Chapter 6

Cathy grabbed her bag and carefully opened the motel room door. She looked about cautiously, before stepping outside. Bobby followed, pulling Mandy along behind him.

"Wait, Mom!", he said as they stepped outside. "I've gotta get something from the car, okay?"

"Shit, Bobby, hurry up!", snapped his mother. "Somebody's bound to have reported it already!"

"Don't worry, I won't be long!"

Bobby raced off towards the car, with Cathy and Mandy both watching him nervously. He opened the passenger side door and took something out of the glove compartment, returning moments later with a big smile on his face.

"What the hell are you so damn happy about?" asked his mother.

"Oh, nothing!", replied Bobby, patting his back pocket. "Just a little insurance, Mom, that's all."

The van that Cathy had spotted was still parked in front of the motel, but as they approached, it became obvious that it was no longer unoccupied.

The side door was open and a couple of kids were sitting in the back. One was a dark haired girl, about fourteen years old, the other a red-haired boy, about the same age as Bobby.

"What are we gonna do now, Mom?", said Bobby under his breath. Mandy clung to the boy's side like leech.

"I don't know, son. Let me think!"

Cathy looked around anxiously for another likely source of transport, but wherever she looked, there were no other cars close by. Then, about two blocks away, she suddenly spotted a police car heading in their direction.

"Jesus! It's the fuckin' cops!"

For several seconds Bobby watched the patrol car cruise towards them, his heart pumping blood to his throbbing temples. Then, with a burst of speed borne out of pure desperation, he made a split- second decision. Putting one arm around Mandy, he grabbed his mother by the arm and dragged them both towards the open door of the van.

"Hey! What the... " gasped the boy in the van as the trio scrambled inside. He didn't finish his sentence, because as soon as the door of the van slid shut behind them, Bobby produced the.38 he'd stuffed into his back pocket and shoved the muzzle of the pistol into the kid's face.

"Shut the fuck up!", he growled, pressing the barrel against the side of the boy's head. "What's your name?"

"Kevin", gasped the boy, staring hatefully at the three intruders.

"Okay, Kevin! Just keep calm and nobody'll get hurt, alright?"

The young girl opened her mouth as if to scream, but Bobby put his hand over her mouth and pointed the gun at her.

"That goes for you too, Sweetcheeks!", snarled Bobby. "One word and I'll fuckin' blow both your brains out, okay?"

The girl nodded, her eyes wide with fright.

"What's your name, beautiful?", said Bobby removing his hand from the girl's mouth and placing it on her right tit. He fondled the firm, succulent boob gently through her thin blouse.

"D... Debby", stammered the pretty young brunette.

"Well, Debby, if you and Kevin here want to survive this ride, you gotta promise to be very, very quiet, and do exactly as I say, okay?"

"Okay!", murmured Debby, flinching as the boy's fingers pinched her hard little nipple.

"Good!... Now, where's that cop car, Mom?", snapped Bobby, glancing suddenly at his mother. Cathy looked carefully out of the side window.

"It just pulled into the motel carpark... a cop is getting out... ", she continued. "He's looking in our car... Shit, Bobby, he's checking the fuckin' license plate... Jesus, we gotta get out of here now!"

"Are the keys in the ignition, Mom?", asked Bobby, keeping his eyes on the two frightened kids. Cathy peered over the front seat, but the keys were gone.

"No, I can't see 'em!"

"Shit!"

Bobby thrust the barrel of the pistol under Kevin's nose.

"Where's the fuckin' keys, dipshit?", he demanded.

The boy flinched, drawing back away from the gun as if it was a venomous snake about to strike.

"I don't know!", he whined. "Honest!"

Bobby pushed the tip of the barrel into the boy's left nostril, but once he saw the look of defiance in Kevin's eyes, he decided on a new approach.

"Okay, maybe your little girlfriend here will tell me," he growled, shoving the barrel between the girl's thighs. "How 'bout it, Debby? You know where the keys are, Sweetheart?"

Kevin reacted violently, trying to grab the gun from Bobby's hand, but Bobby had been expecting something like that. He moved swiftly, hitting the kid sharply across the side of the face.

"Don't ever do that again, shithead!" he snarled, replacing the barrel of the gun back between the girl's thighs. "Or I'll give your little girlfriend here a blow job she'll never forget!"

The boy nursed his swollen, bloodied cheek and glared venomously at his attacker.

"She's not my girlfriend, creep, she's my sister!", snarled Kevin.

"And so help me, if you do anything to hurt her I'll kill you!"

"Sister, huh?", said Bobby, staring at the pretty young girl. Debby was hardly older than Mandy, but with much bigger tits. He jabbed the gunbarrel suggestively against the girl's cuntmound, causing her to flinch as the cold muzzle pressed into her hot flesh. "Mmmmmm, don't worry, Sweetcheeks!", said Bobby lifting her skirt up and taking a good long look. "Hurting a gorgeous little babe like you is the last thing on my mind right now... believe me!"

He glanced across at Mandy and was pleased to see a sexy smile on her pretty young face, his mother on the other hand was not so pleased.

"Christ, Bobby!... be careful with that damned thing!"

"Chill out, Mom!", he hissed. "If we don't find the fuckin' keys and get the fuck out of here soon, you're gonna be back inside before I can kiss your hot little pussy goodbye!"

Mandy had guessed from the start that Bobby and Cathy were a little more friendly than mother and son ought to be, but Kevin and Debby were absolutely flabbergasted to hear such blatant revelations.

"You mean y... you have sex with your own mother?" gasped Kevin.

His eyes were between his sister's parted thighs, where Bobby's gun was still pressed firmly against the girl's panty-covered cunt-bulge.

"Why don't you shut-up and tell me where the fuckin' keys are, before I give your baby sister a new cunthole, Hero!"

"M... mom and Dad have 'em!", said Kevin nervously, staring at his little sister's exposed crotch. "They're at the bank."

"Y... yeah! Th... that's right," stammered Debby, trying to pull her dress down. "Umm... they... um... said they wouldn't be long, because we've gotta be up at the cabin before nightfall!"

"What cabin?", demanded Bobby wiggling the end of the barrel into Debby's moist crotch.

"Our... our... m... mountain cabin!", she gasped. "We go there every summer."

"Perfect!", said Bobby. "... a little hideaway in the hills. That'll give us all a little more time to get acquainted, won't it!"

He looked over at his mother and Mandy. "Mom, keep an eye out for anyone coming out of the bank... Mandy, you rip up that sheet and use it to gag our little friends here. Tie their hands and legs too, honey!"

"You won't get away with this... ", protested Kevin. "... my Dad... "

"Your Dad will do exactly like we tell him, smartass... " snarled Bobby, pushing the boy roughly into the back of the van next to his sister "... if he knows what's good for him."

Two minutes later, Cathy saw a man and a woman emerge from the bank and look in the direction of the van.

"This looks like them, Bobby!", she said, twisting towards her son.

Bobby pointed the gun at the bound and gagged pair, scowling darkly.

"Not a fuckin' sound, okay?", he threatened.

Debby nodded energetically, her big brown eyes wide with fear. Her brother on the other hand simply glared at their young captor with a look of pure, frustrated hatred.

Bobby ignored the boy and crouched down behind the driver's seat.

"Everybody down!", he breathed. "... right down!"

Mandy and Cathy huddled low beside him as Bobby peeked out of the window.

He saw the couple cross the street and head straight for them. The woman was a curvaceous redhead, about thirty-four or thirty-five, with long slender legs and a cute, firm little ass that immediately reminded him of his sexy mother. She was wearing a tight pink blouse and even tighter matching shorts. So tight and short in fact, as to be almost indecent. And as Bobby watched the woman walk towards them, he couldn't help but stare lustfully at her stacked body.

She had the figure and sexy good-looks most guys his age only ever saw in the centrefold of a magazine, tall, a little skinny, perhaps, but on her, it looked good... real good! Her ass was round and prominent, and wiggled sexily as she walked... so did her boobs. She had to be a 38-C, and her tits looked as firm and as ripe as two big peaches. Bobby could see now where Debby got her figure from, the sexy little fourteen-year-old was a smaller version of her beautiful mother.

His gaze switched to the man walking beside her. He was dark- haired, and handsome, in his late thirties, and very well-built for his age.

Bobby looked at the man's rippling muscles and winced, hoping that he would never have to face the man without his gun. He gripped the butt, firmly in his sweaty palm for reassurance. As the couple approached the van, Bobby ducked out of sight, his gun ready. The driver's door opened first, and the man got in, turning as he did so toward the back.

"Sorry we were so long, kids", he started to say. "But they..."

"Shut up and nobody'll get hurt, okay!", growled Bobby, cutting him off in midsentence. He thrust the gun viciously into the side of the man's neck. At the same time, the sexy redhead opened the passenger door and slid in beside her husband, still blissfully unaware that anything was wrong.

The big man tensed immediately, gasping as he felt Bobby's cold barrel press against his skin. He tried to look around, but Bobby grabbed the man's neck viciously with his other hand.

"Move and I'll blow your fuckin' brains out, Pops!", he snarled.

The woman opened her mouth to scream, but Bobby silenced her with a withering look.

"Now, both of you listen to me!" growled Bobby, waving the gun around for added effect. "Your kids are safe. They're tied up here in back. But, so help me, if either one of you screams or tries anything smart, I'll fuckin' shoot first and ask questions later... is that clear?"

"Yes, perfectly!", said the man with surprising calm. Bobby looked at the pretty redhead and grinned.

"That goes for you too, gorgeous!", he winked. The woman looked at him with fear, just like her daughter had done, but she remained silent.

"If you want money, I can give you all we have," said the man, reaching for his wallet.

"Don't bother, Pops!", sniggered Bobby. "... right now we just want out of here as quickly as possible, okay?"

"Alright, we'll take you anywhere you want, just don't hurt anybody!"

"You sure will, shithead!", Bobby grinned evilly. "Now, put the keys into the ignition, and start the engine... act natural and don't try anything funny, okay!"

"Okay, just keep calm."

"Shut up, Pops! Just start the fuckin' engine an pull out from the curb, nice and easy. You know, like we're all going on a nice little family drive, okay?"

Dick Ellis knew exactly what to do. He had served three years as sheriff in a small midwestern town, until a pompous group of local officials decided that he no longer served their purpose. But, in that short time Dick had learned a lot, and he recognized immediately that the kid with the gun was dangerous, and he was going to do everything the boy demanded, just to keep his family safe. He glanced at his beautiful wife, Lisa, wishing he could hold her close and comfort her. She was scared, he knew... scared for herself, scared for the kids... and scared for him. He could see it in her eyes, but like the brave woman he knew she was, she said nothing, as always trusting him implicitly. Dick started the engine and pulled away from the curb as instructed, being careful not to draw attention to himself. These people were desperate, and he wasn't going to take any chances with his family's safety.

Bobby's brain ticked over like a well oiled piece of precision machinery. If the police had located their car, their next move would be to set up road blocks at strategic points, hoping that their prey had little local knowledge, but who was going to look for them up in the fuckin' mountains?

"What's your name, Pops?", he asked.

"Dick"

"You know this area, Dick?"

"Not really!"

Bobby pressed the muzzle of the.38 into the man's neck once more.

"Don't fuck with me, Dick!", snarled Bobby. "I know about the cabin! Your sexy little daughter told me. So how 'bout we all just head up there nice and easy like, okay?"

Dick nodded and headed west out of town. They drove for about ten minutes before turning off the highway onto a dirt road. After about half an hour, Bobby became impatient and leaned over, yelling into Dick's ear.

"How much further, Pops?", he asked.

"About an hour, maybe two!", replied Dick, looking at Bobby in the rearview mirror.

"Jesus! What a fuckin' drag!", cursed Bobby, slumping dejectedly down beside his sleeping mother. On the other side of the van, Mandy was also asleep, curled up in the foetal position like a little baby, her cute, naked, little butt poking out provocatively from underneath her short skirt.

Bobby's crotch bulged as he remembered vividly their short but exquisitely satisfying session in the bathroom back at the motel. Mandy's little hairless pussy had felt so hot and tight around his prick, that he'd shot off in less than two minutes! Bobby smiled to himself and stared at Mandy's bare butt, wondering if the little sexy thirteen-year-old was big enough to take his prick up her asshole. 'Christ', he thought with a grin. 'If she was tight in the cunt, imagine how much tighter her hot, buttery little shit-chute must be!'

Bobby lay back and smiled, looking around the van like a king surveying his court. The gun in his hand made him feel like a king too. With it, he could do anything... have anything, whenever he wanted it... even sex. And lately Bobby seemed to want that all the time.

He knew Mandy or his mother would put out for him any time he got the urge, and, when he tired of them, there was always Hero-boy's big-titted little sister and her equally sexy mother, who might be persuaded to help a horny young fugitive in his hour of need. Bobby's cock lurched at the prospect of fucking his two female captives, the redheaded mother especially. She reminded him so much of his mother, tall, well built, and stunningly beautiful, but Bobby was certain of one thing... she would look even more stunning if she was absolutely naked, with her juicy, redhaired pussy impaled securely on his throbbing cock.

Bobby saw it clearly in his mind's eye. He'd make Debby watch, as he fucked her squealing mother to orgasm after orgasm, playing with the girl's cunt and tits to get her nice and hot. After the sexy redhead's cunt had taken his first load, he'd get the daughter to suck him off, and dump his second load down her hot, sweet little gullet, Then, with a good deal of the edge taken off his virile young cock, he could fuck them both for hours and hours! And if Mandy or his mother wanted a little action at the same time, he'd be only too willing to accommodate them as well. Bobby gave a selfsatisfied little sigh of pleasure and glanced about the van once more, happy in the knowledge that no matter what happened in the next couple of days, the one thing he wouldn't run out of was pussy.

The road became progressively bumpier, until finally Dick turned off and went up an even narrower track. After about a mile or so, they came out into a clearing and pulled up. It was almost dark, but Bobby could see the outline of a cabin to their left nestled in a secluded little glen. All around, the mountains rose up like huge, silent sentinels, protecting the cabin on three sides. It was perfect for their purposes, completely surrounded by tall pines, making it virtually invisible from the road.

"Not bad, Pops! Not fuckin' bad at all!", remarked Bobby, pointing the gun at Dick. "Now, you and Red get out slowly and stand over there by the steps and don't move!"

Dick and Lisa did as they were told and stood quietly, watching the boy's every move. Dick's police training told him not to try anything as long as there was a chance of danger to anyone... especially his family.

Bobby opened the side door and ushered Mandy and Cathy out.

"Go inside and check the place out."

"Okay son," replied his mother. "Coming Mandy?"

The girl looked at Bobby. He smiled at her and nodded in the direction of the cabin. Mandy scooted up the steps at Cathy's heels, her short skirt lifting up to reveal a wonderful absence of panties.

Standing where he was, Dick couldn't help but get a good look at the girl's sweet, naked little rump as she scampered by. He swallowed hard, trying not to stare, but he couldn't help himself. And, even as his cock stirred in his pants, his conscience came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks.

Jesus, what the fuck was he doing! The little kid looked even younger than his own daughter! How could a mere child's bare ass affect him like that? Ashamed, Dick looked quickly away, but not before Bobby caught the exchange.

"Not a bad piece of ass for a thirteen-year-old, huh Pops?", he laughed, amused by Dick's obvious embarrassment. "Yeah... bet you'd love to try a little of that little cherry pie, wouldn't you, Pops?"