Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

"That's okay," a gruff, rasping voice told her. "You ain't gonna need them clothes, girlie."

Gina moaned with surprise and whirled to face the speaker, grabbing up her shirt as she did so and gathering them up before her. She saw a dirty, ragged creature, stubble faced and ugly, standing before her. The man held a small black pistol and it was aimed straight at her. He grinned, an expression which betrayed absolutely no humor, and pocketed the pistol.

"Come on," he said. "We're having a little meeting inside and you're invited. Matter of fact, you're gonna be the guest of honor, maybe! Drop them clothes, girlie; don't mess around with me or I'll bust your stupid face!"

"But… but I don't have anything on!" she whispered, clutching the clothes all the harder. "You don't understand, I don't… oww!"

The man had jumped forward, moving as quickly as a striking rattler, and had backhanded her across the cheek. Her ears rang and her eyes watered as he ripped the clothing from her hands and tossed it aside.

"Kiss my ass, them's a great set of knockers you got there!" he exclaimed. "Shit, no sense in hiding tits like them! Come on, damn you, get your ass in that cabin or I'll loosen some teeth for you!"

Gina forced back the sob that threatened to burst from her throat and began walking toward the cabin. For a moment she hoped that Pete would have seen the man and be prepared to leap upon them as they entered but she quickly saw that this would not be possible. As they stepped through the doorway she saw him backed against the far wall; a burly, evil-looking man stood in front of him with another pistol at the ready.

"I got that chick here, Eddie," the man behind her said. "And some kind of babe she is too!"

"I'll check her out in a minute," the other man replied. "Here, Sandy, hold the iron on this dude while I tie him up – he looks like he might want to start playing hero."

Pete did indeed have that role in mind. When the man handed his pistol to Sandy, a tall, extremely busty blonde with very short hair, Pete leaped away from the wall and attempted to throttle his captor. The man called Eddie was waiting for this: using the pistol, which he had never released, he swung it in a backhanded arc that brought the barrel squarely against Pete's temple. He fell to the floor and lay there silently.

"I was hoping he'd try something like that," Eddie growled. "It'll be easier to tie him up this way anyway."

He pocketed his pistol and took down a length of cord from a nail in the wall. In less than a minute he had pulled Pete's hands behind his back and had wrapped them with cord, fastening the ends with a sturdy knot.

"Shit, why didn't you just waste him?" the blonde complained. "A piece of lead in the gut, that'd take a lot of the piss 'n vinegar outta him!"

"You stupid bitch, that all you can think about?" Eddie grunted, not even looking at the woman. "You think a piece of lead can fix everything, huh? Like that old biddy you wasted back at the bank?"

"Hell, she seen us!" the blonde whined. "You want them cops gettin' a description of us?"

"How do you know they ain't got one already?" Eddie rasped. "To go along with the murder rap they got now?"

"Shit, don't blame it all on me!" the blonde snapped, dropping her apologetic air. "You're the one that burned that guard, don't forget!"

"So all right, shut up about it, hear?"

Gina had been left out of the conversation and she took advantage of the opportunity to examine the group who had invaded the cabin. There were two men and while she would have ordinarily been hard pressed to decide which was the more repulsive, Eddies casual blow to Pete's head had earned him that honor in her estimation. The man at her side was certainly no better looking, though he did not have the rubbery paunch that swelled out Eddie's front, but he had a cold, cruel look in his eyes which suggested that he could be quite as vicious if given the slightest opportunity. The blonde, Sandy, wore an absurdly tight pair of hip huggers and a halter top. She had a cheap, sleazy look about her, notwithstanding the generous proportions of her breasts, and she too looked as though she had been dragged through a brushpile. There was one other woman, a tiny, elflike creature with long, jet black hair and a distinctly Latin look about her. She had a cute, childlike face but the eyes were weary and bloodshot, as though she had been looking at the world's corruption far too long.

"You're the people who held up that bank yesterday or whenever it was," Gina suddenly said. "You killed two people in doing it!"

"That's right, girlie, Eddie Felton's the name. This blond babe here, that's Sandy and that's Joey Gee there behind you. The spic chick there, she's Chato, she says."

"You got a name?" Joey asked, prodding her in the ribs with a finger and making her jump with surprise.

"Gina. Gina Bellardi."

"Uh, a wop? Hey, that's okay," Eddie beamed. "I always dug wop chicks. You got the makings for some spaghetti 'n meatballs?"

"No," Gina replied. "How about Pete? His face looks bad."

Eddie turned to the prostrate man; a trickle of blood ran down his cheek from a cut on the temple.

"Fix him if you want, I don't care," he said with a shrug. "You a nurse or something?"

"No, I just don't like to see people hurt," Gina replied.

"Hey, that's a laugh," Sandy sneered as the girl went over to the water bucket and dipped a cloth into it. "How come you're all worked up about that cat? He been banging you?"

"Certainly not!" Gina snapped. "He's… just a friend, that's all."

"Sweet Jesus, what does it take to get between them legs of yours?" the big blonde asked. "A goddamned wedding license?"

"I don't sleep with every man I see," Gina muttered, leaving little doubt of her doubts about Sandy's selectivity or lack of it.

"Eddie, we oughtta learn that bitch some manners," Sandy grumbled. "Or maybe just waste her now. Christ, I don't wanna stay here long enough to learn her nothing! How long you reckon we gotta stay here in this dump?"

"Till the fucking heat wears down a little," Eddie told her. "You dumb ass, you wanna go traipsing around out there and let the fuzz pick you off? Go ahead! Just forget where you left us, huh?"

"Wake up, Sandy, didn't you see them helicopters buzzing around?" Joey added. "Holy shit, they must have the fucking army out!".

"All that for a lousy five-thousand bucks," Eddie said, sniggering when Gina looked up with surprise. "Yeah, that's all we got outta that dump, girlie, five fucking thousand. And then that old guard decided he wanted to be a hero and I had to waste him and this weirdo bitch here, she blows the head off an old biddy walking outside the goddamned bank. Jesus, what a fucked up operation that was!"

"I… I'd heard that the woman was a brunette," Gina observed, having stanched the flow of blood from Pete's head.

"Sweet fucking Christ, didn't you never hear of a wig?" Sandy asked, directing a scornful look at the girl. "Shit, you put on a wig and some shades to hide your eyes and nobody could tell you from anybody else."

"Like hell," Joey said with a leering grin. "How many other chicks are stacked like you, baby?"

"Not many and you better fucking well know it!" Sandy crowed happily.

"Ooohh!" Pete moaned.

He tried to sit up and Gina pressed him back to the floor.

"Just lie there," she advised. "You've taken a hard knock; take it easy for a while."

"No, I feel pretty good," he said, opening his eyes and looked around. "Ah, it's them! They came in one me this morning; before I could do a thing I was looking at a couple of pistols."

"That's all right," Gina told him. "They're used to this sort of thing, it looks like."

"You better believe that," Sandy chimed in. "Shit, I was turning tricks when I was fourteen! You know who was the first guy that gave me a ten for sucking his cock? The goddamned principal in my junior high school, that's who! And you better believe that you didn't carry bread around that damned place without being ready to fight for it!"