Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

"Okay, okay, we all know you had an underprivileged childhood," Eddie sneered. "Spare us the tears and crap, huh? Now look, let's get some things straightened out right away and maybe it'll save us all some sweat."

He pulled a cigar from the breast pocket of his jacket and stuffed it into his thin-lipped mouth. His eyes roamed over Gina's lusciously curved nakedness before he resumed his speech.

"The first thing," he said to Pete, "is you. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Pete hesitated a moment and then gave him his name, along with a short description of his job. Felton then asked about Gina and Pete told how she had materialized out of the wilderness. Gina added that she had left some of her friends far to the north and had struck out across country on her own. Felton digested the information for a moment and nodded slowly.

"All right, ranger, when do you get together with your buddies?" he asked. "They don't leave you here alone all summer, do they?"

Pete again hesitated but then he explained how he had to call in to headquarters at noon every day. Felton went over to the transceiver, picked it up, and glared at it for a moment as if he expected the instrument to give him away at any moment.

"Bust the shitty thing!" Sandy urged. "Christ, them creeps'll be listening in on us and calling up and who knows what all!"

"Shut your mouth," Eddie told her. "They can't listen to us without somebody here pushing one of these buttons. What's the matter with you, don't you know nothing but shooting and fucking? And what's gonna happen if they call up and don't get no answer, huh? They'll just blast up here and see what's wrong, right? So we don't bust the little gadget – we let it be and when it's time the ranger boy here can work it. And he'll work it right because I'm letting him in on a little secret right now – the first time I see a cop anywhere around here I'm gonna put a slug right in the middle of his girlfriend's belly! I'll put it where she'll take a long time kicking off and I don't think he'd want that to happen!".

Gina felt a cold finger run up and down her spine when she heard Eddie's threat. Even though she had never seen him before she instinctively believed that he would shoot her as casually as hr would squash a fly.

"He's probably serious," Pete told her. "So you'd better not try anything risky."

"You know it," Eddie promised. "Now what about the rest of it? You gotta get food and stuff up here; how about that?"

Pete explained how a ranger brought a week's supplies up every Friday in a pickup. Felton's piglike eyes sharpened at that, seeing a way out of the dilemma confronting them.

"Shit, a pickup!" he chortled. "Yeah! So we'll just help ourselves to that pickup and split! Or if the heat's still on we'll just hide out and let another week go by – then we'll cut outta this place!"

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Sandy groaned. "Another fucking week in this goddamned hole!"

"Better than a lot longer in jail," Felton grunted.

"Hey, where you going?" Joey asked as Gina moved toward the door.

"I thought I'd get some clothes on," the girl said. "Do you mind?"

"Hell yes, I mind!" he snapped. "I think you look a lot better like this so you just forget about them clothes!"

The surprise of waking up to find herself being confronted by a pistol, together with the shock of meeting the other robbers and witnessing Felton's inhuman treatment of Pete, had been enough to take her mind off her own condition. That initial reaction had worn off, however, and now she felt extremely uncomfortable. When Joey forbade her to dress she felt a sinking sensation, as though her heart had dropped a good two feet.

"B-but I don't have anything on!" she protested weakly.

"Yeah, I got eyes," Joey told her. "You stay right here with the rest of us. You don't need no clothes on."

"Hey, she don't need no clothes never, huh?" Chato asked, breaking her silence for the first time. "Boobs like that, it'd be a crime to cover 'em up!"

The girl had a slight accent, though Gina could not have said whether it was Mexican, Puerto Rican or something else.

"Yeah, that's a nice hunk of meat," Sandy murmured, coming over to Gina and running an appreciative eye over her body. "Hey, how come you were out under that tree and your boyfriend was in here when we found this place this morning? What's wrong with him? He a fag or something?"

"I told you, we're just friends," Gina muttered tensely. "He… he didn't want me and I didn't want him!"

"Yeah, that's close," Sandy sneered. "With knockers like them and a snatch like what you got, honey, if he didn't want to dip his wick in you then he's a faggot!"

"Well, at least he didn't say anything about it," Gina sniffed. "As I told you before, I don't sleep with every man I see!"

"Oh, wipe my ass with silk!" Sandy chortled. "Ain't we so fucking high 'n mighty! Huh, maybe this dude's lacking something – guess of Sandy'd better have herself a little peek just to check the situation out."

She stalked over to Pete, who was still stretched out on the floor, and squatted beside him. He drew up a knee but slowly stretched his leg out again when she clenched a fist and threatened to drive it into his groin.

"Yeah, it looks like you might have some balls," she grinned when her threat succeeded. "And you're right, ranger boy, I'd rattle 'em good for you if you tried kicking me! I like balls but I'll fracture yours if you mess with me!"

She unfastened the front of his blue jeans and tugged them down over his hips. As soon as she saw the generously proportioned prick she grinned even wider and looked up at Chato.

"Hey, baby, look at the fresh meat!" she said. "Ain't that something? Now right there's a cock that's got possibilities! Yeah, I bet that could grow into something real interesting!"

"Far out," Chato agreed. "Hey, maybe it's the chick – maybe something's wrong with her!"

Sandy rose to her feet and looked quizzically at Gina for a moment. The girl shrank back from the hard, knowing look but Joey's presence kept her from moving too far.

"We better tie you up too," Sandy said, taking down some more cord from a nail and coming toward her. "You know, just so's we don't have to spend all our time watching you."

Gina strongly feared that the woman had other motives in mind as well, but she could see no alternative to allowing herself to be tied up. Sandy herded her over to the bunk, forced her to lie down, and fastened her wrists to the sturdy posts at the head of the bunk. After satisfying herself that the knots were secure and that the girl's wrists were firmly held, she stood up and looked down at the helpless victim.

"Okay, that oughta take care of you," she said. "Now we'll just see if there's something wrong with you, dearie!"

With that, she attempted to shove her right hand between Gina's thighs. The girl instinctively closed them, clamping them so tightly that Sandy could not force her fingers between them. Chuckling with delight, she balled her right hand into a fist and delivered a crushing blow to Gina's solar plexus. The girl gasped aloud, almost nauseated by the vicious blow, and relaxed her legs. Sandy ignored her agony and thrust her hand between the limp thighs.

"Shit, ain't nothing wrong with that snatch," she said, withdrawing her hand after having plunged her middle finger deep into the girl's cunt. "That's first class cunt, that is! Not even a cherry! Come on, honey, you been giving it to somebody, why not let old buddy boy over there have a little of that nookie? A cock like his, it'd make that little buzzer of yours stand up and whistle!"

"Can't you get it through your thick head that she doesn't screw everything in sight?" Pete snapped, twisting around and writhing helplessly.

"Who pulled your string?" Sandy asked, turning back and fixing a contemptuous look on him. "Say, I don't dig this scene at all. You ain't a bad looking sort, especially if you shaved off that womb broom, so what's with the big act here? How come you two ain't been ruffling the sheets?"