Axel grinned loosely, licentiously, at her. "Hey, you are bitter, ain't you. Okay… come on… you can help."
Annette accompanied him, dropping to her own knees as McShea knelt, then sprawled onto his back before Madeleine, his great cock spearing ceilingward. Once more, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth down onto his rod, while Axel kneeled in behind her and Annette held his long prick, guiding it toward the moist pink slit beneath Madeleine's wide-spread buttocks.
Shannon could only stare in half-stunned hatred at their grinning faces, while his brain still reeled with the shock of Annette's betrayal. He gaped incredulously as Axel's long, rampaging prick suddenly disappeared right up into Madeleine's open defenseless cunt with Annette guiding it, his bony loins smacking solidly against the soft white spheres of her wide-split ass thrust back and upward at him. He saw her heavy full breasts dancing and swaying beneath her as their resilient, smooth flesh rippled and jounced with Axel's every brutal plunge into her. He stared in sickening horror at her cheeks bloating and contracting from McShea's thrusting cock into her face, while simultaneously he detected that her buttocks had begun to waggle back at the other cock behind in new and wild little gyrations. God… she was sucking McShea and fucking Axel willingly. The bitch was enjoying it!
In growing and hopeless disbelief, Shannon gaped at the obscene sight that he could no longer term rape… for her sucking mouth was clasped tightly around McShea's ramming cock, disappearing now almost to its entirety, his balls slapping hard against her chin with every plunge, while Axel's long pole pummeled her cunt from behind with long, furious strokes and she continued to wave and pound her ass back at him with ever increasing vigor.
The two ravagers were lost in their lust-filled carnal rapture of the moment… lost to everything around them except the cock racing right up the salacious hole before him… except the clasping, sucking mouth with the swirling tongue pulling voraciously at his tingling prick until he could feel the delightful strain at his very balls… and lewd flames of unwanted passion had begun to lick possessively through Madeleine's veins… she was fast losing any will to fight against the overwhelming physical rapture seizing her, in spite of her repugnance and horror… she was about to surrender totally to these magnificent cocks that were so deliciously trying to meet inside her sensation-filled body…
Annette crept away… unnoticed… behind the bar where she had helped Axel strip… to where his gun lay. The three were too engrossed in their orgy to realize she crept to and crouched behind Shannon's chair, fumbling with his bonds, unloosening them and chafing his wrists to start the blood flowing…
Madeleine, in the heat of her rising, uncontrollable desire, had become oblivious to everything but the increased forcefulness of the thrusts pounding into the depths of her cunt from behind, and the naked hips crushing up tighter into her face. She could feel the cock that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing in great trembling movements and the hands clutching her cheeks grip harder. His pelvis closed in on her until she was sure he was trying to push his cock all the way down her throat to meet the other soaring deeply up into her belly. She was near suffocating, and choked groans of protest tumbled from her lips around the pistoning shaft only to be muffled by his continuous brutal thrusts. She heard him mouth an oath and felt him ram far into her throat, until the tiny strains of his pubic hair at the base of his prick pressed tauntingly against her nose.
"Suck it, you cunt!" he snarled. "Suck hard, Godamn you… I'm cuuummmiinnnggg!"
Abruptly, her mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, white liquid that raged down her desperately swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. From behind, Axel blurted something unintelligible and she felt his loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her upraised, wildly gyrating buttocks. Oh God… he was cumming too… and she couldn't… not yet… not yet! She whimpered as his load of hot, swirling sperm gushed into her belly and she ground her ass tightly back against his pelvis, her nibbling pussy milking at his spurting rod hungrily. She fought for breath as she gulped with sensual delight at the thick, viscid fluid wildly ejaculating from the jerking prick driven to the depths of her constricting tonsils, and beyond.
It was then that Shannon bolted from the chair, gun in hand. Harshly, he barked an unintelligible command at them and Axel was first to raise his head. He yanked his prick free of Madeleine's still-hungrily clasping pussy and leaped to his feet… in time to take Shannon's first shot full in the chest, thudding him backwards several feet before he went down.
McShea had provided for trouble, never letting his pistol out of his reach. With a desperate wrenching of his body, he caught up the weapon and fired backwards over his head, just as Annette arose to her feet from behind the chair. The bullet struck her directly between the eyes… she had never known what happened. Shannon threw himself to one side, afraid to fire because of Madeleine, who, with the big man's penis fast deflating, but still in her mouth, gnashed her teeth together to raise a horrible scream from her attacker, as she sunk her small hard teeth into the flaccid gristle of his once-proud cock.
Instantly, she rolled away from the shrieking McShea who was clutching at his torn genitals, and spat blood from her mouth… and then Shannon fired again and it was over…
They lay quietly for a long moment… a long horrifying moment of slow, hellish realization…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In a semi-stupor and with the rain drenching them, Madeleine watched while Shannon dug two wide graves: one for Larreau's enforcers, the other for Annette and Launcelot, the animal having died from loss of blood. For a long while they had simply sat beside Annette's lifeless body, Madeleine weeping and praying, Shannon silent… knowing now, too late, that she had not betrayed them, but instead, had gambled her life to save theirs. Finally, realizing he could not leave their bodies there to be discovered, he'd carried them one by one to a remote thicket on the island and Madeleine had held the lantern for him.
After, they'd returned to the house, undressed and toweled dry before climbing into bed to warm each other with their individual body-heat… and then to find consolation only in the violence of their lovemaking… until they fell into an exhausted sleep.
Much later, Shannon awakened her with a kiss. "It's time we got out of here," he said.
"Oh… I was fast asleep. Has the rain stopped?"
"Yes. Come on, let's get off this Godamned island."
"Oui… I'm ready, cheri."
He reached for her, bringing her to him. "You love me, baby?"
"Oh, oui, mon cher. You know I do."
"Yeah… I know," he said, kissing her once more. "I just wanted to hear you say it."
Shannon approached the counter with Madeleine beside him, Igat asleep in her arms. They had originally intended to take a daylight flight because Madeleine had never flown before and she wanted to be able to see everything, but Shannon hadn't wanted to wait another day, and he'd called the airport making arrangements to leave that night.
A boy with a two-wheeled cart brought up their bags, with the exception of the large one that Shannon carried. He'd keep that one close to him all of the way. He stepped in line, exchanging smiles with her and glanced at the little round face of the sleeping child she held.
"She won't wake up until morning," Madeleine said tenderly.
Shannon made a nervous little nod, his own smile tense. He'd feel better when they were in the air and away from Montreal. Not that there was anything to worry about now, he assured himself for the thousandth time. It'd been three days since they'd left the island and there'd been no repercussions of any nature. There were no loose ends, and he was confident that the police weren't even aware that a crime had been committed. Still, he couldn't help it; he'd feel a hell of a lot safer once they were in Boston.