Debbie Jules was beaten. She wasn't the same woman who had been brought into the house many days before. Now she was afraid of every shadow, quick to jump at either of the Cross brothers' commands.
She heard them coming early that morning and she stood up quickly.
It was Adam who walked in. He wore a conservative business suit and it was the first time he had ever been dressed up. He carried a bag in his hand and he dumped a skirt out on the floor.
"Put that on," he commanded.
It was a tiny pink skirt that came to the middle of her creamy thighs. There was no back to it, just two strips of cloth in front that covered her tits.
"Come with me," he said.
He undid her chain and she followed him like a puppy out the door. He opened the car door for her and she got in. He walked around to the driver's side.
There was no desire in her to run away. She no longer thought for herself.
Her mind simply functioned to obey Adam's commands.
She didn't ask where they were going. She looked out her window at the passing scenery.
He parked before a huge gray building in the middle of town. He walked around and opened the door for her and took her elbow.
"This is the last lesson," he said softly. "Today you spend your last day with us. Tonight I give you to the Boss. So do a good job and you won't have to go back to the house."
She was overjoyed. She would do anything to keep from going back to that room. Anything at all!
The inside of the building was filled with people. Everyone seemed to be in a big hurry to get somewhere, but more than a few of the men stopped when they saw her. She could sense them being stirred by her costume. They wanted her. She didn't smile at them. She would only smile at the people Adam told her to smile at.
He took her on the elevator. They went up to the top floor. The penthouse floor. They entered a softly carpeted hallway with a very dim light.
"I leave you here," Adam said. "Inside there you'll find a tall man. Do as that man directs. Be good to him, Debbie. Be very good to him. He's our insurance to keep our little business running."
He left her. She stood alone in the hall and then she walked to the single door. She opened it. The room was beautiful. Everything was expensive-looking. An elderly gray-headed man sat on a couch sipping a drink.
"Come in, my dear," he said. "Come in."
She let the door close behind her.
"Don't be afraid," he said. He patted the space beside him. "Come over here and sit by me."
She walked over and sat down beside him. He put a hand on her knee.
"Do you know who I am?" he questioned.
"No," she admitted truthfully.
"You've never even seen a picture of me?"
She studied his face. It was a kind face, but there was a hint of ruthlessness about it. She felt he could be hard when he wanted to be.
"No," she repeated.
It seemed to make him angry. He finished his drink and walked to the bar to make himself another. He turned back to her, his cold eyes like hands running up and down her body.
"You are a beautiful woman," he said. "They told me you would be. I said I wanted a woman with tits this time and they sent me one. Well?"
She stood up. She let her dress float gently to the floor. She liked the way his eyes grew interested at the sight of her body. She did a turn for him, feeling his hot eyes on her skin.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he said.
The bedroom was even more beautiful. It had a soft white carpet and a huge bed.
"Go in there," he commanded her. "Take a shower. I like my women clean and smelling good. You'll find perfume on the cabinet."
She did as he directed. The hot water burned her skin but she didn't mind. It was as if she were washing the Cross brothers off her skin. When she finished bathing herself, she put small dabs of perfume on her shoulders and throat. She liked the smell of it. Very expensive!
He made a small sound of appreciation when she returned to the bedroom.
"You're even more beautiful than I thought," he said.
He had undressed. He had an old wrinkled body but she didn't turn her eyes away. She knelt beside him and took his limp cock in her mouth.
His face was tired, hurt. "Don't worry," he said. "It's not your fault. It's mine. I guess I'm just too old. But don't worry I'll tell the Cross brothers that you did your thing."
He started to push her away, but something in his voice had touched her. It had been a long while since she had heard a kind word. She felt sympathetic toward him, and she gave him a gentle push back onto the bed.
"You can't make me hard," he said. "I thought I could if I had a real woman. But you're beautiful and I still can't get hard."
"Yes you can," she insisted.
John Pax looked at the girl curiously. He had had many girls up in his private rooms. Girls of all shapes and sizes! But somehow the hard work of building an empire as large as he controlled had taken the ability to make love away from him. He wanted to fuck, but his cock just would not get hard.
But there was something different about Debbie. Something kind in her eyes! She didn't turn away from his wrinkled body like the other girls had. She didn't allow the contempt to show in her beautiful face.
"I really don't think so," he said.
"Just lay back," she said. "Just lay back and let me try. You don't have to do anything."
Her lips were sweet as she kissed him. She opened her mouth and her fiery tongue darted into his mouth. She gently caressed his lips and touched his tongue with her own; she pushed her tongue far into his mouth, his throat.
She left his mouth and kissed his throat. Her long red hair brushed against his chest and his shoulders as she kissed him.
"Just enjoy," she said. "Just enjoy. You don't have to do anything. Just lay back and let Debbie do it all."
It wasn't just fear of the Cross brothers that made Debbie work so hard. It was something in the elegant gentleman that appealed to her. Something sad!
She kissed his nipples, drawing each into her mouth and teasing with her tongue until they were hard. She laughed with joy as she felt them grow stiff, and she rubbed her heavy tits against them.
"You're feeling better," she said.
She ran her tongue lower, kissing his stomach over and over and then lower until her tongue was at his limp cock once more. She teased the tip for a moment and then she sucked it into her mouth. Deeper into her throat she pulled it, trying to make it show some sign of life.
She was rewarded with a slight movement! She began to suck harder and she fondled his balls with her fingers, and ran one hand back up his stomach to play with his nipples.
"Debbie," he said softly. "You're making me feel again."
She almost laughed with joy because she could feel his cock growing in her mouth, growing strong and hard. She didn't let his stiffening prick escape her mouth. She continued to draw him deeper into her mouth, finally feeling his cock-head brushing the back of her throat.
"Debbie," he moaned. "Oh God, Debbie."
She felt salty jism on the end of his prick and she sucked for more. He was jerking on the bed, his hips moving wildly.
"Oh fuck, Debbie! Oh fuck! You're doing it to me! You're making me come!"
His prick gave a jump in her throat and she felt his cum pouring out. She didn't take her mouth away. She continued to suck until he was dry. His cock was limp once more before she released it from her mouth.
She brushed a strand of red hair back from her face and looked up at him.
John Pax could not believe his good fortune. For the first time in five years he had come. He looked down at her smiling face, at her lips still glistening from his cum, and he felt a deep need for the girl. He couldn't believe it. It was happening again. His prick was getting hard and that was something he had not been able to manage even when he had been young and strong.
Debbie put her hand over his stiffening cock and began to caress him.
"Do you want me?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Debbie," John Pax said. "I want you very badly."
"I'm more than willing," she said.
This time he took control. He pushed her over onto her back and climbed between her thighs. There was no longer fear in him that he wouldn't be able to perform. He felt like a young stallion about to mount a mare. Every nerve in his body was tingling.
"Give me it," Debbie said, licking her lips. "Give me every inch of your beautiful prick!"
He pushed her legs wider apart and plunged between them. His prick went in easily up to his balls and he began to give her a slow stroking.
"Faster," she urged him. "Give it to me faster! I want to feel it pumping!"
He did as she directed, pushing his cock in and out of her dripping cunt as quickly as he could. She felt good to him. The best piece he had ever had. He could feel her cunt walls caressing his prick like fingers.
"You're doing it to me," she said. "You're doing it like nobody else ever did. Oh, baby, you're making me feel good! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh God, oh God, oh God!"
Her legs came up behind his back and she gave a shudder as the fires consumed her body. He felt her tightening her cunt, drawing his precious fluid out. He gave it to her. He gave it to her in rivers that came back and dripped onto his balls and onto his satin sheets. He gave her all he had and she still begged for more.
He fell away from her. But he didn't leave her. He took her in his arms and held her gently. He knew that he was about to lose a great source of income, but he wasn't going to give Debbie back to the Boss.
In fact, he thought to himself that it was about time that the Boss found himself another town to work in. After all, if Mayor Pax married Debbie, he sure wouldn't want anyone around to blackmail him.
"Yes," Mayor Pax said aloud.
"Did you say something?" Debbie asked sleepily.
"No, darling," he said. "You go on to sleep. I have a phone call to make."
Mayor John Pax left the girl and walked into the living room. He made a quick phone call. Boss was angry, but his mind was also quick. Boss knew there would always be other towns. Other places. Other raffles. Boss promised that he would be out of town by morning.
John put down the phone with a smile.
He could already feel his cock beginning to stir again.
Kathy Cross was sore as she waited for the bus. Her entire body ached. She didn't know what her brothers were going to do when they learned that she had left. She didn't really care. She was going to live with her uncle. She didn't worry too much about them coming after her. Her uncle was a bigger man than both the Cross brothers were and he was also a law officer.
One word from her and her brothers would be locked away forever.
Kathy smiled. Locking them away forever was a good thing. She knew that she would never be able to forget what they put her through.
She would hate them forever.
As soon as Adam had left Debbie Jules with the Mayor, he had driven back to meet his brother. They already had another girl lined up, and were looking forward to it.
Another teacher! For some reason Adam liked teachers. They always seemed to fight the hardest and they never completely gave in. But they learned and did as they were told, even if they kept that streak of pride.
Donald was waiting for him in front of the junior college. A few of the students were going in and out, but the classes had already been started and most were in their rooms.
"I don't think I like this," Donald said.
"Why not?"
"Because we usually get girls who few people will miss. If we take this teacher out of her classroom then a lot of people are going to miss her."
"I don't like that part of it either," Adam admitted, "but it can't be helped. Boss said we had to get as many girls as we can as quickly as possible. He has another raffle set up in six weeks. That doesn't give us a lot of time."
"I know," Donald said, "but I still don't like it."
"Let's go," Adam said.
The two men walked up the sidewalk to the art building. A few good-looking things in short skirts came out and eyed the two distastefully. Adam grinned at one. Donald gave one the finger and she turned away, blushing.
"Cut that out," Adam said. "We don't want to be that well remembered."
"Stuffy bitch," Donald said. "I'd like to stick about six inches up her ass and she wouldn't be so stuffy."
"Keep your mind on your work," Adam commanded.
Andrea Hartley was working alone in her room. Her first class wasn't until three. She had four hours to go and that still didn't give her enough time.
She had so many projects to work on that she never seemed to have enough time. And her husband was getting hard to live with again.
She wondered why he always took his guilt out on Andrea. She could always tell when he was having an affair with one of his students. He would become irritable at home. After it was over, he would become all sweetness and light, trying to soothe his soul.
Andrea wished bitterly that he was not so old-fashioned. She didn't mind if he was sticking his cock into some sweet young thing. Half the girls in school panted after him, always sitting in the front row and showing their panties, and trying to corner him alone in his room. It was only natural that he would sometimes give in to them.
And then he'd start taking out his guilty feelings on Andrea.
Andrea sighed. If only she could tell him that he had nothing to feel guilty about. If anything, Andrea should feel guilty. She'd had more affairs with students than her husband would ever think about having.
She heard the knock on her door and she looked up to see the two men who entered. They were both the beefy, hulking type of men that Andrea cared little for.
"Yes?" she said.
"You're not the teacher who usually stays here, are you?" one of the men questioned.
He looked really alarmed and worried but Andrea could see no reason for him to be. She brushed a strand of her long, dark hair back from her forehead and tried to smile.
"No," she said. "I'm Mrs. Hartley."
"But where is Miss Adams?" one of the men asked.
"She was called away. I'm taking her classes for today."
"Called away?" one asked. "Where to?"
"I don't see that it matters to you. Did you have business with Miss Adams?"
"Yes," one of the men admitted.
"Then maybe I can help you," she said.
"I don't think so," the largest of the men said. "When did you say Miss Adams will be back?"
"I didn't. Are you sure I can't help you?"
"Maybe you can," the bigger one said.
The other man looked surprised. "But Adam," he protested. "She's married. We can't take a married woman."
"Yes we can," Adam Cross said. "And we're going to. It will make for problems but we can handle them. I like her. I like her shape."
Andrea was no prude, but the man's words made her angry. Her dark eyes flashed. "Get out of here," she said. "Get out before I call the police!"
Adam closed the door and locked it.
"Don't scream, Mrs. Hartley," Adam said. "If you scream I'll hurt you."
She was suddenly terrified. She had no idea what these men wanted, but a hand seemed to clutch at her heart. She opened her mouth to scream.
Adam was by her side with one step. His brutal hand slapped her mouth shut.
She never had been struck by a man before. She looked at him with wide-open, astonished eyes, while tears burned at the corners of her eyes.
"Next time you try that," he said firmly, "I'll teach you a lesson. One that you will never forget."
"Get out of my office," she demanded. "If you get out now I won't call the police."
"Did you hear that?" Donald asked. "She won't call the police. How nice of her."
Andrea reached for the phone on her desk. His hand closed over her hand and squeezed tightly. Pain shot up her elbow and brought tears to her eyes.
"Stop," she pleaded. "That hurts!"
"You're going to get hurt a lot worse if you don't do as I say."
She nodded in understanding. He released her arm and she rubbed the sore spot.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"We're going to get up and walk out of here. You're not going to speak to anyone. You're not going to say a word unless someone asks. Then you're going to tell them that we're family and you have to leave. Do you understand?"
"I'll not do it," she said. "If I go out of here with you then you can do anything you want with me. I won't go. I'll stay right here and every time you try to hurt me I'll scream."
He slapped her gently on the cheek. "You are a hard one to convince," he said. "But you're pretty and I don't want to mark you too badly. Boss likes that long dark hair and those dark eyes. And I bet you've got nice tits."
His hand stroked her cheek and then suddenly dropped to squeeze one of her nipples. She tried to scream but his hand clamped down over her mouth.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Mrs. Hartley," a girl's voice said. "Mrs. Hartley, I have your coffee."
"Maybe we can convince you another way," Adam said gently. "Open the door, Donald."
Donald Cross realized what his brother meant. He walked to the door and unlocked it. He stood just behind the door as it opened. A plain-looking girl entered. She was dressed in tight jeans and a floppy sweater. Her hair was auburn and cropped short. She carried two cups of coffee. Her eyes widened when she saw Adam holding Andrea by the head.
She never had time to scream. Donald tapped her right behind the ear with his heavy fist. She fell to her knees and dropped the coffee. Her eyes went blurry. Donald tapped her again. She went down on her face.
Donald closed the door. Andrea tried to look away, but Adam forced her head to remain still.
"Now you tell us when you want us to stop," Adam said. "You tell us when we're going to be able to walk safely out of here with you. You tell us and Donald will stop."
Donald locked the door. He dropped down to his knees and unbuckled the girl's jeans. He rolled them down her hips. Andrea tried to scream again but Adam held her mouth shut easily.
Donald got the jeans down to the girl's hips. He put his hand underneath her blue panties and began caressing her bare ass cheeks.
"Just nod your head when you want it to stop," Adam said.
Andrea watched in horror as Donald ripped the panties away. He put one strong arm under the girl's waist and lifted her easily.
He walked the girl to Andrea's desk. He positioned her so that her milky-white ass was easily reached.
This can't be happening! Andrea thought, but she knew it was happening, and that only she could stop it.
She almost got sick when she saw the man reach for his zipper. He tugged it down and pulled out his huge prick. He was already hard. He pulled apart the cheeks of the girl's ass and put his prick against her asshole.
"Okay," Andrea mumbled through Adam's hand. He couldn't hear her. She nodded hard and Adam took his hand away.
"Okay," Andrea said again.
"You're going to do what we say?"
"Yes," Andrea said. "Oh God, yes, only let that poor child go!"
Donald grinned – an evil grin. He slapped the girl on the cheeks of her ass and then pulled up her pants. He buttoned them carefully around her body.
"Put her in the closet," Adam said.
Donald picked her limp form up and walked to the closet with her. He opened the door and let her slump down in one corner.
"Is she going to be all right?" Andrea asked.
"She'll be fine," Donald said pleasantly. "Only a little headache."
"Worry about yourself," Adam said.
There was nothing she could do. She had to do what they said and look out for a chance to escape.
She had never been so frightened as she walked with them to their car. She had often thought about how she would handle a man trying to rape her, and she was sure that was what they had in mind. But now that she was in the position, she could think of nothing to help her to escape. Maybe if she just gave in. But one look at their faces and she knew they might hurt her anyway. Maybe even kill her. Her legs went weak at the thought.
"This way to the car," Adam directed.
She got in the car between the two men. She saw many of her students walking around, but she didn't dare call out to any of them.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To the woods, baby," Adam said. "Isn't that the best place to get it on?"
So they were going to rape her. Well that was what she had expected.
"Listen," she said. "I won't fight. I'll give you what you want if you just won't hurt me."
"Anything we want?" Adam questioned.
"Yes," she agreed.
"Then how about getting me ready? My cock is kind of cramped in all these clothes."
Andrea looked at his grinning face. It held no mercy. She looked down between his legs and took a deep breath. She told herself that she must be strong. Just get it over with as quickly as possible and maybe they would let her go.
She reached over and touched him gently between the legs.
"Look at this," Adam said. "She can't wait to get it."
She began to rub his cock, trying to control the nausea that was rising in her throat. Her hands trembled as she rubbed his cock. She could feel him growing hard under her caress.
"Take it out, sweet thing," Donald said in her ear. "Take it out and look at what you're playing with."
She kept telling herself that it couldn't be happening to her. She had lived a good life. She had always tried to be kind and considerate. Why should this thing be happening to her? She wanted to be home. She wanted to be anywhere else but sitting in this car.
"I said take it out," Donald demanded.
Slowly, she unzipped Adam's fly. It made a booming noise in the silence of the car. She could hear her own breathing as she reached inside his trousers.
She was suddenly looking at her painted nails. She had painted them pink that morning to go along with the conservative pink dress and blouse she had worn. Her pink nails, her long slender fingers, looked strange going into his trousers.
"You're slow as hell," Donald rasped.
She felt around in his trousers until she found the stiff shaft. She pulled his under shorts away from it and released his rigid cock. She put her fingers around it and began to slide the loose skin back and forth.
"Now that's nice," Adam said. "Real nice. How about showing my brother Donald how nice it is?"
She went through the painful process once more. She had two rigid cocks in her hands, and she slowly massaged them until she could feel them reach their full strength.
She was staring straight ahead. She could not bring herself to stare down into the laps of the two men. It was as though some other women were holding their pricks.
"Something nice about your hands, Mrs. Hartley. Something real nice."
She noticed that Adam was turning off the main highway onto a dirt road.
"Hey," Donald said. "This is the wrong road."
"I know," Adam said. "I thought I'd pull down here into the trees so that Mrs. Hartley would have room to work. No need to go up to the house right away."
"Good idea," Donald said. "I was getting kind of horny myself."
"We sure are breaking a lot of the Boss' rules, though," Adam commented.
"Don't worry about him," Donald said.
Andrea wished that she knew what they were talking about. She wondered who the Boss was and what he had to do with her being raped.
Adam parked the car. They were underneath some trees, and the main road was not visible.
"Okay," Adam said, leaning back in his seat. "Go ahead and play sucker."
Andrea couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had readied herself for rape, but they were asking something else. Something dirty! She couldn't do that. She had never done it for any of her lovers.
"I won't do that," Andrea said. "You can rape me but I won't do that."
She felt the blow smash against the back of her head and it made her dizzy. Again Donald hit her. She couldn't get away from him. He struck her in the body and it hurt like hell. She was practically climbing into Adam's lap trying to escape the shower of blows that fell on her. Finally he stopped.
She was sobbing.
"Never say you're not going to do something," Donald said. "I get awfully mad. Now suck our pricks, you bitch."
Andrea knew there was nothing she could do. She lowered her head and took the tip of Adam's prick into her mouth. The taste wasn't as bad as she had expected. In fact, there was rather a pleasant taste to him.
"That's good," Adam said. "That's a good girl. Now you're getting with it."
She sucked more of his cock into her mouth.
"Use your lips and tongue."
She didn't know exactly what he wanted, so she simply started moving everything a little; Adam seemed to enjoy it. He rolled his head back and groaned.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Now you've got it."
She found herself oddly delighted with his compliment. It was ironic to be getting a compliment from a rapist, and even more ironic to be pleased by it. But she was.
Donald was not idle. She felt his hands playing under her dress. She steeled herself for the invasion of her private parts. One of his hands slipped up her thigh and began rubbing her crotch.
She tried to ignore his busy hand and to concentrate on what she was doing. She had never before wanted to suck a prick, but she was getting a strange sensation from sucking Adam's. She knew it was impossible, but it was almost like she was enjoying it.
"Abhhh gawd, sweet thing," Adam groaned. "You're tearing it up. I didn't know you had it in you."
She almost jerked her head back as she tasted the first of his juices. It would have been a mistake. She knew that she would have received a harsh beating if she had drawn back.
She controlled her initial distaste and continued her sucking. She could feel him growing in her mouth, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded.
She didn't want him to choke her, so she drew her head back far enough so that only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. That had been a good idea, for a moment later he began to pour gobs of jism into her waiting mouth.
"Shit!" he cried. "Oh shit, that's good! I needed a good sucking mouth!"
She found that she liked the taste of his cum. That was strange, for she had always been so disgusted at other women who actually swallowed their lovers' semen. But there was a taste to it that excited her.
"Now it's my turn," Donald said.
She turned around and put her mouth on Donald's prick. His was easier to suck. It was bigger than Adam's, but she had already learned a few tricks that had made Adam go out of his head. She tried the same tricks with Donald.
"Jesus Christ!" Donald yelled. "Mother fuck!" His prick immediately began pouring forth its load of hot cum, and Andrea took it all. She kept her mouth on his cock until he was drained dry, and he had collapsed against the back of the seat.
Andrea sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her blouse. Both men looked satisfied, and she wondered if they would now let her go. Maybe she could escape while they were in this condition. She took another look at Donald's rough face and changed her mind. Donald would enjoy killing her if she tried to make an escape. She would have to wait for a better time.
"Christ," Adam said. "You sure learn how to suck cock fast. Are you sure you haven't been sucking cocks before this?"
"Never," Andrea said.
"Goddamn," Adam said. "You sure learn fast." He started the car again. Andrea wondered where they were going as they drove back onto the road. They drove only for a few minutes before they turned off on another dirt road. This one ended in front of a house.
"End of the ride," Adam said. "Get out of the car."
She allowed herself to be pulled out of the car. She walked behind him into the house. She didn't know what to expect but she didn't expect the purple room and the chains. Suddenly she had a bad feeling that this was going to be more than just rape.
"Please," she said. "Don't hurt me. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone anything. Just let me go."
"But we're not finished with you," Adam said. "You still want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Of course," Adam said. "Isn't that the whole idea? Now how about taking your clothes off?"
She started to refuse but caught herself. She was smart enough to know that another refusal would only bring another beating. She would have to go along with things until she could find another time to escape.
She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. It was chilly in the room. Goosebumps started along her arm. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She closed her eyes and let it fall down to the floor.
"Whew," Adam said. "You've got bigger tits than I thought. Very, very nice."
She felt his eyes explore her body. She felt dirty as his eyes probed her like tiny fingers. She heard Donald come in behind her.
"Well, hurry up," Adam commanded sharply. "Get the rest of it off."
Praying that she wouldn't have to, Andrea pulled the zipper down on her skirt. She stepped out of it. She was wearing a slip and she got out of it also.
Now she was dressed in her garter-belt, stockings and her yellow panties. She wished she hadn't decided to wear a garter-belt that morning. She could tell that the men were even more turned on by it.
"Well, well," Adam said. "Isn't that nice. A garter-belt. I haven't seen one of those in a while. It kind of makes my prick jump."
"Mine too," Donald said from behind her. His rough hands came around her waist and flattened against her titties. He began to squeeze them gently, his fingers caressing her nipples. They grew hard, despite herself.
"Now look at that," Adam said. "She's getting turned on. I bet you like to have men play with your nipples."
She closed her eyes as his fingers kept fingering her clit. She tried to think that she was somewhere else, or that it was her husband's hands on her, so she would not get sick.
"I asked you a question!" Adam's voice was like a slap in the face. "When I ask a question I expect an answer!"
"What?" Andrea asked.
"I asked you if you liked for men to suck on your nipples and play with your tits."
"Yes," Andrea admitted.
"I thought so. Do many of your students get a chance at those tits or do you save it for your husband?"
"I save it," she said.
"You fucking liar," he said savagely. He twisted one of her tits and she cried out in pain. "I know some students have been getting some of your nookie. Don't they?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"Good. Tell me the truth. I can't stand a liar."
They all heard the sound of the cars at the same time. Adam looked puzzled. He pushed her to the floor and stepped to the door.
"What the hell?" he said.
Andrea couldn't see anything, but she heard the voices. There seemed to be a lot of them.
"Let us in," someone said.
"Hell no," Donald snarled. "You've got no business here. You boys get off our property."
Andrea screamed as loud as she could.
"Help me!" she pleaded. "Someone help me!"
She saw Adam turning with an angry look on his face and then someone pushed him. He turned, with his face contorted in fury, but a pile of boys rushed through the door at once. Adam and Donald were both strong, rugged men, but they were no match for the two dozen young men that piled in on them.
They fought and cursed but they were quickly pinned to the floor, and fists lashed out, turning their faces into a bloody pulp.
Andrea felt herself lifted up in strong arms. A wrap of some kind was put around her body. A soft voice spoke in her ear.
"Come on. We'll just get out of here. You can get dressed outside."
Someone pushed her out and she was handed her clothes. All of the boys were inside, and she had no trouble dressing. She was able to walk back inside once she was dressed.
The boys had taken Adam and Donald Cross and had chained them together. They had stripped off all their clothes and they didn't look so scary any more.
A couple of the boys went out to the car and came back with baseball bats. One boy approached Andrea.
"Come on," he said. "I'll take you home."
"No," Andrea said firmly. "I want to watch." It was horrible but it was fascinating. The Cross brothers received as methodical a beating as they had ever given to anyone. It lasted ten minutes.
"We'll leave them here," the leader of the boys said. "We'll be back tomorrow and every day after that for a week. Then we'll let them go. I don't think they'll bother anyone after that."
Andrea looked into the Cross brother's eyes. The pride was gone. Only fear remained. She seriously doubted that they would ever harm anyone again.