by Crow Gray
Axl heard a loud crash, and saw three nude women run from the closest shack. “Zoe! Stop!” he yelled, and Zoe and the other women stopped and looked at him, unsure what to do. “It's me, Axl! Wait right there!”
“Axl?” Zoe whispered. She knew the name from somewhere, but couldn't place it at the moment. Either way, she saw the man standing over Amos with a gun and a knife and her heart soared. They were safe.
“You don't know where they are, huh, you piece of shit?” Axl said. He had so far avoided looking down into the pit, but he stole a glance. What he saw sickened him. The body parts were hard to identify, but he had a bad feeling the two young men were down there in pieces.
“Now hold on, maybe we can work something out,” Amos said, barely able to talk as he held his crotch. “That's some fine pussy over there, I can share it with you.”
Even Amos knew that sounded stupid, but he was grasping at straws. Axl had seen enough. This thing before him wasn't a man, it was a goddamn monster, and it was time he ended it.
He pulled Amos to his feet and slammed the Bowie Knife deep in his guts, staring right into his eyes as he twisted the blade. Amos gurgled and blood coated his lips as Axl pulled the knife upwards, gutting him. Axl pushed Amos into the pit, his guts trailing after him. The gators enjoyed yet another feast, tearing into Amos as he landed.
Axl wasted no more time on the dead bastard, instead made his way down to the girls. They really didn't appear to be the worse for wear. They were all naked, and Axl took a minute to inspect them, assuring himself it was just for their own wellbeing.
“Are you all okay?” he asked.
“They—made us do things,” Jenna said, before grabbing Axl and sobbing into his chest. Natasha joined her, and Axl cradled them both as he looked at Zoe. She just smiled at him.
“I remember you. You’re Axl Dane. I almost didn't recognize you through the make-up. I used to have the biggest crush on you,” Zoe said, and then collapsed on the ground in relief.
When Axl faded into the woods, Rosita pulled out her phone and started to test it as she and Winter sat in the skiff.
“That won't work out here, sugah,” Winter said.
“Yeah, I know, I'm just nervous,” Rosita said.
Winter rubbed her shoulders, and Rosita got the right kind of chills. “He'll be okay. I knew as soon as I saw him that he was a kick ass kind of guy.”
“He's real badass, but I still worry,” Rosita said.
“So what's the story with you two? You married or?” Winter asked, wondering if she was overstepping her bounds.
“No. The story with us is too long to get into,” Rosita said. She really wasn't sure how to explain her and Axl, and this wasn't the time to try to figure it out.
“I wouldn't mind getting to knowing you two better. Both of you,” Winter said, her eyes lingering over Rosita's body.
Rosita coughed. “This waiting is driving me nuts!” she said, changing the subject.
“I have a feeling we won’t have to wait much longer,” Winter said.
The women waited in silence, watching the fish jump and the swamp birds fly. Then they heard gunshots in the distance, and Rosita stood.
“Sounds like the fireworks are startin',” Winter said, trying not to let the worry leak into her voice. Axl was lethal, she'd known that just by the way he moved. But the Declans were mean as hell, and they did outnumber him.
“Shit, I should have went with him,” Rosita said.
“Just sit back down and wait sugah, he'll be back shortly.”
Rosita couldn’t relax, pacing in the small boat.
“Be careful now, don't tip us,” Winter warned.
Rosita was about to sit back down when they heard something in the bushes.
“What's that?” Rosita asked, just as Judd ran out of the bushes near them.
Judd was just as startled as the girls were, and he pulled his shotgun on them just as Rosita drew the .45 and Winter went for the sawed-off shotgun.
“Holy shit, Winter! Thank God!” he said, but still kept the gun aimed in her direction.
“Judd, what are you running from you piece of shit?” Winter said.
Rosita wanted to ask about Axl but didn't want to tip this man, who obviously was a Declan, off.
“Some crazy fucker just ran into our yard and started shooting it up! I think—Winter, I think the rest of 'em are dead...” Judd said, frowning, his voice solemn as if Winter would miss them for some reason.
“Yeah, if we're lucky,” Winter said.
“Wha—what did you say?” Judd said, his demeanor changing.
“I said if we're lucky, they're dead,” Winter said.
“Why you--” Judd started.
“Did you hurt those kids?” Rosita asked, and the color drained from Judd's face.
“You bitch, I'll--” Judd said bringing the shotgun up.
Rosita opened fire first, the heavy .45 slugs tearing into his torso and spinning him around. Then Winter's shotgun boomed, practically cutting Judd in half.
“What a dumb bastard, we both had the drop on him,” Rosita said as they watched Judd's body twitch.
“The Declans are evil, and some might even call 'em sly, but nobody calls 'em smart,” Winter said.
Chapter Seven
The three of them gathered around Winter's kitchen table later, putting the pieces together and winding down from the stressful day. Winter had poured them each a mason jar of authentic white lightning, distilled by Montgomery himself.
Rosita took a sip and choked. “Holy shit, that's strong!”
Winter laughed. “Just sip it easy, sugah. It burns a little going down but by the time it reaches your gut, you won't care anyway.” She took a sip herself and licked her lips.
Axl grinned and took a sip himself. He managed not to embarrass himself, but this stuff tasted like possum piss to him.
“So run it down for us again?” Rosita said, wiping tears from her eyes brought on by the liquor.
“You know what I did to the Declans, I don't want to go over that again. The girls were all naked, but physically, they seemed to be in good shape. I’m sure that internally that was not the case.” Axl said.
The three were quiet, thinking of the hell the poor girls must have suffered. Axl didn't press the girls too hard, but he was able to get the words “breeding session” out of them which seemed to say it all.
“And they fed the boys to the fuckin' gators? Goddamn animals. I'm glad you killed them,” Rosita said with disgust.
“Yeah, and the girls had to watch. That's the kind of thing they'll never forget either,” Axl said. “We did a quick search to get the girls some clothes. I planned on them wearing some of the men's stuff out, but we found women's clothes too. A lot of women's clothes. I think those damn gators had been eating victims for years.”
Winter pounded her fist on the table. “Dammit, I should have acted before now. I suspected them but never did anything about it. The cops here are shit, and--”
“Stop it. No need to second guess your choices,” Axl interjected. “It's over now.”
“Yeah, and we know the rest. You came and got me, and we drove the girls to the hospital in the Bonneville,” Rosita said.
“Yeah, and the hospital checked the girls out right away. They were all fine, and none of them are pregnant, but it's really too early to tell. They were able to collect some semen samples, and they all looked sterile. Those inbred fuckers were probably shooting blanks all this time,” Axl said.
“Yeah, otherwise there'd have been little Declans all over the place I bet,” Winter said.
“I bet they tried to breed women before, and when it wouldn't take they fed them to the gators. They blamed the women for being barren, I’m sure,” Rosita said.
“Yeah, a bunch of fucking winners they were,” Axl said. He was remembering all the vehicles he'd seen. He had a feeling the Declans had been doing this for longer than they realized, maybe a hundred years.
“You
know, I need to talk to those girls and explain something to them,” Winter said.
“What is it?” Axl asked.
“The Declans were famous for using Jimbo Root. It's an aphrodisiac. If they slipped those girls some of that, they'd have been fucking like bunnies and loving it all. It wouldn't matter how depraved it got, they'd have been begging for more,” Winter said.
“Shit. And if the girls don't know that--” Axl said.
“Then they'd think they had just been turned into the biggest sluts in the world. That could really mess with their minds,” Winter said.
“It just keeps getting worse,” Rosita said.
“Yeah, well, I got the girls to drive themselves the last mile to the hospital alone. They won't mention my name, just say somebody came in shooting and let them go. I'm out of it, they'll say they never saw who it was,” Axl explained.
“What about your bullets and all that? Couldn't you have left some evidence?” Winter said, playing devil's advocate.
“My ammo is all specially ordered, and supposedly untraceable. That was in your gun too, Rosita. And that shotgun won't be traced. I'm more concerned about them finding us here. I know you hid my Bronco, Winter, but if the cops show up and want to search this place--,” Axl said.
“Well the cops here aren't worth a shit, anyway. Plus, even though they are crooked, they have no love for the Declans. They are slow as molasses and won't come in here without a search warrant. Just don't worry about it. Even if they call the FBI in, you two will be long gone before then,” Winter said.
“Axl, What did Wilson say?” Rosita asked, changing the subject which was making her uncomfortable anyway. Axl had to drive ten miles just to get a signal to call Wilson.
“He about shit himself with happiness. He can't wait to see Zoe. I told him they'd be back in a few days,” Axl said.
“Shit, I hate this feeling,” Rosita said.
“What feeling? Something wrong?” Axl asked.
“Talk to us, sugah,” Winter said, standing up to massage Rosita's shoulders.
“I just feel exhausted and excited, and sick all at the same time. I can't believe how easily I shot that guy,” Rosita said, leaning back into Winter's touch.
“You did the right thing,” Axl said. He remembered finding Judd's body. “I know what you mean. I feel the same way. It's just natural for a human to have mixed feelings after killing someone.”
“Don't you worry now, Winter's gonna take care of you both,” Winter said, smiling at Axl from over Rosita's head. Axl knew that look, and he was certain she had a special kind of “taking care” in mind.
Winter leaned down to whisper into Rosita's ear. “You feel tense, let me loosen you up.”
Rosita moaned and closed her eyes. Axl was watching the events unfold with interest. Winter winked at Axl, and then kissed Rosita on the back of her neck. Rosita didn't protest, so Winter kissed her shoulder. Rosita turned to Winter, and the two of them kissed, their lips meeting softly, as Axl caught a glimpse of their tongues coming together. The two kissed each other deeply, their hands exploring their still clothed bodies.
Axl shifted in his chair as he watched them. The two women watched Axl as they kissed, their intent obvious. Winter stood and took Rosita's hand, leading her to the bedroom. She nodded her head towards the bedroom as she winked at Axl. He got up and followed.
The two women slowly undressed one another as Axl watched. Once naked, the two women climbed onto the bed and into each other’s arms. They rubbed their bodies together, just wanting the touch of another female. Their hard nipples brushed, sending shivers through them both.
Axl undressed as he watched. Winter had one chair in her bedroom, and Axl pulled it up to the end of the bed. He propped one foot on the bed and slowly stroked his cock as he enjoyed the show. He wanted to just watch for a while.
The two women watched Axl as he watched them. Winter admired Axl's well defined abs and muscular arms and he admired every part of them. Winter pushed Rosita over and slowly kissed down her flat stomach. Winter lifted her perfectly sculpted ass towards Axl, her pussy lips peeking from between her legs as she went down on Rosita.
Rosita ran her fingers through Winter's hair and closed her eyes. Feeling how turned on she was, and she felt Winter's tongue teasing her. Winter had obviously done this before, as she knew just how hard and fast to lick Rosita's clit to bring her to the brink. Axl watched as Rosita clutched the sheets in her hands, ecstasy on her face, as she bit her lower lip and moaned loudly.
Axl reached forward and squeezed Winter's ass, unable to keep his hands to himself any longer. She groaned into Rosita's pussy as Axl slapped her ass, loving the feel of its firmness under his palm. It was obvious Winter worked hard in the swamp, and it was reflected in the hardness of her body.
Axl heard her moan, and spanked her again, really slapping her ass now. She arched her back and whimpered, presenting her backside for more smacks, watching her reaction. Axl watched his hand prints paint her ass as he continued to slap her cheeks, his cock growing harder with each strike.
“Yeah, spank her ass, she's a naughty little slut,” Rosita said. She was rewarded for her words by Winter's tongue working her clit with more viciousness.
He spanked her ass a few more times until Winter was humping the bed. Her pussy was so hot from the spanking and she needed some type of relief. Axl pulled her back up by the waist and buried his face into her pussy from behind, finally tasting her.
Winter's pussy wasn't totally bald the way Rosita's was, but it was very well trimmed. He licked all over her pussy, tongue fucking her from behind as his stubble rubbed against her cheeks and thighs.
“Oh fuck! Your man really knows how to eat pussy,” Winter said, her Cajun accent getting thicker as she got very aroused.
“Yeah, and you are pretty good at it yourself,” Rosita purred, stroking Winter's hair.
Whereas Winter licked soft and slow, Axl was more aggressive, eating Winter out from behind like a starving man who'd finally found the food he craved. He tongue fucked Winter, shoving his tongue into her tight tunnel and then moving his entire head from side to side to shift his tongue around while it was entrenched inside of Winter.
Axl stopped licking, reaching into his jeans and pulling a condom from his wallet. He slid it onto his rigid pole and climbed onto his knees behind Winter, sliding two fingers inside of her as he checked how wet she was. Winter kissed Rosita's thighs, her mind so overloaded with pleasure she couldn't concentrate enough to lick as she felt Axl's fingers probing her. Axl found her pussy ready; removing his fingers and aiming his hardness at her opening.
“Oh God, Axl, yes! Fuck her!” Rosita said, her speech slurred with lust. Axl had wondered if Rosita would show any jealousy, but so far she was only showing the opposite.
“You want me to fuck her, Rosita? You want me to mount her and fuck her like the little slut she is?” Axl said.
“Yes, fuck the little bitch,” Rosita said.
Winter whined as she heard them talking about her as if she wasn't even there. The objectification only turned her on. She groaned loudly as she felt Axl's thick cock sliding into her from behind, filling her pussy up just right. He stretched her just to the point of being uncomfortable, but not beyond. The feeling was exquisite.
“Damn, she's tight,” Axl said as he grabbed her hips and started to fuck her, slow and deep.
Rosita and Axl locked eyes as Winter regained enough composure to start licking again. Axl gritted his teeth as Winter's tight hole milked him, Rosita whimpering as her clit was sucked. Axl and Rosita were locked together in lust, Winter acting as a circuit between the two to transfer the electrical sexual energy between them. Rosita could practically feel each thrust of Axl's cock through Winter's tongue.
Rosita finally pushed Winter away from her pussy, not an easy feat considering how good Winter was at cunnilingus. “I want you to fuck me now, Axl. She's had enough, fuck me now!”
“I'll fuck you when I'm good a
nd ready,” Axl growled, his dominant side asserting itself. He stared at Rosita as he started to pound Winter. “You just watch, Rosita. You lay right there and watch.”
“Yes, just watch,” Winter said, her head down as Axl fucked her. Winter screamed as she orgasmed, her pussy clenching around Axl's dick.
Rosita whimpered and started to rub her pussy, coming within seconds at the sight of Winter climaxing as Axl fucked her from behind. It was too much for her to handle. Rosita kept rubbing her pussy and watching, accepting her punishment for getting too sassy. She realized she loved watching Axl fuck her with his fucking cock, her jealousy drowned by pure animal lust.
“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Axl asked Rosita as he swiveled his hips, moving his cock around inside of Winter and causing her to whimper.
“Yes, Axl, I'll be a good girl, I promise,” Rosita pleaded, rubbing her clit harder and grinding her hips. “Please, fuck me, Axl! I'll be good!”
Axl slid from Winter and grabbed Rosita's ankles, sliding her further down the bed as he pulled her legs up and climbed between her legs. He slid inside of her, knowing she was wet and ready. Rosita sighed contentedly as Axl filled her, the familiar contours of his cock deep inside of her.
Axl reached over and grabbed Winter's hair, pulling her roughly to him and kissed her deeply. He slid his tongue over her lips and into her mouth, tasting Rosita's juices on Winter’s lips. Rosita raked her claws over Axl's ass, wondering if he was kissing Winter to punish her. It wasn't working, as she was only growing more turned on watching the two of them.
“Sit on her face,” Axl told Winter, pulling her over to Rosita by the hair and not giving her much choice.
“Oh fuck yes, sit on my face and let me eat your pussy,” Rosita said as Winter straddled her. Rosita needed no prompting, starting to lick as Winter's pussy reached her tongue. Winter was facing Axl, so he was able to suck her tits as he fucked Rosita. He had Rosita's ankles in his hands, keeping her legs up and spread as he pounded her.
