Ellen awoke to the cooing of pigeons on the warehouse roof the next morning. She lay still for a moment and let the soft rustling sound bring her to full consciousness. Then she opened her eyes and felt her mind give way to a series of confused thoughts.
Where was she? It didn't look like her bedroom at home with the pastel-colored wallpaper and the pink curtains and the pretty gilt-framed mirror that hung over her white-varnished dresser. No, she was somewhere else and the smells were different – almost harsh. She realized they were odors she had never smelled before, and they struck her as something raw and savage. She moved and felt a sharp pain coming from her groin. Her muscles were sore and she found it difficult to raise her legs, and she lay still for a moment until the pain went away.
Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there were gently licking flames that did not burn but still emitted a soft soothing heat.
She slid over onto her side and suddenly froze in a half-turned position. The warm touch of flesh on flesh sent a chill through her, and the bewildered young girl held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Then she closed her eyes, not wanting to look, wanting with all her life strength to blot out the image of the man lying nakedly asleep next to her.
She did not want to remember. But the recollections raced through her mind with a force and directness that was overpowering. Yes, she had willingly succumbed to him, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. Her mind went back to the beginning of last night when Vito, Pop, Cash and – apparently the German Shepherd, Rex – raped Sylvia, and she could almost visualize the wild twisting and skewering of bodies spread out on the soiled mattress.
Then she recalled the first moments of almost tender love-making with Billy outlining themselves in her mind, then dissolve into the gauzy image of their flesh that had seemed to float through a dreamy sensual world of delicious sensation. She had succumbed to those wonderful, but forbidden, sensations; her inhibitions and prejudices had been totally destroyed by the ordeal she had been through in the last two days. And that then was the smell: the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. And she remembered, too, the exquisite explosions inside her belly, it had been an eruption that had filled her wantonly writhing abdomen with a pulsing warmth, a spurting of hot life-giving sperm she had urged on with her lips, thighs, and hips. And that was where the strange warmth had some from and seemed now to ripple outward from her pulsing vagina to tingle at each part of her lower torso like a quavering note of music half-remembered from her past lust and undeniable pleasure. The flood of hot male semen might have made her pregnant, and it frightened her for a moment, until she realized how much she had wanted it… then she relaxed, remembering her period was due in two days and she was safe.
The memories returned – stronger, more pleasurable now. She had begged and urged him on to do it, and had put all of her physical strength into pressing her trembling desire-racked young body against his powerfully thrusting loins as though she were some kind of insane nymphomaniac. Nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into that mindless uncontrollable passion that had deadened her every sense of righteousness.
A low groaning sound came from the next room and Ellen looked up towards the door. It was a deep guttural sound, as though someone were dying… or in pleasure… and it reminded her of the sounds that had come from Jennifer, her sister's, lips when she had been ravished on the beach night before last. Oh, God, she thought, was it really only two nights ago – only two nights!
Slowly, she moved to the side of the bed and looked back at Billy lying asleep beside her. She put her feet to the floor and stood up tentatively, waiting for the noise to stop. Then, picking up her ripped jeans and tee-shirt from the floor, she quickly dressed. A moment later, her heart pounding with fright, she crossed the room and leaned against the threshold to the door to peer into the other room.
Her eyes had trouble adjusting to the dim light of early morning, but finally she could make out the shadowy forms of Cash, Vito, and Pop lying in naked debauched poses around the splayed-out figure of Sylvia. It appeared as though sleep had taken them almost immediately after their moment of climax, and they lay immobile, like figures frozen in mid-movement by some immediate disaster. Sylvia's cum-matted black hair lay in strands across one of Cash's outstretched thighs, and her long tapered legs were still locked across Vito's torso that lay atop her.
The gang girl's eyes were still closed, but she groaned now and then as though on the verge of coming awake. A few feet from the door lay Rex, the German Shepherd, asleep but seeming ominously watchful in a prone position.
This was Ellen's chance! It might be the last chance she ever had again.
She knew she had to go, and go now. She had found out too much for them to let her get away after all she had heard during the past few days. Yes, it was a matter of saving her own skin, even though Billy had shown such open gentleness and affection the night before. But the animal lying close to the bedroom sent a renewed sense of fear through her for a moment, and she paused anxiously at the doorway, still indecisive as to what she would finally do.
The trembling young blonde thrust one foot towards the slight opening and inched the door wider open. The rusty hinges squeaked and she immediately tensed, expecting the worst. But the low rumble of snores coming from the opposite side of the living room continued on undisturbed, and the dog seemed to sink into a deeper slumber, his back legs twitching as though he were chasing rabbits. She made a quick impulsive move into the next room and in a few swift strides was facing the stairway that led down into the lower warehouse. For some unaccountable reason she paused at the edge of the stairwell and held her breath, turning her head slightly to view the scene behind her for one last moment before she would be free.
Then she was moving almost dream-like down the long winding staircase, amazed at her own stealth as she approached the landing above the lower floor. Puffs of lint, with motes of floating dust that caught the bright morning sunlight, streamed like an invisible river in through the windows. For an instant she could not see because of the brightness and the deep shadows. But then she had made it, had achieved the second floor in one last glide and whirl, stopping to reconsider her moves before she descended the final stairway.
Indecision had been her mistake when she had been caught on the highway twenty four hours before, and now this moment of pause had been equally fateful. Suddenly a loud barking rose up from the rooms above her. She had no choice but to run, and run she did across the cardboard-scattered floor and down the next staircase in a mad pirouetting movement. There was a shouting from above, and a clatter of stumbling shoes and the scraping of paws on the stairs. The terrified girl had reached the bottom and swung open the outside door to see the skyline of the city loom up in the distance, when she felt the firm grip of canine teeth around her ankle. Rex's growl was surprisingly gentle yet commanding, and although she screamed and shoved against his massive head, he did not let go.
Then, there was the clasp of a hand on her shoulder!
She whirled around and began to scratch at Cash's face. She felt him grapple with her and thrust his powerful arms around her waist before easily lifting her as she kicked her legs high into the air. Then she was rising back up the stairway completely limp in Cash's arms… now being carried… and then half-walking, half-stumbling back into the upper rooms of the warehouse.
"Goddamn, the little bitch can really put up a fight," Cash exclaimed in near admiration as they entered the living room again.
"See, what did I tell ya," Sylvia chided in a loud shrill voice, a look of self-satisfaction on her face. "Ya can't trust the stuck-up slut two feet."
Ellen began weeping in frustration and fright, turning away from the figures that were pulling on trousers and shirts and still brushing the signs of sleep from their eyes.
Billy looked at Ellen without malice. He knew why she had tried to escape, but there was nothing he could do about having to bring her back. Now it was either he or she, and it was obvious that he could not let her live if he wanted to protect himself in the eyes of the gang.
"Lock her up in the bedroom," Billy shrugged, jerking his thumb toward the room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "Ya might just tie her up, too," he added, attempting to show his concern to the others.
"I think we oughta get rid of her now," Pop said and sneered towards the bowed head of the young girl. "It ain't safe lettin' her set here by herself. She gets loose and there'll be hell to pay."
"We still need her until after the hit is made and we're on our way. Vito and Sylvia will stay with her," Billy said, demonstrating a sense of command over the situation. "I don't want Vito in on the kill at this point."
"What ya mean I don't get to go," Vito roared at Billy. "I been in on this from the first and I intend to get my licks."
Billy sighed sardonically and looked from Sylvia to the thin-lipped little man who stood enraged in front of him. "Ya got plenty to attend to here, Vito. Don't worry, ya got your money comin' to ya, too."
"How do we get to the boat," Vito said, bringing up something that hadn't been fully explained earlier.
"We're coming back for you – for all of you," Billy said in thinly veiled warning.
Ellen bent over slightly and felt a shiver of cold deep fear run down the length of her spine at the callousness of Billy's remarks. Her life obviously meant almost nothing to the gang leader, even after the gently caressing lovemaking of last night. In a moment he would be gone, and her fate would be held in the hands of Vito and the jealous gang girl who stared at her from across the room with a cruel sadistic look. She just wouldn't be able to persuade the two envious gang-outcasts that she harbored no malice against them, and she knew they were at the point where they would torture and maim before they imposed the final humiliations upon her defenseless body.
"P-please, don't leave me alone," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face in piteous profusion now.
"There ain't nothin' I can do about it," Billy answered softly. "I gotta get goin', and I need Pop and Cash to help me."
Ellen looked up toward the gang leader, her facial expression and hands turned toward him in supplication. "I-I can't take it," she moaned. "Please… help me! Don't leave me alone!"
"There ain't gonna be no problem," Billy repeated. "If there's any trouble they'll have to answer to me about it. Besides, ya got old Rex here to take care of everything."
The gang leader knelt down and patted the German Shepherd on the head. The animal looked up at his master and let out a shrill whine, thumping his tail against the floor in response. Billy looked up and jerked his head toward the other room, "Get her out of here," he said.
Cash grasped the blonde hostage's arm and pulled her, sobbing. She went without struggle and lay limply against the wall, permitting him to tie her arms tightly beside her. A few minutes after she had been secured to some bolts in the wall, Billy peered through the door. He studied her tear-stained face for a second, then walked slowly across the room and bent down in front of her.
"Okay, he did a good job on ya," he smiled tensely. "Ya ain't gonna have no trouble with them. I told 'em to leave ya alone, and they gotta follow what I say. We got it figured so you'll see us sometime soon. Probably on the boat goin' to Mexico, as a matter of fact." He paused, looking unsure of himself and embarrassed. "I don't even know your name." When she started to reply, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. "No, I don't wanna know. It don't matter none anyway."
Then he turned and without a word left her alone. Billy's mention of Mexico sent the young girl into a new stage of uncertainty. She had expected to be killed after the assassination, and had no idea that she would be kidnapped out of the country. Was it because the tough gang leader really cared for her? Or was he simply taking no chances, and planned to use her as a hostage until their escape was made?
After awhile Ellen heard several footsteps moving down the stairs and with a slow build up of terror she realized that she was now completely alone with Vito and knife-wielding Sylvia. The sound of the truck moving out of the warehouse signaled the beginning of what she assumed would be her final struggle, and she began to tremble, trying to steel herself to what the two remaining criminals had in store for her. A tiny flicker of hope still remained that the weasel-like Vito would protect her out of fear of the gang chief, but she knew that the chances were slight that he would be able to stand up to Sylvia's jealous prodding. Ellen eased down onto the floor and felt her bonds loosen somewhat. She tried to empty her mind of all thought, knowing that thinking was useless and could only send her into deeper despair.
Surprisingly, she went to sleep.
Sometime later, Ellen awakened out of a hazy, dream-filled half-sleep and noticed the door to the bedroom slowly pushing open. Then lurching around the open door came the tall cat-like figure of Sylvia whose face reflected an arrogant self confidence that for Ellen could only mean one thing. The tall smirking brunette stood a few paces from the young girl, staring and saying nothing for a long time. It was obvious that she had been drinking.
"Well, the house whore has finally decided to wake up from her nap." Sylvia laughed evilly and swept her hand towards the door in a gesture of finality. "Ain't it funny? There's just you, me, and Vito. I think we ought to have a little party."
Ellen stiffened and tried to struggle up from the floor. She wanted to say something that would erase the hateful expression on Sylvia's face, but everything she thought of would make the situation worse. The only thing she could do now was stall for time and hope for some kind of intervention that would save her from what lay ahead.
"B-Billy, he told you not to touch me. Please don't touch me, you know what he'll do to you, if you do anything."
The gang girl laughed again, and the ugly sound of her voice seemed to echo back to Ellen the absurdity of her remarks. Even to herself the protest seemed weak and feeble as though she did not believe it, and she held her breath when the girl approached her with eyes glinting ferociously.
Sylvia took carefully small half-steps that prolonged the anguished tension of waiting, and Ellen tried to raise herself higher off the floor, feeling her bonds painfully clench around her arms and the tightness of her jeans, that had hitched up beneath the lower ropes, cutting into her waist. Suddenly, in one lightning movement, Sylvia's hand shot down and grabbed Ellen's hair, wrenching the young girl's head upward until she was staring into the other woman's hate-filled face. In this moment Ellen caught the full brunt of Sylvia's contemptuous wrath, and the pain tingling through her scalp was nothing compared to the force of sadistic glee sparkling in the gang girl's eyes.
"Ya know what I'm going to do to ya, honey," Sylvia said, not releasing her tight grip on Ellen's hair. "I'm gonna make you feel real funny, like I'm gonna cut you up tit by tit, but that'll come after we have some other entertainment."
"Oh please! God! Leave me alone!" Ellen pleaded, the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
"There ain't no reason to leave ya alone after the way ya been acting towards my man!" Sylvia screamed shrilly, then viciously back-handed the captive girl several times. The blows seemed to take the immediate pressure off her hate, and she let Ellen's head fall back against the wall.
The young blonde made another effort to communicate with the infuriated gang girl. "I-it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask to be kidnapped by those men," Ellen sobbed piteously.
"Ya know Rex is still here," Sylvia said cunningly and without preamble. "I suppose ya think he's gonna guard ya, don't ya?"
Suddenly a feeling of horror implanted itself and flooded through Ellen's entire being. Now she remembered the animal-like noises from last night and the ribald laughter of the convicts as they shouted gleefully, "Go on, Rex. Fuck her too; she's a bitch!" Oh God! Mention of the dog and the irrational of the animal that she had experienced earlier merged into one terrorized realization. No, this was too much, she couldn't even bear to think of it!
"That dog has been trained by Billy," Ellen said, her mind still grabbing for excuses to hold the tall brunette off from her. "Billy left him here to guard me."
"We'll see what kinda guarding old Rex is going to do," Sylvia chortled sadistically. "Hey, Vito, get your ass here and bring that fucking dog with you." She laughed uproariously at her own joke.
When Ellen began frantically struggling against her bounds, Sylvia grabbed her hair and rammed her head back against the wall. Low disgruntled groans could be heard from the front room, and a moment later the ferrety little convict appeared at the door accompanied by the huge German Shepherd.
"Hey, Vito, look at this," Sylvia grinned back at the greasy-haired man standing in the entrance way. "We're gonna have us some fun while Billy plays his little cops and robbers game."
The sadistically grinning gang girl leaned down and pinched and tore at the flesh on Ellen's arm until the young girl could stand the pain no longer. She jumped and screamed against her bonds, trying to escape the excruciating pain, but her struggles were useless and resulted only in the ropes cutting into her wrists and drawing blood.
"I-I don't think we oughta mess with this kinda crap," Vito said nervously, licking his lips. "Billy finds out, and it'll be all over for the both of us."
The statuesque brunette looked back at Vito contemptuously. It was obvious which one of the two had the strength to take command of this new situation, and the gang girl exercised that command now with the vicious poking and prodding of her fingers and hands.
"Hey, Vito, wouldn't you like to see what kind of cunt this sweet innocent little thing's got?" Sylvia asked, leaning forward and reaching with both hands for the front of Ellen's tee-shirt. Ellen pulled away, but there was no place she could go. "It must be something pretty special for Billy to get so hopped up." The gang girl's hands tore at the light covering material, and Ellen's large, ripely swaying breasts fell free into the air. Both women could see Vito's eyes bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white torso bound helplessly to the wall, and even as they watched, his features began to change from nervousness to a sadistic anticipation.
"Look at that, Vito," Sylvia said and leered back at the dumbfounded man behind her. "How'd you like to try some of that?"
Vito stood with his jaw agape, a thin line of spittle forming on his trembling lower lip. The dog standing by his side sounded a low whimper that redirected the terrified captive's attention to the big animal.
"What d'ya say, Vito? You get the bitch warmed up, and then we let Rex here have a go at her," Sylvia said, then turned to the struggling blonde again. "Old Rex fucks real good." Her eyes were devoid of emotion – lifeless – as she said it.
"Stop it, stop this talk, I can't stand it!" Ellen screamed in one last verbal attempt to dissuade Sylvia from her viciously lewd intent. "I'll do anything, but get that dog away from me!"
"Ya hear that, Vito?" Sylvia said in a low salacious tone. "She'll do what ya want as long as Rex boy don't mess with her."
Suddenly, the gang girl was upon Ellen again. She seized her legs and pulled them wide apart, then with surprising strength she thrust one hand against the struggling girl's crotch and unzipped the tattered jeans. Ellen tried to pull her legs tight, but the strong pressure of her assailant's grip on her thigh was too much.
"When I want you to open your legs, I mean it!" Ellen heard hissed at her through her pain-deadened mind.
Sobbing convulsively, the blonde hostage's legs went limp, and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel the sadistic gang girl reaching down and grasping her ankles, and yanking her fearfully trembling body as far out of the corner as possible with her hands still bound to the wall. Her softly fleshed young buttocks scraped agonizingly across the rough floor, and she moaned in pained protest but it was not heard.
"Now open 'em, baby, I want Vito to see how nice and tight your little pussy looks."
Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, Ellen spread her legs a few inches more.
"Open 'em wider, you slut, poor Vito can't see it… can ya, Vito?" she teased at him as his wildly gleaming eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Sylvia moved forward again. She grabbed the sides of Ellen's jeans and tugged at the tight covering denim, pulling them all the way off the struggling young girl's legs – then holding them aloft in contemptuous disdain. She laughed shrilly in sadistic glee as she saw Ellen cringing and trying to hide her nakedness.
The captive young blonde sobbed helplessly in pain and humiliation, feeling the raw pink flesh of her vagina stretched open from the outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the weasel-like little convict's gaze as his savagely burning eyes locked in lustful desire on the tiny tight opening nestling in the sparse field of soft blonde cuntal hair up between her legs.
"Now ya can do anything ya like to her, Vito. But ya gotta save the best part for Rex here. Whaddya think ya wanta do, Vito honey?"
"What… what about Billy," he asked, his voice raspy with fear and an animal-like lust.
"Who's going to tell Billy? Not me. Not you… not her! She's gonna try to escape and she's going to have an accident. Can't be helped. She likes to escape. We can't help it if she falls down three flights of stairs while being chased by Rex… and breaks her fucking neck." She grinned conspiratorially at the sweating convict.
Vito's laughter was a high-pitched cackle of enjoyment. He actually rubbed his hands in glee.
Cowering in terror in the corner, Ellen had never felt so naked and frightened in her life. Her mind whirled at the thought of being attacked by the lewdly grinning Vito, but an awesome sensation of incomprehensible fear shot through her when she thought of the dog that stood panting beside him. God, Rex was huge. She just couldn't stand the idea of touching the beast, much less passively submitting to the vile obscenity they had in mind for him to do. The hate-filled Sylvia was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of plea for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred times more if Ellen were to beg. There was no hope now for anything, and the young hostage didn't try to stop the tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming down her cheeks.
Ellen closed her eyes to blot out Sylvia's smirking face then reopened them again and jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The tall brunette gang girl had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the softly tender flesh surrounding her vagina. "No, no, stop, please stop," the captive groaned in abject fear.
Vito bent eagerly down behind Sylvia and the slightly built convict inched forward, leering toward Sylvia's hand that worked at the bound girl's wide-splayed vaginal lips. Then like some anxious animal closing in for the kill, he pushed past Sylvia, thrusting his face a few inches away from her finger working around the edges of the tortured little cunt. For a moment Ellen forgot about the slow humiliating violation of her nakedly exposed cuntal area and focused all her attention on Vito's crazed expression that contorted in obvious anticipation of what he would do to her next.
"Yeah, I'll warm her up all right," he growled, not taking his eyes from between her legs where the grinning Sylvia had expertly insinuated her fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the already wet passage.
"Let's get her on the bed," the gang girl said in a commanding voice. "You and Rex can't do nothin' to her down here on the floor… you'll both get splinters in your balls."
As though she were in a dream, Ellen felt herself pushed from the wall, and saw the ropes cut swiftly by the knife in Vito's hand, and then she was being bodily lifted, with all will to resist gone, and held in the tight clench of Vito and Sylvia's arms above the bed. She was dropped heavily and hit the soiled mattress with a hard smack. Then she sensed her arms being pulled back from in front of her and her back striking against the wall. Through a blur of scalding tears she made out the figure of Sylvia standing over her and Vito's ferret-like form crawling up on the bed next to her.
She felt the sadistic convict's thin tensed body push up against her and heard him fumbling with his clothing, not bothering to remove his pants but just unzipping his fly. He moved closer and she pulled away from him towards the wall, jerking abruptly as she felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Sylvia and she was reaching over the bed, thrusting Ellen closer to Vito's lust-incited form. The two pairs of hands that were suddenly pinching and clawing over her nakedly writhing young body were indistinguishable from one another, and it seemed as though every sensitive area of her fearfully cringing flesh was being explored and prodded to increase her pain and humiliation. Then she sensed an all-too-familiar touch, something she had learned to recognize from the several violations of her body during the past two days. The hot spongy hardness of Vito's eagerly throbbing cock sprang out from the opening of his pants and with a soft thud smacked against the narrow hair-lined opening of her cunt. The helplessly struggling girl stretched her buttocks backwards, but the evil little Vito followed her, moving his hands across her hips until they clenched the quivering cheeks of her ass.
Ellen lurched back again and wriggled her buttocks in one last vain attempt to escape the constant painful kneading of his fingers and hands. But it was useless. Vito's long hard cock began making its slow entry through the tight outer lips of the girl's moistly dilating cunt, his progress only slightly impeded by the spasmodic wrenching of her groin away from him. Suddenly, Ellen felt a new pressure coming from behind. At first there was a tingling, then a more painful sensation as Vito's hands tightened in back of her, pulling her clenched buttocks wide apart. She looked up and saw Sylvia's sadistically smiling face only inches away from her thighs. The gang girl had thrust her finger against the tight rubbery ring of Ellen's anus and, with the aid of the man in front of her, began a malicious prodding at the blonde's tender rear entrance.
"Oh, noooooo, aaaaaaargh," she moaned in pained humiliation. "Please don't. God! Don't do that to me."
But the young hostage's helpless protestations were useless. Her nakedly trembling body gave a fretful heave sideways to escape the dual prodding from in front and behind, and she felt an excruciating pain rip through her thighs as Sylvia's sharp claws dug into the soft white flesh above Ellen's buttocks. The gang girl clenched her fingers until the screeching-in-agony captive could stand it no longer. The outstretched finger that worked at her nether passage now had full access to her and Ellen felt she would do anything now to avoid the terrible searing pain that she had learned to associate with each of her struggling movements. Nothing was important anymore as long as she escaped the burning torture of Sylvia's viciously grasping hands that she could still feel digging into the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and prodding at the tightly puckered anal ring.
She could feel the hot rubbery hardness of Vito's cock thrust partially into her moist, slowly widening cuntal passage, even as Sylvia's extended finger screwed into her quivering ass.
"Deeper, do you want me to fuck you deeper?" Vito asked lewdly, removing his hands from her helplessly squirming buttocks, and moving them up to her large pink-rippled breasts that he squeezed and kneaded in growing lust.
Ellen did not answer. Her mouth opened in silent protestation, but her lips pursed tightly shut when she felt Sylvia's finger worm farther into her rear orifice. She was impaled now from both sides. The vision of the brunette gang girl bent over her and Vito cleaving into her moistly clasping vagina sent an electric shock of shame through her pulsating groin and into the rippling flesh of her abdomen. She could feel the sadistic little convict's long burrowing penis grow larger, if that were at all possible, as he began his strong ram-rod thrusts. She pulled back away from him, but this seemed to increase his excitement and he drove harder, his thick, sperm-inflated hardness pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in surging waves before its cruel searching head.
Ellen looked up again and saw Sylvia smile in triumph. Then she heard and felt the swift removal of the gang girl's finger slipping out of her ass with a moist swish of air.
"Go on, fuck it, fuck it, Vito!" Sylvia screamed, long swatches of cum-matted black hair dangling over her face and giving her a demented appearance.
The gang girl stood back away from the bed for a moment and watched the lewd scene with dazed eyes. The German Shepherd sat at the woman's side and viewed the writhing figures with a bemused animal curiosity, perking up his ears with each spasmodic lurch and groan from the bed. Low bestial growls came from the dog's panting mouth, completing the depravity of the scene and seeming to merge with the rhythmical moans and squeakings that resounded from the bed.
Ellen's naked young body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as Vito began his last pile-driving thrusts into the deepest recesses of her cunt. The day of waiting for this blonde bitch had taken its toll on Vito's ability to hold himself off from climax much longer, and the incredible warmth of the girl's lushly quivering body and the moistly contracting tightness of her hot little cunt brought him closer and closer to orgasm.
There was nothing else in the world for the girl hostage now. No Billy, no Sylvia, nothing but this deep mind-dazing screwing of animal lust and flesh, of belly smacking against belly, crotch grinding against crotch.
"That's it, Vito. Fuck 'er with all you've got," Sylvia intoned from across the room, driving him on into greater lust-incited fury.
Ellen's eyes opened and closed in a lost gaze of pain and humiliation. The convict was coming in from a new angle – one that gave him added depth. She had not been fucked this deep before, not once in the last two days, and she winced as he routed the head around deep inside, enlarging the virginal end of her channel and feeling her own involuntarily clasping muscles grip at his rigidity like warm elastic.
Suddenly Vito lurched. He poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her breasts for a moment before pushing down between her arms. He levered her unresisting legs off the bed in an arc flat back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders.
"Ram it to her, Vito," Sylvia's voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the distance. "Shoot it in her."
Spurred on by Ellen's frantically twisting body below, he dug even more deeply into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a pile-driving machine gone out of control.
He was cumming now, she could feel his waves of unbelievably warm sperm shooting deep into her dilating womb as her head whirled at the onslaught of hot powerful squirts surging wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. Then it was over, except for the hoarse panting from both of them. Ellen lay back from Vito, sobbing piteously as her head pushed against the wall and her blonde hair streamed wildly down her neck and onto her full firm breasts. She had felt the hugeness of Vito's cock shoot its enveloping wetness into her womb, and had experienced a half-second of unconsciousness which she recognized as an orgasm of sorts as his burgeoning cock had flooded her moistly clasping cuntal passage to the brim. Now he pulled away from her, his slowly deflating cock slipping loudly from her sucking vaginal lips. He lay for a moment beside her and then slid slowly from the bed, leaving her nakedly battered body face down on the mattress.
Ellen looked up for a moment through tear-flooded eyes to see the figures of Vito and Sylvia gesticulating to one another and the dog looking up questioningly at the two of them. Then to her horror, she saw the two criminals lead the huge, eagerly whining German Shepherd toward the bed. Ellen cringed away and pushed against the wall, a mind-stunning blanket of primeval terror blanketing her as she knew she could no longer escape this horrible fate.
"That's it, Vito, lift his paws onto the bed," she heard the wanton voice of Sylvia shout out. Then she was screaming as she felt the soft touch of animal fur on her ankle and a warm breath on her calf. A vicious slap across the face almost knocked her unconscious. Her screams choked off in a low moan of anguish, and she moved an inch away, but the animal warmth followed her… and the stillness of the expectant spectators filled her with a black dread that was almost paralyzing in its intensity.
Ellen looked back and saw the powerful form of Rex hunched over the bed. She tried to move forward but found the harsh grip of Sylvia's hands holding her back, and she grimaced in pain as the gang girl gripped her shoulders forcefully downward onto the mattress. She could not move. Sylvia sat with legs spread wide apart in front of her, while Vito stood to her side preventing any lateral movement. Ellen lay flat on her belly now, her face thrust into the filthy pillow, afraid to move and equally fearful that her stillness would signal a position of complete subjugation to her torturers.
Suddenly, there was the cold touch of animal nostrils against her lower thigh that sent her gaze back and froze her into a position of terrorized fear. Her mind screamed at her paralyzed muscles to move, to roll over, to lower her legs and get off the bed, but her body simply shuddered and the dog stood and growled bestially in warning.
Ellen froze, her thighs pulled close together, not daring to move now as the huge dog growled menacingly once again over her, his great panting head just above her defenselessly upturned loins. Suddenly there was the feel of hands on her knees and buttocks as Vito and Sylvia pulled her legs wide apart for the dog's entry.
Ellen felt as though the last moment of her life had come. There was nothing she could do now but submit, and submit she did as Rex's coldly wet nose began inching up her thighs and finally lodged against the opening of her fearfully cringing vagina. The horrible violations of her body during the past few days had reduced the young girl to nothing but a vessel of nakedly quivering flesh, and now with the knowledge that they were going to kill her there wasn't anything except a kind of blind willingness to be subjugated and dominated to the point of absolute self-annihilation. So far as she was concerned, she was already dead. Let them do what they willed.
The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's hair-covered crotch and sniffed it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. For a moment the blonde hostage, in spite of her resignation to her fate, tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his head and growled again and began greedily lapping at the narrow pink slit up between her thighs. He ran his tongue down the full length of it from the tightly puckered anal opening, up over the wetly fluted edges of her cunt, and to the tiny gleaming clitoris atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a hot knife through butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to sniff at her warmly perfumed cunt and wagging his tail in obvious appreciation.
Rex was pushing harder, the nose and tongue more persistent at her upturned buttocks. Ellen felt a lewd thrill, at this point only understandable to her because of the subjugation she had gone through before, and she fought with all her will against it. The dog's glistening long scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to push the tapered point and the thick shaft into her body.
Above and around her the shadowy forms of Vito and Sylvia seemed to set up a lewd chant-like motion. Gone was all sense of protest or violation – she was merely an equivalent of the animal that haunched over her, a receptacle that symbolized the junction of animal and human as in days of old when man was a mythic union of the Gods and animals.
Out of control, the dog growled in frustration as Ellen, in desperation, twisted her buttocks in an attempt to push the slippery organ away. But Sylvia merely reached down and guided the point of it into the cringing girl's narrow pink pussy slit, and Rex immediately began humping forward – each of his eager thrusts spreading her cunt wider and wider apart.
Ellen did not know what she was doing, her responses were merely automatic gestures that had been trained into her over the past few days, and so she without volition raised her white young buttocks up to allow easier entry.
The animal lurched heavily on top of her, thrusting his bestial fur-covered paws around her torso as though his forelegs were human arms wrenching around her, writhing back. From deep in her consciousness Ellen could hear a low gasp come from the two figures who had stood up from the bed to give the animal complete access to her.
With a cry, she tensed as the long scarlet penis slipped out, but Rex returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. He knew where and how to go this time. The German Shepherd jerked forward and with one smooth lunge buried his huge cudgel deep up the kneeling young girl's pink, spasmodically grasping cunt.
His thinly tapered penis slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging from below her wet pubic hair. Coming to her senses momentarily, Ellen tried to wrench away again, but Sylvia's hands gripped her forearms and dug her fingernails into her flesh, forcing the girl to submit to the brutal animal impalement. It was being done to her, she thought in desperation; there was a dog fucking into her vagina. It was a fact. There was nothing – absolutely nothing she could do to change that fact or stop it. Let it end as soon as possible, she prayed.
Her face contorted in abject surrender, and she began slow responsive movements, upturning her buttocks and tightly flexing and unflexing her vaginal muscles to bring the dog to climax. Rex emitted a low, almost human growl and thrust his hind legs more closely against the girl's wildly trembling buttocks, and began a tensed jerking, skewering his bestially huge penis farther up her moistly clasping passage.
Vito bent down a few inches from the bed, a long stream of spittle running down his chin, his idiot-like face a grotesque mask of lewd twitchings and contortion. It was even better seeing the dog get the blonde girl than it had been watching the arrogant Sylvia being sodomized by the same animal last night. The memory of the orgasm he'd had only a moment before and the thought of his hot cum merging with the lewd animal sperm in the subjected young girl's belly sent a surge of salacious delight through his groin. He began to groan in rhythmic response to the scene in front of him, grasping his long hard cock and pulling at it in response to the lewd animal fucking. Sylvia bent down her own voluptuously ripe body and thrusting up between her legs to play with the tiny hardening pleasure bud of her clitoris. She moved closer to Vito, their dual masturbation of their lust-incited genitals setting up a weird responsive slapping sound that fused and smacked in time to the buffeting coming from the bed.
Ellen's large taut breasts danced beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the glistening scarlet cock of the dog as it slid into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of animal flesh burying itself deep within her human belly. Gone from her now was all awareness of who she was or how she had come to be subjugated as she was. She lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly clenched teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive inching its way up a steep incline. Her mood seemed to slowly transform itself, and she was surprised when she found herself giving more to the animal than she had ever dreamed. There was only one way to please the rapaciously grinning criminals crouched lewdly in front of her on the floor; she had to appear to enjoy the animal fucking in order to escape what Sylvia obviously had in store for her after the animal had spent itself. Yes, she wanted to enjoy it, and strangely the tiny bit of masochism in every woman suddenly broke forth into a surge of nerve-jangling excitement. There was still the pain but it had become strangely pleasurable, and she found herself wantonly thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement each time the German Shepherd jerked forward into her.
"Ooooooh, oooooh," the kneeling young blonde groaned from beneath the panting Rex. The dog was lapping his tongue at Ellen's neck and wrenching his paws, yet strangely withholding his long canine claws from painful contact with her skin. His long dripping penis was buried to the hilt up her hotly clasping vaginal passage, and the earlier feeling of pain had gradually given way to electric shocks of salacious delight. Her eyes shot down to her shadow on the floor for a moment and the obscene shadowy movements of the dog fucking into her from behind presented a strange picture, as though out of a pornographic movie; and the pagan sight only increased her uncontrollable lust.
"Oh, yes, fuck it like that," she crooned through sensually clenched lips as the beast humped up heavily between her widespread buttock cheeks and rotated the giant blood-filled penis deep around up inside the hotly sucking tunnel of her hungry young pussy.
She had not submitted like this even to Vito, but had held off hoping that his violation would be the last. But now, with all resistance gone, she was mouthing obscenities back at an uncomprehending animal to do things to her with words like "cunt", "fuck", and "shit". The narrow dividing line between rightness and wrongness had now been crossed, and it was obvious that she was enjoying this perverted animal fucking as much, if not more, than with a human. She swept her long blonde hair from side to side, her lust-blinded eyes not even seeing the wantonly writhing figures of Sylvia finger-fucking herself or the evil little Vito maniacally stroking his blood-inflated cock.
The panting Rex burrowed and growled over the whimpering girl who muttered incoherent noises into the mattress. His long scarlet penis swelled and lurched up a final fraction of an inch, pressing its tip at the opening of her already sperm-filled womb. He yelped once and thrust his fur-covered abdomen more tightly against Ellen's wildly squirming buttocks.
Ellen cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad pummeling of the wild animal heaving on top of her, feeling his cock swell as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full awesome length where the moist rubbery walls of her vagina held it vise-like and hot.
"Oh no, God, God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt his penis begin to jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene hot cum; there was nothing in the world she could do about it but continue kneeling slavishly in front of him like another animal. And through it all, she knew that she had only hate for the dog… because he had come too soon. She had been so close!
There was a stronger yelp from in back of her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst wide open, beginning to boil his hot animal cum into her. Then, with the unexpectedness of a bolt of lightning, her own orgasm struck her and Ellen screamed in animal rapture and rammed back against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hot spurts deep in her clasping vagina.
Sylvia and Vito on the floor were both approaching orgasm now themselves as they rubbed and jerked at their own genitals; their excitement increased tenfold as they saw the thick white liquid ooze from Ellen's tight little cunt which was violently milking the penis of the dog; his trails of the sticky white liquid ran down the firm ivory columns of her thighs as the kneeling young girl continued to shriek out her orgasm. Then, her backside glistening with cum, Ellen pitched forward on her face, almost unconscious, the rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipping from her sperm-flooded vaginal passage with a lewd, wet sucking noise that echoed obscenely through the silence of the room.
The exhaustedly trembling young captive lay on her belly panting for breath as the dog heaved off the mattress and sprawled out his weary form next to the bed. Ellen's whole body ached in the aftermath of the painful attack, and she dared not move for fear that even greater pain would assault her. She waited, knowing that the final moment had not yet come, that Vito and Sylvia who had both reached writhing climax a few moments before would be on her again in a matter of moments.
The moment came only a second later.
"Now how about that," the voice of the gang girl hissed viciously from the side of the bed. Ellen looked up and saw Sylvia standing beside her, the huge blade of Vito's knife that he had used to cut her bonds in her hand.
Ellen raised her head in weak protest, but she knew that it was useless. The gang girl brandished the knife over her, slicing it through the air in a kind of hypnotic gesture that caught the gaze of the reclining Vito.
"What ya gonna do to her?" the criminal's startled voice rang out. "I thought we were gonna throw her over the railing and break her neck!"
"Whaddya think I'm gonna do with this here knife?" the gang girl spat at him. "I'm gonna start slicing tit by tit, just like I said I would," she spat down at him.
Vito looked up for an interminable moment, his dazed eyes clearing somewhat and then began rising off the floor. "Ya put that knife away, ya got no reason to use it," he shouted, raising a fist at Sylvia who was still grimacing down at him. "Billy'll kill us if he thinks we touched her."
"Fuck Billy!" Sylvia turned away from the badly frightened little convict, ignoring his shouts and continued swishing the blade through mid-air, moving it closer and closer to the screaming, cowering Ellen who pathetically cringed against the wall, looking like a bird at the approach of a cat.
Behind the woman Ellen could see Vito approach closer, his hands opening and closing in nervous protesting gesticulations. His hands clenched into tight fists and the muscles of his forearms stood out demonstrating a strength Ellen had not thought the thin man capable of. At least, she had someone on her side, even if he did want to kill her – just as Sylvia – but wanted to make her death look like an accident.
Suddenly there was a wild movement of flailing limbs in front of her as Vito had leapt up behind Sylvia, grappling with her arms, but the lithe gang girl spun around and made a vicious slash against the criminal's chest. In the midst of the scuffle the German Shepherd rose and sank his teeth into Sylvia's ankle, instinctively attacking the suddenly insane gang girl. The pain of the dog's bite only drove her to further madness and she thrust the long switchblade knife in an upward curve from her hips. The blade made a loud "thunk" as it sank into Vito's chest.
Sylvia smiled again across the width of the bed.
"Ya thought ya almost had it made, didn't ya?" she snarled. "But now you're gonna get it, and I'm gonna be slow and easy about cuttin' ya up. I'll make it hurt… I promise ya…"
The German Shepherd cowered away from the standing woman, his tail curled between his legs. He knew who was master now, the long bloody knife glinting in his master's former girlfriend's hand clearly demonstrated this.
Ellen felt her last hope dwindle away when she saw that the animal who had been her lover only moments before was incapable of acting as her protector. Now it was only a matter of waiting, since she would be unable to avoid the pendulum swing of the razor-like blade. She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the vision of the glistening blade of steel now running with blood, held in the hand of the stealthily approaching gang girl. "Let it be fast and not hurt too much," she prayed silently. "Please let it be fast." She had no hope of living.
"Now let me get that tit in my hand," Ellen heard through her fogged mind. "Just poke it out so I can start cutting."
Sylvia reached down toward Ellen's breast, and the terror-paralyzed young girl was incapable of movement. The tall brunette's hand darted out and clenched one nipple tight, squeezing the roseate tipped breast in a scissor-like grip that sent a shriek of excruciating agony screaming up from the depths of Ellen's being. The knife flashed in the air and made a downward movement…
Suddenly the entire world seemed to blow up in an ear-splitting explosion – one second the hand was there and then it wasn't.
Ellen watched the crazed sadistic look on Sylvia's face change to one of frozen horror, shock, then agony. The gang girl fell away from the bed, and Ellen saw the form of Billy standing at the door, a pistol smoking in his hand. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellen saw the dog cringe away from the scene, disappearing down the stairway away from his master. Ellen wobbled to her feet, then stood up in front of him.
"Well, well, look at what's been goin' on in here," he said with a strange sense of ease in his voice. "The killing's off." He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. "Would you believe… would you believe…" he began laughing so hard that he was forced to sit on the bed and tears streamed down his darkly handsome face, "would you believe… the senator's plane was hijacked… to Cuba!"
Ellen turned her face away from the two outstretched bodies on the floor. She had been through too much in the past few days to be able to regain her thoughts; the room was swirling around and around. All she wanted now was to go home and sleep and sleep until the pain of the experience softened to the point where she could begin living her life again.
Cash appeared from behind Billy and shook his head on witnessing the bloody scene in front of him. "Jesus! What we gonna do about this, Billy?" Cash asked quietly, obviously concerned.
The gang leader took out his gun and dropped it on the floor beside Vito. "They killed each other," he said quietly. "Both of them were psychos – only a matter of time, anyway." He paused, "We'll torch the building."
"And the girl?" Cash jerked his head toward Ellen who stared unseeing at a blank wall.
"What do you think we should do to her?" Billy asked quietly, and Pop who had just entered the room was included in the question.
"She can pin this on you," the old man said thoughtfully. He glanced down at Vito lying lifelessly in a puddle of blood and over to Sylvia, still brandishing her knife in death. "It's up to you, Billy," he said, "It's up to you…"