Jack Watson picked out a long-drive that turned off the winding mountain road they were following. "Go up this way," he ordered, and the young black man driving followed his instructions. Around the single curve in the drive they saw the A-frame house that was built on the side of the mountain. There was a Plymouth parked outside.
"This ought to do," he said. "Pull up here now. Steve, get out and go around the side of the house and pull out the telephone wires before we go inside. See if you can see how many people are inside while you're at it."
The younger blond man quietly got out of the car and did Jack Watson's bidding, returning in a couple of minutes to report, "I found the wires arid cut 'em off. They won't be able to phone anywhere."
"Who's in the house?" asked jack. "Did you get a chance to see?"
"Yeah, there's a dude in there making it with a young chick. They're in the bedroom naked. Boy, she sure looks good, too."
"Well, that's fine. This is where we're going to stay. The house is nice and isolated out here, and we can see anybody who tries to come up. We'll just get rid of the man and keep the woman around to take care of our… needs!" Jack Watson chuckled to himself.
Neither Jimmy Buckley nor Steve Torrance said anything. Get rid of the man, both of them thought with alarm. Then they knew that Jack Watson was planning to commit another murder, and neither of them felt they could stomach more of that. But, wisely, both kept silent.
"Come on… let's go!" ordered Watson. He had his pistol in his hand. "You knock on the door, Torrance, and then I'll cover him and we're in!"
Inside the bedroom, Kurt and Stacey had started making love again. His hard muscled body was slithering downward, his moist lips trailing down through the narrow valley between her full-set, velvet-skinned breasts, the nipples fully erect, tingling with aroused excitement from Kurt's sucking and nibbling of them, and she wondered what it was he was going to do to her next.
Then, as his. teasing lips and mouth traveled lower still, down across the smooth flat plane of her belly, his tongue dipped tauntingly into the shallow depression, she knew. Oh, he's going to use his mouth on me… down there… on my cunt… like he did last night! Stacey thought about it, remembering how she had responded to him, against her will. Now, the rising excitement keening through her, as his mouth worked lower and lower on her nakedly quivering belly, the feel of his hands spreading her thighs obscenely wide and the wash. of cool air across the tender and already heated flesh of her cunt as he slowly parted the lips of her pussy, made her change her mind. Oh God! Any moment now, he'd be licking her… and she knew that she wouldn't object to it, as she had before, for suddenly, she found that she was holding her breath expectantly… anticipating those nerve-charging sensations he would bring to her. I'm becoming a real woman now, a hot little whore… just since last night!
"Damn! What a gorgeous, tight little cunt!" Kurt breathed, his warm breath flowing over the moist, pink flesh of her vaginal opening as he spoke almost as much to it as to her.
"Ohh," she moaned, "Do it… darling! Go ahead and do it to me!"
"Do what… honey?"
"Lick my c-cunt!"
"Okay, baby, here I come!" Kurt dropped his head down between her wide-splayed thighs, his tongue shooting out snakelike to bury itself in the warm sheath. of her cunt's mouth.
"Oooooooohhhhhh!" she groaned. "That feels sooo good!"
Suddenly there was an unmistakably loud sharp knock on the front door. Kurt tried to ignore it. It couldn't be Bill and Birdie already! It's not time for them to be here yet! But then, again, he might have lost track of time. He'd better answer it.
"I'll be right back, honey," he said reluctantly, getting up and pulling on his shorts.
A moment later, Stacey struggled to a sitting position as she saw the three men marching Kurt back into the bedroom at gunpoint, and a terrified scream came piercingly from her terror-distorted mouth.
"Oh, Goddddd! Kurt! Kurtttttt!"
"Keep her quiet!" Watson barked.
Instantly, Steve Torrance was there on the bed with her, his hand clamping down hard on her mouth to stifle her long, drawn-out shrieks. "Shut up!" he hissed into her ear. "And you won't get hurt!"
Her naked body squirmed in the blond man's grasp, and he was aware of how soft and smooth, warm and womanly she was. Damn! She's really something! His eyes swept over her with lewd desire. Christ! He would sure love to sink his aching-cock into her pretty cunt!
Begging with her eyes; she stared up into this good-looking blond young man's pale blue eyes, and saw the rave desire there, and she knew, somehow divined, what he was thinking. My God! He's going to rape me! "Promise me you won't scream any more… and I'll let you go," Steve bargained, "Otherwise… we'll have to tie you and gag you… understand?"
She shook her head in understanding, and he released her; then she looked up to see her brother, Kurt, who stood helplessly watching while a repulsive, thick-set man held a pistol on him.
"K-Kurt…" she whined, "What's… going on?"
Trying to remain calm, but helplessly enraged, her brother ground out, "They… they're taking over!"
"Who… are they?"
"It doesn't make any difference who we are, lady! You just keep your mouth shut, do what you're told… and everything will be okay!" the dark-haired man with the gun growled, not really looking at her.
Jimmy Buckley came into the room then, having made a quick inspection of the rest of the cabin. In his jacket was a carving knife he had picked up in the kitchen, just in case. He didn't know what was going to happen with Jack Watson and his death-dealing pistol, but the words get rid of the man kept drilling through his brain.
But his first glimpse. of the woman sitting up in the bed, honey blonde hair disarrayed, terrified eyes looking around at them like a trapped animal, her body all mounds and curves and sculpted alabaster-white flesh that he knew would be smooth, soft, and warm, was like a stabbing pain in his loins. God damn! She's beautiful! He had to have her!
"Come on!" said Jack Watson. "Let's get this guy outside!" Jimmy and Steve knew what Jack had in mind, and they didn't know what they were going to do about it. Giving Kurt a push, Jack Watson roared, "Get going, buddy, we're going outside for a minute!"
Kurt was panic-stricken. He couldn't move from the spot. He knew that he couldn't just go and leave his sister in here alone, and he sensed somehow that once he was outside he would probably never return.
"Move it!" shouted Jack, louder this time, shoving the butt of the pistol hard into the small of Kurt's back. "Or I'll blow your stinkin' head off!"
But Jimmy Buckley didn't want to have any more murders on his hands. Moving quickly now, he lunged at Jack. With his left hand, he smacked Jack's pistol arm down as hard as he could, and simultaneously with his right he stuck Jack with the carving knife in his barrel chest.
"Crackkk!" the pistol went of resoundingly, and, involuntarily, Stacey heard herself scream loudly again. She was sure Kurt had been killed, but in fact the bullet had passed through the floor of the bedroom.
"Get the gun, Steve!" shouted Jimmy as the burly Watson seemed to freeze, openmouthed, as the gun slowly began to fall from his hand.
Steve snatched the pistol gingerly and stepped back quickly, pointing the pistol at Jack Watson now.
A look of utter and mute amazement seemed plastered onto Jack Watson's rapidly paling face. His body stiffened and blood gushed in spurts from his chest, where the knife was still stuck. Jimmy Buckley stepped backward, horrified by what he was seeing. Then Jack seemed to come to life, running wildly through the house in a last burst of dying energy, hitting the front door and running down the drive, screaming, "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeef!"
But he couldn't get far. About fifty feet from the house, as Jimmy and Steve and Kurt watched through the open door, he fell, rolling, to the edge of the drive. Still kicking in his dying throes, his body began to roll down the steep precipice that bordered the drive. Then, at the bottom of the ravine, he was silent.
"Good God! You've killed him, Buckley!" exclaimed Steve.
"I didn't mean to kill him, man…" said Jimmy woodenly. "I just didn't want him to kill anyone else. I didn't figure he was going to die." Jimmy tried to feel guilt over what he had done. But in fact he felt relief.
"Listen, we've got to tie this guy up," said Steve finally, turning to Kurt, who was still staring open-mouthed at the body of Jack Watson in the ravine. "Shut the door and bring him inside!"
Jimmy did as Steve suggested, and soon Stacey Jones's older brother was tied and gagged in a kitchen chair.
"Well, what are we going to do now?" Steve finally asked Jimmy.