that guy's throat that's threatenin' you – even if he shoots the dog, it gives you a chance to get outta trouble while he's doin' it.'
'Well, they better be housetrained, is all,' Willy said. 'I don't wanna be shut up in a chopper with a pile of dog crap for the time it takes to get to the airfield.'
'Better housetrained than you, wouldn't wonder,' Jake said acidly.
'It still gets me, though,' Jerry said wonderingly, 'that any guy would come up with all that money just for some lousy stamps an' old coins.'
'Well, if Miles is sucker enough to do it, what the fuch,' Willy said cheerfully. 'Eat up yer stew, Miss Avalon – got somethin' hot to go in the other end pretty soon now.'
'We gonna draw cards again?' Jerry asked.
Jake nodded.
'Do I get to draw too?' Doris asked mildly.
'This is for cherry-bustin,' Willy said. 'You ain't got the equipment, baby – or do you have one a' them dildoes stashed away for the nights you need your twat filled up?'
'Fingers I have,' she told him. 'You think I couldn't do as good a job with my fingers as you could with that oversized piss hose you're so proud of?'
'So what the fuck?' Jerry shrugged. 'If she wins, it'd be a gas to watch, huh?'
'Ahh – broads Is gettin' their fingers bloody alla time,' Jake said. 'Gropin up their twats for tampons every month an' all that filthy crap.'
Doris smiled at him sweetly.
'You just don't really like women, do you, Jake?' she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.
'Below the waist only,' he snarled.
'And preferably below the knees,' Doris added under her breath.
Conversation lapsed while they finished the stew. Sally found that she was much more relaxed than she expected. She was even looking forward to the events that were to come – after all, everything else had turned out to be quite enjoyable, once she had got used to the idea…
'Aces high?' Willy asked when they had moved into the living room and he had picked up a rather worn pack of cards.
Nobody disagreed.
Jake snorted with impatience when Doris insisted on drawing, then sneered when she revealed a three of clubs.
Jerry produced a six of hearts.
Willy got the king, and a broad grin of lecherous anticipation spread over his face – to vanish abruptly when Jake tossed his card onto the table: the ace of diamonds.
'You shoulda said aces low,' Jerry jeered at him.
'Ah, shaddap,' Willy snarled.
'We gonna warm her up some first?' Jerry suggested.
Jake shrugged.
'She's got a real nice eatin' pussy,' Jerry went on dreamily. 'An' I wouldn't mind a slice for dessert.'
'So eat her,' Jake said. 'Just keep your prick outta her cunt, that's all.'
'Likes gettin' her butt plugged too,' Willy put in. 'You didn't try that, Jake.'
'I got her cunt, Willy – you ain't gonna talk me outta that,' Jake said coldly. 'Shove your own cock up her asshole again if you want.'
'Save it for that twat,' Willy said. 'I guess I get to go second, huh – with the king.'
'Get on an' eat her, Jerry, if you're goin' to,' Jake said. 'Don't get her too steamed up, though – I want her to feel this cock slicin' in there-if she's dry she'll feel it a lot more than if you go gettin' her all drippin' with that slippery cunt juice.'
'Shit, if you want her dry,' Willy said, 'you better not lay a finger on her – she's gotten so fuckin' raunchy since we started teachin' her about sex education, she starts drippin' if you even look at her juicy little twat.'
Sally began to feel alarmed.
Jake said:
'Okay. I want her dry.'
'Ain't much fun in that,' Jerry said dubiously. 'Havin' a broad squealin' an' jumpin' around when you shove it in her is what makes it so good.'
'Shell squeal an' jump if it goes in dry,' Jake said with quiet certainty. 'She's got it comin' to her. You two can make it all up afterwards – get her as drippin' – juicy as you like. I'm gonna give her somethin' she'll really remember.'
'How you gonna do it?' Willy asked, his eyes alight with lewd speculation.
'I'm thinkin' about it,' Jake told him. 'Cunt, get up an' walk around, some – let's take a good look at you.'
Sally meekly stood up, and self-consciously began to pace the length of the room, while the three men surveyed her with lecherous concentration. Doris watched with a pensive expression, as though trying to work out a way to lessen the ordeal planned for Sally.
'Her tits jiggle about so nice,' Jerry commented. 'So do her butt cheeks – an' that cute patch of hers is all so fluffed up an' soft-lookin'!'
'Skin's so white,' Willy said, as though noticing It for the first time. 'You never go in the sun much, huh, teach?'
'I burn easily,' she said. 'I don't tan – I just get red and sore and start peeling'
Jake licked his lips nervously.
'You'd like it if we warmed you up before you get your twat split, huh?' he asked suddenly.
'I – well – yes,' she said hesitantly, mistrustingly.
'Okay.'
He stood up, 'Wait right here,' he said, and went out of the room.
They all waited in silence, mystified.
When he returned, he carried four pieces of the thin rope that had been used to tie Sally's hands and feet when they had first put her into the car.
'Oh, no!' she cried, In sudden panic. 'Don't tie me up – please don't tie me up!'
'No, huh?'
'Please!' she begged.
'If I don't – will you do just what I want you to do-just what I say?' he demanded.
'I – I – y-yes – '
'Okay.' He tossed the ropes onto the coffee table. 'But you'd better stick to that.'
She nodded. The thought of being tied up while he subjected her to whatever he had in mind filled her with a panic that was worse than the prospect of pain.
'Okay, cunt,' Jake said briskly. 'You remember how Jerry had you in that chair when he was fuckin' your ass?'
She nodded.
'Go an' get yourself In that way again.'
Obediently she went to the armchair and crawled onto it, assuming the cramped position with her buttocks presented as a high, vulnerable target.
Was he going to penetrate her from behind? she wondered. Or did he intend to use her rear hole first, after all? Why had he wanted to tie her up?
She heard the rustling as he unfastened his pants. and she tensed a little, expecting to feel his rigid cock plunging into one of her unprepared holes. She tried to get her juices going by rapidly recalling some of the enjoyable things that had been done to her -There was a whistling, swishing sound, and she shrieked with pain as a streak of fire slashed across the cheeks of her buttocks. She scrambled upright in the chair and swiveled to face him. He stood with narrowed eyes, dangling his belt from one hand.
'You said you wanted to be warmed up, cunt,' he said, with a tight, humorless grin. 'Now get your ass back up there, or I'll tie you down an' really let you have it – more places than just your fat butt.'
