actually alone in the middle of nowhere.
Perhaps she was being foolhardy to try to do this on her own. She hadn't wanted to go to the police with what Bernardo had told her both because it would reveal the sordid details of her afternoon-fucking with Bernardo, and because she wasn't sure that the cops would believe her after what Rick was accused of doing. All she wanted was to get the charges against Rick dropped, and then she was going to persuade him not to continue with his series of articles on gang life. They'd move away, go to another town, if they had to, or another state. She'd had enough of a taste of life on the big city streets to last her forever, and that was why she'd decided to try to make a deal with Salvador on her own. Now, however, she was beginning to regret her decision.
Supposing the gang wouldn't believe her? Or beat her up? Or even killed her?
'If I don't hear from Salvador Mendosa in one half-hour,' she said aloud, trying to still the rapid beating of her heart and the trembling of her hands, 'I'm going to call Rick's editor. He'd know what to do.'
She lit a cigarette and turned on the television, trying to distract herself while she waited for the allotted time to pass.
Scarcely ten minutes had gone by when she was startled by the sound of someone knocking on the door. She went cold with fear all over, and for a moment wondered if she should answer it. But whoever it was could hear the television and see the light coming from behind the window curtains. Even if she didn't answer, they probably wouldn't go away.
Padding barefoot to the door, the young reporter's wife called softly,
'Who is it?'
'It's me… Maria,' a voice replied on the other side. 'I must talk to you.'
'What do you want?' Nancy asked, unwilling to be fooled again.
'It's about what you told Chico,' the Spanish girl replied. 'Salvador's real mad and he's getting the Morros together. I snuck away to warn you. Please, let me in. I don't want to get caught out here if the Morros come.'
The urgency of the girl's voice almost convinced Nancy, but still mindful of her previous deceit, she turned on the porch light and put the safety chain on the door before opening it a few inches and peering out into the night to make sure the girl was alone. Her range of vision was limited to a corner of the front porch, filled by the now familiar figure of the curvaceous young brunette, but she appeared to be alone, and so Nancy decided to let her in.
No sooner had she opened the door all the way however, than two male figures pushed their way inside, following right behind Maria. Nancy gasped as she realized that one of them was Chico Ramirez, the man she had called. The other one was unfamiliar. Apparently they had been waiting out of sight in the yard while Maria persuaded her to open the door.
'You tricked me! You tricked me again!' Rick's thunderstruck young wife burst out, turning furiously on the girl who, clad in tight jeans and a T-shirt, was waiting unconcernedly for further instructions. Her only reply to the outraged young wife was a shrug of her shoulders.
'Okay, Maria, find a suitcase and get some of her things packed, and make it fast.' It was Chico who spoke, and the dark-haired girl immediately made her way toward Nancy's bedroom. 'Now, sweetheart,'
Chico continued, turning his attention to Nancy, 'suppose you just be quiet and come along with us, or do we have to get rough?' He advanced toward her, his eyes hard, and Nancy retreated, terrified.
'I… I don't want to come with you,' she cried, trying desperately to think of a way to escape.
Suddenly she reeled backward against the wall as Chico slapped her harshly across the face twice. Gripping the front of her bathrobe, he pulled her roughly to her feet again. 'Sweetheart,' he hissed, 'you're gonna look pretty funny without your teeth, which is how you're gonna be if you don't start doing what we tell you to do.'
'Okay, okay, I'll do anything you say,' the trembling young wife replied, her heart thudding in her chest.
'Good. Now this here is Jose,' Chico said. 'I want you to do whatever he wants you to do.'
The other Morro, who had let Chico handle everything so far, now rose from the couch where he had been watching silently and came over to where Nancy stood trembling. He looked her over coolly, appraisingly, and Rick's young wife felt herself grow red under his penetrating but impersonal stare. Afraid to move, she steeled herself for whatever might come next.
'You and Bernardo were right, Chico. This woman is truly beautiful.
Woman, take off your clothes,' he commanded suddenly.
Weeping softly in despair, Nancy complied, shedding her bathrobe and pajamas on the floor, until she stood before him completely naked. Jose reached out and touched her pink-tipped tit with his hand. Nice, very nice, he thought, as his thick cock leapt to life within the confines of his tight Levi's. Stepping back, he took in her lush nakedness with his eyes, the gleaming milk-whiteness of her skin, the deep indentation of her navel between her ripely flaring hips, and the triangular patch of dark gold pussy hairs at the juncture of her long shapely legs.
'Get your coat and some shoes,' Jose ordered Nancy.
'What… what are you going to do with me?' the reporter's young wife asked.
Chico smiled. 'You're coming to the Morros headquarters,' he informed her coolly, almost gently. 'You will meet all of the Morros gang personally and show them how sorry you are, that you have caused so much trouble for them.'
Nancy's eyes opened wide in horror at his words. She was going to be forced to let the entire gang fuck her. How could they be so cruel? But she knew that they were. 'No… no,' she pleaded. 'I won't do it.
I'll call the police. You can't make me do it. No! Nnnnnnooooo!'
Chico shrugged. 'You may not like our gang at first. But after you have got to know them better you will curse the day when you will have them no more.'
Nancy went pale at his brutal words, knowing instinctively that he meant every one of them. Inwardly she cursed herself for having left herself open to this trap. She never should have tried to deal with the ruthless street-gang leader who for all of his ignorance in a civilized way of life, could outsmart most men on his own turf. Now she had no choice but to go with these horrible hoodlums and hope that somehow, some way, she would find a means of escape.
'I'll go get dressed,' she whispered numbly.
'Just put on your coat and shoes,' Jose instructed. 'This is a – how do you say – come-as-you-are party!'
Flushed with shame, Nancy went to the closet and put on her raincoat and a pair of shoes. She pulled the belt of the coat tight around her, so that it gave at least the impression that she was dressed, although the material felt strange against her bare skin.
When at last she was ready, Chico removed her wallet and keys from her purse and Jose steered her toward the door. Nancy's heart stopped as the cruel gang member withdrew a vicious-looking switchblade knife from his pocket and snapped it open. 'One false move between here and the car, chica, and you're dead!' he warned her as they started out the front door to the car.
Chico had brought another Morro along to drive, in case Nancy gave them any trouble, and so he and Jose both got into the fur-covered back seat with Nancy. Maria started to follow. 'You get in the front with Esteban,' he ordered her.
'Hey, Chico, when are you gonna pay me for what I did?' the petulant brunette demanded. 'You told me after we got the chica.'
'Yeah, yeah, later,' he muttered. 'Don't bother me now. I'll give it to you when we get to Salvador's house.' He closed the door to the car and as soon as Maria was settled in the front seat, the big Chevy eased its way out into the street.
'Now,' Chico began once the car had reached the freeway, 'I think we start warming you up for the party our Morros are throwing for you.
What do you say, Jose?'
'Warm her up? Chico, let me be the first,' he replied with a gleam in his eye.
'You do what I want,' the soft-voiced Cuban informed Nancy.
'Okay, cunt,' he said to Nancy, shoving her roughly over onto the floor. 'Open up your raincoat and show us your pussy!'
Crimson with shame and embarrassment, Nancy unbuttoned her raincoat, opening the front of it so that the naked front of her body was visible to the two men sitting on the seat. Jose wanted to be able to observe every nuance of her responses as she got horny.
