Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

Cash knelt on the floor and watched Billy toss the dice. He smiled exultantly as his leader's losses piled up. Cash was not only slowly whittling more and more of Billy's money away from him, but was betting the other two men on what numbers might come up… and he seemed to be winning there besides.

After two and a half hours of intense play Vito rose, and growling something incoherently, he threw the remainder of his stakes on the floor in disgust. Ellen breathed a sigh of relief at this turn of events. At least she needn't be bothered with Vito any more this evening; yet the game between Cash and Billy, with Pop still betting, was growing close and more intense.

Each throw of the dice seemed to send up those glittering snake eyes that took on a more evil quality as Ellen tried to concentrate her will on making Billy's luck run better. But it was impossible. Billy was now drinking heavily, even though Ellen tried to down most of the liquor in the glass he had poured for himself, and Pop and Cash seemed to sense his growing impatience, and they played it for all it was worth. At one point, Ellen got up with the liquor bottle tucked in hand, intending to go into the kitchen and secretively dilute the whiskey with water. Cash's watchful eye caught her as she was about to disappear into the next room, and silently she turned around and seated herself again at the table. The game went on. Billy drunkenly pushed his glass next to the bottle, bidding her to refill it, and with a growing sense of anguished helplessness, Ellen obeyed his command.

The shapes of tables and chairs and dice throwers was growing quite hazy, and Ellen had difficulty focusing on the movement of the players crouched down on the floor in front of her. If she could have her way she would drink the whole bottle of whiskey in order to send herself into complete unconsciousness, but the truth was she couldn't. The men had carefully kept their eyes on the bottle knowing full well what her intentions had been. They were not going to let her get away with blotting out their actions from her mind if they got hold of her – and at this point it looked like they just might succeed in winning her away from Billy. Now she had become nothing more than an exalted pawn in a dice game that had turned into a play for power among four desperately gambling escaped convicts whose main purpose in life had been and still was to dominate and destroy every defenseless being that came within their grasp.

Ellen leaned back in her chair and took another long sip at the glass of whiskey, almost forgetting her own nakedness as she concentrated on the game going on before her. But now as the dice continually came up craps, snake eyes or box cars for Billy's first throws and sevens after he had established a point, and as Cash gathered in more and more slips of paper she became aware of her nakedly defenseless flesh open to all four men's view.

"You about to call me on this one, huh," Billy said coldly. "Well, just try it." His expression changed as Cash immediately covered his bet.

Vito and Pop who both were now out of the game shuffled forward to see what would happen next, and Cash sat silently watching as Billy's hands trembled slightly as he gripped the dice for a final throw.

"We'll make a break in the game," Cash said, hardly able to conceal his glee. "I say you're about to crap out on this throw." He pushed a bundle of paper slips toward the center. "Crap out and I get the girl. Don't crap out and you win enough to play a little longer."

"Man, you got some kinda nerve to be pushing like that," Billy said, seeming to regain his confidence.

"I got all kinds of nerve," Cash said shortly. "Luck's with me tonight, you can see that plain as daylight."

Cash stood up confidently from the floor and passed his eyes from Billy's hand to Ellen's smoothly curved body that stood defensively close to Billy. He smiled expectantly as he surveyed every inch of her voluptuously tensed young figure that seemed to be unaware of its own provocative nakedness, then he glanced back at Billy who was still shaking the dice in his cupped hands. "Man, get a move on, I think I got a little appointment with a lovely lady over here."

Billy shifted his weight, looking back at Vito and the other two men who faced him with anticipation, their leers of expectant triumph dissolving as he regained his arrogant confidence momentarily; but as he turned back to face the wall, they broke into knowing smiles again. "Here goes your ass, Cash," Billy hissed and tossed the dice sharply against the wall.

"Goddamn!" the chorus of voices went up in unison as the dice turned up with Cash's predicted craps glaring directly into Billy's face.

Silence reigned in the room for several interminable seconds as Pop, Billy and Vito looked worshipfully down at the dice which had conformed to Cash's incredible prediction. Then Cash slowly rose up, and took a deep gulp as though he had crossed some important threshold in his life and there was no turning back.

"Jeezus, would you look at that," he said in a deep throaty voice. "This little old piece of ass is gonna get it tonight! Yes sirree, Cash is gonna give it to her good, and, fellas, you're gonna watch this stuck up little prissy enjoy it like nothin' she ever had before."

"It don't mean a shit to me," Billy lied, rising from the crouch he had been kneeling in for the past three hours. "It just means somethin' off my back. But, you take it easy on her. Remember, we wanna let her outta here, so she looks like we didn't do nothin' to her."

"Look here, part of the deal was I get to do anything I like, ain't that so, Pop?"

"He's absolutely right, Billy. You can't go back on nothin' you already said," the old man reminded, grinning from ear to ear. "As a matter of fact, I gotta make up for some lost time myself, fifteen years to be exact."

Billy began moving towards the three men, his face grimacing in anger and his fists clenched in a combative position, but halfway across the floor, he threw his hands up in the air in resignation. There was nothing he wanted less to do than stir the men up to the point where he could control them no longer. They had gotten to where they had really begun to enjoy the challenge they had presented to him, and there was no use risking his position as gang chief on something as foolish as a cunt, no matter how young and voluptuous she might be.

"Hey, baby, don't look so damn shook up, you're gonna like this, much better than you ever liked anything before, don't you understand that?" Cash said, his harsh Florida accent cutting through the silence. "But first you gotta get us a little warmed up, if ya know what I mean."

Ellen stood open-mouthed before the men, still standing close to Billy where she had frozen when the final dice had been tossed, but moved forward when Billy dug his elbow into her side in a gesture of rejection.

"Listen, honey, you pour us some more whiskey," Cash continued. "There's another full bottle in the kitchen."

Ellen moved quickly toward the kitchen, feeling the harsh glare of Cash's eyes burning through her back as she withdrew from her position of protection close to Billy. Her naked thighs and round smooth buttocks swaying unintentionally as she turned to the door brought out a deep groaning sigh from the men that resounded lewdly through the room, and Ellen felt a cold sensation of fear shoot through her spine just as she approached the kitchen sink.

"Man, oooowwweee! Look at them ass cheeks swing. Am I gonna get my rocks off on that sweet lil piece of pussy tonight," Cash said vulgarly.

Ellen found another full whiskey bottle beneath the sink and she immediately opened it and drew it to her lips, taking long deep gulps without stopping. Another rush of fear scurried over the paleness of her skin, but was gradually replaced by a lightheadedness induced by the whiskey she had just taken. She tried to focus her mind on ways to escape from the next attack on her humiliated body from Cash, but no solution came. She just couldn't stand the idea of the stocky, vicious looking criminal running his hands over her naked body and skewering his penis into her – especially as she recalled how she had been treated in the back of the truck, yet she saw no way out. She might drink the entire bottle of whiskey – that would be a slow way of committing suicide, yet she knew she would become sick before she finished half of it. Getting sick would be a good way out, and she anticipated a nauseous feeling as she gulped from the bottle again, but it didn't come. She was lost. Bob probably had assumed she had walked home from the beach party after their argument and her mother had gone to sleep hours ago, and wouldn't miss her until sometime this morning. Her mother would think she had stayed the night at a friend's house, and by the time she discovered something was wrong it would be too late…