The afternoon hike across Pete's portion of the Big Beaver National Forest proved to be highly educational. An expert woodsman, an enthusiastic ecologist and a knowledgeable, if amateur, geologist, he constantly pointed out features of the forest and landscape which Gina had never realized before. All the while he was talking steadily and seemed capable of walking at top speed and lecturing furiously for an entire day.
"Whew, you must really be in good shape!" Gina marveled when they finally stopped for a breather. "To keep up a pace like that and talk all the while, that's really something!"
"I know, I sometimes talk too much," he admitted with a rueful smile. "And then there are other times I don't talk at all, believe it or not. Put it down to having such a nice audience!"
"But you're not even breathing hard," she observed, deciding to pass over the compliment.
"Oh, this wasn't much," he assured her. "See, a lot of the time I run over my routes. It's a good way to keep down my weight and besides, I can get the work done faster and have more time to laze around and look at things I want to see."
Gina said nothing to that, though she nearly remarked that from what she had seen his efforts at keeping his weight down had been fantastically successful. She remembered seeing him nude; there had not been an ounce of superfluous weight on his tall, wide-shouldered body, she thought. At once she also remembered his prick, a memory which set off a vague flurry of feeling within her body.
Oh, you can't be thinking like that, she thought. He's thirty years old at least; he wouldn't be interested in you! And you certainly aren't interested in him – you barely know him!
Nevertheless, she could not erase the image from her memory. Following him along the trail, she constantly watched his trim hips, tightly encased in the battered blue jeans, and found herself weaving fantasies around the man. These daydreams had only a semi-sexual content – she seldom envisaged herself actually engaging in sexual activities with a man – but even so she found that she was rapidly becoming excited. Throughout the rest of the afternoon her pussy remained at a low boil, as it were, and constantly reminded her of its presence.
You're getting as bad as Pam and Ellen, she told herself as they headed back to the cabin.
"We'll be back at the shack in a quarter of an hour," he said. "Plenty of time to think about dinner. Maybe even a turn in the pool. You can go first if you like."
"Huh?" Gina asked, having been deep in her own thoughts. "Oh, yeah. Say, I've got some things to wash out – why don't you go ahead while I do my laundry? It won't take but a little while."
"Whatever you say," Pete agreed.
When they reached the cabin Pete doffed his shirt, picked up his towel – he had only one, it appeared – and set out for the pool. Gina gathered up her socks, panties and other articles of clothing while she heated a pot of water. After reflecting for a moment, she stripped naked and added the clothes she had been wearing to the small pile. Pete's discarded shirt was big enough to come halfway to her knees and she slipped into it for the time being. The shirt was still warm from his body and when she realized that her nipples were rubbing against the spot where his own broad, hairy chest had rested only moments ago, she again felt a tremor of desire pulsing out from her pussy.
What a silly you are! she told herself as she laid out soap and a pan for the washing. Letting a little thing like that affect you this way!
Nevertheless, she found that her body was more insistent than her conscience. She received another stimulating shock when she bent over the pile of clothes she intended washing; the panties she had discarded still had the warm, cunty smell of feminine excitement and reminded her of her own basic hungers.
At least they don't smell as bad as Pam's and Ellen's, I'll bet, she mused. Mmm, remember that smell you used to have when you'd wake up in the morning after a long night with Willie? Oohh, what a sexy odor that was – so strong and virile!
This memory assailed her senses with an even stronger gust of emotion. In spite of her warnings to herself, she could not prevent her right hand from slipping inside the front of the shirt and darting toward the apex of her thighs. The probing finger found the tip of her clitoris; the first contact brought a gasp of surprised delight to her lips. She hesitated a moment but then pressed her hand further between her thighs and grasped the lips of her pussy between her thumb and forefinger. After rubbing the tender, hypersensitive folds of flesh together for a moment, she capitulated to her desires.
Oohh, what a bitch you are! she thought as she leaned against the wall of the shack and brought her left hand down to her pussy. Mmm, always ready for this, aren't you? Ahhh, so alive with feeling, so tender and warm!
Again she pried open the mouth of her cunt with both index fingers. The orifice parted reluctantly but joyously; her fingers worked deeper and her thumbs closed upon her clitoris. Gina hesitated a moment and then began working her hips back and forth, almost as if she were facing a man and had his cock rammed deep into her womb.
A standing fuck! she thought. Damn, I want to do it standing up with a guy! Just like this, with his cock spearing up into me!
The thought excited her greatly and brought her measurably closer to the climax she sought. Her active imagination pictured Pete standing before her, now endowed with an erection of outstanding proportions; she tried to feel his chest pressing against her nipples and.his prick sliding into her cunt.
"Unngghh! Fuck!" she muttered hoarsely. "Now fuck, damn you, fuck it out! Mmm, cum, make it cum! Cum!"
After a moment of furious activity she felt every muscle in her midsection suddenly knot up into a tight, tingling ball. Recognizing the prelude to orgasm, she clenched her hips and thighs and fucked her fingers even more furiously. When the explosion burst within her loins she cried out weakly and trembled heavily. She pressed forward, holding her hands tightly against her pussy until the climactic seizure had passed. Then she dropped her hands down and slumped back against the wall.
Gina always fell into a mildly depressed state after having masturbated, and this time was no exception. The knowledge that she could be so easily swayed by a part of her nature that she had been taught to believe evil and "unladylike," to use her mother's favorite expression, never failed to excite stern reprimands from her conscience and exhortations to do better in the future. After berating herself for a moment and promising that she would exert every effort to exercise a more complete control over her turbulent emotions, she levered herself away from the wall and went over to the pot of water. Finding that it was boiling, she poured a portion of it into the pan, adding some cold water, and began doing her laundry.
When Pete returned from the pool she had strung up a line across the shack's porch and was draping the last garment across it. She apologized for appropriating his shirt and was told that it was hers as long as she cared to wear it.
"You look better in it than I do," he said with a shy laugh. "Go on and enjoy the pool. I'll look around and see what's available for dinner."
Gina walked up the dim path leading to the pool, stripped and bathed. She squatted in the shallow creek formed by the pool's overflow and soaped her body thoroughly, rinsed and went back for another swim. After fifteen minutes in the water her flesh was nearly blue but she felt immaculately clean. Upon returning to the cabin she found that Pete had already started a meal. They ate heartily, talked while they cleaned up the dishes, and then sat on the shack's porch until the sun was almost down.
"I think I'll take that tree over there," Gina said, pointing to a tremendous fir only a few yards from the cabin. "That looks like the best spot around for a good night's sleep."
She got out her sleeping bag and a ground sheet, arranged her bed and was snugly zipped up in her sleeping bag by the time the sun had disappeared. Pete remained on the porch for a while longer; they exchanged a few words in the darkness but then Gina dropped off to sleep and knew no more. Pete had a lantern in the shack but seldom used it; as he said, he had little use for light and found it more convenient to use the sun when it was available.
Gina slept late the next,morning, waking at about seven-thirty. The sun was well over the peaks to the east and she could hear Pete bustling about in the cabin. She lay there for a moment, luxuriating in the crisp morning air, and then crawled out of her sleeping bag. She moved quickly, fearing that Pete might look out of the shack at any moment arid find her naked, and reached for her clothing.
"That's okay," a gruff, rasping voice told her. "You ain't gonna need them clothes, girlie."
Gina moaned with surprise and whirled to face the speaker, grabbing up her shirt as she did so and gathering them up before her. She saw a dirty, ragged creature, stubble faced and ugly, standing before her. The man held a small black pistol and it was aimed straight at her. He grinned, an expression which betrayed absolutely no humor, and pocketed the pistol.
"Come on," he said. "We're having a little meeting inside and you're invited. Matter of fact, you're gonna be the guest of honor, maybe! Drop them clothes, girlie; don't mess around with me or I'll bust your stupid face!"
"But… but I don't have anything on!" she whispered, clutching the clothes all the harder. "You don't understand, I don't… oww!"
The man had jumped forward, moving as quickly as a striking rattler, and had backhanded her across the cheek. Her ears rang and her eyes watered as he ripped the clothing from her hands and tossed it aside.
"Kiss my ass, them's a great set of knockers you got there!" he exclaimed. "Shit, no sense in hiding tits like them! Come on, damn you, get your ass in that cabin or I'll loosen some teeth for you!"
Gina forced back the sob that threatened to burst from her throat and began walking toward the cabin. For a moment she hoped that Pete would have seen the man and be prepared to leap upon them as they entered but she quickly saw that this would not be possible. As they stepped through the doorway she saw him backed against the far wall; a burly, evil-looking man stood in front of him with another pistol at the ready.
"I got that chick here, Eddie," the man behind her said. "And some kind of babe she is too!"
"I'll check her out in a minute," the other man replied. "Here, Sandy, hold the iron on this dude while I tie him up – he looks like he might want to start playing hero."
Pete did indeed have that role in mind. When the man handed his pistol to Sandy, a tall, extremely busty blonde with very short hair, Pete leaped away from the wall and attempted to throttle his captor. The man called Eddie was waiting for this: using the pistol, which he had never released, he swung it in a backhanded arc that brought the barrel squarely against Pete's temple. He fell to the floor and lay there silently.
"I was hoping he'd try something like that," Eddie growled. "It'll be easier to tie him up this way anyway."
He pocketed his pistol and took down a length of cord from a nail in the wall. In less than a minute he had pulled Pete's hands behind his back and had wrapped them with cord, fastening the ends with a sturdy knot.
"Shit, why didn't you just waste him?" the blonde complained. "A piece of lead in the gut, that'd take a lot of the piss 'n vinegar outta him!"
"You stupid bitch, that all you can think about?" Eddie grunted, not even looking at the woman. "You think a piece of lead can fix everything, huh? Like that old biddy you wasted back at the bank?"
"Hell, she seen us!" the blonde whined. "You want them cops gettin' a description of us?"
"How do you know they ain't got one already?" Eddie rasped. "To go along with the murder rap they got now?"
"Shit, don't blame it all on me!" the blonde snapped, dropping her apologetic air. "You're the one that burned that guard, don't forget!"
"So all right, shut up about it, hear?"
Gina had been left out of the conversation and she took advantage of the opportunity to examine the group who had invaded the cabin. There were two men and while she would have ordinarily been hard pressed to decide which was the more repulsive, Eddies casual blow to Pete's head had earned him that honor in her estimation. The man at her side was certainly no better looking, though he did not have the rubbery paunch that swelled out Eddie's front, but he had a cold, cruel look in his eyes which suggested that he could be quite as vicious if given the slightest opportunity. The blonde, Sandy, wore an absurdly tight pair of hip huggers and a halter top. She had a cheap, sleazy look about her, notwithstanding the generous proportions of her breasts, and she too looked as though she had been dragged through a brushpile. There was one other woman, a tiny, elflike creature with long, jet black hair and a distinctly Latin look about her. She had a cute, childlike face but the eyes were weary and bloodshot, as though she had been looking at the world's corruption far too long.
"You're the people who held up that bank yesterday or whenever it was," Gina suddenly said. "You killed two people in doing it!"
"That's right, girlie, Eddie Felton's the name. This blond babe here, that's Sandy and that's Joey Gee there behind you. The spic chick there, she's Chato, she says."
"You got a name?" Joey asked, prodding her in the ribs with a finger and making her jump with surprise.
"Gina. Gina Bellardi."
"Uh, a wop? Hey, that's okay," Eddie beamed. "I always dug wop chicks. You got the makings for some spaghetti 'n meatballs?"
"No," Gina replied. "How about Pete? His face looks bad."
Eddie turned to the prostrate man; a trickle of blood ran down his cheek from a cut on the temple.
"Fix him if you want, I don't care," he said with a shrug. "You a nurse or something?"
"No, I just don't like to see people hurt," Gina replied.
"Hey, that's a laugh," Sandy sneered as the girl went over to the water bucket and dipped a cloth into it. "How come you're all worked up about that cat? He been banging you?"
"Certainly not!" Gina snapped. "He's… just a friend, that's all."
"Sweet Jesus, what does it take to get between them legs of yours?" the big blonde asked. "A goddamned wedding license?"
"I don't sleep with every man I see," Gina muttered, leaving little doubt of her doubts about Sandy's selectivity or lack of it.
"Eddie, we oughtta learn that bitch some manners," Sandy grumbled. "Or maybe just waste her now. Christ, I don't wanna stay here long enough to learn her nothing! How long you reckon we gotta stay here in this dump?"
"Till the fucking heat wears down a little," Eddie told her. "You dumb ass, you wanna go traipsing around out there and let the fuzz pick you off? Go ahead! Just forget where you left us, huh?"
"Wake up, Sandy, didn't you see them helicopters buzzing around?" Joey added. "Holy shit, they must have the fucking army out!".
"All that for a lousy five-thousand bucks," Eddie said, sniggering when Gina looked up with surprise. "Yeah, that's all we got outta that dump, girlie, five fucking thousand. And then that old guard decided he wanted to be a hero and I had to waste him and this weirdo bitch here, she blows the head off an old biddy walking outside the goddamned bank. Jesus, what a fucked up operation that was!"
"I… I'd heard that the woman was a brunette," Gina observed, having stanched the flow of blood from Pete's head.
"Sweet fucking Christ, didn't you never hear of a wig?" Sandy asked, directing a scornful look at the girl. "Shit, you put on a wig and some shades to hide your eyes and nobody could tell you from anybody else."
"Like hell," Joey said with a leering grin. "How many other chicks are stacked like you, baby?"
"Not many and you better fucking well know it!" Sandy crowed happily.
"Ooohh!" Pete moaned.
He tried to sit up and Gina pressed him back to the floor.
"Just lie there," she advised. "You've taken a hard knock; take it easy for a while."
"No, I feel pretty good," he said, opening his eyes and looked around. "Ah, it's them! They came in one me this morning; before I could do a thing I was looking at a couple of pistols."
"That's all right," Gina told him. "They're used to this sort of thing, it looks like."
"You better believe that," Sandy chimed in. "Shit, I was turning tricks when I was fourteen! You know who was the first guy that gave me a ten for sucking his cock? The goddamned principal in my junior high school, that's who! And you better believe that you didn't carry bread around that damned place without being ready to fight for it!"
"Okay, okay, we all know you had an underprivileged childhood," Eddie sneered. "Spare us the tears and crap, huh? Now look, let's get some things straightened out right away and maybe it'll save us all some sweat."
He pulled a cigar from the breast pocket of his jacket and stuffed it into his thin-lipped mouth. His eyes roamed over Gina's lusciously curved nakedness before he resumed his speech.
"The first thing," he said to Pete, "is you. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Pete hesitated a moment and then gave him his name, along with a short description of his job. Felton then asked about Gina and Pete told how she had materialized out of the wilderness. Gina added that she had left some of her friends far to the north and had struck out across country on her own. Felton digested the information for a moment and nodded slowly.
"All right, ranger, when do you get together with your buddies?" he asked. "They don't leave you here alone all summer, do they?"
Pete again hesitated but then he explained how he had to call in to headquarters at noon every day. Felton went over to the transceiver, picked it up, and glared at it for a moment as if he expected the instrument to give him away at any moment.
"Bust the shitty thing!" Sandy urged. "Christ, them creeps'll be listening in on us and calling up and who knows what all!"
"Shut your mouth," Eddie told her. "They can't listen to us without somebody here pushing one of these buttons. What's the matter with you, don't you know nothing but shooting and fucking? And what's gonna happen if they call up and don't get no answer, huh? They'll just blast up here and see what's wrong, right? So we don't bust the little gadget – we let it be and when it's time the ranger boy here can work it. And he'll work it right because I'm letting him in on a little secret right now – the first time I see a cop anywhere around here I'm gonna put a slug right in the middle of his girlfriend's belly! I'll put it where she'll take a long time kicking off and I don't think he'd want that to happen!".
Gina felt a cold finger run up and down her spine when she heard Eddie's threat. Even though she had never seen him before she instinctively believed that he would shoot her as casually as hr would squash a fly.
"He's probably serious," Pete told her. "So you'd better not try anything risky."
"You know it," Eddie promised. "Now what about the rest of it? You gotta get food and stuff up here; how about that?"
Pete explained how a ranger brought a week's supplies up every Friday in a pickup. Felton's piglike eyes sharpened at that, seeing a way out of the dilemma confronting them.
"Shit, a pickup!" he chortled. "Yeah! So we'll just help ourselves to that pickup and split! Or if the heat's still on we'll just hide out and let another week go by – then we'll cut outta this place!"
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Sandy groaned. "Another fucking week in this goddamned hole!"
"Better than a lot longer in jail," Felton grunted.
"Hey, where you going?" Joey asked as Gina moved toward the door.
"I thought I'd get some clothes on," the girl said. "Do you mind?"
"Hell yes, I mind!" he snapped. "I think you look a lot better like this so you just forget about them clothes!"
The surprise of waking up to find herself being confronted by a pistol, together with the shock of meeting the other robbers and witnessing Felton's inhuman treatment of Pete, had been enough to take her mind off her own condition. That initial reaction had worn off, however, and now she felt extremely uncomfortable. When Joey forbade her to dress she felt a sinking sensation, as though her heart had dropped a good two feet.
"B-but I don't have anything on!" she protested weakly.
"Yeah, I got eyes," Joey told her. "You stay right here with the rest of us. You don't need no clothes on."
"Hey, she don't need no clothes never, huh?" Chato asked, breaking her silence for the first time. "Boobs like that, it'd be a crime to cover 'em up!"
The girl had a slight accent, though Gina could not have said whether it was Mexican, Puerto Rican or something else.
"Yeah, that's a nice hunk of meat," Sandy murmured, coming over to Gina and running an appreciative eye over her body. "Hey, how come you were out under that tree and your boyfriend was in here when we found this place this morning? What's wrong with him? He a fag or something?"
"I told you, we're just friends," Gina muttered tensely. "He… he didn't want me and I didn't want him!"
"Yeah, that's close," Sandy sneered. "With knockers like them and a snatch like what you got, honey, if he didn't want to dip his wick in you then he's a faggot!"
"Well, at least he didn't say anything about it," Gina sniffed. "As I told you before, I don't sleep with every man I see!"
"Oh, wipe my ass with silk!" Sandy chortled. "Ain't we so fucking high 'n mighty! Huh, maybe this dude's lacking something – guess of Sandy'd better have herself a little peek just to check the situation out."
She stalked over to Pete, who was still stretched out on the floor, and squatted beside him. He drew up a knee but slowly stretched his leg out again when she clenched a fist and threatened to drive it into his groin.
"Yeah, it looks like you might have some balls," she grinned when her threat succeeded. "And you're right, ranger boy, I'd rattle 'em good for you if you tried kicking me! I like balls but I'll fracture yours if you mess with me!"
She unfastened the front of his blue jeans and tugged them down over his hips. As soon as she saw the generously proportioned prick she grinned even wider and looked up at Chato.
"Hey, baby, look at the fresh meat!" she said. "Ain't that something? Now right there's a cock that's got possibilities! Yeah, I bet that could grow into something real interesting!"
"Far out," Chato agreed. "Hey, maybe it's the chick – maybe something's wrong with her!"
Sandy rose to her feet and looked quizzically at Gina for a moment. The girl shrank back from the hard, knowing look but Joey's presence kept her from moving too far.
"We better tie you up too," Sandy said, taking down some more cord from a nail and coming toward her. "You know, just so's we don't have to spend all our time watching you."
Gina strongly feared that the woman had other motives in mind as well, but she could see no alternative to allowing herself to be tied up. Sandy herded her over to the bunk, forced her to lie down, and fastened her wrists to the sturdy posts at the head of the bunk. After satisfying herself that the knots were secure and that the girl's wrists were firmly held, she stood up and looked down at the helpless victim.
"Okay, that oughta take care of you," she said. "Now we'll just see if there's something wrong with you, dearie!"
With that, she attempted to shove her right hand between Gina's thighs. The girl instinctively closed them, clamping them so tightly that Sandy could not force her fingers between them. Chuckling with delight, she balled her right hand into a fist and delivered a crushing blow to Gina's solar plexus. The girl gasped aloud, almost nauseated by the vicious blow, and relaxed her legs. Sandy ignored her agony and thrust her hand between the limp thighs.
"Shit, ain't nothing wrong with that snatch," she said, withdrawing her hand after having plunged her middle finger deep into the girl's cunt. "That's first class cunt, that is! Not even a cherry! Come on, honey, you been giving it to somebody, why not let old buddy boy over there have a little of that nookie? A cock like his, it'd make that little buzzer of yours stand up and whistle!"
"Can't you get it through your thick head that she doesn't screw everything in sight?" Pete snapped, twisting around and writhing helplessly.
"Who pulled your string?" Sandy asked, turning back and fixing a contemptuous look on him. "Say, I don't dig this scene at all. You ain't a bad looking sort, especially if you shaved off that womb broom, so what's with the big act here? How come you two ain't been ruffling the sheets?"
"Hell, maybe they're some kind of religious nuts," Joe suggested. "You know, like them monks and nuns you read about in grade school?"
"Religious nuts? They're the worst kind!" Sandy snorted derisively. "I seen them creeps in action – they're praising Jesus with their mouth and copping feels with both hands! And horny? Some of them cats would fuck anything that had a hole in it!"
"Let it go for a while," Felton ordered. "We got a lot of time and we can check it all out later on. Right now, Chato, why don't you get over there and put your ass to work making us some food? Man, I could eat a horse!"
Felton's order – it was decidedly not a request or suggestion – brought agreement from both Joey and Sandy. Chato obediently went over to the small camp stove Pete had set up and got to work. Within a short time she had put together a meal which, if it did not arouse her companions' enthusiasm, at least quickly disappeared into their mouths. Pete and Gina lay quietly in their places, completely ignored by the robbers. Pete tried a few surreptitious wiggles, testing the strength of the cords and knots holding his wrists; he found that he had been tied very securely indeed.
"Not bad for a spic," Felton grunted, pushing away his empty plate and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, honey, you keep hanging in there and you might be worth something after all. Worth something besides just being a good fuck, I mean!"
Chato said nothing to that; evidently she was accustomed to Felton's semi-derisive remarks.
"I'm still curious about that dude," Sandy remarked, turning slightly and looking down at Pete. "Chato, why don't you clean up these dishes and things and then you 'n me can check him out? We'll just see what makes the ranger tick!"
Gina shuddered when she heard that remark. She was not certain what the big blonde had in mind for Pete but she knew that it would be nothing good. It was clear that none of them had the slightest regard for her or Pete and she could well believe that they would both be dead within a very short time. If only they could hang on until Friday, she thought, the ranger bringing the week's supplies to Pete might somehow be able to rescue them from the perilous situation facing them. Even that was not much of a hope, she had to admit; after all, what could one man do against two? And especially when those two were supported by a hard, vicious, cruel creature like Sandy? Try as she would, Gina could not see a great deal of hope in her future.