Chapter 7

To Joan Pearson, the telephone call was innocent enough, but to Carla Reynolds, who made it, it was a matter of life or death... her own.

"Joan... ? This is Carla... Carla Reynolds... I just had to talk to you..."

"Well, I don't want to talk to you!"

"Please... don't hang up on me... I want to explain..." she pleaded desperately.

"What's to explain... ?"

"I thought that man... Jay would be gone... before you arrived... and we'd just have a lovely... woman-woman thing, again..."

"So... ?" Joan was cynical, now.

"Your husband... isn't around there is he... ?"

"No... he's gone!"

"Just for the day... or will he be gone for a few days?"

"Well..." Joan hesitated. "He'll be gone for several days... I think..."

"Oh, where did he go... ?"

"What's this all got to with anything... ?"

"Well... if you'd feel better about things... I thought maybe you'd want to invite me... to your house... especially if your husband's going to be gone..." Then she added, as an after thought, "Where'd you say he was... ?"

"I didn't... but he said something about going to the mountains... Idyllwild... I think... for some training workouts," Joan told her, revealing only what Arnie had told her.

"Oh, good... then he's not likely to pop in... and spoil things for us..." Carla was suggestive.

Joan had made up her mind, even before Carla's call, and she had rehearsed what she would say to the woman who had seduced her.

"Carla! You're wasting your time! I've thought it all over... and I-I've decided that... I don't really want the kind of thing you... you forced on me. I love my husband... and I'll do everything I can to keep him loving me!"

"Then... you won't... ?"

"That's right!" Joan cut in. "I don't want... that kind of life... so please don't try to call me... or see me... again!"

"J-Joan... please... ?"

"My mind's made up! I meant what I said!" Joan snapped and slammed down the receiver.

"That was a good performance, Carla!" Warren Ramsey said. "And, I'll keep my part of the bargain! I'll send you to my friend Wong Ho... in Hong Kong... instead of to the bottom of the Catalina Channel. Wong told me he could use a beautiful white woman... in one of his more... exclusive houses..."

Carla tried to smile through cracked lips, and tears welled from blackened, swollen eyes. He's not going to kill me! "Oh, Warren... thank you! Thank you!" she blubbered.

Betty Ballard had wanted to get into her car and leave the cabin to Arnie, but he had refused to let her leave, pointing out that she was in no condition to drive safely.

In the end, she had agreed to stay. "But, you'll have to promise... to stay your distance... unless I change my mind..." she had told him.

There was very little to eat in the cabin, and as dinner time neared, Arnie volunteered to go down to the village to buy whatever was necessary. He had decided to walk, knowing that it would help him to stay in condition.

Betty was fussing around in the kitchen getting ready to prepare their evening meal. She had had one more drink with Arnie, as they had talked afterward... and she was still feeling lightheaded.

Hearing a step in the living room, she glanced through the door, expecting to see Arnie loaded down with grocery sacks... but it was not Arnie!

"Who... ?" she started to say, when she heard the kitchen door open. Glancing behind her, she froze in terror, as she saw another man coming through that door toward her.

Her scream was muffled by a rough hand clamped over her mouth, as she was pinioned by the second man.

"Take her into the bedroom! Tie her up!" someone ordered.

She felt herself lifted, carried, then she was on the big, double bed, a gag stuffed in her mouth, while hard-handed men tied her to the bed. God! Who are they? Wh-What do they... w-want... ?

"Say! She's quite a woman!" One of the men grinned, ogling her, then reached out to feel appreciatively of her breasts, free and unfettered under her dressing robe. She looked up, pleadingly, into hard eyes, seeing a blonde man, with a scar on his forehead. Behind the hardness of those merciless eyes, she saw lust... and she knew. H-He wants me!

"Pearson's not here!" the leader snapped.

She swiveled her eyes around to see that he was a short, square man, with very white hair. N-No... I'm wrong! They're looking for Arnie! Then, she remembered. He had told her some people were trying to find him... And, they have!

"How about having a little fun with his wife... while we're waiting for him to show?" the third man in the bedroom suggested.

They think I-I'm Arnie's wife... !

The white-haired man looked down at her, then reached down to pull her dressing robe open, revealing her nakedness to all three pair of lewdly staring eyes. "Hell... why not?" he grunted. "Arnie's not going to be any use to her... or anybody else... when we're through with him!"

Through fear-widened eyes she looked up at them and wig- wagged her head a violent NO. She tried to scream it, but the gag in her mouth muffled the sound. Rape! Rape! RAPE! The word ricocheted screamingly around inside her skull. A-All three of them... ? Are all three of them... going into RAPE m-me... ? Oh, My G-God... Then, another equally startlingly ironic thought:... And, they think I-I'm Arnie's wife! They're going t-to rape me... and I'm the wrong woman!

The white-haired man leaned over her, and she saw that he was not really old. "You can object all you want to... Mrs. Pearson... but you're going to get fucked... by all three of us... understand?"

Again, she flailed her head negatively.

Going on, he told her, "You can make it as easy... or as hard as you want! If you cooperate... you won't get hurt... but if you fight us... I can't guarantee anything!" Turning to the scar-faced man he said, "Untie her legs, Jack... for starters!"

"Okay... Warren... but what if Pearson comes back while we're throwing a fuck into his wife... ?" Jack queried.

"Just keep your guns handy... after all, they're three of us, with guns! He wouldn't stand a chance!" Warren answered.

The third man added, "... But, he's pretty tough! I know!"

"A. 45 slug'll stop him, though!" Jack sneered, reaching out to untie the knotted ropes at her ankles.

The third man, whose name she hadn't heard yet, went around to the other side of the bed, sat down on it and reached out with his left hand, pulling her robe aside to expose her naked loins.

"Damn! She's really a hot looking little piece!" he leered. "It's going to be fun fucking you, Doll... and I'd like to see Arnie's face when he finds out I did!"

"Is that all you want... revenge?" Warren asked.

"Yeah... and I'll get it, too!"

His hand was on her inner thigh now, caressing her and moving upward. Looking down, Betty saw then that his right hand was encased in a cast. The man's face was scarred, his nose had been broken, giving him an evil look. She was revulsed by his appearance, and tried to clench her thighs tightly together. He snickered at her. "You can't keep them together like that for long!"

Then, as she looked beyond the seated man, she saw Jack standing at the foot of the bed. He had taken off all of his clothes, and: as she watched, his shorts came off. Standing out rigidly from his body, his massively hard erection jerked throbbingly in his hand that gripped the shaft of it lightly.

"Warren..." he was saying. "It'll be a hell of a lot more fun... if we untie her completely... and take the gag off... what do you say... ?"

"Okay!" he agreed, coming to the bed to sit down beside her.

Shoving his pistol into her face, he growled, "You see this... ? Well... if I untie you... and take that gag out of your mouth... you'll do exactly what we want you to do... and no talking or screeching... understand?"

Betty stared at the gun and knew that he meant business. She moved her head up and down in understanding.

To cinch it down for her, he went on, "... Because... otherwise, Baby... I'll shove this cannon up your sweet, little cunt... and blow your insides out!"

The threat was delivered with a deadliness she couldn't believe. My God... I-I'm sure he's capable of doing it too! The horrible vision of a death like that passed in gory detail before her eyes... and she knew there was nothing she could do but accept whatever they did to her... if she expected to live!

Jack released her hands, while Warren removed the gag from her mouth.

"You understand... don't you?"

With a wary look at the pistol in his hand, she murmured, "Y- Yes... But I-I'm..."

"That's all! No more talking!" he snapped, silencing her, as she wanted to tell them that they had made a horrible mistake... that she wasn't Arnie's wife!

Now, Warren was standing beside the bed taking off his clothing, while Jack stretched out, naked, on the bed beside her, his warm body snuggling into close contact, the hardened shaft of his throbbing cock pressing up tight against the smooth flesh of her thigh. Then his hands swarmed over the luscious contours of her body, kneading and massaging, cupping and tweaking, and his mouth captured hers, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, sinuously, to taste and savor.

Betty was sure it wouldn't happen! She was being forced... raped... threatened with death... if she didn't cooperate, but as the naked man beside her mauled the sensitive mounds of her smoothly pliant breasts, teasing the nipples into coning erection, while at the same time, his tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, she found herself responding to him. God! She didn't want that! They could force her... but she didn't have to like it!

... Now, warm hands worked their way up her thighs, toward the nakedness of her loins, and unconsciously she clamped her thighs together.

"Open your legs!" Warren ordered.

Reluctantly, fear clutching at her insides, she slowly allowed her thighs to relax. She heard him gasp, as he forced her legs to splay wide, and then he was crawling in between the white, tapering columns. Try as she might she could not control the trembling of her legs.

"God damn! That's the sweetest little cunt I've seen... in a long time!"

Then, she felt his blunt finger tracing the length of her now tinglingly vibrant cuntal furrow, rubbing against the short length of her sensitively hardened clitoral bud, causing her to grind her hips, gyratingly, in an effort to escape the tantalizing sensations it generated in her.

She felt it clearly, as his finger drifted on down to worm its way into the moist warmth of her vaginal opening, where he thrust it in and out of her then swirled it around and around just inside the opening. No matter how she tried to suppress it, her desire was being rekindled by these lewd rapists... and she couldn't help it. Arcing, electric sensations grounded themselves in her loins and flashed along her nerve endings, ecstatically, until she found that her hips were undulating up involuntarily to meet his obscenely stimulating finger.

Lying down beside her, the third man, whose name had still not been mentioned, and who was hampered in undressing, no doubt, by the cast on his right hand, pressed his hard-muscled body in close to her. She could feel the enormously hard shaft of his erectile penis against the satin-smooth skin of her thigh, matching Jack's on the opposite side.

Down between her legs, she felt Warren pull his moistened finger from her rapidly heating vaginal tunnel; then, using both hands, he raised her knees, flexing them, his warm palms sliding caressingly down the inner velvet-smooth flesh of her thighs, forcing them wider apart, until his hands framed the golden-downed lips of her cringingly expectant slit. His thumbs, on either side, slowly spread her coral-tinged petals, flowering her open to him, and she could feel the cooling air as it washed over the moist warmth of her most secret flesh. She knew what was coming next, and she had a feverish impulse to cry out... stop him; at the same time, a grisly image of what he threatened bounced around inside her skull. Life was too dear! Her thighs relaxed, and she allowed her hips to rise up to meet his long, moistly taunting tongue. It teased at her coral-lined opening for a long moment, before he plunged the wetly flicking tip deep up into her searing, liquid depths. Involuntarily she moaned, as slashing erotic sensations surged uncontrollably through her whole body.

Now, the third man, stretched out on the opposite side from Jack, was nibbling and sucking at a distended nipple, while his hand kneaded the softly resilient flesh of the opposite breast.

Sensation after sensation crowded in on her, and she found herself sucking hungrily at Jack's tongue, writhing her torso up to the third man's nibbling, sucking mouth, jiggling her breasts prettily for his benefit. Below, her loins gyrated, grindingly up into Warren's face, as his tongue flicked in and out of her now lust-filled cunt.

Shifting upward, then, Warren's lips grazed their way through her sensation-seared vaginal furrow to find the sensitively erect bud of her clitoris, hidden in its fold of flesh, the sparse golden curls of her pubic hair parting as his tongue pressured tantalizingly into it.

Both men, lying on either side of her, pressing their naked bodies against her, felt the deep shock of it in her. She gasped as the heat lightning his tongue generated was grounded deep in her quivering belly, the arcing flash of it causing her to writhe her buttocks down and away from his lashing tongue, but in the very next instant, uncontrollably, her loins undulated up to him, wanting more of his lewdly licking tongue.

"Oh... OOoohh... !" she moaned up into Jack's mouth.

Unwanted, exquisite sensations seemed to multiply themselves in her body, and she could do nothing to stop them. She liked Jack's kiss, his darting tongue alive in her mouth, the warmth of his caressing hand that roamed over her body, and on her other side, the man with the injured hand, sucked at her breasts, as his good hand, cupped and kneaded, fondling the firm roundness of its satiny smooth flesh. She liked that, too... liked the feeling of her hardened nipples being nibbled on and spiking out into his warm palm.