Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

"Hell, maybe they're some kind of religious nuts," Joe suggested. "You know, like them monks and nuns you read about in grade school?"

"Religious nuts? They're the worst kind!" Sandy snorted derisively. "I seen them creeps in action – they're praising Jesus with their mouth and copping feels with both hands! And horny? Some of them cats would fuck anything that had a hole in it!"

"Let it go for a while," Felton ordered. "We got a lot of time and we can check it all out later on. Right now, Chato, why don't you get over there and put your ass to work making us some food? Man, I could eat a horse!"

Felton's order – it was decidedly not a request or suggestion – brought agreement from both Joey and Sandy. Chato obediently went over to the small camp stove Pete had set up and got to work. Within a short time she had put together a meal which, if it did not arouse her companions' enthusiasm, at least quickly disappeared into their mouths. Pete and Gina lay quietly in their places, completely ignored by the robbers. Pete tried a few surreptitious wiggles, testing the strength of the cords and knots holding his wrists; he found that he had been tied very securely indeed.

"Not bad for a spic," Felton grunted, pushing away his empty plate and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, honey, you keep hanging in there and you might be worth something after all. Worth something besides just being a good fuck, I mean!"

Chato said nothing to that; evidently she was accustomed to Felton's semi-derisive remarks.

"I'm still curious about that dude," Sandy remarked, turning slightly and looking down at Pete. "Chato, why don't you clean up these dishes and things and then you 'n me can check him out? We'll just see what makes the ranger tick!"

Gina shuddered when she heard that remark. She was not certain what the big blonde had in mind for Pete but she knew that it would be nothing good. It was clear that none of them had the slightest regard for her or Pete and she could well believe that they would both be dead within a very short time. If only they could hang on until Friday, she thought, the ranger bringing the week's supplies to Pete might somehow be able to rescue them from the perilous situation facing them. Even that was not much of a hope, she had to admit; after all, what could one man do against two? And especially when those two were supported by a hard, vicious, cruel creature like Sandy? Try as she would, Gina could not see a great deal of hope in her future.

Sandy waited impatiently as Chato washed the dishes and pots they had used for their breakfast. She made no attempt to assist the girl, nor did either Joey or Felton make any gestures toward helping. Sandy kept her eyes alternating between Gina and Pete; both of them were intensely aware of her calculating gaze. Felton and Joey smoked and discussed their future plans in a low voice which Gina could not overhear.

"All through?" Sandy asked when Chato left the pots and dishes. "Yeah, good job, honey. Damn, I'm starting to be glad we picked you up! It's nice, having a chick around to do all the shit work! Come on, kid, let's see what the ranger boy has to offer us. Here, get them jeans off him – we want him bare assed!"

Pete would not assist them in stripping off his jeans so Sandy reached into the pocket of her hiphuggers and brought out a wicked-looking switchblade. Flicking it open and exposing a glittering blade, she leaned over him and prepared to rip the jeans open.

"Sure hope you don't try to move real quick," she muttered with a dry chuckle. "I'd hate to make a soprano outta you before your time! Ahh, there we go, just rip 'em off the rest of the way!"

Working together, they quickly divested Pete of his jeans. When he writhed about on the floor of the shack, Sandy snarled angrily.

"Sonofabitch, you'd think we was trying to kill you!" she grunted. "Okay, if you wanna be that way we got the medicine for you, you stuck-up cuntlapper!"

She found another length of cord, sliced it in two, and directed Chato to tie one of his ankles to the corner post of the bunk.

"I'll tie the other one to this crate of junk," she muttered. "Yeah, that's good enough to hold him. Now let's see you get outta that, damn your bushy face! You keep on acting up like this and I'm gonna pinch you right in the middle of that beard of yours!"

"Oh, wow, that's put him down!" Chato giggled.

"Can't never tell, might bring him up," Sandy corrected her. "Hell, I knew this freak in Minnesota, he really dug it! Yeah, it really got his balls to boiling for me to squat over him and kiss and pinch him! What the hell, he was willing to pay fifty bucks a shot for it. Easiest money I ever made!"

"This guy, he wouldn't dig that," Chato predicted. "Wow, lookit the balls on him! Man, you just know them nuts has gotta be loaded with hot juice!"

"Yeah, and dig the cock," Sandy agreed, reaching out to fondle it. "You're down now, old prick, but Chato 'n me, we're gonna bring you up like nobody's business!"

With that, she rose to her feet and tugged off the halter top masking her breasts. She flung the garment aside and preened herself, rubbing her palms over her large crimson nipples and cupping them under the huge mounds so that they jutted out even more prominently.

"What're you looking at?" she asked, noticing that Gina's eyes were on her breasts. "Hey, you one of them gay girls? You wanna lick my titties? Maybe you're one of them muff divers I heard about – wanna eat my pussy? Shit, I don't care, honey; I'd as soon feed it to you as to anybody else!"

"Good God no!" Gina gasped, averting her eyes and shuddering with disgust. "Don't even mention such things!"

Sandy hooked her thumbs into the elastic ribbing at the top of her hiphuggers and pulled them down. Gina could not avoid looking: at first she stared curiously but then, seeing something which attracted her attention, her eyes narrowed with greater interest. Sandy had a cord, evidently a piece of plastic clothesline, knotted about her hips in a highly unusual way. The piece of white cord circled her waist completely; a second piece, knotted to it in front and rear, dipped down between her full, fleshy thighs. Noting the girl's look of interest, Sandy laughed and came closer to her.

"Just a little gadget I fixed up some years ago," she said, lifting one foot and placing it on the edge of the bunk in such a way that she opened her thighs almost completely. "See what it's good for.”

Although she felt a deep sense of disgust at herself for betraying an interest in anything about the woman, especially something that gave every indication of being obscene, Gina could not help looking more closely. She saw that the piece of cord running between Sandy's thighs had been knotted in the middle; the knot, a mass of loops and turns the size of a walnut, was positioned so that it rested squarely between the lips of her pussy.

"It's a little reminder," Sandy added after a moment. "Just a way of keeping the kettle on a low boil, you might say. See, I had this old geezer who was paying my rent a few years ago – he figured it out and paid me extra to keep it on almost all the time. Every time he gave me a feel, see, and found it there he slipped me an extra five! Feels pretty good most of the time – sort of like having your own cock shoved up your cunt all the time!"

"Incredible!" Gina gasped, appalled at the woman's blatant sensuality. "I wouldn't have believed that anyone could be so depraved!"

"You got a lot to learn," Sandy sneered, unfastening the cord and pulling it from between her thighs. "Here, have a sniff of the knot – maybe it'll tell you something about what a nice hot cunt's like!"

Giggling with sadistic glee, Sandy draped the cord over Gina's face. The girl frantically moved her head from side to side in an effort to escape the filthy thing but could not; Sandy crowed happily as she dragged the knot over Gina's tightly compressed lips.