Faye couldn't help but feel a little strange as she heard her aunt's breathing become heavy and regular. She was relatively new to the game of fucking. And already she'd been screwed in a jetliner, fucked in the ass, fucked by a dog, then seduced by her own aunt! It was too much for her to think about now. And on top of all that, she was going to have half of the ranch in a few days. Everything was happening so quickly. Faye's head spun around and around with all these thoughts as the blonde slowly lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up the next morning, Faye reached over and felt nothing. She opened her eyes and saw that her Aunt Helen had already gotten up. The blonde threw back the covers and slid over to the other side of the bed. Carefully, Faye pulled back the shade and peeked out into the courtyard. There were Juan and Mike, leaning against the old well pump and talking quietly. Faye moved her eyes across the space and saw that the barn door was still open. There was no sign of Helen or of Al.
Faye pulled her head back and let go of the shade when she saw Juan turn his head and start to look up at her window. Her skin crawled with horror when she thought of meeting those men again.
"Aunt Helen?" Faye called out nervously as she slid off the bed and bent down, picking up her robe.
There was no answer. As Faye pulled on her robe and tied it tightly around her waist, she silently hoped that her aunt hadn't confronted Al with what had happened last night. Faye didn't know what would happen then.
"Aunt Helen?" she called out again, opening the door and peeking down the hallway. There were no sounds coming from anywhere in the house, and there was no sign of her aunt.
Faye crept down the hall to her bedroom. She peeled off her robe and dressed quickly in a simple plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. She wanted to find her aunt quickly so they could talk about the transfer of property to her name. Then she'd take care of the legal matters as quickly as possible and get off the ranch. The longer she stayed in the house, the more depressed she became.
As Faye started climbing down the stairs, she noticed that the pictures on the wall had since fallen off and were lying scattered on the stairway and bottom floor. One of the frames was broken. Faye's heart began to pound more wildly as she stepped down further and further on the stairway. As the living room came completely into her view, she realized that some kind of violent struggle had taken place. The cocktail table in front of the couch was overturned. Some of the cushions from the chairs and couch were scattered on the floor, and two vases lay broken on the floor near the kitchen.
"Aunt Helen?" Faye called out in a shaky voice. It was too quiet for comfort. Slowly, she began to suspect that Helen had met with the same violence she'd experienced the night before.
Faye tip-toed across the littered floor to the kitchen. From the back window she could see the courtyard. Both Mike and Juan were gone now and the barn door was closed.
I should call the police, Faye thought to herself as she walked over to the kitchen table and lifted the receiver off the phone.
The line's been cut! Faye said to herself as she clicked the button of the phone. Her pulse was pounding in her head wildly as she replaced the receiver and stared helplessly out the window. What could she do? She was trapped here and – but then, maybe there was nothing wrong. Maybe her aunt had just gone to town. But the phone! It was dead. Probably he wires had been cut by Al or one of his cronies!
Get it together, girl, Faye told herself. She was probably overreacting. Her aunt might have driven off to Oakland for another one of her "sessions". And the lines might be down somewhere else than on the ranch. Faye laughed at herself as she opened the back door and decided to drive off the ranch for a while. Nothing might be wrong, but she still felt uncomfortable staying there with… "OHH GOD!" Faye cried out loud. The wires were cut! They were dangling in front of her!
Faye stopped dead in her tracks and looked quickly around her shoulders. There still wasn't anyone around. Stealthily, Faye walked to her car and opened the door. Thank God I took the keys! Faye said to herself as she reached down in her right pocket and pulled them out.
"Ohh, it won't start!" Faye said out loud as she turned the key and heard the engine churning. The sound echoed through the courtyard. The blonde knew that it wouldn't be long before someone ran out of that barn or wherever they were hiding to stop her. "Start, damn you, START!" she screamed.
But the engine just kept turning and turning, refusing to completely turn over. As Faye glanced into the rear-view mirror, she saw the barn door shoot open and Al, Juan and Mike run out toward her. Behind them was Helen, staggering, her body scratched and bleeding and all her clothes stripped off! Faye's heart skipped a beat as she gave the engine a final try. No luck!
"Okay sweet tits, out!" Al said, ripping open the door and pulling the screaming Faye out. The blonde fought with all her might, slashing at the grinning animal's face while Mike sneaked behind her and wrapped his big arms around her waist.
"Ughhh!" Faye cried out when Mike squeezed her tight, forcing all the breath and fight out of her. The blonde felt her head grow fuzzy and light as Al told Mike to take her into the barn.
"Where the fuck you think you're goin'?" Al cried out to Helen, who'd stumbled across the courtyard and was trying to sneak into the house.
"Leave me, ohhhh," she cried out as Al ran up to her and slugged her across her puffy face. Faye watched in horror as Al kept hitting the semi-conscious woman until Mike shouted out to quit it.
"Bitch!" Al said, as he reached down and yanked her up to her feet. "Get back in there," Al ordered, pointing to the barn. "That's what a wife should always be – obedient."
Faye kept struggling in Mike's grip, even though it was hopeless. She was dragged into the big building where Spike had fucked her the night before. She sighed in relief when she was that at least there weren't any dogs in sight.
"Strip 'er," Al ordered as he closed and locked the barn doors.
Juan and Mike grinned, quickly getting to work. Faye gave up fighting. She gave up completely. It was useless. Whatever they wanted to do, they were going to do it no matter how hard she fought or how loud she screamed.
"Mmmmm, forgot about those big titties. Almost like your aunt's," Juan said as he ripped Faye's blouse open. The blonde tried to keep from reacting as the Mexican lowered his face and cupped his big lips on her right nipple. But she finally cried out in pain when she felt him sink his sharp front teeth into the hard flesh.
"Oohhhhhh!" Faye groaned, twisting away from Juan's face.
"Knew she'd do something if we tried hard enough," Juan said as Mike still held onto her. While he pinned her arms tightly to her back, the Mexican quickly unzipped her jeans and peeled them down over her creamy thighs. Before he'd pulled them off her ankles, Juan shot his head up and forward, burying his thick, greasy tongue into her bush. The sudden oral attack startled the blonde and she cried out in horror and surprise.
"Hey, you two. I didn't get her in here for that. I told you that these two bitches are gonna take over the ranch and probably toss us all out," Al growled.
"You know," Faye gasped out.
"How dumb do you think I am? While you and Helen were hiding upstairs, I nosed around the house. I suspected something was going on. Then I found this," Al said, reaching into his rear pocket and pulling out a wrinkled piece of white paper. "It's a letter from her lawyers in San Francisco," he said angrily, shoving the paper in front of Faye's face. The first thing she noticed was the name and address of the legal firm. It was the same one that Jack worked for! He might not be on this particular case, but his associates were. If she'd only known this before! "It's about a transfer of title and a pending divorce. It didn't take me too long to put two and two together. I know why the fuck you came up here. And believe me, baby, you're gonna be one fuckin' sorry chick for doin' it."