Heather (3 page)

Brushing away the tears with the back of her hand, Heather hesitantly crossed to them but stopped just out of reach. Willy shook his head, “You wearin’ panties?” The color rose to Heather’s cheeks. She nodded. “Take ‘em off,” Willy said.

Heather noticed Sam move the rifle so that it pointed at Tom’s feet. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. “Now, you’re learnin’,” Willy said. “Give ‘em to Sam.” Still keeping her distance, she reached out her bikini panties to him. Laughing, Sam lifted them up then pressed the crotch to his nose.

“Ahhh, ain’t nothin’ smells as good as young pussy!” He handed the panties to Willy.

Grinning, Willy sniffed them, “You got that right. Only thing better than the smell is the taste of young pussy juice.” He crooked a finger at Heather. “Get over here, bitch.” She glanced at the gun which was still pointed at Tom. Willy parted his legs and pointed between them. Fearfully, Heather stepped closer till she stood before him, her head bowed. “Now, hike up your skirt and sit your bare ass here,” he pointed to his thigh.

Not raising her head she said, “Please, oh, please, don’t…”“ All Sam had to do was raise the rifle slightly. Quickly she lifted her skirt and sat.

“Now, put your arm around my neck,” Willy said. She looked at Sam who grinned at her and nodded. She put her arm around Willy’s scrawny neck. Willy tapped her knee.

“Spread,” he said. “We want to see your cunt.”

Tommy gripped the shovel tighter and started toward them. Sam’s finger pressed the trigger. The bullet hit the shovel blade knocking it out of Tommy’s hands. “The next one’s gonna blow your fuckin’ balls off!” Sam shouted. “Pick up the fuckin’ shovel and dig.” Willy’s claw-like hand rested on Heather’s knee. He squeezed it. Tears coursing down her cheeks, she pulled back her skirt and parted her legs.

“Goddamn!” Sam exclaimed, “this just gets better and better. Her cunt’s shaved bald as a baby’s ass!”

Willy laughed and winked at Sam, “You first,” he said. Grinning, Sam reached across to rub his index finger along Heather’s crease. He did this several times feeling her moisten before sliding it into her. She cried out. Again Tommy” took a step toward them but seeing that Sam still had the gun pointed at him, went back to digging, keeping his head down to avoid looking at them. As Sam’s finger slid in and out of Heather, Willy began to fondle her breasts. Her nipples stiffened. “I think the little bitch is gettin’ hot,” he said.

“Yeah, her cunt’s juicin’ up real good,” Sam chuckled.

“You like what Sam’s doin’?” Willy asked. “You like Sam fingerin’ your pussy?”

Heather shook her head violently, “No, no, please…please stop,” she pleaded.

Willy took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and twisted it causing her to cry out. Still pinching her nipple, he leaned close to her ear, “Say you like it, bitch. And speak up so’s we can all hear.” He dug his fingernails into her distended nipple.

Heather gasped and fought to catch her breath, “I like it,” she said, “I like what he’s doing.” A hot wave seemed to travel from her breasts to her crotch. Although she struggled against it, she felt herself becoming more and more aroused. Saying the words made it worse, made it more intense. She could feel an orgasm building.

Both Willy and Sam were aware of what was happening. Willy leaned close to her again, “Ask me to lift up your tee so I can play with your bare titties,” he said.

She didn’t respond right away. Willy’s hand moved to her other breast. Sam rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion. Willy pinched her nipple, but gently this time.

She felt her breath coming faster. Tommy had stopped digging and was staring at them.

She didn’t seem to notice him. “Say it,” Willy repeated.

She looked at Sam and back at Willy, “Pull it up,” she said, “pull up my tee.”

“Then what?” Willy winked across at Sam.

“Touch them. Play with my bare…my bare breasts.”

“Let me see ‘em,” Willy said.

With her free hand, she pushed the tee up and over her breasts and bowed her head. She watched fascinated as Sam slid his thick middle finger into her. When he withdrew it, he held it up. “Look at that!” he shouted, “Drippin’ with pussy juice.” Willy was fondling her bare breasts and squeezing her nipples. Sam moved his big hand slightly under her and began teasing her anal opening with his wet middle finger. The size of his hand enabled him to probe her opening while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She felt herself beginning to dissolve into feelings she’d never experienced. It was as if there were just the fingers of these strange, grotesque men touching her nipples and pussy and anus. She whimpered as Sam pushed his middle finger into her anal opening. Willy grinned. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?’

She could barely speak. She started to shake her head. Sam lifted his thumb from her clitoris. “Yes,” she gasped. He began to masturbate her again and move his finger inside her anus. With one hand Willy toyed with her nipples. With his other, he turned her to face him and pulled her head down toward him. Groaning, she pressed her parted lips against his and slid her tongue into his mouth. Sam thrust his thumb into her pussy and buried his finger in her ass as far as it would go. She bucked and humped and cried out over and over. Her orgasm was immediate and violent and lasted a long time. Still trembling and weak she draped both arms around Willy’s neck and leaned her head against his shoulder sobbing uncontrollably.

After a few moments, Willy grabbed her hair and forced her to face Tommy who had dropped the shovel and stood watching horrified. “Tell him to fuckin’ dig,” Willy said.

Through her tears, Tommy was a wavering blur. “I…I can’t,” she rasped.

Willy pushed her from his lap. She sprawled on the ground at their feet and quickly pulled her tee down to cover her breasts and tugged at the hem of her skirt before burying her head in her arms. Her sobbing was interrupted by violent shudders that coursed through her body. Willy and Sam ignored her. “I think we got us a hot one,” Sam said.

“Yeah, that’s for fuckin’ sure,” Willy replied, clutching the bulge in his pants. “We give her what she needed. Tonight she gonna repay the favor.”

Sam smiled, “Not just tonight.”

Willy nodded, “We got her for a whole fuckin’ week before she goes to L.”

Sam pointed the gun at Tommy. “Dig faster you piece of shit,” he yelled. He turned to Willy. “What was it the doc said, ‘You boys do part one of the trainin’, the basic stuff. L knows how to teach her what she got to know’.” He scratched his balls. “Yeah, the little bitch gonna be a lot changed by the time L delivers her to the doc.” Sam stood and stretched. “Old doc’s been waitin’ a long time for this one.”

“Twenty fuckin’ years or thereabouts,” Willy said.

Vaguely, Heather realized they were discussing her but their words seemed slurred and distant. The memory of Sam’s fingers in her openings and Willy’s hands on her breasts and the foul smell of him and the rancid taste of his mouth caused her stomach to turn, but at the same time she felt this new strange wave of heat wash over her body and recalled, with fear and shame, the explosive intensity of her orgasm.

The hole was now big enough to hold their belongings and the tent. Tommy had stopped bleeding except for some blood that still trickled from his broken nose. Willy kicked Heather’s foot, “Did you put the cell phones in that pile?”

Without looking at him she nodded, “Yes, in my purse, they’re both in my purse.”

“Wallets? Drivers’ licenses? I.D.?”

“All in my purse,” she said.

Sam had gone to the saddle bags on one of the donkeys and taken out a plastic gallon container filled with gasoline. After Tommy had thrown everything they owned into the hole, Sam emptied gasoline over it and threw in a match. Tommy quickly stepped back. Heather crawled away from the sudden burst of flame. After ten minutes the flames had diminished. Nothing was left of their belongings but a pile of ashes. Willy handed Tommy the shovel. “Cover it up,” he said. “We got a long way to go.”“

Chapter Three

Sam led Heather and Tommy back to where the donkeys were grazing. From a saddle bag he took two dog collars and two vinyl wrist ties. Willy, carrying his rifle, joined them. Roughly, Sam spun Tommy around to face him. “Put your hands together in front,” he ordered. He tied and locked one of the bands around Tommy’s wrists. He then secured one of the dog collars around Tommy’s neck and slipped a small lock through the “D” ring and snapped it shut. He did the same with Heather. After he buckled the collar, he ran his rough hands over her breasts. “You got kind of smallish tits but they stand up good. I like that.” Willy chuckled. Then he took a twelve foot length of thin rope from his saddle bag, looped the end of it through Tommy’s collar and tied a knot. He nodded at Willy who pointed the rifle at Tommy.

Sam took out his hunting knife and with a swift sure motion cut Heather’s skirt from the waist to the hem. It fell around her feet. She spun around but before she could protest Sam slapped her hard across the cheek. He quickly put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her to a kneeling position. Willy pulled an object out of the saddlebag and handed it to Sam who held it up before the girl.

“Know what this is?” She turned her head away and said nothing. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back so she had to look at him. He was angry now, his eyes hard, his face flushed, “Listen to me you fuckin’ wiseass bitch,” he shouted, “keep givin’ me shit and you’re gonna be spittin’ out teeth like your husband did.” He held up the black anal plug. “This gonna stretch your asshole so it can take our dicks.” He turned toward Willy, “The dumb fuckin’ bitch should be thankin’ us. If she ain’t stretched we gonna be rippin’ her up.” He handed Willy the anal plug. Still holding Heather by the hair, he pushed her down so her face was between his shoes. “Lift your ass up,” he shouted.

Willy leaned over her and spread her ass cheeks. “My…my,” he chuckled. “Now I say that’s one sweet lookin’ rosy ring.”

“Let her alone you bastards!” Tommy lunged toward them. Willy turned and rose to meet him. He smashed his nose and swollen lips with the anal plug. Tommy staggered backward, the blood spurting from his face again. Heather tried to turn around but Sam held her fast.

Willy shook a fist at Tommy, “You do that one more time and the hole you’ll be diggin’ will be your grave.” He turned back to Sam and Heather. He spit on the anal plug and roughly shoved it into her opening. Her scream was muffled as Sam pushed her face into the dirt. Willy ran a six foot length of the rope from the front of Tommy’s collar to the back of Heather’s collar.”

They pulled the two young folks to their feet and fastened the free end of the rope to the saddle horn of the second donkey. Mounting up they started, single file, down the overgrown trail; Willy on the lead donkey, Sam on the other one, five feet behind him with the rope attached to her collar and her hands tied in front of her was Heather. Last in the line was Tommy, a length of rope connecting his collar to Heather’s.”

Willy turned to look back at them and chuckled, “That boy’s got the best deal. He can watch her sweet bare ass wiggle.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, the dumb fuck husband gonna be lookin’ at the end of that butt plug and thinkin’ about what’s gonna go up his bride’s virgin ass when it comes out.” Both men laughed.

As the sun rose higher the mountain shade disappeared. After two hours Tommy’s lower face was stiff with caked blood, his jaw throbbed with pain. His broken nose caused both eyes to blacken. Heather’s tee was soaked with sweat and it ran down her cheeks. Her legs were growing heavy with exhaustion. She tried to wet her lips but her mouth was dry. With each step she was painfully aware of the anal plug pressing against the sides of her rectal passage.

At the end of the third hour, Willy and Sam dismounted in the shade of a stand of pines but ordered their captives to wait in the sun. Willy took a quart water bottle from his saddle bag and drank before passing it to Sam. He grinned at Heather. “You thirsty, bitch?”

Heather nodded, “Yes, please,” she rasped.

“How about you, Tommy boy?” Tom tried to speak but couldn’t. He nodded his head yes.

Willy crossed to stand before Heather and held out the water bottle. When she reached her cuffed hands up to take it, he jerked it away and laughed. “Got to earn it,” he said. “How about you say, ‘Please Mister Willy feel my hot wet cunt’.” Sam slapped his knee and laughed.

Heather’s eyes blazed. “Go to hell,” she said.

Willy went back to sit in the shade with Sam. Together they finished the bottle while Heather and Tommy stood in the blistering heat watching. Sam held the bottle upside down and shook it before throwing it away. “We still got two hours to travel and it’s gonna get a lot hotter,” Sam said. “There’s another bottle in the saddle bag.” He stood and faced Heather. “It’s up to you, bitch,” he said. She didn’t answer. Both men prepared to get back on the donkeys. Heather glanced back at Tommy who was pleading with his eyes.

“Wait,” she said. Willy turned and went back to where she stood. She bowed her head, “Feel me,” she said.

“Them ain’t the right fuckin’ words.”

She thought for a moment, “Please, Mister Willy, feel my....feel my cunt.”

“Them ain’t exactly right either but they’ll do.” Sam tossed him the water bottle.

Willy moved close and placed his hand over her crotch. She gasped as he slid his middle finger into it. Her legs trembled. She suppressed a groan. “Damn, baby, I think you could cum again right here tired as you are.” He removed his hand and extending the finger, held it up for Tommy to see. “Look here, boy. Your wife’s still hot and juicy.”

He gave her the bottle. She had trouble holding it with her cuffed hands but with Willy’s help managed to drink, taking long swallows feeling as if she could drink the entire quart. Water dribbled from her mouth and down the front of her tee. Before she’d had enough, Willy took it from her. He motioned toward Tommy with the bottle. “Do you think your shit for brains husband can hike for two more hours without water?”

Heather turned to look at Tommy who seemed ready to collapse. “No, oh God no,” she said. She turned back to Willy. “Please, he’s lost so much blood. Can’t you see?”