Albert picked up his clothes and handed them to her, smiling broadly.
"But what will you do?" she asked.
"I'll face the music here," he said. "They can only kill me. I don't care much really. I'm just glad that I had one chance to fuck you, that's all."
Betty was amazed at his willingness to sacrifice himself for her. She felt honored that he was so willing to let her leave.
"Tie me up," he said, "and they'll think that you just took advantage of me."
Betty realized that the logic of his argument was the only appropriate one for the situation. She began tying him to the bed in the same way that she had been tied by the others. She tied him loosely, but still tightly enough so that it looked like it was for real, and not a set-up job.
She leaned over and kissed him before she started to put on his clothes. She was almost tempted to untie him again and fuck him once more. But that was too dangerous, as appealing as it was to her.
Betty put on his pants and shirt, amazed that they fit as well as they did. And then she leaned down again and sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth, a sort of perverse good-bye kiss. Albert didn't seem to mind much as he arched his back so that his groin pushed up against her face as his cock began to get hard.
She spit it out and said, "God I wish I could stay to play here with you, but I have to leave."
"I understand," he said.
Betty walked slowly toward the door, looking back at Albert's smiling face. She opened it without looking and bumped into something, or someone.
"Where ya goin'?" asked Joey.
CHAPTER FIVE
Betty had never been so frightened in her short life. Joey had been there so unexpectedly. She assumed a karate stance, as if to protect herself. "You're a real fighter," Joey said with a cynical smile as he pushed Buddy at her. "Here, fight him."
Buddy was pushed at her so fast that she grabbed onto him, and they both fell to the floor. Everyone in the room began laughing at them as they scrambled to get free. Buddy's hands were tied behind his back, which made it much more difficult to get untangled.
"I see you tied up Albert securely," Joey said sarcastically. "But how did you get free?"
"I got free by myself, you sadistic pervert," she said bitterly. "Then he came in and I had to tie him up and take his clothes."
"Well, you can give his clothes right back to him. Now!" said the ringleader of the gang.
Betty began taking off her coverings, looking at Buddy with sad eyes. They began communicating immediately, without words. Betty felt the soft pressure of his affection for her as she had to strip for these other men.
"Well look at that," said the perceptive Willy. "They know each other."
"I'll be damned," Joey said. "I guess the police department isn't as big as we thought it was."
"We went to school together," Buddy said. "Cadet school."
"It looks like you're closer than that," said Willy, arching his eyebrows in disbelief.
"No we're not!" Betty stated emphatically.
They had untied Albert and given him the shirt that Betty had taken off. She felt naked without a top, but tried not to show any embarrassment at the fact. She knew she would feel even more naked without her pants. She looked around at all of the people in the room; they sat like vultures waiting for her pants to fall. Even Buddy had a glimmer of anticipation at the prospect of seeing her furry cunt.
Without further ado, Betty let the slacks fall, the gleaming whiteness of her thighs flashing into view. Everyone sighed when they saw the lovely patch of pubic hair and Betty felt a little like she was on exhibition at a carnival or vaudeville show.
"Look at that twat!" exclaimed Fingers, shaking his hand as if he had just grabbed something hot.
"Ya!" said Joey and Willy and Shorty all together.
"Maybe these two do care for each other," Joey said. "I bet we can find out."
"But what about the exchange we were going to do again?" said Willy.
"After the way the police tried to double-cross us with this cop as a phony decoy, I don't think I will exchange. This lady here might be more fun than having our money."
"But you tried to pull a fast one, too," said Buddy. "That fucking stuffed clothing isn't hardly Betty… I mean Officer Brady."
"You're on a first-name basis with this beautiful cop, huh?" said Joey. "Well, I'm just mean enough to do things to her in front of you that ought to make the next exchange a real one. Because you aren't hardly worth a stuffed dummy."
The rest of the men laughed heartily at his joke until Joey held up his hand, signaling them to stop.
Betty was afraid now, really afraid. She had no idea what Joey intended to do, but she knew that it wouldn't be as kind as what she'd done with Albert.
"It's you and me," Joey said to Willy. "We're goin' to have us some fun."
Betty looked over at Bud and saw him struggling against his restraints. It was no use, and they both knew it; he was tied far too securely for him to get free. And besides, Shorty was standing right over him, ready to lay him low if he tried anything funny.
"Okay, Willy, pull her over to the bed."
The round man took Betty by the wrist and began tugging on her arm, moving her toward the bare bed. She wanted to scream, or fight, but she knew that it would be a waste of her energy. But she still planted her feet securely on the floor, and Willy had to pull extra hard to get her to the bed.
"Now what?" said Willy, holding Betty with his brutal, plump hand.
"Throw her onto the bed," said Joey.
Betty shook her wrist free and climbed on herself, looking as deviant as she could. She saw Joey take off his shirt and pants, remembering the bitter taste of his cum that he had made her swallow. What will he do to me now? she thought.
Willy began taking off his clothes also, keeping a wary eye out for any false move from Betty. As his shirt came off, she was amazed to see that he wasn't as fat as he looked with them on. His chubbiness was mostly muscle packed into a short frame. She even saw ridges on his stomach where she expected to see a pot belly.
"You get on the bottom," Joey said as soon as he had his clothes all the way off. His sinister eyes and dark smile told Betty that something malevolent was going to happen to her.
Willy grabbed Betty by the shoulders and swung onto the bed, pulling her on top of him.
"Stop it!" Bud yelled.
Joey turned slowly toward his other captive, and then spoke to Shorty. "Gag him, and if he tries to make another sound then shut him up any way you want to." The big spade rubbed his hands together and looked completely ready and willing to do what his boss said.
Betty was still trying to squirm off Willy, but his strong arms held her on top of him. She could feel his prick starting to rise up between her legs, pulsing hotly as it expanded past her asshole. Her cuntlips had been spread, and they were kissing his fat cock. Much to her dismay she was beginning to get hot herself. The blood of excitement was rushing to her head and she felt her cunt involuntarily clamping itself spasmodically against the thick prick.
"She's ready for us," Willy said with a smile. "I can feel her twat twitching around my cock."
"Good," said Joey. "You stick your cock in her while I go and hunt up some cream."
Just then Betty knew what degrading thing they were about to do to her. Two at the same time, she thought with a grimace. They're going to kill me that way.
Willy was moving under her now, reaching down to his cock. She tried to squash her body up against his to thwart his effort, but he was too strong for her. His hand first stopped at her cunt, one fat finger slipping up her slit and tickling her reddened clitoris.
She buckled, pulling herself away from his hand, even though it felt good. She had pulled away because she was ashamed that it felt so good.