They lay silently there until his cock began deflating inside and gradually slipped from the wet flooded passageway of her still-twitching cunt. Then he pulled himself off of her and looked down at her naked young body glimmering in the candlelight. The convict was already filled with a sad regret that it was over and would never happen quite like this again. He wanted to say something nice, but he couldn't find the words. It seemed silly to talk now that it was all over. He wished he had said more before, and now it was too late to tell her about how he felt. Sorrowful tired thoughts of the girl returning back to her own world, him to his portentous fate, drifted through his weary mind as he lay next to the girl and watched her drift off to exhausted sleep.
And once, just before he, too, went to sleep, the girl sighed deeply in her slumber and snuggled in close to him… like a small helpless animal seeking shelter…
CHAPTER SIX
Ellen awoke to the cooing of pigeons on the warehouse roof the next morning. She lay still for a moment and let the soft rustling sound bring her to full consciousness. Then she opened her eyes and felt her mind give way to a series of confused thoughts.
Where was she? It didn't look like her bedroom at home with the pastel-colored wallpaper and the pink curtains and the pretty gilt-framed mirror that hung over her white-varnished dresser. No, she was somewhere else and the smells were different – almost harsh. She realized they were odors she had never smelled before, and they struck her as something raw and savage. She moved and felt a sharp pain coming from her groin. Her muscles were sore and she found it difficult to raise her legs, and she lay still for a moment until the pain went away.
Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there were gently licking flames that did not burn but still emitted a soft soothing heat.
She slid over onto her side and suddenly froze in a half-turned position. The warm touch of flesh on flesh sent a chill through her, and the bewildered young girl held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Then she closed her eyes, not wanting to look, wanting with all her life strength to blot out the image of the man lying nakedly asleep next to her.
She did not want to remember. But the recollections raced through her mind with a force and directness that was overpowering. Yes, she had willingly succumbed to him, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. Her mind went back to the beginning of last night when Vito, Pop, Cash and – apparently the German Shepherd, Rex – raped Sylvia, and she could almost visualize the wild twisting and skewering of bodies spread out on the soiled mattress.
Then she recalled the first moments of almost tender love-making with Billy outlining themselves in her mind, then dissolve into the gauzy image of their flesh that had seemed to float through a dreamy sensual world of delicious sensation. She had succumbed to those wonderful, but forbidden, sensations; her inhibitions and prejudices had been totally destroyed by the ordeal she had been through in the last two days. And that then was the smelclass="underline" the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. And she remembered, too, the exquisite explosions inside her belly, it had been an eruption that had filled her wantonly writhing abdomen with a pulsing warmth, a spurting of hot life-giving sperm she had urged on with her lips, thighs, and hips. And that was where the strange warmth had some from and seemed now to ripple outward from her pulsing vagina to tingle at each part of her lower torso like a quavering note of music half-remembered from her past lust and undeniable pleasure. The flood of hot male semen might have made her pregnant, and it frightened her for a moment, until she realized how much she had wanted it… then she relaxed, remembering her period was due in two days and she was safe.
The memories returned – stronger, more pleasurable now. She had begged and urged him on to do it, and had put all of her physical strength into pressing her trembling desire-racked young body against his powerfully thrusting loins as though she were some kind of insane nymphomaniac. Nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into that mindless uncontrollable passion that had deadened her every sense of righteousness.
A low groaning sound came from the next room and Ellen looked up towards the door. It was a deep guttural sound, as though someone were dying… or in pleasure… and it reminded her of the sounds that had come from Jennifer, her sister's, lips when she had been ravished on the beach night before last. Oh, God, she thought, was it really only two nights ago – only two nights!
Slowly, she moved to the side of the bed and looked back at Billy lying asleep beside her. She put her feet to the floor and stood up tentatively, waiting for the noise to stop. Then, picking up her ripped jeans and tee-shirt from the floor, she quickly dressed. A moment later, her heart pounding with fright, she crossed the room and leaned against the threshold to the door to peer into the other room.
Her eyes had trouble adjusting to the dim light of early morning, but finally she could make out the shadowy forms of Cash, Vito, and Pop lying in naked debauched poses around the splayed-out figure of Sylvia. It appeared as though sleep had taken them almost immediately after their moment of climax, and they lay immobile, like figures frozen in mid-movement by some immediate disaster. Sylvia's cum-matted black hair lay in strands across one of Cash's outstretched thighs, and her long tapered legs were still locked across Vito's torso that lay atop her.
The gang girl's eyes were still closed, but she groaned now and then as though on the verge of coming awake. A few feet from the door lay Rex, the German Shepherd, asleep but seeming ominously watchful in a prone position.
This was Ellen's chance! It might be the last chance she ever had again.
She knew she had to go, and go now. She had found out too much for them to let her get away after all she had heard during the past few days. Yes, it was a matter of saving her own skin, even though Billy had shown such open gentleness and affection the night before. But the animal lying close to the bedroom sent a renewed sense of fear through her for a moment, and she paused anxiously at the doorway, still indecisive as to what she would finally do.
The trembling young blonde thrust one foot towards the slight opening and inched the door wider open. The rusty hinges squeaked and she immediately tensed, expecting the worst. But the low rumble of snores coming from the opposite side of the living room continued on undisturbed, and the dog seemed to sink into a deeper slumber, his back legs twitching as though he were chasing rabbits. She made a quick impulsive move into the next room and in a few swift strides was facing the stairway that led down into the lower warehouse. For some unaccountable reason she paused at the edge of the stairwell and held her breath, turning her head slightly to view the scene behind her for one last moment before she would be free.
Then she was moving almost dream-like down the long winding staircase, amazed at her own stealth as she approached the landing above the lower floor. Puffs of lint, with motes of floating dust that caught the bright morning sunlight, streamed like an invisible river in through the windows. For an instant she could not see because of the brightness and the deep shadows. But then she had made it, had achieved the second floor in one last glide and whirl, stopping to reconsider her moves before she descended the final stairway.
Indecision had been her mistake when she had been caught on the highway twenty four hours before, and now this moment of pause had been equally fateful. Suddenly a loud barking rose up from the rooms above her. She had no choice but to run, and run she did across the cardboard-scattered floor and down the next staircase in a mad pirouetting movement. There was a shouting from above, and a clatter of stumbling shoes and the scraping of paws on the stairs. The terrified girl had reached the bottom and swung open the outside door to see the skyline of the city loom up in the distance, when she felt the firm grip of canine teeth around her ankle. Rex's growl was surprisingly gentle yet commanding, and although she screamed and shoved against his massive head, he did not let go.