Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

"Now just walk around a bit," Billy commanded harshly. "I want the fellas to see what ya got that they can't get. But be nice about it, they been without it a bit too long."

Ellen shuddered and drew back from them, trying to bring herself to run to the door of the kitchen but somehow she was frozen in her tracks with a fear that increased as she watched the three men slowly rise from the mattress. Ellen pulled close to Billy and looked up into his cold expressionless face for some reassurance, but it didn't come. The men were coming closer now and she found herself trembling as the lewdly fascinated group shambled forward, the obscene glare of their vision clamped vise-like on her nakedly shivering young body.

Billy had done nothing to ward the three men off. He just sat impassively in his chair while they began their lust-incited appraisal of each curve and soft dimple of her body, gaping with unadulterated admiration and animal-like lust at her luscious fullness of her breasts and the soft-downed blush of sparse blonde pubic hair curling between her legs.

"Jesus Christ," Cash breathed, almost in a groan. "That is really something."

Vito stood only a few inches from her, his beady eyes glazed over with a film of lust and his tensed mouth working spasmodically. It was all he could do to keep from rushing the young girl again, and he seemed to struggle to avoid raising his arm to fondle her softness in his hand. Vito knew that this would be fatal, as Billy still had claim to her as gang leader, but he would wait until the opportune moment, if that moment ever came, and then he would vent all of his hate and passion and would show Billy and the other men just what kind of a man he was.

"There ain't no reason you got to hold us off like this, Billy," Pop said, rubbing the palms of his rough fat hairy hands together, as his eyes followed the smooth contours of her body from the lust curve of her ripely upthrust breasts to the smooth fleshy contours of her hips and thighs.

Billy stood up from his chair, exulting in his power to tantalize the other men with this young captive who was his and his alone. His strength seemed to know no bounds, and his arrogant authority shone through his bright blue eyes that seemed to revel in the control he held over her and the others. Slowly the imprint of a contemptuous smile began to curl over his lips.

"Now I know you fellas need a little pussy, and I sympathize," he said, smirking viciously at the men. "And I plan to make it so you can have the chance to get her fair and square."

"That's what we been talking about ever since she was brought in here," Cash exclaimed, covetously running his eyes down the long smooth arc of Ellen's hips to the long curve of her tanned perfectly formed legs.

"Then, what I suggest is a gentlemanly game a' craps," Billy smiled. "I win, and you gotta pay me from the loot we get after the job – but if I lose then she's all yours."

"You know that ain't fair, Billy," Pop said, raising his voice in weak protestation. "Everybody knows you're a champ at craps."

"You play the game if you like the idea. Remember it's you three against me. All I do is roll the dice; you all call my bets." Billy laughed, and poured the glass Ellen was holding half-full with whiskey again.

Ellen pulled the whiskey glass up to her lips and took a long deep sip. She just couldn't believe what was going on around her! Here she was about to be used as stakes in a dice game, and she had absolutely nothing to say about it! The thought of being gambled for as though she was some kind of slave girl in an Arab market place sent strong spasms of revulsion through her stomach. There was no turning back now, and she could only pray to the Gods of chance that Billy would be lucky or conniving enough to retain his power and control over her.

"I-I can't take it," she mumbled, almost incoherently to Billy. "Wh-what is going to happen to me?"

"You just keep your little ass quiet and everything will turn out just fine, honey," Billy said, his voice sounding slightly irritated with her.

Ellen sat back and sipped nervously from the glass of whiskey, feeling the clammy tingle of self-degradation and fear creep over her again. She was almost at the point where she would beg, grovel, or do anything possible to escape from the three men; but some final vestiges of pride remained. Although she knew that total subservience to Billy was her only choice at this point, she vowed to herself that at the moment when either of the two evils was forced upon her, she would at least have some remaining sense of her female dignity still intact.

"All right," Cash shouted, full of expectant excitement now. "I'm ready. But what do we use as money until the loot gets here?"

"Just take some pieces of paper and rip 'em up and we'll use 'em as stakes for the time bein'," Billy answered, picking up a piece of newspaper from the floor. He tore long even shreds of the paper and placed them on the top of the table, one pile in front of each of the escaped convicts who counted their share as though it were real money.

"And if we win, we get to do what we like with her, is that right?" Cash asked, gazing at Billy with a pleading look in his eyes.

"That's absolutely kerrect!" Billy asserted. "Just gimme the bones, and we can begin."

Pop reached in his pocket and brought out a pair of worn-looking dice and placed them in Billy's outstretched hand. Billy dropped the cubes on the table several times, then seized them and threw them back into Pop's face.

"Goddamn, Pop, you sneaky old bastard," Billy shouted contemptuously at the old man. "Snake eyes every time. You guys got any dice that ain't fixed?"

Cash tossed a pair of his own on the table, and Billy shuffled them around a few times, finally satisfied that they were good.

"I get the idea that I'm in on this, Billy," Vito's jackal-like voice suddenly sounded out. "I can get some of it too, can't I?"

Billy looked up, obviously gloating in his self-assurance and the sense of power that he held over the thin-lipped young man who was practically begging in front of him.

"You get a slice of the cake, of course you do, Vito," Billy said slyly. "But it ain't gonna be anything important. You just might do a little eating, understand?"

Vito slunk back from the table, a cruel hurt look apparent in his dark eyes. Ellen watched him carefully out of the side of her vision, fearing that Billy might provoke him beyond the point where Vito could take any more of the gang leader's vicious jibes. It was obvious that Billy was glorying in the salacious glances the others were casting at her nakedly white body, and it seemed as though he wanted to extend his domination over them as far as he could under the opportune circumstances.

While the men rose and went to the opposite side of the room, Ellen began clearing away the table. She watched for a moment as they bent a few feet from the wall, and she took the dishes into the kitchen. After she had set the dishes in the sink and returned to the living room, Billy made her drink from another glass of the whiskey. She had now consumed nearly three glasses of the strong-tasting liquid, and although it made her feel somewhat light-headed, it was preferable to the horrible fainting feeling she experienced when they looked at her so obscenely. She needed something to shield herself from the shocks that had been assaulting her mind and body all evening, and though she usually found drinking distasteful she now welcomed each additional glass of the warm liquid he made her take.

The craps game was going at a slow pace. Ellen didn't quite understand the rules they were following for tossing the dice, but she could see by Billy's worried expression that things were not proceeding as he had planned. He would toss the dice against the wall, and it appeared that the three men would bet on the number of dots that came up. She noticed several times that when both dice came up with two dots face up on each cube the men would scream out "snake eyes" which seemed to mean that Billy had lost that particular toss. But when Billy tossed the next time and came up after the first throw with a combination of seven or eleven as a total number, the men looked disappointed. However, this did not happen often. Usually seven came up after the initial throw, and Billy would curse and snarl at the dice almost as though they were alive.