Tony wanted privacy to talk with King Kelly. It was not the sort of scheme one discussed in public. On the other hand though, he didn't want to find himself in some secluded spot where, if the plan did not appeal to them, the hoodlums would be free to give him a beating. Driving back to town, he considered this and decided on the City Park. There were mounted policemen there, mainly to guard against vandalism; it should be fairly safe. He telephoned from a phone booth.
"Hah!" said Kelly, when Tony had identified himself. "I figured you'd come up with the dough, once my boys and I started taking the vigorish off your old lady."
Tony winced. He knew that vigorish was merely a loan shark's word for interest, but the word seemed remarkably dirty when applied to what they'd done to Dolly. He had a flash of those three villains pounding the pork into the girl with vigor.
"Errr… I don't have it, exactly."
"Yeah? Well, tomorrow your girl gets plenty more dick, in that case and when we get our hands on you, you deadbeat."
"But I can get it. Kelly, I have a little scheme going."
"Bullshit!"
"But I need your help."
"A doctor is what you're gonna need."
"It's worth more than I owe you, Kelly, maybe twenty-five grand to you."
Kelly breathed wordlessly down the connection.
"I want to discuss it with you." Kelly paused. "In person?"
"Yes."
"All right. Where?"
"I'll meet you in the park… just by the statue of General Grant on his horse."
"That the one with the pigeon shit on it?" Tony was surprised that King Kelly knew so much about the design of the park.
"That's the one," he said.
"Ten minutes," said Kelly.
Chain smoking nervously, Tony waited on a wooden slat bench. Behind him, General Grant sat astride his rearing horse. Grant's sword was extended, as if to ward off the pigeons that defiled him. But the pigeons kept coming. They kept shitting. This bronze Grant must have known how Lee felt when the Union troops just kept coming. Off to the side, a mounted policeman walked his horse slowly down the bridal path, out of earshot but in sight. The policeman, too, was covered with pigeon shit. But his presence gave Tony confidence. Tony found it amusing that he should welcome the nearness of the law as he set about his illegal scheme.
Plenty of sexy girls strolled past the bench, hips swinging, all ass and tits and elaborate hair, but Tony was so nervous that he didn't even get a hard-on.
Then King Kelly and his two strong-arm men came walking over the grass.
Tony lighted yet another cigarette and waited. They walked up to the bench. Ike was looking at his legs and Frank was looking at his dick but Kelly looked him in the eye.
"Sit down," said Tony. Then he told them of his plan.
"It sounds good, kid," said Kelly, "as long as you're giving it to me straight… that the broad is willing."
"Absolutely."
"Let me get it right, now. All we got to do is pick her up. She comes willingly, but she gives a yell so the gardener thinks she's been snatched. Then you make the ransom arrangements, so we got no worries about getting nabbed when we make the pick-up."
"Yeah it sounds pretty good." Tony sighed.
"We'll do it," Kelly said.
Frank looked glum, his sadistic pleasure curtailed.
Ike, whose pleasures were of a different nature, said, "Can we rape the broad?"
Tony paused. Then he shrugged. What the hell, there was no point in deceiving them about that, for nymphomanical Charity would soon enough make her availability known.
"Yeah," he said. "She's counting on it."
"This sounds better and better," said King Kelly.
The four men left the park together. Dapper King Kelly had birdshit on his hat.
"Okay, she'll come walking down that path in about fifteen minutes," Tony said, as he pointed out the spot where they could snatch Charity in sight of the gardener-witness. "You wait here. I'll go on up to the house now, so that I'll be there when the ransom note is found and can offer to be the go-between."
Kelly nodded.
Tony got back in his own car and drove back down the road to approach the house from the other side of the grounds. As he drove up the broad driveway, he saw Charity leave by the front door and head for the garden.
At least, he thought it was Charity.
At five minutes to four, Chastity thought, well, my little plan worked like a dream. Father's still in Charity's room. He must be giving her hell!
In fact, he was giving her cock, but the effect was the same on Chastity's deception.
Chastity was wearing a cotton dress and walking boots. For the first time in her life, she wore no panties or bra. There was no point in complicating things, she figured.
She left the house and saw Tony's car approaching, but ignored it. Boy! Is he in for a surprise, she thought.
And I am in for some cock!
The big black sedan pulled up alongside the walking girl. She ignored it. The back door opened and a huge, apelike man got out. He took her arm.
"What on earth are you doing?" she said, frostily.
"Cut the shit, sister," he rasped. "These are private grounds, you base-born scoundrel! Get your filthy hands off me!"
Ike dragged her into the back of the car.
Chastity screamed loudly and the gardener raised his head in surprise. Kelly tossed the ransom note out of the window and the car moved off.
Up at the house, Tony rang the front doorbell.
The gardener came down to the path, looking bemused. Plants, he knew; flowers he knew. He could deal with earthworms and beetles and fertilizer… but he didn't know anything about kidnappings. He stood, rubbing his red neck and watching the big black car vanish down the road. Then he found the note.
Although she was eager to get fucked, Chastity was still Chastity. She struggled in the back of the car as violently as if she had not known what to expect. She had to put up a fight to preserve her own self-image, of course. Although she was drooling for the dicks of these vile creatures, she could never have let on that she wanted them. She had to play her role.
"Release me this instant!" she cried.
She slapped Ike across the face.
Frank giggled, thinking, That must have hurt.
"Shut up, bitch," Ike snarled.
She was between Ike and Frank in the back seat, twisting violently. For a slim young girl, she was strong and sinewy, having spent long hours on the tennis courts and in the swimming pool as a means of sublimating her frustrated lust. They were having a hard time holding her.
Chastity got excited now. She was almost forgetting that this was only play-acting as she struggled. Then she remembered what a girl was supposed to do if a rapist grabbed her. She was supposed to squeeze them by the balls.
Chastity smiled. She had never grabbed a man by the balls in her life. It was far too shameful a thing for a chaste young lady to do. But in this case, squeezing in combat rather than passion, it was perfectly acceptable.
Fully justified, Chastity reached down with both hands. She grabbed Frank's balls in one hand and got a firm grip on Ike's big sacs with the other.
"Oh, Jesus, lady… don't do that!" Frank howled.
Chastity squeezed.
But she squeezed very gently. She intended to hurt them, of course, but somehow all that strength she had displayed earlier had failed her. Her hands caressed them gently. Chastity felt their balls swell in her hands and, above those balls, dicks began to harden.
This was strange. Men were supposed to scream and faint when their balls were crushed, but her efforts seemed ineffective. Perhaps she had gotten it wrong. Maybe a girl was supposed to grab their cocks instead of their balls, when fighting furiously to defend her virtue.
Her hands moved up onto their pricks.
Frank's dick was slender and she couldn't get much of a grip on it through his trousers, but Ike had a whopper.
Chastity decided to concentrate on Ike.
With a prick like that, he was obviously the biggest threat to her virginity and she knew she had better put him out of the fight first.
She began playing with his dick with both hands, fingering the swollen knob and running her palm up and down the stout, iron-hard rod.
Ike groaned deeply. It sounded suspiciously like a moan of pleasure, but Chastity knew that was impossible. It simply had to be a whimper of agony.
Encouraged, she stroked his cock harder and faster.
But still the man did not faint.
What was she doing wrong? Maybe because his pants were made of a heavy material, it was cushioning her grip. That sounded logical. She decided that she would have to get hold of his bare, unprotected pecker in order to make him submit.
She opened his fly.
Chastity had never opened a man's fly before, but she knew instinctively how to go about it; she pulled the zipper down and dipped her hand in. She gasped as she touched his naked, writhing weapon – her first feel of prick!
She hauled out his dong.
Frank had started to stroke the insides of her thighs, his hands moving up. Chastity parted her legs. It was just as well to let him occupy himself with her pussy, she thought, so that he would not realize that she was wringing his companion into surrender. He rubbed her cunt. She tilted her ass up, so that he could get at it easily.
Frank grinned, realizing she wore no panties. He began to push his middle finger in and out of her wet hole.
"She's a raver, boss," he grunted.
Kelly glanced in the rear-view mirror.
"I'm fighting!" Chastity explained.
She was staring down at Ike's massive dork. It sprouted out of his open fly like a tree, she thought. The man must have to hire a gardener to tend the roots and a tree surgeon whenever he got a dose of clap.
She folded one small fist around the thick stalk. Her fingers could barely span it. She began to pump slowly up and down, while she fingered his cockhead with her other hand. She tightened her grip, frigging him steadily. But it had no effect on him. Chastity understood why her attack was failing… a cock that huge would be invulnerable to a normal girl's feeble strength.
Her hands simply were too weak to squeeze him into submission. Whatever could she do?
She smiled fiendishly.
She would bite him!
The girl lowered her face to his smoking peckerhead. She paused, only an inch above his knob, savoring the expectation of her first taste of cockmeat.
Ike sighed happily.
She figured that he had realized she intended to bite him and was sighing with resignation. Then she slipped his giant cockhead into her mouth.
Chastity forgot to bite.
The moment her mouth was filled with that delicious slab of meat, she started sucking with gusto, just as if she'd been sucking dicks all her life. Her cheeks drew in and her tongue flashed back and forth against the underside of his fat dickhead. She was fairly inhaling it.
Frank had started using three fingers on her gash now, pushing them up that slippery hole to the knuckles. Her hips darted about and her belly danced. Her loins thrust forward and then drew back as she worked her pussy around on his hand. She was amazed at how nice it felt to have someone else's fingers up her cunt. It had never felt nearly as good when she fingerfucked herself.
But at the moment, as much as she was enjoying having her cunt frigged, she was more interested in the huge cock that was throbbing in her mouth.
She adored it!
She loved the taste and the texture and the way the big slab flared as she pulled on it with her lips and pulsated when her nimble tongue slurped over it.
Her head bobbed up and down, she took as much of the massive rod into her mouth as she possibly could, gagging as the hot tip filled her throat.
Ike rested a broad hand on the back of her head, pushing down as he fucked up into her face.
Her lips were stretched widely around his bulk as she rose up, they turned nearly inside out. She went down again, filling her gullet with meat. Suddenly a trickle of jism ran out onto her tongue. Her eyes snapped wide open in shock. She let that sluggish drop run over her tastebuds, then slide down her throat. The instant she tasted that preliminary hint of the feast to come, the cock-starved girl went wild. Her head began to fly up and down like a cylinder on his piston-dong, slurping and sucking through every blessed inch. Her tongue folded into a pathway over which his peckerhead rose en route to her throat.
"Lady, you're gonna get a drink…" Ike rasped.
"Oh, no!" she wailed, just like Brier Rabbit pleading against the briar patch. "Oh, don't come in my mouth."
Then she pushed her mouth back down his cock.
"Unghhh…" she gasped, as her gullet filled.
Ike howled like a demented wolf. His hips slammed upwards, driving his dick into her mouth.
Suddenly her mouth was full of cum.
Chastity gulped down the savory juice as fast as she could, making room for more, as he blew a second great creamy wad into her throat.
Ike sank back on the seat.
Chastity followed him down, sucking furiously as she milked his cock and balls to the very dregs. His dick began to diminish in her mouth.
But as it grew smaller, the greedy girl, awakened to the joy of sucking cock, merely stuffed more of the softening root into her mouth. Maybe if she continued to suck, it would get big and hard again… Maybe she could drink another load of jism from the same fantastic prick.
Dimly, she became aware that the other fellow had hauled out his dong and, kneeling on the floor, was trying to push it into her crotch. The knob bumped against her thigh. She opened her legs wider and pushed her ass to the edge of the seat.
Frank fitted his cockhead to her twat and pushed. Her cunt lips parted; his dick vanished up that virginal hole.
He began to fuck her with jerky strokes.
Chastity smiled around her mouthful of cockmeat. She felt very clever.
She had perfected the ideal way to prevent rape. If she sucked them dry and opened her legs to them all, they would surely have, no energy left, afterwards, with which to force their way upon her!