closer to Vito's 
lust-incited form. The two pairs of hands that were suddenly pinching and 
clawing over her nakedly writhing young body were indistinguishable from one 
another, and it seemed as though every sensitive area of her fearfully 
cringing flesh was being explored and prodded to increase her pain and 
humiliation. Then she sensed an all-too-familiar touch, something she had 
learned to recognize from the several violations of her body during the past 
two days. The hot spongy hardness of Vito's eagerly throbbing cock sprang 
out from the opening of his pants and with a soft thud smacked against the 
narrow hair-lined opening of her cunt. The helplessly struggling girl 
stretched her buttocks backwards, but the evil little Vito followed her, 
moving his hands across her hips until they clenched the quivering cheeks of 
her ass. 

Ellen lurched back again and wriggled her buttocks in one last vain attempt 
to escape the constant painful kneading of his fingers and hands. But it was 
useless. Vito's long hard cock began making its slow entry through the tight 
outer lips of the girl's moistly dilating cunt, his progress only slightly 
impeded by the spasmodic wrenching of her groin away from him. Suddenly, 
Ellen felt a new pressure coming from behind. At first there was a tingling, 
then a more painful sensation as Vito's hands tightened in back of her, 
pulling her clenched buttocks wide apart. She looked up and saw Sylvia's 
sadistically smiling face only inches away from her thighs. The gang girl 
had thrust her finger against the tight rubbery ring of Ellen's anus and, 
with the aid of the man in front of her, began a malicious prodding at the 
blonde's tender rear entrance. 

"Oh, noooooo, aaaaaaargh," she moaned in pained humiliation. "Please don't. 
God! Don't do that to me." 

But the young hostage's helpless protestations were useless. Her nakedly 
trembling body gave a fretful heave sideways to escape the dual prodding 
from in front and behind, and she felt an excruciating pain rip through her 
thighs as Sylvia's sharp claws dug into the soft white flesh above Ellen's 
buttocks. The gang girl clenched her fingers until the screeching-in-agony 
captive could stand it no longer. The outstretched finger that worked at her 
nether passage now had full access to her and Ellen felt she would do 
anything now to avoid the terrible searing pain that she had learned to 
associate with each of her struggling movements. Nothing was important 
anymore as long as she escaped the burning torture of Sylvia's viciously 
grasping hands that she could still feel digging into the sensitive skin of 
her inner thighs and prodding at the tightly puckered anal ring. 

She could feel the hot rubbery hardness of Vito's cock thrust partially into 
her moist, slowly widening cuntal passage, even as Sylvia's extended finger 
screwed into her quivering ass. 

"Deeper, do you want me to fuck you deeper?" Vito asked lewdly, removing his 
hands from her helplessly squirming buttocks, and moving them up to her 
large pink-rippled breasts that he squeezed and kneaded in growing lust. 

Ellen did not answer. Her mouth opened in silent protestation, but her lips 
pursed tightly shut when she felt Sylvia's finger worm farther into her rear 
orifice. She was impaled now from both sides. The vision of the brunette 
gang girl bent over her and Vito cleaving into her moistly clasping vagina 
sent an electric shock of shame through her pulsating groin and into the 
rippling flesh of her abdomen. She could feel the sadistic little convict's 
long burrowing penis grow larger, if that were at all possible, as he began 
his strong ram-rod thrusts. She pulled back away from him, but this seemed 
to increase his excitement and he drove harder, his thick, sperm-inflated 
hardness pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in surging waves 
before its cruel searching head. 

Ellen looked up again and saw Sylvia smile in triumph. Then she heard and 
felt the swift removal of the gang girl's finger slipping out of her ass 
with a moist swish of air. 

"Go on, fuck it, fuck it, Vito!" Sylvia screamed, long swatches of cum- 
matted black hair dangling over her face and giving her a demented 
appearance. 

The gang girl stood back away from the bed for a moment and watched the lewd 
scene with dazed eyes. The German Shepherd sat at the woman's side and 
viewed the writhing figures with a bemused animal curiosity, perking up his 
ears with each spasmodic lurch and groan from the bed. Low bestial growls 
came from the dog's panting mouth, completing the depravity of the scene and 
seeming to merge with the rhythmical moans and squeakings that resounded 
from the bed. 

Ellen's naked young body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as Vito began 
his last pile-driving thrusts into the deepest recesses of her cunt. The day 
of waiting for this blonde bitch had taken its toll on Vito's ability to 
hold himself off from climax much longer, and the incredible warmth of the 
girl's lushly quivering body and the moistly contracting tightness of her 
hot little cunt brought him closer and closer to orgasm. 

There was nothing else in the world for the girl hostage now. No Billy, no 
Sylvia, nothing but this deep mind-dazing screwing of animal lust and flesh, 
of belly smacking against belly, crotch grinding against crotch. 

"That's it, Vito. Fuck 'er with all you've got," Sylvia intoned from across 
the room, driving him on into greater lust-incited fury. 

Ellen's eyes opened and closed in a lost gaze of pain and humiliation. The 
convict was coming in from a new angle--one that gave him added depth. She 
had not been fucked this deep before, not once in the last two days, and she 
winced as he routed the head around deep inside, enlarging the virginal end 
of her channel and feeling her own involuntarily clasping muscles grip at 
his rigidity like warm elastic. 

Suddenly Vito lurched. He poised over her in a push-up position, his hands 
holding her breasts for a moment before pushing down between her arms. He 
levered her unresisting legs off the bed in an arc flat back over her head, 
pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of 
her shoulders. 

"Ram it to her, Vito," Sylvia's voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the 
distance. "Shoot it in her." 

Spurred on by Ellen's frantically twisting body below, he dug even more 
deeply into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her 
head, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a pile- driving machine 
gone out of control. 

He was cumming now, she could feel his waves of unbelievably warm sperm 
shooting deep into her dilating womb as her head whirled at the onslaught of 
hot powerful squirts surging wildly into her, filling her to the bursting 
point with its sticky whiteness. Then it was over, except for the hoarse 
panting from both of them. Ellen lay back from Vito, sobbing piteously as 
her head pushed against the wall and her blonde hair streamed wildly down 
her neck and onto her full firm breasts. She had felt the hugeness of Vito's 
cock shoot its enveloping wetness into her womb, and had experienced a 
half-second of unconsciousness which she recognized as an orgasm of sorts as 
his burgeoning cock had flooded her moistly clasping cuntal passage to the 
brim. Now he pulled away from her, his slowly deflating cock slipping loudly 
from her sucking vaginal lips. He lay for a moment beside her and then slid 
slowly from the bed, leaving her nakedly battered body face down on the 
mattress. 

Ellen looked up for a moment through tear-flooded eyes to see the figures of 
Vito and Sylvia gesticulating to one another and the dog looking up 
questioningly at the two of them. Then to her horror, she saw the two 
criminals lead the huge, eagerly whining German Shepherd toward the bed. 
Ellen cringed away and pushed against the wall, a mind- stunning blanket of 
primeval terror blanketing her as she knew she could no longer escape this 
horrible fate. 

"That's it, Vito, lift his paws onto the bed," she heard the wanton voice of 
Sylvia shout out. Then she was screaming as she felt the soft touch of 
animal fur on her ankle and a warm breath on her calf. A vicious slap across 
the face almost knocked her unconscious. Her screams choked off in a low 
moan of anguish, and she moved an inch away, but the animal warmth followed 
her... and the stillness of the expectant spectators filled her with a black 
dread that was almost paralyzing in its intensity. 

Ellen looked back and saw the powerful form of Rex hunched over the bed. She 
tried to move forward but found the harsh grip of Sylvia's hands holding her 
back, and she grimaced in pain as the gang girl gripped her shoulders 
forcefully downward onto the mattress. She could not move. Sylvia sat with 
legs spread wide apart in front of her, while Vito stood to her side 
preventing any lateral movement. Ellen lay flat on her belly now, her face 
thrust into the filthy pillow, afraid to move and equally fearful that her 
stillness would signal a position of complete subjugation to her torturers. 

Suddenly, there was the cold touch of animal nostrils against her lower 
thigh that sent her gaze back and froze her into a position of terrorized 
fear. Her mind screamed at her paralyzed muscles to move, to roll over, to 
lower her legs and get off the bed, but her body simply shuddered and the 
dog stood and growled bestially in warning. 

Ellen froze, her thighs pulled close together, not daring to move now as the 
huge dog growled menacingly once again over her, his great panting head just 
above her defenselessly upturned loins. Suddenly there was the feel of hands 
on her knees and buttocks as Vito and Sylvia pulled her legs wide apart for 
the dog's entry. 

Ellen felt as though the last moment of her life had come. There was nothing 
she could do now but submit, and submit she did as Rex's coldly wet nose 
began inching up her thighs and finally lodged against the opening of her 
fearfully cringing vagina. The horrible violations of her body during the 
past few days had reduced the young girl to nothing but a vessel of nakedly 
quivering flesh, and now with the knowledge that they were going to kill her 
there wasn't anything except a kind of blind willingness to be subjugated 
and dominated to the point of absolute self-annihilation. So far as she was 
concerned, she was already dead. Let them do what they willed. 

The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's hair- 
covered crotch and sniffed it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had 
found a bitch in heat. For a moment the blonde hostage, in spite of her 
resignation to her fate, tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his head 
and growled again and began greedily lapping at the narrow pink slit up 
between her thighs. He ran his tongue down the full length of it from the 
tightly puckered anal opening, up over the wetly fluted edges of her cunt, 
and to the tiny gleaming clitoris atop her pubic mound. His great tongue 
spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a hot knife through 
butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping 
sporadically to sniff at her warmly perfumed cunt and wagging his tail in 
obvious appreciation. 

Rex was pushing harder, the nose and tongue more persistent at her upturned 
buttocks. Ellen felt a lewd thrill, at this point only understandable to her 
because of the subjugation she had gone through before, and she fought with 
all her will against it. The dog's glistening long scarlet penis slipped 
from its huge sheath, the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot wet 
crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to push the tapered point 
and the thick shaft into her body. 

Above and around her the shadowy forms of Vito and Sylvia seemed to set up a 
lewd chant-like motion. Gone was all sense of protest or violation--she was 
merely an equivalent of the animal that haunched over her, a receptacle that 
symbolized the junction of animal and human as in days of old when man was a 
mythic union of the gods and animals. 

Out of control, the dog growled in frustration as Ellen, in desperation, 
twisted her buttocks in an attempt to push the slippery organ away. But 
Sylvia merely reached down and guided the point of it into the cringing 
girl's narrow pink pussy slit, and Rex immediately began humping 
forward--each of his eager thrusts spreading her cunt wider and wider apart. 

Ellen did not know what she was doing, her responses were merely automatic 
gestures that had been trained into her over the past few days, and so she 
without volition raised her white young buttocks up to allow easier entry. 

The animal lurched heavily on top of her, thrusting his bestial fur- covered 
paws around her torso as though his forelegs were human arms wrenching 
around her, writhing back. From deep in her consciousness Ellen could hear a 
low gasp come from the two figures who had stood up from the bed to give the 
animal complete access to her. 

With a cry, she tensed as the long scarlet penis slipped out, but Rex 
returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. He knew where and 
how to go this time. The German Shepherd jerked forward and with one smooth 
lunge buried his huge cudgel deep up the kneeling young girl's pink, 
spasmodically grasping cunt. 

His thinly tapered penis slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk 
to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging from below her wet pubic hair. Coming 
to her senses momentarily, Ellen tried to wrench away again, but Sylvia's 
hands gripped her forearms and dug her fingernails into her flesh, forcing 
the girl to submit to the brutal animal impalement. It was being done to 
her, she thought in desperation; there was a dog fucking into her vagina. It 
was a fact. There was nothing-- absolutely nothing she could do to change 
that fact or stop it. Let it end as soon as possible, she prayed. 

Her face contorted in abject surrender, and she began slow responsive 
movements, upturning her buttocks and tightly flexing and unflexing her 
vaginal muscles to bring the dog to climax. Rex emitted a low, almost human 
growl and thrust his hind legs more closely against the girl's wildly 
trembling buttocks, and began a tensed jerking, skewering his bestially huge 
penis farther up her moistly clasping passage. 

Vito bent down a few inches from the bed, a long stream of spittle running 
down his chin, his idiot-like face a grotesque mask of lewd twitchings and 
contortion. It was even better seeing the dog get the blonde girl than it 
had been watching the arrogant Sylvia being sodomized by the same animal 
last night. The memory of the orgasm he'd had only a moment before and the 
thought of his hot cum merging with the lewd animal sperm in the subjected 
young girl's belly sent a surge of salacious delight through his groin. He 
began to groan in rhythmic response to the scene in front of him, grasping 
his long hard cock and pulling at it in response to the lewd animal fucking. 
Sylvia bent down her own voluptuously ripe body and thrusting up between her 
legs to play with the tiny hardening pleasure bud of her clitoris. She moved 
closer to Vito, their dual masturbation of their lust-incited genitals 
setting up a weird responsive slapping sound that fused and smacked in time 
to the buffeting coming from the bed. 

Ellen's large taut breasts danced beneath her writhing torso, moving in time 
to the glistening scarlet cock of the dog as it slid into her from behind, a 
relentless hot poker of animal flesh burying itself deep within her human 
belly. Gone from her now was all awareness of who she was or how she had 
come to be subjugated as she was. She lay groaning in tiny unintelligible 
gasps that seeped from between her tightly clenched teeth like quick puffs 
of steam from a laboring locomotive inching its way up a steep incline. Her 
mood seemed to slowly transform itself, and she was surprised when she found 
herself giving more to the animal than she had ever dreamed. There was only 
one way to please the rapaciously grinning criminals crouched lewdly in 
front of her on the floor; she had to appear to enjoy the animal fucking in 
order to escape what Sylvia obviously had in store for her after the animal 
had spent itself. Yes, she wanted to enjoy it, and strangely the tiny bit of 
masochism in every woman suddenly broke forth into a surge of nerve- 
jangling excitement. There was still the pain but it had become strangely 
pleasurable, and she found herself wantonly thrusting and squirming back to 
meet the obscene impalement each time the German Shepherd jerked forward 
into her. 

"Ooooooh, oooooh," the kneeling young blonde groaned from beneath the 
panting Rex. The dog was lapping his tongue at Ellen's neck and wrenching 
his paws, yet strangely withholding his long canine claws from painful 
contact with her skin. His long dripping penis was buried to the hilt up her 
hotly clasping vaginal passage, and the earlier feeling of pain had 
gradually given way to electric shocks of salacious delight. Her eyes shot 
down to her shadow on the floor for a moment and the obscene shadowy 
movements of the dog fucking into her from behind presented a strange 
picture, as though out of a pornographic movie; and the pagan sight only 
increased her uncontrollable lust. 

"Oh, yes, fuck it like that," she crooned through sensually clenched lips as 
the beast humped up heavily between her widespread buttock cheeks and 
rotated the giant blood-filled penis deep around up inside the hotly sucking 
tunnel of her hungry young pussy. 

She had not submitted like this even to Vito, but had held off hoping that 
his violation would be the last. But now, with all resistance gone, she was 
mouthing obscenities back at an uncomprehending animal to do things to her 
with words like "cunt", "fuck", and "shit". The narrow dividing line between 
rightness and wrongness had now been crossed, and it was obvious that she 
was enjoying this perverted animal fucking as much, if not more, than with a 
human. She swept her long blonde hair from side to side, her lust-blinded 
eyes not even seeing the wantonly writhing figures of Sylvia finger-fucking 
herself or the evil little Vito maniacally stroking his blood-inflated cock. 

The panting Rex burrowed and growled over the whimpering girl who muttered 
incoherent noises into the mattress. His long scarlet penis swelled and 
lurched up a final fraction of an inch, pressing its tip at the opening of 
her already sperm-filled womb. He yelped once and thrust his fur-covered 
abdomen more tightly against Ellen's wildly squirming buttocks. 

Ellen cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad 
pummeling of the wild animal heaving on top of her, feeling his cock swell 
as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full awesome 
length where the moist rubbery walls of her vagina held it vise-like and 
hot. 

"Oh no, God, God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she 
felt his penis begin to jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the 
moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her 
helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene hot cum; there was nothing 
in the world she could do about it but continue kneeling slavishly in front 
of him like another animal. And through it all, she knew that she had only 
hate for the dog... because he had come too soon. She had been so close! 

There was a stronger yelp from in back of her and she felt his great 
throbbing cock burst wide open, beginning to boil his hot animal cum into 
her. Then, with the unexpectedness of a bolt of lightning, her own orgasm 
struck her and Ellen screamed in animal rapture and rammed back against the 
dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm 
in hot spurts deep in her clasping vagina. 

Sylvia and Vito on the floor were both approaching orgasm now themselves as 
they rubbed and jerked at their own genitals; their excitement increased 
tenfold as they saw the thick white liquid ooze from Ellen's tight little 
cunt which was violently milking the penis of the dog; his trails of the 
sticky white liquid ran down the firm ivory columns of her thighs as the 
kneeling young girl continued to shriek out her orgasm. Then, her backside 
glistening with cum, Ellen pitched forward on her face, almost unconscious, 
the rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipping from her sperm-flooded 
vaginal passage with a lewd, wet sucking noise that echoed obscenely through 
the silence of the room. 

The exhaustedly trembling young captive lay on her belly panting for breath 
as the dog heaved off the mattress and sprawled out his weary form next to 
the bed. Ellen's whole body ached in the aftermath of the painful attack, 
and she dared not move for fear that even greater pain would assault her. 
She waited, knowing that the final moment had not yet come, that Vito and 
Sylvia who had both reached writhing climax a few moments before would be on 
her again in a matter of moments. 

The moment came only a second later. 

"Now how about that," the voice of the gang girl hissed viciously from the 
side of the bed. Ellen looked up and saw Sylvia standing beside her, the 
huge blade of Vito's knife that he had used to cut her bonds in her hand. 

Ellen raised her head in weak protest, but she knew that it was useless. The 
gang girl brandished the knife over her, slicing it through the air in a 
kind of hypnotic gesture that caught the gaze of the reclining Vito. 

"What ya gonna do to her?" the criminal's startled voice rang out. "I 
thought we were gonna throw her over the railing and break her neck!" 

"Whaddya think I'm gonna do with this here knife?" the gang girl spat at 
him. "I'm gonna start slicing tit by tit, just like I said I would," she 
spat down at him. 

Vito looked up for an interminable moment, his dazed eyes clearing somewhat 
and then began rising off the floor. "Ya put that knife away, ya got no 
reason to use it," he shouted, raising a fist at Sylvia who was still 
grimacing down at him. "Billy'll kill us if he thinks we touched her." 

"Fuck Billy!" Sylvia turned away from the badly frightened little convict, 
ignoring his shouts and continued swishing the blade through mid-air, moving 
it closer and closer to the screaming, cowering Ellen who pathetically 
cringed against the wall, looking like a bird at the approach of a cat. 

Behind the woman Ellen could see Vito approach closer, his hands opening and 
closing in nervous protesting gesticulations. His hands clenched into tight 
fists and the muscles of his forearms stood out demonstrating a strength 
Ellen had not thought the thin man capable of. At least, she had someone on 
her side, even if he did want to kill her- -just as Sylvia--but wanted to 
make her death look like an accident. 

Suddenly there was a wild movement of flailing limbs in front of her as Vito 
had leapt up behind Sylvia, grappling with her arms, but the lithe gang girl 
spun around and made a vicious slash against the criminal's chest. In the 
midst of the scuffle the German Shepherd rose and sank his teeth into 
Sylvia's ankle, instinctively attacking the suddenly insane gang girl. The 
pain of the dog's bite only drove her to further madness and she thrust the 
long switchblade knife in an upward curve from her hips. The blade made a 
loud "thunk" as it sank into Vito's chest. 

Sylvia smiled again across the width of the bed. 

"Ya thought ya almost had it made, didn't ya?" she snarled. "But now you're 
gonna get it, and I'm gonna be slow and easy about cuttin' ya up. I'll make 
it hurt... I promise ya... " The German Shepherd cowered away from the 
standing woman, his tail curled between his legs. He knew who was master 
now, the long bloody knife glinting in his master's former girlfriend's hand 
clearly demonstrated this. 

Ellen felt her last hope dwindle away when she saw that the animal who had 
been her lover only moments before was incapable of acting as her protector. 
Now it was only a matter of waiting, since she would be unable to avoid the 
pendulum swing of the razor-like blade. She closed her eyes, trying to blot 
out the vision of the glistening blade of steel now running with blood, held 
in the hand of the stealthily approaching gang girl. "Let it be fast and not 
hurt too much," she prayed silently. "Please let it be fast." She had no 
hope of living. 

"Now let me get that tit in my hand," Ellen heard through her fogged mind. 
"Just poke it out so I can start cutting." 

Sylvia reached down toward Ellen's breast, and the terror-paralyzed young 
girl was incapable of movement. The tall brunette's hand darted out and 
clenched one nipple tight, squeezing the roseate tipped breast in a 
scissor-like grip that sent a shriek of excruciating agony screaming up from 
the depths of Ellen's being. The knife flashed in the air and made a 
downward movement... 

Suddenly the entire world seemed to blow up in an ear-splitting 
explosion--one second the hand was there and then it wasn't. 

Ellen watched the crazed sadistic look on Sylvia's face change to one of 
frozen horror, shock, then agony. The gang girl fell away from the bed, and 
Ellen saw the form of Billy standing at the door, a pistol smoking in his 
hand. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellen saw the dog cringe away from the 
scene, disappearing down the stairway away from his master. Ellen wobbled to 
her feet, then stood up in front of him. 

"Well, well, look at what's been goin' on in here," he said with a strange 
sense of ease in his voice. "The killing's off." He grinned, shaking his 
head in disbelief. "Would you believe... would you believe... " he began 
laughing so hard that he was forced to sit on the bed and tears streamed 
down his darkly handsome face, "would you believe... the Senator's plane was 
hijacked... to Cuba!" 

Ellen turned her face away from the two outstretched bodies on the floor. 
She had been through too much in the past few days to be able to regain her 
thoughts; the room was swirling around and around. All she wanted now was to 
go home and sleep and sleep until the pain of the experience softened to the 
point where she could begin living her life again. 

Cash appeared from behind Billy and shook his head on witnessing the bloody 
scene in front of him. "Jesus! What we gonna do about this, Billy?" Cash 
asked quietly, obviously concerned. 

The gang leader took out his gun and dropped it on the floor beside Vito. 
"They killed each other," he said quietly. "Both of them were psychos--only 
a matter of time, anyway." He paused, "We'll torch the building." 

"And the girl?" Cash jerked his head toward Ellen who stared unseeing at a 
blank wall. 

"What do you think we should do to her?" Billy asked quietly, and Pop who 
had just entered the room was included in the question. 

"She can pin this on you," the old man said thoughtfully. He glanced down at 
Vito lying lifelessly in a puddle of blood and over to Sylvia, still 
brandishing her knife in death. "It's up to you, Billy," he said, "It's up 
to you... " 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Ellen sat in front of the television set on the sun porch of her mother's 
home a few miles outside the city. She relaxed with a glass of lemonade in 
her hand, letting her thoughts go back for the first time to the violent 
experiences that had transpired only a few days before. She recalled with a 
strange sense of gratefulness how Billy, Cash and Pop had driven her to the 
outskirts of the suburban village where she lived and remembered the last 
look of almost gentle affection Billy had given her before the truck had 
disappeared forever-- traveling the entire length of the Florida Peninsula 
before inevitably approaching their capture that she had read about briefly 
in the newspaper that morning. 

She heard her older sister's voice coming from the living room behind her, 
and smiled as Jennifer entered the sun porch and embraced her warmly. Ellen 
had made up a few excuses to her family about staying with a friend in Tampa 
for a few days and that had satisfied her mother somewhat; and now the young 
girl felt she could continue her life without having to bare the sordid 
details of her kidnapping to anyone. It just wouldn't help things, she 
thought, and she felt she could be closer to her sister by not mentioning 
the lewd spectacle of Jennifer fucking two men at the same time that had 
sent her off onto the lonely road that night and resulted in her 
kidnap-rape. 

"Well," Jennifer said, smiling and sitting down on the divan in front of 
Ellen. "Don't we look rested now?" 

Ellen shrugged and sat down next to her sister, offering her a sip of 
lemonade. "I really feel fine. You know, a little vacation really does a 
person a world of good." 

"I've got a date with Phil tonight," Jennifer said. "What do you think I 
should wear?" 

Ellen smiled to herself, knowing that her sister had no idea what she had 
seen from the sand dune a few days before. She thought for a moment and then 
said, "Something light and comfortable. It's warm out and maybe a mini would 
be nice." 

Jennifer nodded and trotted off the porch, leaving Ellen alone with her 
thoughts again. The young girl leaned forward and turned on the color 
television once more. The news was on and she watched film clips of an 
earthquake disaster flash onto the screen. 

A moment later the picture of three handcuffed men being led up a stairway 
to a courthouse appeared before her, and Ellen felt an electric shock run 
down the length of her spine when she recognized the figures of Billy, Cash 
and Pop, although all three of them tried to cover their heads. 

For a brief instant Billy turned his face toward the camera, and Ellen 
thought she could make out a searching look in his eyes that reminded her of 
the last tender glance he had given her before the pickup truck had 
dissolved into the semi-tropical darkness of the Florida night. 

And suddenly she was weeping again--crying for him and what he might have 
been... and what he would mean to her through the long sunny days ahead. 


THE END
