Suddenly there was an unmistakably loud sharp knock on the front door. Kurt tried to ignore it. It couldn't be Bill and Birdie already! It's not time for them to be here yet! But then, again, he might have lost track of time. He'd better answer it.
'I'll be right back, honey,' he said reluctantly, getting up and pulling on his shorts.
A moment later, Stacey struggled to a sitting position as she saw the three men marching Kurt back into the bedroom at gunpoint, and a terrified scream came piercingly from her terror-distorted mouth.
'Oh, Goddddd! Kurt! Kurtttttt!'
'Keep her quiet!' Watson barked.
Instantly, Steve Torrance was there on the bed with her, his hand clamping down hard on her mouth to stifle her long, drawn-out shrieks. 'Shut up!' he hissed into her ear. 'And you won't get hurt!'
Her naked body squirmed in the blond man's grasp, and he was aware of how soft and smooth, warm and womanly she was. Damn! She's really something! His eyes swept over her with lewd desire. Christ! He would sure love to sink his aching-cock into her pretty cunt!
Begging with her eyes; she stared up into this good-looking blond young man's pale blue eyes, and saw the rave desire there, and she knew, somehow divined, what he was thinking. My God! He's going to rape me! 'Promise me you won't scream any more… and I'll let you go,' Steve bargained, 'Otherwise… we'll have to tie you and gag you… understand?'
She shook her head in understanding, and he released her; then she looked up to see her brother, Kurt, who stood helplessly watching while a repulsive, thick-set man held a pistol on him.
'K-Kurt…' she whined, 'What's… going on?'
Trying to remain calm, but helplessly enraged, her brother ground out, 'They… they're taking over!'
'Who… are they?'
'It doesn't make any difference who we are, lady! You just keep your mouth shut, do what you're told… and everything will be okay!' the dark-haired man with the gun growled, not really looking at her.
Jimmy Buckley came into the room then, having made a quick inspection of the rest of the cabin. In his jacket was a carving knife he had picked up in the kitchen, just in case. He didn't know what was going to happen with Jack Watson and his death-dealing pistol, but the words get rid of the man kept drilling through his brain.
But his first glimpse. of the woman sitting up in the bed, honey blonde hair disarrayed, terrified eyes looking around at them like a trapped animal, her body all mounds and curves and sculpted alabaster-white flesh that he knew would be smooth, soft, and warm, was like a stabbing pain in his loins. God damn! She's beautiful! He had to have her!
'Come on!' said Jack Watson. 'Let's get this guy outside!' Jimmy and Steve knew what Jack had in mind, and they didn't know what they were going to do about it. Giving Kurt a push, Jack Watson roared, 'Get going, buddy, we're going outside for a minute!'
Kurt was panic-stricken. He couldn't move from the spot. He knew that he couldn't just go and leave his sister in here alone, and he sensed somehow that once he was outside he would probably never return.
'Move it!' shouted Jack, louder this time, shoving the butt of the pistol hard into the small of Kurt's back. 'Or I'll blow your stinkin' head off!'
But Jimmy Buckley didn't want to have any more murders on his hands. Moving quickly now, he lunged at Jack. With his left hand, he smacked Jack's pistol arm down as hard as he could, and simultaneously with his right he stuck Jack with the carving knife in his barrel chest.
'Crackkk!' the pistol went of resoundingly, and, involuntarily, Stacey heard herself scream loudly again. She was sure Kurt had been killed, but in fact the bullet had passed through the floor of the bedroom.
'Get the gun, Steve!' shouted Jimmy as the burly Watson seemed to freeze, openmouthed, as the gun slowly began to fall from his hand.
Steve snatched the pistol gingerly and stepped back quickly, pointing the pistol at Jack Watson now.
A look of utter and mute amazement seemed plastered onto Jack Watson's rapidly paling face. His body stiffened and blood gushed in spurts from his chest, where the knife was still stuck. Jimmy Buckley stepped backward, horrified by what he was seeing. Then Jack seemed to come to life, running wildly through the house in a last burst of dying energy, hitting the front door and running down the drive, screaming, 'Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeef!'
But he couldn't get far. About fifty feet from the house, as Jimmy and Steve and Kurt watched through the open door, he fell, rolling, to the edge of the drive. Still kicking in his dying throes, his body began to roll down the steep precipice that bordered the drive. Then, at the bottom of the ravine, he was silent.
'Good God! You've killed him, Buckley!' exclaimed Steve.
'I didn't mean to kill him, man…' said Jimmy woodenly. 'I just didn't want him to kill anyone else. I didn't figure he was going to die.' Jimmy tried to feel guilt over what he had done. But in fact he felt relief.
'Listen, we've got to tie this guy up,' said Steve finally, turning to Kurt, who was still staring open-mouthed at the body of Jack Watson in the ravine. 'Shut the door and bring him inside!'
Jimmy did as Steve suggested, and soon Stacey Jones's older brother was tied and gagged in a kitchen chair.
'Well, what are we going to do now?' Steve finally asked Jimmy.
Chapter 8
Jimmy Buckley held on to his chin for a moment as she considered things deeply.
'I think we ought to take their car and head for the border as soon as we can They've got food here we can take with us, and they won't be looking for their little Plymouth with two guys in it. Their phone is cut and it's a mile to the nearest place, so they won't be able to turn us in before we're long gone.'
'Well, we don't have to leave right this minute, then, do we?' asked Steve, once again turning his attention to Stacey who was drawn back in the bed, plucking at the bedclothes to cover her nakedness. ''because right now, I'd like to take a few minutes to fuck the piss out of this beautiful little cunt!'
Now both men's eyes were raking over her body lustfully. Steve Torrance began taking off his clothes, tossing the garments aside carelessly.
'Well,' said Jimmy reluctantly. 'She sure is beautiful, I must admit.'
Steve had already made up his mind. 'What's your name, honey?' he smiled at her in an awkward attempt to put her at ease.
'Stacey,' she murmured. Dismally, she shot a look at her brother, Kurt, tied helplessly in the chair. She saw that his green eyes were wild, like those of a trapped animal; his muscles worked, rippling under his skin, as he tried to free himself. She was alone with these two virile men… and there was nothing she could to stop their lustful designs on her body. She was going to be raped… and she might as well resign herself to it!
Torrance was slipping off his shorts to stand there beside the bed completely naked, and try as she might, Stacey couldn't help looking at him, her eyes locking onto the spearing penis that stood out, stiffly hardened and pulsing with lust, from the hairiness of his loins. Her eyes widened with new terror as she saw the enormity of it.
Coming to the bed where she sat cringing on the edge of it, Torrance reached for her, but she drew back, turning and crawling to the center of the bed, her eyes darting desperately toward her immobilized brother 'God, no… please? Don't touch me!'
'Your lover's no help to you, baby!' he told her, crawling up beside her and taking her solidly into his arms. 'So you might as well make up your mind that you're going to be fucked! I haven't had a woman as beautiful as you in quite a while!'
Roughly, he forced her to lie stretched our. beside him, as his hungry mouth capture her soft lips, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth as it burst through the barrier or her teeth. She hated it… hated him, as she recoiled and attempted to roll her head aside. but he held her tight and close; pressing ii against her warm, white thigh below, she felt the rampant hardness of his penis, long and throbbing warmly. Ugh! He's horrible! A criminal!
Then the black man, Jimmy, the one who had killed the other, lay down beside her, too on the other side, and
