Chapter 12

Ellen awoke to the cooing of pigeons on the warehouse roof the next morning. She lay still for a moment and let the soft rustling sound bring her to full consciousness. Then she opened her eyes and felt her mind give way to a series of confused thoughts.

Where was she? It didn't look like her bedroom at home with the pastel-colored wallpaper and the pink curtains and the pretty gilt-framed mirror that hung over her white-varnished dresser. No, she was somewhere else and the smells were different--almost harsh. She realized they were odors she had never smelled before, and they struck her as something raw and savage. She moved and felt a sharp pain coming from her groin. Her muscles were sore and she found it difficult to raise her legs, and she lay still for a moment until the pain went away.

Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there were gently licking flames that did not burn but still emitted a soft soothing heat.

She slid over onto her side and suddenly froze in a half- turned position. The warm touch of flesh on flesh sent a chill through her, and the bewildered young girl held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Then she closed her eyes, not wanting to look, wanting with all her life strength to blot out the image of the man lying nakedly asleep next to her.

She did not want to remember. But the recollections raced through her mind with a force and directness that was overpowering. Yes, she had willingly succumbed to him, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. Her mind went back to the beginning of last night when Vito, Pop, Cash and--apparently the German Shepherd, Rex--raped Sylvia, and she could almost visualize the wild twisting and skewering of bodies spread out on the soiled mattress.

Then she recalled the first moments of almost tender love- making with Billy outlining themselves in her mind, then dissolve into the gauzy image of their flesh that had seemed to float through a dreamy sensual world of delicious sensation. She had succumbed to those wonderful, but forbidden, sensations; her inhibitions and prejudices had been totally destroyed by the ordeal she had been through in the last two days. And that then was the smell: the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. And she remembered, too, the exquisite explosions inside her belly, it had been an eruption that had filled her wantonly writhing abdomen with a pulsing warmth, a spurting of hot life-giving sperm she had urged on with her lips, thighs, and hips. And that was where the strange warmth had some from and seemed now to ripple outward from her pulsing vagina to tingle at each part of her lower torso like a quavering note of music half-remembered from her past lust and undeniable pleasure. The flood of hot male semen might have made her pregnant, and it frightened her for a moment, until she realized how much she had wanted it... then she relaxed, remembering her period was due in two days and she was safe.

The memories returned--stronger, more pleasurable now. She had begged and urged him on to do it, and had put all of her physical strength into pressing her trembling desire-racked young body against his powerfully thrusting loins as though she were some kind of insane nymphomaniac. Nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into that mindless uncontrollable passion that had deadened her every sense of righteousness.

A low groaning sound came from the next room and Ellen looked up towards the door. It was a deep guttural sound, as though someone were dying... or in pleasure... and it reminded her of the sounds that had come from Jennifer, her sister's, lips when she had been ravished on the beach night before last. Oh, God, she thought, was it really only two nights ago--only two nights!

Slowly, she moved to the side of the bed and looked back at Billy lying asleep beside her. She put her feet to the floor and stood up tentatively, waiting for the noise to stop. Then, picking up her ripped jeans and tee-shirt from the floor, she quickly dressed. A moment later, her heart pounding with fright, she crossed the room and leaned against the threshold to the door to peer into the other room.

Her eyes had trouble adjusting to the dim light of early morning, but finally she could make out the shadowy forms of Cash, Vito, and Pop lying in naked debauched poses around the splayed-out figure of Sylvia. It appeared as though sleep had taken them almost immediately after their moment of climax, and they lay immobile, like figures frozen in mid-movement by some immediate disaster. Sylvia's cum-matted black hair lay in strands across one of Cash's outstretched thighs, and her long tapered legs were still locked across Vito's torso that lay atop her.

The gang girl's eyes were still closed, but she groaned now and then as though on the verge of coming awake. A few feet from the door lay Rex, the German Shepherd, asleep but seeming ominously watchful in a prone position.

This was Ellen's chance! It might be the last chance she ever had again.

She knew she had to go, and go now. She had found out too much for them to let her get away after all she had heard during the past few days. Yes, it was a matter of saving her own skin, even though Billy had shown such open gentleness and affection the night before. But the animal lying close to the bedroom sent a renewed sense of fear through her for a moment, and she paused anxiously at the doorway, still indecisive as to what she would finally do.

The trembling young blonde thrust one foot towards the slight opening and inched the door wider open. The rusty hinges squeaked and she immediately tensed, expecting the worst. But the low rumble of snores coming from the opposite side of the living room continued on undisturbed, and the dog seemed to sink into a deeper slumber, his back legs twitching as though he were chasing rabbits. She made a quick impulsive move into the next room and in a few swift strides was facing the stairway that led down into the lower warehouse. For some unaccountable reason she paused at the edge of the stairwell and held her breath, turning her head slightly to view the scene behind her for one last moment before she would be free.

Then she was moving almost dream-like down the long winding staircase, amazed at her own stealth as she approached the landing above the lower floor. Puffs of lint, with motes of floating dust that caught the bright morning sunlight, streamed like an invisible river in through the windows. For an instant she could not see because of the brightness and the deep shadows. But then she had made it, had achieved the second floor in one last glide and whirl, stopping to reconsider her moves before she descended the final stairway.

Indecision had been her mistake when she had been caught on the highway twenty four hours before, and now this moment of pause had been equally fateful. Suddenly a loud barking rose up from the rooms above her. She had no choice but to run, and run she did across the cardboard-scattered floor and down the next staircase in a mad pirouetting movement. There was a shouting from above, and a clatter of stumbling shoes and the scraping of paws on the stairs. The terrified girl had reached the bottom and swung open the outside door to see the skyline of the city loom up in the distance, when she felt the firm grip of canine teeth around her ankle. Rex's growl was surprisingly gentle yet commanding, and although she screamed and shoved against his massive head, he did not let go.

Then, there was the clasp of a hand on her shoulder!

She whirled around and began to scratch at Cash's face. She felt him grapple with her and thrust his powerful arms around her waist before easily lifting her as she kicked her legs high into the air. Then she was rising back up the stairway completely limp in Cash's arms... now being carried... and then half-walking, half-stumbling back into the upper rooms of the warehouse.

"Goddamn, the little bitch can really put up a fight," Cash exclaimed in near admiration as they entered the living room again.

"See, what did I tell ya," Sylvia chided in a loud shrill voice, a look of self-satisfaction on her face. "Ya can't trust the stuck-up slut two feet."

Ellen began weeping in frustration and fright, turning away from the figures that were pulling on trousers and shirts and still brushing the signs of sleep from their eyes.

Billy looked at Ellen without malice. He knew why she had tried to escape, but there was nothing he could do about having to bring her back. Now it was either he or she, and it was obvious that he could not let her live if he wanted to protect himself in the eyes of the gang.

"Lock her up in the bedroom," Billy shrugged, jerking his thumb toward the room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "Ya might just tie her up, too," he added, attempting to show his concern to the others.

"I think we oughta get rid of her now," Pop said and sneered towards the bowed head of the young girl. "It ain't safe lettin' her set here by herself. She gets loose and there'll be hell to pay."

"We still need her until after the hit is made and we're on our way. Vito and Sylvia will stay with her," Billy said, demonstrating a sense of command over the situation. "I don't want Vito in on the kill at this point."

"What ya mean I don't get to go," Vito roared at Billy. "I been in on this from the first and I intend to get my licks."

Billy sighed sardonically and looked from Sylvia to the thin-lipped little man who stood enraged in front of him. "Ya got plenty to attend to here, Vito. Don't worry, ya got your money comin' to ya, too."

"How do we get to the boat," Vito said, bringing up something that hadn't been fully explained earlier.

"We're coming back for you--for all of you," Billy said in thinly veiled warning.

Ellen bent over slightly and felt a shiver of cold deep fear run down the length of her spine at the callousness of Billy's remarks. Her life obviously meant almost nothing to the gang leader, even after the gently caressing lovemaking of last night. In a moment he would be gone, and her fate would be held in the hands of Vito and the jealous gang girl who stared at her from across the room with a cruel sadistic look. She just wouldn't be able to persuade the two envious gang-outcasts that she harbored no malice against them, and she knew they were at the point where they would torture and maim before they imposed the final humiliations upon her defenseless body.

"P--please, don't leave me alone," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face in piteous profusion now.

"There ain't nothin' I can do about it," Billy answered softly. "I gotta get goin', and I need Pop and Cash to help me."

Ellen looked up toward the gang leader, her facial expression and hands turned toward him in supplication. "I--I can't take it," she moaned. "Please... help me! Don't leave me alone!"

"There ain't gonna be no problem," Billy repeated. "If there's any trouble they'll have to answer to me about it. Besides, ya got old Rex here to take care of everything."

The gang leader knelt down and patted the German Shepherd on the head. The animal looked up at his master and let out a shrill whine, thumping his tail against the floor in response. Billy looked up and jerked his head toward the other room, "Get her out of here," he said.

Cash grasped the blonde hostage's arm and pulled her, sobbing. She went without struggle and lay limply against the wall, permitting him to tie her arms tightly beside her. A few minutes after she had been secured to some bolts in the wall, Billy peered through the door. He studied her tear-stained face for a second, then walked slowly across the room and bent down in front of her.

"Okay, he did a good job on ya," he smiled tensely. "Ya ain't gonna have no trouble with them. I told 'em to leave ya alone, and they gotta follow what I say. We got it figured so you'll see us sometime soon. Probably on the boat goin' to Mexico, as a matter of fact." He paused, looking unsure of himself and embarrassed. "I don't even know your name." When she started to reply, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. "No, I don't wanna know. It don't matter none anyway."

Then he turned and without a word left her alone. Billy's mention of Mexico sent the young girl into a new stage of uncertainty. She had expected to be killed after the assassination, and had no idea that she would be kidnapped out of the country. Was it because the tough gang leader really cared for her? Or was he simply taking no chances, and planned to use her as a hostage until their escape was made?

After awhile Ellen heard several footsteps moving down the stairs and with a slow build up of terror she realized that she was now completely alone with Vito and knife-wielding Sylvia. The sound of the truck moving out of the warehouse signaled the beginning of what she assumed would be her final struggle, and she began to tremble, trying to steel herself to what the two remaining criminals had in store for her. A tiny flicker of hope still remained that the weasel-like Vito would protect her out of fear of the gang chief, but she knew that the chances were slight that he would be able to stand up to Sylvia's jealous prodding. Ellen eased down onto the floor and felt her bonds loosen somewhat. She tried to empty her mind of all thought, knowing that thinking was useless and could only send her into deeper despair.

Surprisingly, she went to sleep.

Sometime later, Ellen awakened out of a hazy, dream-filled half-sleep and noticed the door to the bedroom slowly pushing open. Then lurching around the open door came the tall cat-like figure of Sylvia whose face reflected an arrogant self confidence that for Ellen could only mean one thing. The tall smirking brunette stood a few paces from the young girl, staring and saying nothing for a long time. It was obvious that she had been drinking.

"Well, the house whore has finally decided to wake up from her nap." Sylvia laughed evilly and swept her hand towards the door in a gesture of finality. "Ain't it funny? There's just you, me, and Vito. I think we ought to have a little party."

Ellen stiffened and tried to struggle up from the floor. She wanted to say something that would erase the hateful expression on Sylvia's face, but everything she thought of would make the situation worse. The only thing she could do now was stall for time and hope for some kind of intervention that would save her from what lay ahead.

"B--Billy, he told you not to touch me. Please don't touch me, you know what he'll do to you, if you do anything."

The gang girl laughed again, and the ugly sound of her voice seemed to echo back to Ellen the absurdity of her remarks. Even to herself the protest seemed weak and feeble as though she did not believe it, and she held her breath when the girl approached her with eyes glinting ferociously.

Sylvia took carefully small half-steps that prolonged the anguished tension of waiting, and Ellen tried to raise herself higher off the floor, feeling her bonds painfully clench around her arms and the tightness of her jeans, that had hitched up beneath the lower ropes, cutting into her waist. Suddenly, in one lightning movement, Sylvia's hand shot down and grabbed Ellen's hair, wrenching the young girl's head upward until she was staring into the other woman's hate-filled face. In this moment Ellen caught the full brunt of Sylvia's contemptuous wrath, and the pain tingling through her scalp was nothing compared to the force of sadistic glee sparkling in the gang girl's eyes.

"Ya know what I'm going to do to ya, honey," Sylvia said, not releasing her tight grip on Ellen's hair. "I'm gonna make you feel real funny, like I'm gonna cut you up tit by tit, but that'll come after we have some other entertainment."

"Oh please! God! Leave me alone!" Ellen pleaded, the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"There ain't no reason to leave ya alone after the way ya been acting towards my man!" Sylvia screamed shrilly, then viciously back-handed the captive girl several times. The blows seemed to take the immediate pressure off her hate, and she let Ellen's head fall back against the wall.

The young blonde made another effort to communicate with the infuriated gang girl. "I--it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask to be kidnapped by those men," Ellen sobbed piteously.

"Ya know Rex is still here," Sylvia said cunningly and without preamble. "I suppose ya think he's gonna guard ya, don't ya?"

Suddenly a feeling of horror implanted itself and flooded through Ellen's entire being. Now she remembered the animal-like noises from last night and the ribald laughter of the convicts as they shouted gleefully, "Go on, Rex. Fuck her too; she's a bitch!" Oh God! Mention of the dog and the irrational of the animal that she had experienced earlier merged into one terrorized realization. No, this was too much, she couldn't even bear to think of it!

"That dog has been trained by Billy," Ellen said, her mind still grabbing for excuses to hold the tall brunette off from her. "Billy left him here to guard me."

"We'll see what kinda guarding old Rex is going to do," Sylvia chortled sadistically. "Hey, Vito, get your ass here and bring that fucking dog with you." She laughed uproariously at her own joke.

When Ellen began frantically struggling against her bounds, Sylvia grabbed her hair and rammed her head back against the wall. Low disgruntled groans could be heard from the front room, and a moment later the ferrety little convict appeared at the door accompanied by the huge German Shepherd.

"Hey, Vito, look at this," Sylvia grinned back at the greasy-haired man standing in the entrance way. "We're gonna have us some fun while Billy plays his little cops and robbers game."

The sadistically grinning gang girl leaned down and pinched and tore at the flesh on Ellen's arm until the young girl could stand the pain no longer. She jumped and screamed against her bonds, trying to escape the excruciating pain, but her struggles were useless and resulted only in the ropes cutting into her wrists and drawing blood.

"I--I don't think we oughta mess with this kinda crap," Vito said nervously, licking his lips. "Billy finds out, and it'll be all over for the both of us."

The statuesque brunette looked back at Vito contemptuously. It was obvious which one of the two had the strength to take command of this new situation, and the gang girl exercised that command now with the vicious poking and prodding of her fingers and hands.

"Hey, Vito, wouldn't you like to see what kind of cunt this sweet innocent little thing's got?" Sylvia asked, leaning forward and reaching with both hands for the front of Ellen's tee-shirt. Ellen pulled away, but there was no place she could go. "It must be something pretty special for Billy to get so hopped up." The gang girl's hands tore at the light covering material, and Ellen's large, ripely swaying breasts fell free into the air. Both women could see Vito's eyes bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white torso bound helplessly to the wall, and even as they watched, his features began to change from nervousness to a sadistic anticipation.

"Look at that, Vito," Sylvia said and leered back at the dumbfounded man behind her. "How'd you like to try some of that?"

Vito stood with his jaw agape, a thin line of spittle forming on his trembling lower lip. The dog standing by his side sounded a low whimper that redirected the terrified captive's attention to the big animal.

"What d'ya say, Vito? You get the bitch warmed up, and then we let Rex here have a go at her," Sylvia said, then turned to the struggling blonde again. "Old Rex fucks real good." Her eyes were devoid of emotion--lifeless--as she said it.

"Stop it, stop this talk, I can't stand it!" Ellen screamed in one last verbal attempt to dissuade Sylvia from her viciously lewd intent. "I'll do anything, but get that dog away from me!"

"Ya hear that, Vito?" Sylvia said in a low salacious tone. "She'll do what ya want as long as Rex boy don't mess with her."

Suddenly, the gang girl was upon Ellen again. She seized her legs and pulled them wide apart, then with surprising strength she thrust one hand against the struggling girl's crotch and unzipped the tattered jeans. Ellen tried to pull her legs tight, but the strong pressure of her assailant's grip on her thigh was too much.

"When I want you to open your legs, I mean it!" Ellen heard hissed at her through her pain-deadened mind.

Sobbing convulsively, the blonde hostage's legs went limp, and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel the sadistic gang girl reaching down and grasping her ankles, and yanking her fearfully trembling body as far out of the corner as possible with her hands still bound to the wall. Her softly fleshed young buttocks scraped agonizingly across the rough floor, and she moaned in pained protest but it was not heard.

"Now open 'em, baby, I want Vito to see how nice and tight your little pussy looks."

Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, Ellen spread her legs a few inches more.

"Open 'em wider, you slut, poor Vito can't see it... can ya, Vito?" she teased at him as his wildly gleaming eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

Sylvia moved forward again. She grabbed the sides of Ellen's jeans and tugged at the tight covering denim, pulling them all the way off the struggling young girl's legs--then holding them aloft in contemptuous disdain. She laughed shrilly in sadistic glee as she saw Ellen cringing and trying to hide her nakedness.

The captive young blonde sobbed helplessly in pain and humiliation, feeling the raw pink flesh of her vagina stretched open from the outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the weasel-like little convict's gaze as his savagely burning eyes locked in lustful desire on the tiny tight opening nestling in the sparse field of soft blonde cuntal hair up between her legs.

"Now ya can do anything ya like to her, Vito. But ya gotta save the best part for Rex here. Whaddya think ya wanta do, Vito honey?"

"What... what about Billy," he asked, his voice raspy with fear and an animal-like lust.

"Who's going to tell Billy? Not me. Not you... not her! She's gonna try to escape and she's going to have an accident. Can't be helped. She likes to escape. We can't help it if she falls down three flights of stairs while being chased by Rex... and breaks her fucking neck." She grinned conspiratorially at the sweating convict.

Vito's laughter was a high-pitched cackle of enjoyment. He actually rubbed his hands in glee.

Cowering in terror in the corner, Ellen had never felt so naked and frightened in her life. Her mind whirled at the thought of being attacked by the lewdly grinning Vito, but an awesome sensation of incomprehensible fear shot through her when she thought of the dog that stood panting beside him. God, Rex was huge. She just couldn't stand the idea of touching the beast, much less passively submitting to the vile obscenity they had in mind for him to do. The hate-filled Sylvia was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of plea for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred times more if Ellen were to beg. There was no hope now for anything, and the young hostage didn't try to stop the tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming down her cheeks.

Ellen closed her eyes to blot out Sylvia's smirking face then reopened them again and jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The tall brunette gang girl had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the softly tender flesh surrounding her vagina. "No, no, stop, please stop," the captive groaned in abject fear.

Vito bent eagerly down behind Sylvia and the slightly built convict inched forward, leering toward Sylvia's hand that worked at the bound girl's wide-splayed vaginal lips. Then like some anxious animal closing in for the kill, he pushed past Sylvia, thrusting his face a few inches away from her finger working around the edges of the tortured little cunt. For a moment Ellen forgot about the slow humiliating violation of her nakedly exposed cuntal area and focused all her attention on Vito's crazed expression that contorted in obvious anticipation of what he would do to her next.

"Yeah, I'll warm her up all right," he growled, not taking his eyes from between her legs where the grinning Sylvia had expertly insinuated her fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the already wet passage.

"Let's get her on the bed," the gang girl said in a commanding voice. "You and Rex can't do nothin' to her down here on the floor... you'll both get splinters in your balls."

As though she were in a dream, Ellen felt herself pushed from the wall, and saw the ropes cut swiftly by the knife in Vito's hand, and then she was being bodily lifted, with all will to resist gone, and held in the tight clench of Vito and Sylvia's arms above the bed. She was dropped heavily and hit the soiled mattress with a hard smack. Then she sensed her arms being pulled back from in front of her and her back striking against the wall. Through a blur of scalding tears she made out the figure of Sylvia standing over her and Vito's ferret-like form crawling up on the bed next to her.

She felt the sadistic convict's thin tensed body push up against her and heard him fumbling with his clothing, not bothering to remove his pants but just unzipping his fly. He moved closer and she pulled away from him towards the wall, jerking abruptly as she felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Sylvia and she was reaching over the bed, thrusting Ellen closer to Vito's lust-incited form. The two pairs of hands that were suddenly pinching and clawing over her nakedly writhing young body were indistinguishable from one another, and it seemed as though every sensitive area of her fearfully cringing flesh was being explored and prodded to increase her pain and humiliation. Then she sensed an all-too-familiar touch, something she had learned to recognize from the several violations of her body during the past two days. The hot spongy hardness of Vito's eagerly throbbing cock sprang out from the opening of his pants and with a soft thud smacked against the narrow hair-lined opening of her cunt. The helplessly struggling girl stretched her buttocks backwards, but the evil little Vito followed her, moving his hands across her hips until they clenched the quivering cheeks of her ass.

Ellen lurched back again and wriggled her buttocks in one last vain attempt to escape the constant painful kneading of his fingers and hands. But it was useless. Vito's long hard cock began making its slow entry through the tight outer lips of the girl's moistly dilating cunt, his progress only slightly impeded by the spasmodic wrenching of her groin away from him. Suddenly, Ellen felt a new pressure coming from behind. At first there was a tingling, then a more painful sensation as Vito's hands tightened in back of her, pulling her clenched buttocks wide apart. She looked up and saw Sylvia's sadistically smiling face only inches away from her thighs. The gang girl had thrust her finger against the tight rubbery ring of Ellen's anus and, with the aid of the man in front of her, began a malicious prodding at the blonde's tender rear entrance.

"Oh, noooooo, aaaaaaargh," she moaned in pained humiliation. "Please don't. God! Don't do that to me."

But the young hostage's helpless protestations were useless. Her nakedly trembling body gave a fretful heave sideways to escape the dual prodding from in front and behind, and she felt an excruciating pain rip through her thighs as Sylvia's sharp claws dug into the soft white flesh above Ellen's buttocks. The gang girl clenched her fingers until the screeching-in-agony captive could stand it no longer. The outstretched finger that worked at her nether passage now had full access to her and Ellen felt she would do anything now to avoid the terrible searing pain that she had learned to associate with each of her struggling movements. Nothing was important anymore as long as she escaped the burning torture of Sylvia's viciously grasping hands that she could still feel digging into the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and prodding at the tightly puckered anal ring.

She could feel the hot rubbery hardness of Vito's cock thrust partially into her moist, slowly widening cuntal passage, even as Sylvia's extended finger screwed into her quivering ass.

"Deeper, do you want me to fuck you deeper?" Vito asked lewdly, removing his hands from her helplessly squirming buttocks, and moving them up to her large pink-rippled breasts that he squeezed and kneaded in growing lust.

Ellen did not answer. Her mouth opened in silent protestation, but her lips pursed tightly shut when she felt Sylvia's finger worm farther into her rear orifice. She was impaled now from both sides. The vision of the brunette gang girl bent over her and Vito cleaving into her moistly clasping vagina sent an electric shock of shame through her pulsating groin and into the rippling flesh of her abdomen. She could feel the sadistic little convict's long burrowing penis grow larger, if that were at all possible, as he began his strong ram-rod thrusts. She pulled back away from him, but this seemed to increase his excitement and he drove harder, his thick, sperm-inflated hardness pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in surging waves before its cruel searching head.