Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

began to form a stain. Debbi knew she 'would have to clean that stain, but that was no matter for concern to the girl as her heart began to slow down, and the muscles in her body relaxed. Cleaning that stain of fuck juice would be a happy reminder that she had earned her keep.

"I can't believe you've only been fucking a month," Rollo cackled, his prick covered with their combined juices, but now shriveled to a harmless size.

"If you were nice to me, maybe I'd be even better," Debbi commented She would have liked to cut the bastard's balls off and hand them to him. He was so vain. He acted like he was a stud or something. To Debbi, he was only a prick satisfying a need.

"Shit. You eat. You ain't frozen' your butt out there," Rollo reminded her.

"I cook and clean and for what? This shitty room and food that's more garbage than anything…

"You got complaints, take 'em to Rex," Rob said, not wanting to argue with Debbi. He wanted to keep on good terms with Debbi so she'd let him fuck her without making a stink. She could be a real bitch when she wanted to.

Debbi got up to cook supper. Rex and Ronny were dope dealers on the side, as well as occasionally doing day work. Rollo sucked a little cock for the high rollers down on the Gold Coast. It made him some easy money and he could also roll a faggot carrying a bankroll. Debbi suspected that little of the money ever got back to their group kitty. But she had managed to lift six hundred in the short time since she'd been there. Mostly from selling dope she'd ripped off from the three pounds of grass they had stashed in the

closet. It was supposed to b~ for personal consumption,,but it was top quality and the college kids were willing to pay a good price for it. And the way the three men went through grass, they weren't about to miss the shortage.

Debbi attended an art class in the evenings three nights a week. She had always dreamed about being an artist, and several high school teachers had told her she had talent. And the teacher of the class was very nice to her and complimented her on her work. She had even invited Debbi up to her apartment and had given her a card which Debbi kept in her purse.

The teacher, Cindy Foules, was in her early twenties. She had a strange way of looking at the girl which Debbi did not fail to notice. The look was one that made the blood in Debbi's crotch heat up, as if her pussy immediately knew that the woman would take really good care of it. Making out with another woman might be fun. Debbi had done some experimenting with a girlfriend in high school, but that had just been fooling around. For the moment it could be forgotten.

Rex and Ronny looked troubled when they returned. Neither of them seemed interested in supper. Their conversation frightened Debbi, and when she saw Rex put three guns on the table, she drew back from them.

"It's a rip off. But how did I know?" Ronny asked, apparently pleading his case to Rex.

"Those guys are fuckin' escaped cons. They do a deal for Kelso and now he thinks we ripped him off. Those fuckers will come lookin' for us, sure as shit," Rex explained excitedly. When Rex was scared it was a serious situation.

"I ain't lookin' for trouble," Ronny said.

"Bullshit! We've got to hit them first," Rex

declared, reaching into his pocket to pull out some bullets. He loaded the thirty-eight and told Ronny to do the same with his smaller caliber weapon.

"It's too damn risky," Ronny said nervously.

"We've got to do it or we're dead," Rex said. His eyes briefly studied Debbi's body, now that she'd dressed in a halter top and cut-off jeans. Sandals kept her feet off the cold, bare floor. Then Rex looked at her face and smiled. She gave a faint smile in return.

"Okay. What about Rollo?"

"Rollo, here's a twenty-five," Rex said, throwing a gun that looked like a toy to folio. "Use it if you have to. Anybody but us gets blown up, hear?"

"Right," Rollo agreed, fondling the piece. Rex and Ronny left quickly without saying goodbye. Debbi knew tat she wouldn't see them again.

"Wait," Debbi called after them, but it was too Late. Cursing and a struggle erupted in the hail, then shots could be heard. The house itself was isolated far enough away from the others near it to prevent anyone being roused by the noise. Privacy had its price.

"What the fuck!" Rob shouted as the door flew open and a man came in shooting. Rollo didn't get off a shot. He fell dead to the floor. There was nowhere for Debbi to run. They would surely kill her, for now another man joined the first. But the second man merely cackled and put the gun down on the table. The gleam in his eye told Debbi they were interested in something that she had to offer. She found out what it was in a hurry.

It happened so suddenly that Debbi couldn't escape. The man who grabbed her was Eddie Canto, a mental patient and a murderer. Eddie

charged her and in a continuous motion pushed her down to the floor. He snarled in hot lust at his fallen victim, easily capturing a softly muscled arm and wrenching it cruelly behind her back. The action caused Debbi to cry out in pain. Her knees were scratched in the fall to the floor, and sheer terror overcame her as she suddenly realized that both men were on her now.

The other man was also an escaped mental patient, a sadistic murderer named Andy Wills.

"Please, I've got nothing to do with them. Let me go," Debbi managed to squeak, feeling that she could reason with these two men before they carried their intentions any further.

"You're going nowhere, bitch. You were theft whore and we want what they were getting," Eddie said, spitting the words at her in a harsh voice. He feared and hated women and was capable of enjoying them only when they were helpless, secured, and most unwilling. Young Debbi was all of these.

Eddie's hot breath stank of whiskey and cigarettes as he forced his Lips down on those of the helpless girl. She tried to draw her head back, but his hands pulled at her long hair until the pain held her motionless. She let him push his tongue against her mouth, then opened it. She was repulsed by his saliva and the feel of the slimy appendage within her mouth.

Eddie squeezed her full breasts through the flimsy covering the halter provided. He drew his mouth away from hers to afford himself a closer inspection of her tits. Eddie gave a groan of appreciation as the girl's tits amused his already hot body. The feel of the teenager's fits turned him on, and his cock was hard and eager in his pants. Debbi could feel it pressing against her stomach

and she fully understood that they intended to rape her. Perhaps even worse.

"Oh, please! No! Someone help me! NOOO!" Debbi screamed, Struggling in a heroic effort that seemed to further excite her two assailants. Though neither had any fear of her shouts being heard, her behavior aggravated them.

"Shut up, you little whore!" Eddie shouted at the struggling girl, slapping her face with an open palm. The sensation of power pleased him and he repeated the motion. An ugly welt formed on her soft, white cheek. The taste of blood in her mouth was warm and frightening, and it momentarily silenced the girl.

Andy now had both her arms in ~ painful grip behind her back, now that she had risen to her knees. Debbi was certain he would gladly break them if necessary.

"She's a nice fuckin' piece of meat," Andy commented, biting the soft flesh of her squirming neck. "Get them fits into view. Let's see them beauties.

Eddie laughed and ripped the thin strap of her halter. Immediately, the tits wobbled free. The sudden sharp pinch of the straps breaking caused her to wince in pain. Eddie rubbed his sweaty palms over her naked tits, finally forcing them together so the nipples were only an inch apart. The light-brown areas, about the size of a half-dollar, hardened under the cool air. Eddie laughed and lowered his head. He licked and chewed at the sensitive, erect tips.