Bertram spun about and, with a closed fist, he slammed a hard blow into Mindy's wet cunt.
'Owwww!' Mindy cried out as she doubled over and fell to the ground.
'Get back in the car and wait!' Bertram shouted.
'Okay, okay,' she muttered as she picked herself up and limped back to the car. Mindy knew better than to push the issue. Bertram was a nasty bastard when he was in a bad mood. She didn't want to take a chance on getting him too angry with her.
As she staggered painfully to the Cadillac, she passed Malcolm Reams who strode forward, carrying a shovel and a tire iron. She smiled lewdly at Malcolm and said, 'Have fun, donkey-dick.'
Malcolm grinned lewdly. 'Believe me, Mindy, I plan to have plenty of fun.'
With that, Malcolm walked to the killing ground. He could hear Sally's pitiful moaning. Then he saw Bertram standing over the tormented teenager, whipping her brutally with the birch branches. Bertram was breathless and weary, but that didn't stop him from raining blows on Sally's tits, and ass and cunt.
'Take that, cunt!' Bertram cursed as he whipped her naked, writhing body.
Sally bit back her tears, determined not to show Bertram that she was in agony. She would not give him that perverse satisfaction. But her body was on fire. The birch whip slashed across her nipples and pussy-lips. She flinched and moaned with pain, but she did not cry.
Malcolm strode forward and grabbed Bertram's wrist as he prepared to slash the wretched young girl again. 'Take it easy, boss. You're gonna wear yourself out,' he told Bertram. 'Take a breather. You can't lose control. You're the boss, Mister Havermeyer. Mindy and I count on you. Relax while I dig the grave, then you can go at it again. Look, I brought you a tire iron. You can ream out her asshole with it later. Before we bury her.'
Bertram smiled lewdly. 'Thanks, good buddy. Always thinking about your boss, aren't you? I'll see that you get a nice, big bonus for that.'
'Thanks,' Malcolm said. 'I'd appreciate that. I'm gonna go to work now.'
'Dig it deep, Malcolm. A nice deep grave for our little redhead.'
'Will do, boss,' Malcolm replied with a nod. As he passed by Sally's prone, tortured body, he looked down at her and winked.
'I hate you!' she shouted. 'I thought you loved me, but I was wrong. You're no different from the other two. You're a prick.'
'Shut the fuck up, cunt!' Malcolm cursed as he leaned down and slapped Sally. Then he leaned down and whispered, 'Trust me, honey.' Then, he strolled off with the shovel in his thick fist.
Sally didn't know what to think. What did Malcolm mean? He had told her to trust him. She was hopelessly confused. Why should she trust him? She felt like she was going mad. Her brain was working overtime, and she soon passed out from sheer mental exhaustion.
Still half asleep, Sally felt a cold, hard object slicing in and out of her wet cunt.
'How do you like getting fucked by a tire iron?' said Bertram Havermeyer, who jacked off his hard cock as he slid the tire iron in and out of her pussy. His eyes were glazed over with lust.
'W-what are you doing!' Sally cried. Then she looked down and saw the tire iron slicing in and out of her pussy.
'Nooooo!' she wailed. 'You can't do this to me!'
'Can't I?' Bertram hissed. 'Who the fuck's gonna stop me from fucking you with a tire iron?'
'I am!' came Malcolm's deadly serious voice. He stood behind Bertram, legs spread apart, his bare chest, his muscles rippling and slick with perspiration.
'I'll be through with the bitch in a minute. Then we'll kill her and be gone,' Bertram said to Malcolm.
Malcolm's heavy fist slammed into Bertram's face with the force of a locomotive.
Bertram Havermeyer was knocked out cold. Sally shouted to Malcolm. 'Take this ugly tire iron out of my cunt!'
'Will do,' Malcolm replied, and slipped the tire iron out of Sally's juicy cunt. Then he bent over and kissed the girl on the mouth, a passionate kiss that made Sally's pussy drool with cunt-nectar. 'I told you to trust me. Everything will be okay now. Don't worry about a thing, my loved one,' Malcolm said tenderly.
'I love you, Malcolm,' Sally cooed. 'Fuck me, please.'
They fucked with wild, reckless abandon, writhing about on the ground. Malcolm's monstrous prick was buried balls-deep in the girl's hot, wet pussy, and she savored the wondrous sensations that pulsated in her clit. She was on fire. Her cunt and clit spasmed and her seething pussy rippled with erotic delight. They weren't just fucking. They were making love! Sally was overcome with lust and desire. His prick felt so hard and big in her hot, tight cunt. She writhed about beneath the big man, savoring his powerful, pummeling cock-thrusts and loving the way that he sucked her tongue into his mouth. 'Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast!' she pleaded. 'Oh, God! This is beautiful, Malcolm! Fuck! Fuck my needy pussy! I love you!' She felt her orgasm coming on. It crept up on her and extended in her well-fucked cunt. Her frenzied passion was totally out of control.
'Ohhhh! Oh, yes!' Malcolm shrieked as he came. His thick load of jism flowed through his prick and saturated her cunt, filled her pussy with an abundance of cum.
They climaxed together, and both Malcolm and Sally were so close at that very moment of powerful orgasm that they felt and heard identical sensations and sounds. They felt as though they were lost in a crazy-quilt of passion; they heard the sound of a loud explosion – an explosion that sounded like a gun firing.
The next sound they heard was the voice of Bertram Havermeyer. 'You tried to fuck me over, Malcolm!' he shouted angrily. 'Nobody fucks over Bertram Havermeyer. Nobody! Especially not a muscle-bound, stupid, dim- witted asshole like you, Malcolm. You're a brainless fool with nothing to show but a foot-long cock. Now both of you get up and start walking. I'm sure Malcolm dug a grave big enough to accommodate the both of you.'
They stood peering down into the deep hole in the ground. Sally clutched Malcolm's big hand and felt brave. She would not cry. She would not beg Bertram Havermeyer to spare her. She looked up at Malcolm, who stood bravely, his chest thrust forward, his jaw firmly set, his menacing eyes focused on the figure of Bertram Havermeyer.
Bertram stepped back, being cautious, afraid to get too close to the hulking man. He aimed his revolver at Malcolm and smiled with self-satisfaction. 'Any last words?' he asked.
'Nope!' replied Malcolm. 'Rot in hell, you bastard!' shouted Sally.
'Fine. Say goodnight, Malcolm,' Bertram quipped as he pulled the trigger.
Bang! The sound of the gun firing tore through the sultry night air. The revolver flashed, but Malcolm stood firmly.
'What the hell!' exclaimed Bertram. He had fired straight at Malcolm's chest. He couldn't have missed at such a close distance.
Malcolm smiled. 'Try again, boss!' he taunted the confused man.
Bertram squeezed the trigger again. Bang! the gun exploded. Malcolm stood firm, smiling. Sally looked totally confused.
Bertram fired three more times, pulled the trigger again and was distraught to discover that his six-cylinder revolver was empty. There were no bullets left. And Malcolm still stood there, unharmed, his arms crossed, his eyes beaming brightly.
'Didn't you know I was Superman? You can't kill me, Bertram. Not unless you have some Kryptonite with you.'
Bertram stared wide-eyed, shocked. 'It's crazy! I'm going insane!' he cried as he threw the gun to the pound.
'Well, then, I guess we'll have to take you to the nut house, Bertram,' Malcolm said matter-of fact. 'You've lost your marbles, boss.' Malcolm strolled forward, and Bertram freaked. He ran on trembling legs, stumbling and tripping through the night, with Malcolm in hot pursuit. He tripped and fell, striking his head on a rock. He was knocked unconscious.
Mindy came running to the scene. She was shocked to see Malcolm and Sally standing over Bertram's body. 'W-what's going on?' she stammered. 'I heard shots. I thought you guys had killed this little bitch!' she exclaimed, pointing a finger at Sally.
'The boss is a bad shot,' said Malcolm with a wide grin. He reached out and gripped Mindy's wrist, pulled her forward and threw her to the ground next to Bertram.
'What's going on here?' she demanded.
