F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume Two

"How much… give her… in that… coffee?" Pete.

Their voices cut in and out. She yawned.

"Enough… sleep… until we get to… Salome…" Jeff's voice.

"… Hurt her… will it?"

She was missing whole words and sentences, now. It was terribly hard to concentrate. They seemed to be talking about her. Something in the coffee? Sleep…? Her eyes closed. She couldn't keep them open.

"Last one… we had… one hell of a lot of… fun…" Jeff, again.

Deep sleep was overtaking her, but something seeped through her consciousness: they p-put something… in the coffee… t-to make me s-sleepy! God… can't stay awake… got t-to get out of here… g-get away!

Her regular breathing told the two men in the truck cab that she was sound asleep… knocked out… drugged!

Jeff looked back at her and reported, "She's out like a light! Damn! I can hardly wait!"

"We'll have to… now!" Pete reminded.

"Yeah, I know… Remember, now… she's supposed to be your wife!"

"No sweat!" Pete said, grinning lewdly. "I'd sure as hell rather crawl into bed with her than with the old bat I'm married to!"

"She's damned nice!" Jeff agreed.

He leaned into the sleeping compartment and fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, opening it halfway to her waist; then he slid his hand inside to fondle her breasts. "Damn!" he breathed. "Young and tender… just the way I like them!"

Down below, his penis jerked to attention and bulged out in his pants. "Christ! She's a gorgeous looking little piece of tail!"

"No free samples, yet!" Pete kidded.

Jeff turned back to face the road. "Just a little preview, is all!"

The two-truck caravan rumbled through Blythe. Since their cargo was not produce, there was no entomological inspection by Arizona Agricultural Inspectors, but they were waved into a truck weigh station several miles further on down the highway.

A Highway Patrolman, a member of the weighing team asked about the woman sleeping in the sleeper.

"My wife…" Pete lied easily. "She conked out on us… said she wasn't feeling too good…"

"What seems to be wrong?"

"She's about six weeks along… and her stomach's kind of squeamish!" He laughed. "You know how it is…?"

"Pregnant…?"

Pete grinned, lewdly, "Knocked-up solid!" he said.

"Well… just let her sleep, then… we won't bother her," the patrolman said, agreeing, tacitly, to bend the regulations, slightly.

Vaguely, Charity was aware that they had stopped. She had to get out of there! Her muscles wouldn't respond. Call out for help! Dear God! I–I need someone… anyone… t-to help me! She couldn't form the words to call out! She was absolutely helpless.

Then, they were moving, again, and the hypnotic roar of the engine, the whine of the tires and the gently rocking motion of the truck as it sped down the highway, combined with the drug in her bloodstream to keep her fast asleep.

She was not aware that the trucks stopped one more time in a turn-out at the side of the road while the four men conferred.

Jeff told them, "We've still got to have a good reason for stopping… otherwise the boss'll be on our backs!"

"All right, but what?" Brad asked.

"A tire's easiest…" Jeff said. "Just let the air out of one of the inside duals… it'll take at least two hours to get it off and back on!"

"Where…?" Pete queried.

"Salome… We'll check into a motel, then bring her in!"

Charity awoke, groggily, to find herself lying on a bed. The ceiling swam into focus, first, then gradually, the room began to take on substance and outline; finally, she could assess what her senses told her: she was nude on the bed. The four men, drivers and co-drivers of the two trucks were in the room with her. Jeff sat on the edge of the bed, nearest her, a glass in his hand, smiling, lewdly, down at her nakedness. Brad sat on the foot of the bed smoking a cigarette. Lounging at ease, just taking a long draught from his glass, Pete sat in a gaily upholstered chair. Matt sat on a straight chair leaned back against the wall.

"She's waking up!" Jeff warned.

"Christ! It's about time!" Matt commented.

Her eyes fluttered open wide, then, and she looked around the room, alarm and fear surging through her. All four men were watching her, avidly.

She struggled to sit up. "Wh-What…?" she managed, a scream rising to her throat.

Jeff's hand went tight over her mouth. He hissed down at her. "Not a peep out of you!"

Rolling her head from side to side, she tried to escape his restraining hand; then, as she tried to use her hands to tug his hand away from her mouth, her wrists were seized in dual, stronghanded imprisonment.

"Hold her, tight!" Jeff grunted.

Charity heaved up against him, lashing out with a knee at the same time. Likewise, now, her ankles were grabbed and held in strong hands. She lay spread-eagle, held immobile by four men, Jeff's hand still clapped, tightly, over her mouth.

"Now, you little bitch!" Jeff panted. "We're not going to hurt you… unless we have to! We're just going to have us a little gang fuck… with you!"

She tried vainly to escape their tight handholds on her.

Jeff went on, "No use to try to get away! Now, all you have to do is cooperate! Make up your mind to that… and you'll be all right! You know what we want!?"

Charity stared in disbelief up at him, her eyes pleading for mercy. My God! F-Four of them!

"You understand what I'm saying?"

Her head wagged in the affirmative, and he added, "All four of us are going to gang fuck you… one way or another… and whether you cooperate or not!"

Desperately, she thrashed arms, legs and head, in another futile attempt to gain her freedom. They held her tight and let her struggle against them for several moments.

"Goddamn… we'll have to tie her and gag her!" she heard Matt say who was holding one of her legs.

"Okay! Bitch! You asked for it! Tie her up… and get something to gag her with!" Jeff ordered.

Pete's voice, now, louder than the others, gained their attention, "Christ! Fucking a woman that's tied up isn't much fun! You don't know yet whether she'll cooperate or not… ask her… then let her answer! She can't answer with your hand over her mouth!"

"Okay… go ahead, smart-ass… ask her, yourself!" Jeff grunted.

"Listen, doll," Pete said, close to her ear, "you know what's going to happen to you, one way or another, don't you?"

Charity shook her head up and down, tears glistening in her eyes. She knew! The prospect frightened her, beyond all reason, but she didn't want to be tied up. That was even worse!

He went on, "If we don't tie you up… will you play ball with us… don't yell… or try to make a break for it!"

It was a minuscule alternative. No matter what she did, what she agreed to do… or not do, she was going to be subjected to the sexual desires of all four of them… at the same time! My God… how could I ever do it? Four men… at the same time… i-it would k-kill me! Then, one of the men — it must have been Matt, she decided — ran his hand, gently and sinuously up her thighs, and, unerringly, drew a moist finger through the coral furrow of her loins, parting the lightly curling, auburn pubic hair to find the softly pulsing bud of her clitoris. The sensuous contact caused her to jerk her hips away and writhe them down into the soft mattress. Unwanted sex thrills flashed through her, instantly, and she knew the answer she must give. Her head moved up and down in the affirmative. If it has to happen, anyway… I don't want to be t-tied up and g-gagged…

"Take your hand off her mouth!" Pete told Jeff.

Her mouth was freed. She licked her lips and looked up at the circle of faces above her. It was then she discovered that they had prepared for this; the bed had been dismantled and the mattress lay directly on the floor.