Chapter 6

"Oh, Skull, that was simply wonderful. You're a great lover with a mighty cock," cooed Carmen. And when I kill you, you murdering bastard, I'll try to cut it off while you're still breathing.

"That's better," said Skull as he stood up and wiped his softening cock on the rag that had been her panties. "You're a slow learner but you'll get the message in the end. You, Little Tart, get the fucking dildo and make her happy again."

Carmen groaned. Mirabelle, her eyes red and puffy from crying, slowly crossed the cabin and picked up the plastic phallus from the floor where April had dropped it. She returned to the mattress where Carmen lay on her back. April knelt by the dancer's head. One hand caressed Carmen's left breast the other held the riding crop.

"Let me," said the accountant. "She's a better cook than me. And it is my dildo."

Snake nodded. Night was closing in. It was time they ate. April grabbed the instrument from Mirabelle who was relieved to be rid of it.

"Roll over, Carmen," said April."Let's do it doggy fashion." She whispered, "And I like to look at your back." Skull grunted his approval and reached for the almost empty jar of rot-gut whisky. He tipped the last of the booze into his fruit jar.

Carmen groaned as she turned over and drew her legs under her. Carmen's back was a mess of criss-crossed bloody ridges from the flogging Skull had given her. Earlier, at the destroyed mine entrance, she had adamantly refused when he demanded that she should "fuck me back, whore. Tell me how good it is for you". He beat her. She remained frigid. He beat her more savagely. She had only complied with his sick order when he switched his tactics and threatened to beat Mirabelle to a pulp unless Carmen gave him "a good time" while he fucked her on what he called "Max's grave".

April inserted the plastic cock with unnecessary force into Carmen's sore but well-lubricated cunt and started to pump it in and out. Carmen had been subjected to unremitting rape by Skull or one of his harem using April's dildo since they had returned to the cabin. After April had been at the task for ten minutes or so, without Carmen uttering a sound, the accountant bent over Carmen's crouching body.

"This is what you wanted to do to me, isn't it?" April whispered adding another cut of the whip to Carmen's already lacerated back. "Beat me, fuck me and then ... what?"

"Guess," Carmen groaned.

"I'll bet it was what you got the kid there to do. Have me tongue your pussy while your husband—oops! Sorry. Your late husband—buggered me."

Carmen said nothing.

"Answer me you bitch!" squealed April. She hit Carmen with the crop again and drove the dildo viciously deeper.

"You're not hitting her hard enough," said Skull. "Here, give me the whip and I'll show you."

April stood up and surrendered the riding crop to her master. His cock was already showing signs of resurrection. He raised the whip above his head and brought it crashing down across Carmen's muscular buttocks. It drew blood instantly. Carmen sobbed involuntarily. Skull grinned and hit her again.

"Fuck-toy reminded me. Carmen, you told Maxie he'd never have your ass. Well, that's true enough I guess. But, sugarbuns, you're gonna offer your tight little ring to me right now. And while I'm digging in the ditch you can explore Fuck-toy's cunt with your lips and tongue. You understand? If you don't there'll be one less for supper."

Carmen nodded. She would not give the sadistic rapist the satisfaction of begging him to stop her torment. April sat down on the mattress, her legs either side of Carmen's head and thrust her pussy into Carmen's face. April smiled up at Skull as he pumped his cock yet again. When he was ready he nodded and she grabbed two fistfuls of Carmen's blonde hair and roughly ground her puffy cunt into the widow's face.

Skull left the dildo deep inside his victim as he knelt and squeezed his growing erection into the dancer's fundament.

Deafened and blinded Max slowly picked himself up off the floor of the van. He was dazed but otherwise unhurt. The van had not been crushed. He and Toni had been flattened by the over-pressure but the two remaining money bags had broken their fall. They were in total darkness.

Toni had come scrambling out of the triangular shaped opening of the approach tunnel. The young man had been unsteady. He had been sobbing with terror and seemed to be bleeding from a head wound. Max had reached out for him and grabbed an arm. Toni started to say something when the gelignite exploded. The lights went out. Max and Toni were blown into the back of the van as the roof of the horizontal shaft begin to crumble. The air was thick with dust. The two trapped men choked and coughed in utter darkness while the roof began raining rocks with growing ferocity.

When the rumbling stopped Max found his torch and shone it's weak and flickering beam out of the back of the van. Through a thick cloud of dust Max saw the shaft was completely blocked. Max next examined Toni who was dazed and bleeding from a gash to the head and multiple scrapes and abrasions to his naked body.

"You'll live," croaked Max.

Toni shook his injured head.

"For how long?" he said. "We've been buried alive."

"It won't work, April," said Carmen.

The accountant had continued to fuck Carmen long after Skull had come and gone to relieve himself. Carmen had tongued her to a noisy orgasm while Skull did his violent best to rupture the dancer's anal sphincter. Now April had Carmen to herself. She had cuffed Carmen's hands behind her back, forced the dildo into the opening vacated by Skull, and rammed her fist into Carmen's pussy.

"What won't work?" grunted the accountant. Her breath reeked of bad alcohol.

"This pretense you're a sadistic bitch and therefore a fit and favored companion for the tattooed man."

"Who says I'm pretending?" she said. "He likes me best. He says the kid's too soft and you're too hard. He says I make the best ... the best ... fuck-toy."

"What's this, 'too hard, too soft'? He's not sodding Goldilocks, April. He's a cold-blooded killer. He'll butcher all three of us before he leaves in the morning. If we let him."

Mirabelle, who was serving supper, heard Carmen's prophecy and burst into another round of weeping.

"What are we going to do?" she wailed.

"About what?" said Skull coming back into the hut. He was carrying the .22. "What are you going to do about what?"

"Max's bitch was making trouble. She said you'd kill us all before we leave tomorrow," said April. She withdrew her hand from April's pussy and slapped the dancer's cum-streaked face.

"Well," said Skull. "That just ain't true." He sat at the table and sipped at the last of the moonshine. "I'm gonna take one of you with me. The other two can just stay here and get home the best they can. Now let's eat. All that fucking's given me a real appetite and I've got some tidying up to do at the mine."

Max switched off the torch to save the batteries. In the dark he listened to Toni's garbled account of how Skull had made him carry the old explosive in its tin box into the access tunnel and then tried to shoot the young man. The back of the van creaked and buckled slightly under the weight of a loosened boulder.

Max said, "You realize that dog-leg we had to dig saved our lives, kid. If it hadn't been there the blast would have hit us much harder." Toni sobbed. He didn't sound happy.

"Cheer up," said Max. "You're not dead yet. You gonna help me get out of this place or you gonna sit here and blubber?"

"We can't get out. The tunnel is blocked."

"Yeah. The access tunnel is blocked and the shaft behind us is too. But the horizontal shaft we're in isn't blocked beyond the van. That's the way we'll go. Forward."

"Deeper into the mountain. You're fucking crazy."

"You got a better idea?"

Toni didn't reply. Max switched the torch on and climbed onto the passenger's seat. He took a grip on the steering wheel and kicked the window out. The little crystals of broken safety-glass glittered like diamonds in the torch's faltering beam. Through the broken window the unblocked section of the mine shaft disappeared into blackness.

After supper Skull secured Carmen and Mirabelle together with a length of chain looped around their necks and padlocked in place. He fastened the tail of the chain to the beam above the mattress and told them to rest while he and Fuck-toy went for an evening stroll. April looked nervous as Skull ushered her out of the door. She told Skull she was cold and asked if she could put a jumper over the thin shift he had permitted her to wear. Skull refused. He told her she'd soon warm up and pushed her out into the fading light with the barrel of the rifle.

"What's he going to do? Is he going to kill her?" whispered Mirabelle. She and Carmen stretched out on the mattress. Carmen lay face down favoring her lacerated back.

"I wouldn't think so, kid," said Carmen. "My guess is he'll keep us all alive and kicking until morning. He likes the idea of a harem and April's attempts to play the sadistic bitch amuse him. But he needs to get away from this place cleanly with the money. We three know too much for him to safely leave any two of us here alive. Better get some sleep now if you can. I reckon we are due for a wild night when Skull and April get back."

"Why?" said Mirabelle.

"Because tomorrow he won't know where his next fuck is coming from so he'll indulge himself with the three of us tonight. Also April is trying to convince him he's her soul-mate so as to be the one he has said he will take with him. She'll do any nasty thing he tells her to. He'll get a big kick out of her disappointment before he kills her."

"You could be wrong."

"You'd better hope so, kid. But I don't think so."

Max said, "You hear that water?"

Toni nodded his head, unseen in the darkness. The sound of falling water was not loud but he could hear it. The two men had picked their way carefully along the horizontal shaft of the old mine. Every now and then it was necessary to shift rock and rubble so they could progress deeper into the workings.

"It's coming from the roof up ahead"

"We won't die of thirst then," Toni croaked, making an effort to sound unafraid.