Ellen began trembling in spite of herself and moved closer to the gang leader. Her fearfully trembling hand shook his arm as though to alarm him to the impending danger. She cringed behind his chair until he was directly positioned between her and the infuriated girl, seeking vengeance. Her mind grew almost frantic with fear again, and she realized she would beg or humiliate herself in any way that he required for his strength and protection. She had to, there was no one else to turn to.
Billy had been drinking heavily and he chuckled out loud as he felt the blonde bitch tugging in panic on his arm. She was in a position of complete dependence on him now, he knew it, and she knew it! He hadn't planned for Sylvia's wrath to drive the girl to him, but now that it had happened he wasn't too surprised. He had known from the beginning that he couldn't lose in his desire to totally possess her, it was just a matter of the particular circumstances that would drive her to him. If it hadn't been this, it would have been something else, probably Vito.
As it was, he was satisfied. No matter how it had happened. The young blonde girl was now groveling at his feet and tugging at his arm as though he were her absolute last hope in life – trembling like a frightened little wild animal in sheer terror of what could and would happen to her if the humiliated Sylvia ever got her hands on her. And she was correct in her fear! He knew what Sylvia was capable of doing to another female if she ever got the opportunity; it had taken 197 stitches to close the knife wounds on that Puerto Rican girl. But she wasn't getting the opportunity. No, he would take the blonde girl to bed with him tonight, and Sylvia would have more than her hands full as soon as she was alone with the others. They would be even rougher with her than they had been with the blonde bitch, but that was all right. Finding oneself at the whims of others seemed to be the order of the moment. He realized that he, too, was at the behest of the arrogant stranger, just like Sylvia was at his command. If things didn't go well he would pay for the miscalculations just as Sylvia was suffering for her miscalculation of not leveling with him about laying around town while he was behind bars. Still, though, his decision to toss her to that little bastard Vito had been made in a moment of anger. He wished he hadn't done it, but there was nothing he could do about it now, and it seemed to fit in with this new incomprehensible system of justice.
The only thing left for him to do was to enjoy himself, and he planned to enjoy this night, probably his last night in the United States, with Ellen to the fullest. He would take from her all she had to give and more besides. Last night he had heard her shrieking out her wild orgasms; she was a hot little fuck, even if she didn't know it herself yet. Yes, he would put her through all the paces he could think of, and he wasn't going to let this tenderness he seemed to momentarily feel for her get in the way of his pleasure. It had been a long time since he had felt this gentleness toward anyone and it bothered him. There wasn't any way to consider it but utter sentimental weakness and he meant to overcome it. In fact, it would be dangerous for him if he started thinking like that.
Still, though, last night it had almost torn him apart when he had laid in the other room and listened to her screaming and fighting impossibly against the greater strength of his underlings when the men had taken her. Then her screams had turned to moans, then mewls, then shrieking encouragement to "fuck harder"! It had been humiliating for her, he guessed, but there was nothing he could have done about it. He had offered her as prize in the crap game and hadn't considered the possibility of himself losing. Well, he had lost her, and once that had happened there was nothing he could have done for her. She'd had to eat her humble pie just like he'd had to this afternoon with the man and Sylvia was doing now. Still, maybe tonight the blonde girl would get with it and really enjoy it; after all, he was prepared to be gentle as long as she wanted him to be gentle.
His attention suddenly jerked back to the brutal present with the tightening of Ellen's hand on his arm once again. He started when her fingers grasped his hairy forearm in a tight pinch, and he looked back in time to see the homicidal Sylvia swaying on her feet towards Ellen with her face contorted in an unbelievable look of venomous hatred and anger. The tall brunette tottered on her shaking legs and her arms swooped out in front of her unsteady body as though she were about to pounce on the crouching Ellen, then she did exactly that…
"Catch her, Cash," Billy shouted quickly, trying to fend off the suddenly attacking Rex who thought Sylvia was coming at his master.
Cash jumped forward, intercepting Sylvia in her wild lurch towards Ellen, and clenched his powerful arms in a vise-like grip around her nakedly supple shoulders and neck. Sylvia tottered out of balance for a moment in mid-air, then fell back against Cash's chest, her falling weight sliding down his front until her bare buttocks hit the floor. She lay at his feet totally naked and helpless, and stared vacantly at the rough plank flooring. There was no fight left in her now at all and she covered her face with her hands, beginning to sob uncontrollably as she realized her attack on Ellen had only succeeded in speeding her ravishment by another one of the men.
Cash grabbed her by the arms and dragged her like a dead horse over to another chair. Then he sat on the chair and grinned down at her, enjoying the spectacle of her kneeling naked like a slave at his feet. He, too, had grown tired of her haughty airs and flirtatious looks that were really meant to mock him, since she knew as well as he that Billy would kill him if he ever touched her. Well, she had lost her protector! He had wondered for too long what her full soft lips would look like warmly ovalled around his long white cock, and he was about to find out now.
He was about to find out just exactly how it would feel to shoot his hot stream of impatient cum down that long swan-like throat. He would spew it into her until her adam's apple bobbed up and down as she gulped it into her to keep from choking. The thought of his heatedly pulsating hardness wormed between those untouchable lips that had scorned him before, goaded his organ into a rock-like rigidness that jerked painfully against his pants. He bent over, a lewd grin on his face, and with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand pulled her lower lip tight between his fingers, enjoying her look of startled horror. He pulled the full fleshy lip out, studying its soft pink undersides, and relished the obscene feeling of power it gave him to watch her beautiful young face as it dawned on her what he meant to do to her.
Ellen froze. She could not move and her heart raced in total sympathy for the girl who strained her head backwards, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to escape the teasing fingers in her mouth. The men were heaping more and more humiliations upon her. They would not stop. The blonde hostage knew that the girl was an avowed enemy and that Sylvia would hurt and maim her without thoughts of mercy or hesitation if she got the chance. Ellen also knew that she was lucky it was Sylvia there so nakedly prostrate at the man's knees and not her. But she couldn't help identifying completely with the tall brunette for this was what had happened to her last night when Cash had brutally raped her vagina at the same time the grossly fat Pops had raped her virginal mouth.