As Jud and Jennifer had embraced in the surf, as their bodies had linked and become one, four eyes had watched. They had watched the two lovers move to the beach, had seen them climax, and had viewed them as they lay satiated with ecstasy.
The younger of the two was approximately the same age as Jud, almost gaunt with dark circled eyes. Oiled strands of hair kept dropping into his eyes and he kept brushing them back. Around his forearm was tied a belt and in the crook of his elbow, where the makeshift tourniquet had raised the veins, were needle marks. Amongst these tracks was planted a needle. The second man pressed the rubber bulb and the pale fluid disappeared into the vein.
The second man was around thirty, heavier set than the younger man, but pale. He slid the needle from the other man's arm and put it away, relooping the belt through his trousers. Below them, the moonlight danced on the moist sand around Jud and Jennifer.
The older man hunched his shoulders against the night air and continued to look at the unsuspecting youths. His companion's hand nodded down to his chest and he wiped at a runny nose. He watched on as Jud and Jennifer embraced again and then ran into the surf, laughing and stumbling. When they came back onto the beach and began to move toward their clothes, he elbowed the younger man.
"Hey, Billy boy," he said in a hushed voice. But Billy only mumbled groggily. The older man reached out and caught Billy's face up in his hand, squeezing his cheeks together. Billy looked up in confusion.
"Wha's matter, John?" he asked.
"They're gettin' ready to split, Billy. Let's go.
"I don't…" he slurred.
"Yeah, I know you're smacked out. Well, or John wants a piece of that young nookie. So get up off your ass if you want anymore horse," John snarled, shaking Billy's shoulder.
Billy squeezed his eyes tightly closed, shook his head, and stood shakily. John was already moving through the dark dunes, and he dumbly followed.
"Oh, Jud, it was so good," Jennifer smiled, pulling her panties up her legs.
"Yeah," Jud smiled, embracing her once again. Their mouths opened and joined, and his eyes closed with the sweet joy of her body against his.
"Now ain't that sweet," John's voice mocked out of the darkness.
Both Jud and Jennifer whipped around in surprise. They looked around but saw nothing but sand, dune grass and shadows. Jennifer held tightly to Jud's side, terrified.
"Get dressed, baby," Jud whispered to her, his eyes searching the darkness.
She nodded and grabbed up her bra. Jud ran the tip of his tongue between his lips, fearful for the both of them. Was it some prankster taking advantage of their situation and the concealment of darkness to scare them? Or was it…
A flash of pain, a cascade of darkness and sparks of light filled Jud's head. He felt himself sway backward, the pain in his temple fogging his vision. Then there was the form of a man before him. He tried to bring his fists up but, as if in slow motion, the man was swinging toward his midsection. He heard Jennifer scream against the roar of the surf as the man's fist buried itself in his stomach. His mouth opened with the pain and he fell to his knees.
"Jud! No! Leave him alone! Leave him alone!" came Jennifer's panicked voice through the haze, followed by the man's foot, the heavy toe of his shoe clipping Jud along the side of the head. Then there was only the darkness of unconsciousness.
Jennifer stood looking at Jud in horror. Was he dead? Her mouth open with her silenced cry, she slowly looked up at the man, shaking her head with confusion.
"Hello, pretty puss," John smiled, slipping his coat off.
Jennifer grabbed up her skirt and blouse, holding them over her body. She backed away, fear tightening her throat and sheening her upper lip and forehead with perspiration, a chill between her shoulder-blades bunching her shoulders.
"What's the matter, pussy," John grinned, showing yellowed teeth as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Please, leave us alone. Please. We won't tell," she pleaded on the verge of tears.
"Tell?" he teased. "Tell what, pretty baby? How that rotten bastard raped you? How he took your cherry? How I saved you?" he giggled, slipping his shirt off.
Jennifer saw heavy body hair black against chalk white flesh, the ribs showing clearly above a heavy stomach. She turned suddenly to run and stumbled into Billy.
She leapt away with a scream. Then, for a moment, she thought he was someone who would rescue her, someone her own age, an ally.
"Ain't she pretty, Billy?" John sniggered, unbuckling his belt.
Billy nodded, his eyes wet, sniffling. Jennifer looked from one to the other, to Jud's slack form. She turned and ran toward the dunes. John leapt after her, his hands grabbing out. The fingers of one hand caught in her panties and the cloth gave, ripping away from her hips. She stumbled and kicked forward, running upward.
John cursed and moved after her. Billy watched them moving into the shadows. He glanced toward Jud as if seeing him for the first time.
"Come on, you asshole, or she'll get away!" John yelled back at him.
Billy sighed, then remembered the plastic bags of heroin in John's pockets, and forced himself to move up after them.
Jennifer gasped for breath, pulling at the high grass, her feet sliding in the sand. Behind her she could hear the ragged breath of John. If she could get to the road, would she be safe? What about Jud? The now cold night air chilled her flesh, and her lungs ached.
Cursing, John looked back to Billy catching up with him. Where was the girl? There was not only the danger of losing her but of the police being involved. He could dump the bags of scag but the tracks of needle marks on the insides of Billy's arms would not help. Damn! where was the little bitch, he wondered.
Jennifer knew the highway to be deserted at this late hour and knew that there were no homes or businesses for miles. She was on her own. No one would be coming to her aid now. She glanced back from the covering of the dune's shadow to see that Billy had caught up to John twenty yards behind. Biting the inside of her lip, she started moving to her left, back above where Jud lay.
"Get up to road and we'll have her trapped," John gasped for air, shoving Billy ahead.
He watched Billy climb, the stupor of the heroin receding a little from the exertion and the resistance his system was building to it. He looked across the patterns of moonlit sand and shadows, seeking the girl.
Jennifer dropped down between two dunes forty yards from John. Twenty yards below Jud lay sprawled on the beach. She kicked the sand away, scooping at it with her hands. She was still afraid, but in the pursuit the panic had eased and reason returned. Pushing the sand away, she dropped down into the shallow, pulling the sand back over her. Within moments only her face showed in the darkness. In the distance, she heard the voices of the men.
"Any sight of her?" John called back.
"Nothing," Billy called back.
"Okay, stay where you are. I got me an idea," John yelled evenly.
Jennifer chilled. What were they going to do now? Why didn't they just leave? She wanted to cry. She wanted Jud to embrace her. She wanted them to be somewhere safe.
"Hey, cunt! You can hear me, so you'd better give a look see at your boyfriend," came John's voice from below her.
Cautiously, Jennifer raised her head and shoulders from the sand and looked down to the beach. John stood over Jud, a knife in his hand catching the light of the moon. She bit down on her hand to keep from screaming.
"You see, bitch? You see what's In my right hand? Okay, keep watching," John yelled, going to one knee. He scooped Jud's genitals into the palm of his other hand and held the knife down over the base of Jud's penis. "Now, you see what's in my left hand? Well, unless you come on down here an' show me an' Billy a good time, I'm gonna have me a souvenir. You understand? You ain't no cherry no more, baby, so it ain't that big a deal ballin' us. But if you don't, your sweety here ain't never gonna ball no one again. You got five seconds to say something."
Jennifer stared in horror, hardly able to comprehend John's words. Would he actually castrate Jud rather than let her escape? She knew she could not risk guessing wrong. Slowly, almost wearily, she stood.
"I… I'm coming down," she forced herself to yell. “I knew you'd get smart," John said, folding the blade of his knife away, and flipping Jud's genitals from the palm of his other hand. He looked down and smiled, then stood as Jennifer came down onto the beach.
"You can come on back, Billy," John called. "An' you can come over here and undress me, puss," he grinned at Jennifer.
Jennifer stood looking at him, helpless. Her arms dropped to her sides and her blouse and skirt fell to the sand. John's eyes touched the swells of her breasts above the lace cups of her bra, roamed down over the slope of her belly to the copper coils of her loins, and then down the lengths of her legs. When his eyes returned to hers they narrowed with impatience. Forcing herself, she lifted one foot and then the other, moving toward John, hearing Billy coming down from behind her.
"Get to work," John sneered coldly.
Her trembling fingers unbuttoned his slacks and tugged the zipper loose. The trousers slid down his thighs, and she stared at the boxer shorts with the hard bulge of his prod pushing them out.
"The shoes, stupid," he spat.
Dropping to her knees, she began unlacing the shoes. Her eyes flicked to Jud as he moaned. Was there still a chance, she wondered as John stepped out of one shoe. Could they still be free of these monsters?
"You got your knife, Billy?" John asked, and Billy nodded. "Good. Make sure the boyfriend don't get outta hand."
Tears spilling from her eyes, Jennifer watched Billy crouch beside Jud, knife in hand. John raised one leg as she held the trousers.
"Now the shorts, pussy," he ordered when his trousers were off.
Jennifer straightened and unsnapped the shorts. They dropped around his ankles and he stepped free of them. Before her face was his hardened flesh. Jennifer wanted to laugh at him and tell him he was small in comparison to Jud, but she knew better. Suddenly, John's hand grabbed her hair.
"Now, I want you to eat me up good and drink me down. You understand," he said sharply, jerking her head.
She nodded, tears streaking her face. She forced back a gagging sensation.
"I can't hear you!" He growled.
"Yes. Y-yes, I understand," she said tearfully.
“That's a good little puss," he giggled and shoved her head toward his crotch with the grip of her hair. "Get it on!"
Squeezing her eyes closed over her tears, Jennifer parted her lips, feeling the softness of his head against them. He lunged and he was inside her mouth. She forced back a choke, and closed her mouth around the pike, tasting unbathed flesh. She tried to pretend that it was Jud, finding it easier to suck and bite at the fullness. She heard John begin to moan, his grip on her hair loosening.
Jud raised his head, consciousness gradually returning. The pain from the blows to his head still burned behind his eyes as he tried to refocus, and recall where he was. The beach. He and Jenny had been making love, a voice, a man, and then… He jerked his head up and saw Jenny kneeling before a man, eating him as he held her by the hair.
Feeling blind rage well up, Jud started to leap up from the sand when he was grabbed by his own hair from behind and thrown onto his back. Above him stood a younger man with a knife outburst toward Jud's throat.
"You lay there nice an' quiet an' you'll be okay," Billy slurred.
Jud wanted to beat Billy to a pulp, but to move was to have his throat slashed, and probably Jennifer's. His fists clenched in anguished frustration. He could hear John's moans becoming a gurgling groan.
John thrust his loins out against Jennifer's face, his climax building. His eyes lidded, he swung out against his grip on her, feeling her mouth moving up and down the length of him. He grinned with the warm surge, and then tensed as it began to mount.
Jennifer could feel him begin to spasm, could feel his fingers painfully tighten in her hair, could feel his sweaty thighs slap against her cheeks. Then he tensed and his prod sprayed out into the back of her mouth. She coughed and choked at the acrid flow, and he flung her away. She fell back to the sand, wiping her mouth as John swayed above her for a few moments, his reddened shaft still pumping, dripping upon the beach.
"You're good. Say, what's your name?" he asked breathlessly, opening his eyes.
"J-Jennifer," she stammered, feeling nausea churning her stomach.
"Yeah, J-Jennifer," he mocked. "You're r-real good. Billy, you want some while I take time to get it up again?" he asked, turning from her.
Billy nodded, and John went over to Jud, taking his knife from his trousers. With the knife at Jud's throat, Billy put his away and stood.
"Don't you worry, boy. Billy's real good. He'll take care of J-Jennifer," John taunted.
Jud watched as Billy stopped before Jennifer. She looked up and for a moment their eyes met. Yet, neither could hold the look, shame and embarrassment sweeping over both. Billy lifted Jennifer's chin with the toe of his shoe. She looked up into his glassy eyes, waiting for some instruction or for his attack.
Billy's hand came out of his slacks and his knife opened. Jennifer cringed, and Jud forced his eyes shut, the veins standing out on his throat and arms. Billy reached down and caught Jennifer's bra between her breasts and jerked her to her feet. Crying out in surprise, she balanced herself to see the knife move toward her. She stared with wide eyes as it approached her breasts. Then, quickly, it sliced through the cloth of her bra.
Putting the knife away, Billy pulled the cloth free and looked at the silken pillows of her breasts, at the puffed cushions of her aureoles and the gentle nubs of her nipples.
Hearing no cry of pain, Jud opened his eyes, nausea burning his throat. Jud felt the blood drain from his face, felt sweat bead his body, and knew his only other choice was death.
"Don't worry baby," Billy whispered. "I'm too smacked out to even get a hard-on," he whispered sadly, running his hands over her body. "Just gonna hold you."
Jennifer felt relieved as he embraced her. Her head in the nock of his shoulder, she looked behind him, and started at the, sight of John and Jud. Jud's eyes were closed and his mouth was twisted with repulsion. John's tool was hardening again, a sickly smile on his lips. Tears welled up once again as she realized the degradation they were being forced to share.
"You through, Billy?" John asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, John, I'm through." Billy answered, stepping back from Jenny, his sad eyes touching her briefly.
"Good. Come and hold him down, huh?"
Billy took out his knife again and switched places with John, his eyes on the sand. John stood and moved back toward Jennifer. He grabbed her roughly by the sides and threw her onto her back, falling atop her. She cried out as he drove up into her. Jud watched helplessly as the pale flanks rose and fell cruelly, heard his grunting and her cries. Then it was over.
Wiping himself with her severed bra, John dressed himself. He walked over to Billy and Jud and grinned down at them.
"That's a nice little piece you got there, J-Jud. You keep it warm in case I should ever want some more, he snickered. "After we're gone you might think of callin' cop or somethin', but don't. Cause we'll be long gone and all it'll get you is J-Jennifer's picture in the paper tellin' the world how she ain't cherry no more. You understand?"
Jud nodded, just wanting them to be gone, for this to be over with. Then the knife was away from his throat and John's shoe was clipping him just above his eye. He fell back in a daze.
John laughed and put his arm around Billy, leading him toward the dunes. Weeping, Jennifer eased herself up and painfully stood. From the darkness came the sound of an auto starting and then driving away. She stumbled toward Jud.