“What about the boy?”
“Do whatever is required but don’t kill him. He might be necessary during the next training period. After that, we’ll see.” Doctor Bruno clicked off.
Willy shook his head and laughed out loud. “The doc is a man of his fucking word! We get to keep the hot little bitch for a week!” He remembered the last woman they had. It was before they’d even heard of doc. That was eight years ago. He tried to recall her name:” Barbara…Brenda? He wasn’t sure. They knew her as Fat. Fat she was. Fat and toothless, a goddamn slob. You could put a fist in her pussy and not touch the sides. But she passed on…yeah, passed on eight years ago. After Fat they made a plan. Next time they would get something prime, something young and juicy. Something hot. They’d get them a college girl. They messed up on one and she got away. There was the blonde, but the accident happened before they had any fun with her. Then one night about a month ago C put them in touch with Doctor Bruno. He had a job for them. How lucky could they be!
Now, the college girl bride was on her way to the Rolly Bollys and the Trinity River, heading into the wilderness moving closer every minute toward Sam. Yeah, that sweet young ass was theirs and her husband was icing on the cake, what Doctor Bruno would call their leverage.
With a half hour of daylight left, Willy Snead swung off a dirt road twenty miles northeast of the trailhead where Heather and Tommy had left the Corolla. He drove another three miles over an abandoned logging trail and finally pulled into a collapsing storage shed. Before bedding down in the back of the truck, he transferred the contents of the boxes to an empty backpack. It was full but not heavy. If he left at dawn, he should be at the cabin by noon. He fell asleep thinking about the girl’s fine ass and her strong young legs and how he was sure her titties were bare under that tee.
As Willy was falling asleep, Heather inside the tent, consoled her husband, “Don’t worry, honey.” She hugged him. “You’re tired and...and...this is new to both of us.”
In the sleeping bag he turned away from her disgusted with himself. She pressed her body against him, “We’ll try again tomorrow. Maybe there are things I can do to help. It doesn’t matter. Really it doesn’t.”
Tommy turned back to look at her, “I-I’m so ashamed Heather.” You’re beautiful and…and I know that you get excited quickly...but...but.”
“It’s OK, Tommy. We’ll work on it.” She could feel the hot wetness between her legs. She wanted to slip her hand down there, but with Tommy so close it wasn’t possible nor did she feel it would be right. She hid her disappointment. It seemed she’d wanted to lose her virginity for the past few years. She’d even thought of buying one of those dildos. When Tommy had undressed she was disappointed in the size of his penis. It was much smaller than she expected. Then when it remained soft even when she touched it, she thought she might burst into tears. But he looked so hurt; she managed to put her own feelings aside.
“ When he was asleep she imagined being taken by a huge black man and, masturbating, orgasmed quickly.
Chapter Two
Late on the third afternoon they arrived at the South Fork of the Trinity where they set up their tent before bathing in the cold water. After a hot meal, they settled down on a log beside the fire to wait for the coffee to boil. They sat for a long time recalling to each other their four years at the university and planning a future together. They would get jobs in San Francisco and perhaps live in San Rafael. After a year or two they’d start a family. Life would be good. The only problem was that Tommy hadn’t been able to get an erection. On the second night she even kissed and licked his cock. It rose a little but quickly subsided. Heather continued to get herself off after he went to sleep. Although they didn’t discuss it, both of them realized this was not a temporary problem. Whether it was medical or psychological they agreed to seek professional help when they returned to San Francisco.
When the coffee was gone and the fire had subsided to a few flickering flames among the embers, Heather turned to her husband, “You are all I have in the world,” she whispered, “and that is more than I could ever wish for.”
“Yes,” he said, touching her cheek, “marrying you was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me.” He kissed her lightly. “In spite of that...uh...problem, we are each other’s best friend and each other’s only real family.”
“Except for generous Uncle Alex whoever and wherever he is,” she laughed.
They crawled into the tent and snuggled together in the same sleeping bag.
They slept until nine. “It’s going to be a hot day,” Tommy said.
Heather was rummaging through her backpack. “I think I’ll wear this little white skirt,” she said. “My jeans are too hot.” She pulled on bikini panties and then the skirt.
“No bra,” she smiled and winked at Tommy. He laughed. She slipped her bare feet into a pair of tennis shoes and, while Tommy dressed, put on her make up.
When they went outside to greet the morning, Willy and Sam were sitting on the log facing the tent. Behind them tied to an oak beside the narrow trail were two donkeys. In his mid-fifties, Willy was bald except for a gray fringe which circled the back of his head. He was short, no taller than Heather, about 5’1”. He looked much older than his age, emaciated, wasted, a concave chest, skinny arms and legs. Both his upper and lower front teeth were missing. He wore torn khaki pants and a gray sweatshirt, neither of which had been washed in weeks. His hands were calloused, his fingernails long and crusted with dirt. On his feet were black socks and old worn boots. Across his knees lay an automatic rifle.
Sam was perhaps a year or two younger, taller and heavier. From the corner of his right eye to the corner of his mouth stretched a wide crescent shaped scar, purple and rough. It appeared to be a deep cut that had never healed properly. His face looked misshapen, pulled down on the side with the scar. He wore old army fatigues and combat boots. His feet and hands were huge. Resting against the log at his side was another automatic rifle.
When the young couple emerged from their tent, Sam picked up his rifle and leveled it at them, not holding it to his shoulder, but pointing it from his lap, his index finger on the trigger.
“Surprise!” Willy grinned.
Tommy pushed Heather behind him and took a step toward the two men. “I don’t know what you want…” he began. Sam’s finger moved and a burst of bullets tore through the tent. Heather screamed.
Willy held up a hand, “Sam,” he said evenly, “doesn’t say much. He was in the last war. He’s not exactly right in the head. He gets mad easy and when he’s mad he’d just as soon kill you as not.”
Tommy, still keeping Heather behind him, nodded, “O.K.” he said, “Please, we aren’t looking for any trouble. Whatever you want, just take it. Please take what you want and we’ll be on our way.”
“You got wallets?” Willy asked
“Yes,” Tommy reached into his pocket.
“Toss it here. She got a wallet?”
Heather nodded, “In my purse. In the tent.”
“Get it. Bring the purse.”
In a moment, Heather was back. Willy held out his hand, “That’s a good girl. Now, bring it over here to old Willy.” Hesitantly she approached him holding out the purse. Willy poked Sam, “See, I told you she don’t wear nothin’ under that tee shirt. Look how them little titties bounce.” Tommy took a step forward. Sam moved the rifle slightly. Tommy stopped. Willy emptied both wallets stuffing the bills in his pocket.
“You got what you wanted,” Tommy said, “so is it OK if we go now?”
“Who said we got what we want?”
“The money,” Heather said backing away, “isn’t that it?”
“Shit!” Willy threw the purse and wallets down, “We can always get money. There’s a lot more important things than money, right Sam?”
“Yeah, like fuckin’,” Sam said.
Tommy stepped up again, “That’s not going to happen. It’s just not going to happen.” He took Heat
her’s arm and started to move away. Suddenly, Sam was in front of him and swinging the butt of the rifle, caught Tommy squarely in the mouth. Heather screamed as her husband fell backwards spitting blood and teeth. He lay on the ground moaning, the blood squirting from his smashed lips. Heather sunk to her knees beside him.
“Let him alone,” Willy ordered. Sam took a step toward her. She backed away. Willy pointed his rifle at her husband. “Now, Miss, you do exactly what we say or we’ll kill him. You understand?” She nodded, her eyes wide trying to hold back the tears. Willy watched her closely. “You know we ain’t talkin’ bullshit. We’ll kill him and it won’t mean a fuckin’ thing to us.”
“Yes, I believe you.”
“Good. Get all your stuff together: backpacks, food, flashlights, clothes, shoes, everything, all of it and pile it up here on top of your purse. Sam’s gonna take down your tent.” He jerked a finger at her husband. “His name Tommy?”
“Yes,” Heather said. “Can’t I please help him?”
Sam had gone back to the donkeys and returned with a shovel.
Willy ignored her turning his attention to Tommy, “Can you hear me, Tommy boy?” Tom grunted. “Get up. You got work to do. Unless you get to it right away, Sam’s gonna cut off your dick and shove it up your ass.”
Tom pushed himself up. When she saw his face, Heather cried out. Bits of his teeth were embedded in the bloody pulp that had been his lips. Blood seeped from his mouth and nose that was broken. The front of his shirt was soaked with it. He staggered to his feet. Willy handed him the shovel. Sam kept his gun pointed at the boy. “Dig,” Willy said. “I want a nice deep hole.”
Tom began to dig. His legs were trembling. He stopped occasionally to spit out blood and bits of broken teeth. Heather stood by the tent crying. Tears streamed down her face. She held her small balled up fist to her mouth. Willy motioned to her, “Come over here,” he said. She shook her head. Sam’s rifle exploded. Small stones and dust shot up just inches from Tom’s foot. Heather screamed. Willy nudged Sam, “The little bitch sure does yell a lot.” He motioned to Heather, “You shake your head at me again and that piece of shit with the shovel gonna be hoppin’ on one leg.”
Brushing away the tears with the back of her hand, Heather hesitantly crossed to them but stopped just out of reach. Willy shook his head, “You wearin’ panties?” The color rose to Heather’s cheeks. She nodded. “Take ‘em off,” Willy said.
Heather noticed Sam move the rifle so that it pointed at Tom’s feet. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. “Now, you’re learnin’,” Willy said. “Give ‘em to Sam.” Still keeping her distance, she reached out her bikini panties to him. Laughing, Sam lifted them up then pressed the crotch to his nose.
“Ahhh, ain’t nothin’ smells as good as young pussy!” He handed the panties to Willy.
Grinning, Willy sniffed them, “You got that right. Only thing better than the smell is the taste of young pussy juice.” He crooked a finger at Heather. “Get over here, bitch.” She glanced at the gun which was still pointed at Tom. Willy parted his legs and pointed between them. Fearfully, Heather stepped closer till she stood before him, her head bowed. “Now, hike up your skirt and sit your bare ass here,” he pointed to his thigh.
Not raising her head she said, “Please, oh, please, don’t…”“ All Sam had to do was raise the rifle slightly. Quickly she lifted her skirt and sat.
“Now, put your arm around my neck,” Willy said. She looked at Sam who grinned at her and nodded. She put her arm around Willy’s scrawny neck. Willy tapped her knee.
“Spread,” he said. “We want to see your cunt.”
Tommy gripped the shovel tighter and started toward them. Sam’s finger pressed the trigger. The bullet hit the shovel blade knocking it out of Tommy’s hands. “The next one’s gonna blow your fuckin’ balls off!” Sam shouted. “Pick up the fuckin’ shovel and dig.” Willy’s claw-like hand rested on Heather’s knee. He squeezed it. Tears coursing down her cheeks, she pulled back her skirt and parted her legs.
“Goddamn!” Sam exclaimed, “this just gets better and better. Her cunt’s shaved bald as a baby’s ass!”
Willy laughed and winked at Sam, “You first,” he said. Grinning, Sam reached across to rub his index finger along Heather’s crease. He did this several times feeling her moisten before sliding it into her. She cried out. Again Tommy” took a step toward them but seeing that Sam still had the gun pointed at him, went back to digging, keeping his head down to avoid looking at them. As Sam’s finger slid in and out of Heather, Willy began to fondle her breasts. Her nipples stiffened. “I think the little bitch is gettin’ hot,” he said.
“Yeah, her cunt’s juicin’ up real good,” Sam chuckled.
“You like what Sam’s doin’?” Willy asked. “You like Sam fingerin’ your pussy?”
Heather shook her head violently, “No, no, please…please stop,” she pleaded.
Willy took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and twisted it causing her to cry out. Still pinching her nipple, he leaned close to her ear, “Say you like it, bitch. And speak up so’s we can all hear.” He dug his fingernails into her distended nipple.
Heather gasped and fought to catch her breath, “I like it,” she said, “I like what he’s doing.” A hot wave seemed to travel from her breasts to her crotch. Although she struggled against it, she felt herself becoming more and more aroused. Saying the words made it worse, made it more intense. She could feel an orgasm building.
Both Willy and Sam were aware of what was happening. Willy leaned close to her again, “Ask me to lift up your tee so I can play with your bare titties,” he said.
She didn’t respond right away. Willy’s hand moved to her other breast. Sam rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion. Willy pinched her nipple, but gently this time.
She felt her breath coming faster. Tommy had stopped digging and was staring at them.
She didn’t seem to notice him. “Say it,” Willy repeated.
She looked at Sam and back at Willy, “Pull it up,” she said, “pull up my tee.”
“Then what?” Willy winked across at Sam.
“Touch them. Play with my bare…my bare breasts.”
“Let me see ‘em,” Willy said.
With her free hand, she pushed the tee up and over her breasts and bowed her head. She watched fascinated as Sam slid his thick middle finger into her. When he withdrew it, he held it up. “Look at that!” he shouted, “Drippin’ with pussy juice.” Willy was fondling her bare breasts and squeezing her nipples. Sam moved his big hand slightly under her and began teasing her anal opening with his wet middle finger. The size of his hand enabled him to probe her opening while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She felt herself beginning to dissolve into feelings she’d never experienced. It was as if there were just the fingers of these strange, grotesque men touching her nipples and pussy and anus. She whimpered as Sam pushed his middle finger into her anal opening. Willy grinned. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?’
She could barely speak. She started to shake her head. Sam lifted his thumb from her clitoris. “Yes,” she gasped. He began to masturbate her again and move his finger inside her anus. With one hand Willy toyed with her nipples. With his other, he turned her to face him and pulled her head down toward him. Groaning, she pressed her parted lips against his and slid her tongue into his mouth. Sam thrust his thumb into her pussy and buried his finger in her ass as far as it would go. She bucked and humped and cried out over and over. Her orgasm was immediate and violent and lasted a long time. Still trembling and weak she draped both arms around Willy’s neck and leaned her head against his shoulder sobbing uncontrollably.
After a few moments, Willy grabbed her hair and forced her to face Tommy who had dropped the shovel and stood watching horrified. “Tell him to fuckin’ dig,” Willy said.
Through her tears, Tommy was a wavering blur. “I…I can’t,” she rasped.
Willy pushed her from his
lap. She sprawled on the ground at their feet and quickly pulled her tee down to cover her breasts and tugged at the hem of her skirt before burying her head in her arms. Her sobbing was interrupted by violent shudders that coursed through her body. Willy and Sam ignored her. “I think we got us a hot one,” Sam said.
“Yeah, that’s for fuckin’ sure,” Willy replied, clutching the bulge in his pants. “We give her what she needed. Tonight she gonna repay the favor.”
Sam smiled, “Not just tonight.”
Willy nodded, “We got her for a whole fuckin’ week before she goes to L.”
Sam pointed the gun at Tommy. “Dig faster you piece of shit,” he yelled. He turned to Willy. “What was it the doc said, ‘You boys do part one of the trainin’, the basic stuff. L knows how to teach her what she got to know’.” He scratched his balls. “Yeah, the little bitch gonna be a lot changed by the time L delivers her to the doc.” Sam stood and stretched. “Old doc’s been waitin’ a long time for this one.”
“Twenty fuckin’ years or thereabouts,” Willy said.
Vaguely, Heather realized they were discussing her but their words seemed slurred and distant. The memory of Sam’s fingers in her openings and Willy’s hands on her breasts and the foul smell of him and the rancid taste of his mouth caused her stomach to turn, but at the same time she felt this new strange wave of heat wash over her body and recalled, with fear and shame, the explosive intensity of her orgasm.
The hole was now big enough to hold their belongings and the tent. Tommy had stopped bleeding except for some blood that still trickled from his broken nose. Willy kicked Heather’s foot, “Did you put the cell phones in that pile?”
Without looking at him she nodded, “Yes, in my purse, they’re both in my purse.”
“Wallets? Drivers’ licenses? I.D.?”
“All in my purse,” she said.
Sam had gone to the saddle bags on one of the donkeys and taken out a plastic gallon container filled with gasoline. After Tommy had thrown everything they owned into the hole, Sam emptied gasoline over it and threw in a match. Tommy quickly stepped back. Heather crawled away from the sudden burst of flame. After ten minutes the flames had diminished. Nothing was left of their belongings but a pile of ashes. Willy handed Tommy the shovel. “Cover it up,” he said. “We got a long way to go.”“
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