The next morning seemed normal enough to Victoria. She was hoping nothing would have to be said about the night before, and her husband graciously said nothing about it.
But Andrew did seem less communicative than usual. While Victoria prepared breakfast, he took his morning swim in the nude, as usual. And, as usual, she sullenly refused to even glance at her naked husband while she put breakfast on the patio table out by the pool. Although a high wall surrounded their back yard, affording total privacy, Victoria hated for Andrew to skinny-dip, and they had argued about if frequently. But Andrew, justifiably proud of his athletic body, liked to run around naked. And he had continued to skinny-dip, despite his wife's protests.
He had eventually compromised by wearing a towel at the breakfast table, since Victoria insisted the sight of a naked man at the table spoiled her appetite. The truth was, the sight of a naked man under any circumstances made Victoria sick. After their customary pool side breakfast, Andrew got dressed and told his wife he was going to fly up to Tahoe for a few days and see if his luck improved there; he was on a losing streak at the Vegas casinos.
Victoria didn't think that too unusual.
Andrew Halstead had won and lost fortunes in casinos all over the world. But, in the long run, he always came out ahead gambling, and he and Victoria lived very well. So she never questioned his judgement about gambling; he was a professional.
She only hoped he didn't lose the house in Tahoe before his luck turned. She had never quite gotten over having to give up the beautiful villa they'd had in Monte Carlo when she first married him but she could hardly complain. He had lost the villa the same way he got it gambling. Easy come, easy go.
After Victoria had taken Andrew to the airport, she returned to their palatial home on the outskirts of town. She was always lonely when he was gone, rattling around that big house all by herself. She sorely missed the friends and the busy social life she had established in Monte Carlo. She didn't like Americans very much, and had yet to feel comfortable in Las Vegas.
The day passed uneventfully.
Victoria hibernated inside the huge house, enjoying the air conditioning while the desert out side sweltered. She despised the desert in summer and never went outside, except early in the morning or after sundown. She complained constantly that Las Vegas was unfit for human habitation. But that was where the big casinos were, and so that was where they lived for now, anyway.
That day, the lonely housewife managed to entertain herself watching the afternoon soaps on television, working on the rug she was weaving, and then watching the evening news. After having dinner alone in the kitchen she never liked to dine alone in the huge and elegant dining room Victoria got into her conservatively cut one-piece swimsuit and ventured out into the lingering heat for a dip in the pool. The sun had set, and the temperature was tolerable, even though the concrete around the pool was still nearly hot enough to blister her feet.
She ran across the pool deck, her green swimsuit glinting in ghostly light from the pool, and splashed into the refreshing water.
As she floated lazily on her back, she noticed a few of the brighter stars already twinkling in the sky, which was quickly going from gray to black. The stars were like old friends to Victoria, because they were the same stars she had known so well as a girl in Ireland. The familiar patterns of the stars in the night sky always reminded her of home, of a time when life was simple and predictable.
Kicking gently to propel herself through the caressing water, Victoria focused her gaze on the brightest star in the sky.
"Star light, star bright… first star I've seen tonight… I wish I may, I wish…" Her breath suddenly caught in her throat when she saw a head pop up over the back wall. Some young man was watching her and watching with a brazen lack of concern over the fact that she obviously saw him.
Then, before she could react, two more guys' head came into view. The three guys were evidently standing on the big trash container out in the alley, and they were looking her over with alarming boldness.
Victoria suddenly felt violated, and she started swimming for the edge of the pool nearest the house.
"All right, guys!" one of them said approvingly. "We're in luck! She's a real looker!"
Another one of them gave a lewd wolf-whistle, and all of them started laughing as the frightened young woman scrambled out of the water and started backing toward the patio door.
"Get out of here!" she shouted angrily. She clutched her arms to her tits protectively, even though her swimsuit more than amply covered her charms. "This is private property!"
The first guy she had seen, who had a red bandanna tied around his curly brown hair, climbed up atop the wall and stood there arrogantly.
"Come on, lady," he said. "What kind of hospitality is this? Ain't you gonna invite us in for the party?"
"There's no party here." Victoria said, still edging backward nervously. "You must have the wrong place."
"Nope," he said confidently. "We got the right place."
She stared at the muscle-bound young punk in disbelief. He was wearing tight faded jeans and a midriff T-shirt that lewdly exposed his belly. He was probably in his mid-twenties. And he was rather handsome, except that he had dark-brown eyes that looked sinister to her.
"Well, Vicky?" he said, hooking a thumb in his front pocket. "You ready to party?"
Victoria felt goose bumps rising on her satiny flesh when the brash stranger called her by name. She had never seen him before in her life. The other two guys mounted the wall, then all three of them jumped nimbly down into the yard and began advancing around the pool, coming toward her.
"Oh, dear God!" she gasped when she got a good look at all of them. "No!"
Those other two were carrying things that made Victoria's blood run cold metal things that glittered in the shimmering light from the still-undulating water in the pool.
Chains were draped over their shoulders, heavy chains of the type bikers might use. Handcuffs dangling from the belt loops on their jeans swung as they walked, and one of them wore a holster containing a big knife. Both of them were carrying ropes and other items she couldn't quite make out.
It was all happening so fast, Victoria couldn't be certain what she was seeing except that it looked like something out of a nightmare.
They were approaching the terrified woman rapidly now. She kept her eyes on them, searching frantically behind her back for the patio door handle. They reminded her of horrid New York street gangs she had seen in films only this was all too real!
"Go away!" Victoria yelped pitifully, gripping the door handle and already knowing it was too late.
Before she could get inside the house, the big guy with the bandanna grabbed her wrist, yanking her violently away from the door.
During the fleeting moment when that big hand first grasped her frail wrist, Victoria froze with fear. She just stared open-mouthed at the three guys, unable to believe they had come right into her back yard and accosted her this way.
The muscle-bound guy with the midriff T-shirt and the red bandanna seemed to be the leader. The youngest one, a blond teenager in jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, had the outward appearance of a decent collegiate type. But the other one, a big mean-looking Mexican with piercing blue eyes, gave Victoria the creeps. Clad in jeans and a dirty-looking white tank top, he was a powerful, savage-looking man with very dark skin. His coal-black eyes seemed to flash with malevolence.
"Let's chain the bitch up and fuck her!" the big Latino said eagerly, speaking in a booming baritone voice. "Get her swimsuit off!"
"Just a fuckin' minute, Raul," the guy with the bandanna said, holding tightly to both of Victoria's wrists. He drew her close to his face. "You want to fuck us nice, lady? Or you wanna make it bad for yourself? Either way, don't make no difference to us."
The foul aromas of beer and tobacco wafted into her face from his mouth as he spoke, causing her to wrinkle her nose.
"Get your hands off me, you scumbag!" she blurted. "I'd die before I'd let trash like you touch me… that way."
"Don't let her talk to you like that, Chuck," the blond guy said, seemingly excited by her little bit of resistance. "Slap the shit out of her!"
There was a loud clattering noise as Raul dropped the heavy chains he'd been carrying. He abruptly grabbed the back of her swimsuit and yanked, ripping the zipper open clear down to her ass.
"Get the bitch naked and let's fuck her!" he demanded.
Victoria gasped with embarrassment as Chuck held her hands firmly while the Mexican literally tore her swimsuit from her body, leaving her standing stark naked before them.
"Yeah!" the blond exclaimed, grabbing one of her bare tits and squeezing it. "You're real pretty, lady… real pretty!"
In the next instant, Victoria felt the Mexican's hands on her naked ass. He was squeezing her fleshy ass cheeks and probing into the crevice of her ass with one finger, causing her to lurch forward when he jabbed a finger up her tight asshole.
When she lunged forward to escape the finger up her ass, her pussy banged against Chuck's cock bulge, and she could tell he already had a hard-on.
"Man!" Chuck laughed. "Look at that. She can't wait for it!"
He forced her hand down to his crotch, making her rub her delicate fingertips over the outline of his big stiff prick in the denim. He stared into her green eyes, obviously pleased by the shock he saw there. Victoria had never felt so humiliated in her life.
"Feel her cunt, Scott." Chuck said to the blond. "See if she's gettin, wet for my cock yet."
Scott's hot hand was suddenly groping in Victoria's crotch, his fingers brushing through her fine blonde cunt hair and rubbing her cunt lips. At the same time, she felt Raul's rough hands at her ass again, his jabbing finger fucking her asshole again. She flinched as he started finger-fucking her ass at the same time Scott crammed a finger into her cunt hole.
"Dry," Scott said, frowning. "Her pussy's dry man."
"Shit," Chuck said in disgust. "Well, I'll take care of that in short order. Here… hold her hands while I get little old Oscar out. He'll get her all juicy."
"Oscar's his dick," Scott said, laughing boyishly as he took over restraining Victoria.
Raul kept finger-fucking Victoria's asshole with one hand, rubbing the satiny globes of her ass with the other. Scott held her wrists firmly, licking his lips as he gazed fondly at her pelt, pink-nippled tits. Victoria watched in dismay as Chuck unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down onto his thighs. His hard prick sprang up as his jeans went down, since he wore no underwear.
His circumcised cock was large, far larger than her husband's cock. The muscular punk stood there for a moment, his feet planted far apart and his bare mid-section and loins lewdly exposed as he jacked on his prick. She could see a droplet of clear pre-cum glistening on his gaping piss slit.
"I'm wet for you, baby." Chuck said, using his thumb to smear the pre-cum over his cock head. "Gonna get you wet, right now."
Scott moved to one side, still holding Victoria's wrists as Chuck stepped forward, aiming his prick at her vulnerable pussy.
Victoria's wind was racing. She glanced about frantically, wondering if any of the neighbors were outside. If they weren't she knew she could scream her head off without anyone hearing her, isolated as they were in their air conditioned homes.
Quickly, she decided it would be wise to wait until these maniacs were more preoccupied with her body. If she tried to scream for help right now, they would be able to stop her too soon.
The big guy with his jeans down moved closer, nudging the drooling tip of his rigid prick against her cunt gash. She involuntarily jerked back, impaling her ass even deeper on the Mexican's finger.
"Here comes Oscar!" Chuck teased, holding her slender waist as he shoved hard.
"Goddamn, this chick's got one fuckin' tight asshole!" Raul enthused. "Her ass is about to snap my finger right off!"
Victoria sucked in a deep breath as she felt Chuck's mighty prick fucking into her nervously clenching cunt hole.
"She's got a snappin' pussy, too, man!" Chuck laughed, burying about half the length of his big fucker in her cunt. "Shit!"
The blond youth lowered his head and started sucking on one of her tit tips, biting her tender nipple hard while he sucked.
"Like them sweet titties, huh, Scotty?" Chuck said, leaning back to leave room for the guy's head between his own body and Victoria's. "Suck the other one! She likes it!"
Scott moved to her other tit, alternately sucking gently and biting cruelly on the rosebud nipple. At the same time, Chuck shoved hard again, clinging to Victoria's waist as he fucked a bit more of his thick prick into her resisting pussy. Behind her, Raul had gone to his knees and was kissing the cheeks of her ass while he fucked his finger in and out of her gripping asshole at a faster pace.
"You animals," Victoria murmured, staring into Chuck's handsome but cruel face. "You all think you're such big men… does it really take three of you to handle one woman?"
Chuck guffawed in her face, fucking his big cock in to the hairy root.
"I think you're woman enough for all of us," he said, holding her waist tightly as he churned his fucker inside her cunt.
The sudden feeling of having her pussy stretched glove-tight around that massive hunk of cock meat was more than Victoria could endure. She gasped and her eyes widened, then she let her head roll forward, banging her forehead against Chuck's brawny chest. Her sudden movement trapped Scott's head between her tits and the big guy's abdomen. The tit he was sucking pillowed against his face, making it impossible for him to breathe.
At that instant, Victoria suddenly realized Scott had momentarily lessened his grip on her wrists. Acting with the futile instincts of a trapped animal, she made a futile effort to escape.
She jerked her hands free abruptly bringing one knee up and ramming it into the blond youth's crotch. At the same time, her arm flew upward and she slapped Chuck across the face with all her strength.
There was a flurry of activity as Scott fell away, clutching his crotch and bending over in pain. Chuck was so startled by the slap that he lurched backward, pulling his prick from Victoria's pussy so abruptly that it caused a lewd suctioning sound as it popped out. When that happened, she spun around, causing Raul's finger to come out of her asshole. Before the surprised Mexican could get to his feet, she grabbed his thick black hair with both hands and hit him in the jaw with her knee, sending him sprawling on his ass.
Then, in a precious second when she was free of their hands. Victoria broke into a run, heading for the high wall separating her property from that of the neighbors. Her mind was in a whirl and the adrenaline pumped madly as she ran naked toward the wall, toward freedom.
The punks were instantly in hot pursuit, scrambling after her like a pack of mad dogs.
"Don't let her get over that fence!" Chuck yelled.
When she reached the wall, Victoria leaped with all her might, coming to rest with her elbows atop the rough tile. Panting with terror, she threw one leg up and over, clawing at the wall to keep from falling back before she could get over the top.
Her eyes went wide with panic when she felt their big hands gripping the one leg she hadn't gotten up yet.
"You fuckin' crazy bitch!" Scott snarled.
"You ain't goin nowhere, cunt!" she heard Chuck saying.
"Lemme at her!" Raul growled. "I'll kill her!"
Strong hands were gripping her leg. It felt like a dozen hands to her. And they were dragging her back down, scraping her bare tits over the rough tile at the top of the fence. She looked around frantically from her momentary vantage point atop the wall. There were no signs of people outside in the adjoining yards. She decided to scream for help, anyway, knowing it might be her last chance.
"Help!" Victoria shrieked at the top of her lungs as she clawed at the top of the wall in a futile effort to resist their tugging from below. "Help! Rape! Rape! Oh. God! Help me, somebody!"
But she couldn't see a living soul anywhere around.
A second later, she lost her hold on the wall and slipped down, down into the arms of those sex-crazed barbarians. As she went down, her chin hit the top edge of the hit, and she thought for a moment it had knocked her teeth loose. She was slightly stunned by the sharp blow, and she slid without further resistance into their waiting hands.
Victoria was groggy for a few seconds. Her only awareness was of the men's hands all over her naked body as they literally dragged her back to the patio between the pool and the house.
She groaned pitifully as they threw her dawn onto the concrete beside the patio table.
She was vaguely conscious of the heat still radiating from the concrete patio floor.
Then she felt tiny pin points of coldness on her flesh. It took her a moment to realize one of the men had dipped his hand in the pool and was flicking water on her to bring her back to consciousness.
A cold chill shot through Victoria as she awoke to the clanking sounds of chains being dragged about nearby. She opened her eyes and saw Chuck with his jeans fastened again now standing over her. He was glaring down at her, his upper lip curled in a sneer. Behind Chuck, she could see that Raul and Scott were fooling with those heavy chains they had brought along straightening the chains out, fastening metal cuffs to them.
"Looks like we're gonna have to use these, after all," Scott said, snapping a cuff onto the end of a chain.
"That's all right," Raul said in his deep voice. "It'll be more fun this way."
"The bitch is awake." Chuck said, standing with his hands on his hips and looking down at her.
The big Mexican dropped his chain and stomped over to where Victoria lay on the concrete. He grabbed her long blonde hair and jerked her head up, snarling angrily down at her.
"You stupid whore!" he bellowed. "We're either gonna fuck you or kill you and I don't much give a shit which way it goes, understand?"
He whipped a glinting dagger from the holster at his side touching the razor-sharp edge of the blade lightly to Victoria's delicate throat.
It was then that she realized she had missed a lot while she had been in her daze. Wanting to push the knife away from her throat, she discovered her wrists were bound behind her back with rope or something. Then she found that her ankles were also tied securely. She trembled in terror, hating the awful sensation of that knife blade against her throat.
"I mean it, bitch," Raul said, his dark eyes glinting with evil. "I'll cut your Goddamned throat if you act up again. Got that, blondy?"
"Yes," Victoria rasped meekly, lying quite still.
Chuck squatted down beside her, gently drawing Raul's hand and the knife away from her throat.
"It's too soon, Raul," Chuck said condescendingly. "Let's have our fun with her then you can slit her fuckin' throat, for all I care. But I wanna fuck her while she's alive and warm, man."
"Yeah!" Scott agreed, still fumbling with chains and manacles. "I don't wanna fuck no dead chick. Raul. You put that fuckin' blade away till later."
"Oh, dear God in heaven!" Victoria cried loudly, squirming on the hot concrete. "Why me?"
"Why you?" Chuck mocked her. "Because you're a cunt, and you're here that's why."
Victoria started crying, writhing in misery as they laughed at her helplessness. Warm tears streaked down each side of her pretty face, running into her hairline. Her vision blurred with burning tears and she felt as if she might vomit.
"Hey, Chuck," Scott called. "We gonna fuck her out here or in the house?"
"Let's do it out here." Raul suggested, sliding his dagger back into its holster. "Be easy to dip her in the pool to clean her up between fucks."
"She's liable to start yellin' for help again," Scott said, staring at the twin peaks of her tits. "I say we ought to take her inside."
"I'll fix her up so she won't do any more yelling," Chuck said.
He untied the red bandanna on his head and started wadding it up as he moved it toward Victoria's face.
"Oh, no! Please!" she gasped. "Don't gag me I can't stand that! I'll keep quiet I promise."
"We can't take any chances," Chuck said, pushing the wadded bandanna against her lips. "C'mon, now, open up like a good girl."
"Oh, please!" she begged, turning her face quickly away.
Ignoring her plea, Chuck crammed the rag into her mouth forcefully. Victoria was disgusted. She could taste the big guy's salty sweat on the smelly bandanna as it filled her mouth, and she despised those masculine flavors and odors. She groaned through the nauseating gag, hoping she wouldn't throw up and choke to death on her own vomit.
"There," Chuck said, once he had crammed as much of the bandanna as possible into her mouth. "That ought to keep you quiet."
"Let's get the chains on her." Raul urged. "How about chaining her to the diving board? That way, if her pussy gets too hot from all the fuckin', we can dunk her and cool her off."
"You and your damned chains!" Chuck said, shaking his head. "Those ropes are doin' just fine, man. You don't see her goin' anywhere, do you?"
"Aw, Chuck!" Scott whined. "Let us chain the bitch up. All women belong in chains, far as I'm concerned."
"Yeah," Raul agreed. "The only good woman's a chained woman. It makes 'em hot, man."
"It makes me hot, too," the blond youth said, leering at Victoria's naked, bound body.
Victoria couldn't believe it. Scott looked like such a nice, clean-cut young man. But he was obviously as warped as the other two guys maybe worse, judging from the way he kept fondling those chains and manacles so fondly.
Looks can certainly be deceiving, Victoria thought.
While the guys discussed what to do with her, she kept thinking about something she hadn't had much time to seriously consider. One of them had called her by her name when they first came over the wall. How did they know who she was?
A horrid thought kept flitting through her mind, something eerie and formless, like a bat flitting about in a dark cave a thought so hideous she couldn't really bring herself to focus on it.
Was it possible that her frustrated husband had sent these barbarians to punish her for her coldness? Was that the real reason Andy had left town? Surely not!
Andy was a bit peculiar, but he wasn't insane.