"I don't think that's real smart Art.... No, I think your crazy man." 'Sharp' Louie sounded worried.

"And what the fuck if I am crazy Lou? What the fuck then huh? Fuck it! I've made up my mind man. This deal is done Lou, whether your in or not. It's fucken done man! You got that Lou? You fucken got that man?" Art, 'The Mailman' said defiantly and turned the nose of the big Cadillac toward the curb then parked. "You don't want in, get the fuck out the car man. Ain't no sweat of my balls either freaking way. Go on man! Get the fuck out!"

In all the years that he and Art had been partners Louie had never seen him quite so upset. Louie was well aware that he wasn't the smartest guy around, Hell, that's how he'd gotten the nickname 'Sharp' Louie, but he sure was smart enough to know what Art was planning was real crazy. Louie had never been the brains of the outfit and most times he just did what ever Art told him to do, but this time he felt he had to try and talk Art out of his plan. "Come on Art...... Gee..." Louie apologized. ".... don't be that way man. I don't want to get out of the car..... but shit man.... We'll both end up in the East river if you work this scam. Nobody gets away with fucking over Raw Eddy man. Nobody."

"Fuck Raw Eddy!" Art extended his middle finger pointing it toward the front windshield. "Raw Eddy ain't the poor bastard that's got cancer man. Me man! I'm the lucky fuck what's got that shit eating out my insides, not him man, me! So screw fucking Raw Eddy to hell and fucken back!"

"Yeah.... I know man, but....." Louie started to argue again before Art cut him off.

"But nothing man. I've thought about this a lot. This is probably the only chance I'll have to get my hands on enough money to do something about this crap," Art jabbed his thumb toward his cancer ridden stomach then angrily stubbed out the butt of the Lucky Strike cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. "and I ain't passing it up Lou. No fucking way am I passing it up!"

"Yeah..... but Eddy don't like being chumped, and we're talk'un a whole lot of his money here. Remember what he did to Frost? And that was for less than a grand." Louie knew how serious Eddy was about anybody stealing money from him. Allen Frost had skimmed just a little over a grand of the top from one of Eddy's bookie joints and Eddy had both of Frost's hands hacked off then had him hung upside down in the front window of a retail store where he bled to death as a reminder to anyone else even thinking about ripping him off. Stealing from Raw Eddy was bad business and Louie was scared, but in the end he also knew if Art was really going to go through with it, he'd help him.... because him an Art were partners.... no matter what they were pals.

The two D.E.A. agents sat uncomfortably on straight backed wooden chairs, in the shabby three room apartment on the second floor of the 'Fenton Arms' hotel. Both men were mindlessly staring out through the unwashed living room window at a warehouse located directly across the street from the hotel room, and both men were bored to spit. For the last three day's they had been staking out the warehouse, which was proposed to be the location of a drug deal within the next few days, but so far nothing had happened.

Stakeout's in general were considered to be 'grunt detail' and disliked by everyone, but this particular stakeout was the bottom of the pit. For one thing, the information that a drug deal was about to go down had come from one of the departments more unreliable sources, an informant that went by the name of 'Willie the Weasel', a low life snitch who would swear his mother was Hitler in drag if it got him twenty bucks. Second, the only reason the department had taken any real interest was the Weasel's claim that 'Raw Eddy' Hyde was doing the deal, and the department couldn't afford to pass up a chance at getting 'Raw Eddy' no matter how slim the prospect was. And third, a new departmental policy stipulated that no one on surveillance would be allowed to play cards, listen to radio, watch television or even read a newspaper was currently in effect. The department felt doing anything other than observing was much too distracting and might jeopardize the assignment. That policy made a boring assignment even worse.

"We're on!" One of the agents jumped up and anxiously yelled to the other when he spotted a white Cadillac El Dorado pull up and park a block away from the entrance to the warehouse.

The other agent stood up and retrieved the two way radio sitting on the end table. "Bout fucking time. I'll call in for back up." He said, thankful for finally having something to do.

"Hold on!" The first agent said looking through binoculars. His comment stopped the second agent from keying the transmitter button. "It's only two of Eddy's flunky's. You know, that Sharp Louie brain trust and....." He squinted his eyes. "...Art some-thing-or- another, that dick head they call The Mailman."

"Well shit! Maybe the Weasel really is on to something this time? Want I should call it in anyway, just to get the squad up and on their toes?"

"Naw. Let's wait until something goes down. Don't want to queer the deal by pushing in to early. Besides, I'm still not all that convinced our mister Weasel ain't just blowing smoke out his ass." He pulled the binoculars from his eyes and plopped down on the uncomfortable chair to wait once again.

Louie and Art got out of the Cadillac and walked slowly toward the front entrance of the warehouse. Both men nervously rubbed under their left armpits momentarily, taking comfort in the feel of the automatics cradled inside their shoulder holsters.

"I mean it Louie. You let me do all the talking." Art told Louie sternly when they approached the door. "I mean it man... Not one fucking word out of you or you'll get us both iced. Okay?"

"Yeah okay Art. I know. I know! I'm not fucking stupid man... Shit." Louie was annoyed that Art had repeated to him so many times about not saying anything. Christ, he wasn't a fucking idiot. He knew how to keep his mouth shut when he had to.

Art sensed Louie's frustration and said. "Okay man. Be cool. It's just that this one's the big one buddy. You know the whole fucking enchilada man, so we gotta stay sharp."

"Like a razor man. Like a fucken Sun Sweet razor." Louie answered feeling better.

Art nodded then knocked on the door. After several seconds a voice called out from behind the closed door. "Yeah?"

"It's me man.... Mailman and Sharp Louie. Open up." Art called back to the voice.

"What the......?" The voice from behind the door questioned, then after some noise the door opened about an inch or two and a portion of a face appeared. "What the fuck are you two Gumba's doing here?" The portion of face asked them.

"Hi Willie." Louie said to the half face waving his left palm.

Art nudged Louie in the ribs with his elbow then said. "Eddy wanted some insurance and sent us over. Open up."

"Fuck that!" Willie said. "Eddy didn't say nothing to us."

"Yeah! So Eddy don't ever fucking make a change in plans. Open the fucking door!" Art pushed on the door with his hand, but it barely moved with the weight of Willie behind it.

"Hang on." Willie told Art then he turned his head and yelled to someone behind him. "Hey Tony. I got fucking Dumb and Dumber out here. They say Eddy sent um over. What the fuck should I do?"

"Better let um in." Tony answered. "Either that or hang a God damn neon sign out front."

Willie pulled the door open then immediately shut it behind Art and Louie after they entered. "So what the fuck's going on?" Tony asked looking directly at Art.

"It's like I told Willie." Art answered him. "Eddy wanted you guy's to have a little insurance in case the grease ball's get cute or anything."

"I don't know." Tony shook his head. "Eddy specifically said there was only to be two of us, because the deal was off if we had a God damn cluster fuck of fire power hanging around during the transaction. I hate this kind of crap!"

"What the fuck can I tell ya. I don't fucken know? Maybe Eddy figured he better cover his bases on a deal this big. Hell, don't fucken me. He told us to keep out of sight unless something went wrong. Shit man, I just do what the fuck I'm told that's all." Art shrugged his shoulders.

Tony shook his head. "What the fuck. Okay but you two keep the hell outa sight when we make the trade. I don't wanta replay the fucking O.K. corral because the grease ball thinks we're setting um up or something." He looked around the large, mostly empty room. "Over there. Behind those rack's. And stay put unless things go to shit." He pointed toward a pair of twelve foot tall wooden storage racks.

"That's what Eddy wanted." Art responded, not giving Tony the satisfaction of feeling like he was in charge. "So when's the deal going down?"

Tony raised his left wrist and looked down at the face of his watch. "About fifteen minutes." He turned toward Willie. "Guess we can raise the delivery door, huh."

Willie nodded then walked toward the back of the warehouse where a steel, floor to ceiling accordion truck delivery door was located. Willie yanked downward on a chain attached to a pulley and the door slowly began to rise. "You two get the fuck outa sight." Tony yanked his thumb toward the storage racks.

"It wouldn't bother me one little bit to ice that scum fuck!" Art whispered angrily to Louie as both men stepped behind the shelving.

After several minutes Art slid his .45 automatic out from its holster and removed the clip. He inspected the clip making certain it was full, then after replacing it he drew back the gun's slide and readied a round into the chamber.

Louie having watched Art getting his weapon ready followed suit and readied his automatic. His gun however had a round previously chambered, and when he pulled back on the slide the shell ejected and landed on the concrete giving off a resounding "twing" when it hit floor. "Shit!" Louie yelp in a loud whisper scrambling on all four's chasing after the rolling bullet.

"Dip Shit!" Art whispered irritably. Then to relieve his frustration he kicked Louie on the ass with the side of his foot. "Get the fuck up here!"

"Sorry." Louie meekly replied and stood up.

"Ass hole!" Art whispered as he yanked the gun from Louie's fist and chambered a round then handed it back to him. "This is cocked and the safety is off, so don't go fucking with it, damn it!"

"Sorry." Louie said again looking over his automatic and feeling dejected.

"Don't worry boy's, I'll just tell them we got church mice the size of fucking Ellis Island around here. Keep the fuck quiet back there!" Tony yelled after he heard all the noise.

At the precise moment that her uncle's throat was sliced, the thin ear to ear laceration began sprouting crimson gushers of blood across Karen's face, neck and breasts. It had happened so quickly her brain took several seconds to respond. One minute her uncle was on top of her, his face askew with passion brought on by the pleasurable act he was performing, then the very next moment his face mirrored a look of bewilderment as if he didn't understand or couldn't comprehend what had occurred as the thin line under his chin streamed his life's force from him. That look of astonishment on his face only lasted for a second or two before he slumped forward, landing heavily across his niece's body.

"Aaaaa..... Jesus! God... you killed him!" Karen screamed frantically as she scrambled to pull herself out from under her uncles bleeding body. The dead weight was more than she was able to lift and she became panicked. "Get him off! Get him off! Aaaaa...... Get him off!" She was pushing and thrashing around wildly, becoming more and more frantic with every passing second in a futile attempt to free herself. Then she felt the body being yanked sideways, and even in her current frenzied state Karen was intrigued with the eerie feeling of his cock, still ridged even in death, sliding out of her vagina as he was rolled off of her.

Immediately upon feeling relief from the weight pinning her down the seventeen year old girl leaped off the bed and stood screaming and sobbing looking like something out of a Steven King or 'Friday the thirteenth' movie. She stood nude, her thin but athletic tomboy body, cute snub nose, wide pretty brown eyes, long dark hair, small firm breasts and incredibly soft lightly furred slit, completely covered in fresh blood. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Jesus! God!...... Ohhh..... Ohhh God!" She hysterically shrieked looking down at the body that only seconds before had been her uncle.

Rory stood at the foot of the bed still holding the open straight razor in his hand. "Shut up Karen! Jesus! He fucking asked for it!" He sounded a lot more in control than he really was. He'd never killed anyone before and it was a little unsettling to say the least. "He fucking asked for it. Yeah, he asked for it." He repeated.

Karen managed a little composure and looked over toward Rory. "What do you mean he asked for it? Jesus Rory..... You killed him!"

"Yeah.... Well.... Shit! He was fucking you. What the fuck was I supposed to do?" He collected himself a little as well.

"So he was fucking me! Jesus you didn't have to kill him." Karen's head was spinning.

"Jesus Karen! He's your fucking uncle for Christ sake! Don't you think it's a little weird for a uncle to fuck his niece? The Bastard got what he deserved." Rory was convincing himself he had done the right thing.

"God Damn it Rory! He's been letting us stay in his trailer and all. So he wanted a little. I didn't think that was too much to ask. You shouldn't of killed him."

"Yeah! But he's your fucking uncle..... Christ all mighty!"

"Okay. Okay, but shit my father'd been fucking me ever since I was twelve. I told you about that., and shit, we didn't kill my old man before we ran away. Jesus Rory.... Uncle Mark wasn't such a bad guy."

"Not to you maybe, because he wanted to get into your pants, but to me, he was a total ass hole. You saw all the crap he made me do around here. Shit! I had to practically beg for fucking air to breath. Fuck him! He got what he deserved!" He was still convincing himself.

"You didn't have to kill him Rory. I don't know why you always get so God damn Postal!" Some of the initial shock had worn off and she felt a little angry.

"Well how do you think I felt! I'm supposed to be your boyfriend damn it!" His face became flush with rage. "Don't you think I knew every time he sent me into town, or out to the God damn barn it was so he could get his cock up your snatch! How do you think I felt, knowing he was either fucking you every time he kicked me out of the God damn trailer! I'll tell you how it felt! It felt like shit! That's how it fucking felt!"

Karen had never seen Rory quite so upset. His outburst and disclosure seemed to minimized the anger she had been feeling. That anger, which had been primarily generated out of shock, and not out of grief over the loss of her uncle, now turned to concern over loosing their meal ticket. She really hadn't even known her uncle all that well, him having visited only once in the past when she was very young, and not seeing him again until just two week's ago when she and Rory had shown up at his farm. He had reluctantly taken them in, but after only a few day's it became obvious that he and Rory would never get along. He had threatened to toss them out, and Karen used the one thing available to her, her body, which she knew was what uncle Mark had really wanted all along anyway. After that as long as she kept uncle Mark sexually satisfied they had a place to stay, and food in their mouths, but now Rory had ended that once and for all.

"All right. All right. What's done is done." Karen yanked a sheet from the bed and swabbed at the blood covering her body. "But right now we need to figure out what we're going to do. You really screwed this up Rory."

"I screwed it up!" He yelled. "He was the one doing all the fucking screwing." He pointed toward the body of uncle Mark. "Get off my back Karen! Remember I was the one that got you away from that pervert dad of yours."

"If you can call the last two months getting away?" She turned the sheet looking for a un-soiled area so she could continue wiping blood.. "Ever since you got me away, as you put it, we haven't done anything but sleep in bus stations and hitch-hike around the country. I don't really call that getting me away Rory. The first real roof we'd had over our heads in two months was here, and now you've hosed that all up!"

"You fucken bitch!" He gave her the finger. "You fucken begged me to get you away from your God damn father. I fucken told you I didn't have any shiten money! But you couldn't stand it at home. Anything would be better than this, you told me. Well fuck you! I did the best I could!"

"Don't give me the fucking finger you bastard!" She threw the bloody sheet at him. "So far I'm the only one putting anything into this adventure! Remember that guy at the Lincoln bus station? I was the one that had to suck that slimy bastard's cock for twenty bucks so we could eat. Right fucking there in the phone booth! In front of God and the world! You didn't have to blow the bastard! I did! Oh but wait...... I forget.... You did keep lookout so some cop wouldn't catch me on my knees with a stiff cock in my mouth. Oh Yeah! I forgot that!" She said in a mock-loving voice, placing her hands over her heart and feigning lovesickness.

"Well shit! I told you I'd roll the bastard. You were the one that said it would be safer doing it your way. Shit Karen...," His voice took on a much more subdued tone. "...you said you'd sucked your father off so many times that doing that guy would be cake.... Shit. I don't know."

"Okay. Okay. Let's chill out." Karen offered Rory a weak smile. "I didn't like having my uncle do me anyway. But, we'd better figure out what to do now."

"Let's just dump the fucking body and hang out here for a while. Shit." Rory suggested.

"I think not." Karen shook her head. "He'll be missed and the cops are bound to come around. If they find us here we're screwed. No. I think we ought to grab up as much stuff as we can and take off in his truck. We can dump his body down the well, and with the truck gone they'll just think he went on vacation or something. Yeah. We'll be long gone by the time he's discovered."

"Okay by me. What ever. But where the hell can we go?" Rory agreed. The impact that he had just killed somebody was sinking in and he had become a little complacent.

"Remember that preacher we've been hearing about all over the news, maybe we could hang out with him and his bunch for a little while." Karen said thoughtfully remembering all the newscasts.

"What preacher?" Rory asked.

"You know, the guy down south. The one performing all those miracle faith healing's and crap. Remember it's been on the news a hundred times. They said so far nobody's been able to prove he's a fake or anything. It really seems like he has some kind of divine ability or something. Christ, its been on the news for over a week now, you been in a fucking closet or what?" Karen was annoyed because she knew Rory must have heard about it.

"Yeah, yeah. I remember something about it. I Guess I didn't pay much attention. That kind of shit don't interest me. But why go find him? You don't believe in any of that religious crap or nothing." Rory shrugged his shoulders. Church stuff didn't do much for him.

"Maybe I do believe in that religious crap. How the hell would you know what I believe. Jesus! But that's not the point anyway. According to the news this guy is building up quite a following, and it seems to me we might just be able to disappear in the crowd for a while.... that's all. And if they take us in at least it'd be a place to hang. It's gota be better than bus stations. Okay by you? Unless you've got some better idea." Her last words were spoken with sarcasm.

"Yeah sure. If you want, okay by me. Fuck it." Rory really didn't really care where they went anyway.

"Okay." Karen said taking a Marlboro cigarette out of the pack from the night stand and lighting up. "While I'm washing up you burn all these bloody sheets and stuff in the incinerator. If the cop's come inside the trailer I don't want them finding anything."

After depositing the body of uncle Mark down the two hundred foot well shaft, they searched the trailer but didn't find much of value with the exception of one hundred and forty two dollars and sixty nine cents, a small amount of groceries, and two rings, which they might be sell able.

Karen and Rory got into uncle Mark's nineteen fifty six Ford custom cab pickup and headed south.

Art and Louie remained hidden for much longer than the scheduled fifteen minutes, and because of the plans to make off with the money both of them were starting to get edgy.

"What's taking so long Art?' Louie whispered.

"How the fuck should I know! Maybe the deal's a bust. Fuck I don't know! If something don't happen soon I'm fucking lighting up." Art whispered back with frustration rolling the unlit smoke between his fingers.

Just then the well-known sound of an automobile broke the silence in the large room as it pulled into the warehouse. The sounds of car doors opening, then closing again were heard, then Tony's voice. "Yo. Any trouble getting here?"

A new voice with a rich Italian accent said. "No. No trouble. Did you bring the stuff?"

Tony again. "Willie. Go get the briefcase." There was a short pause the Tony continued. "Right here. You got the cash?"

The Italian voice said. "Anthony!" Then the distinct sound of two fingers snapping together could be heard.

Art dropped the cigarette then squeezed Louie's elbow. "Let's dance!" He whispered and stepped out from behind the shelving. Art instantly took in the scene. In his line of work you couldn't afford the luxury of lengthy scrutinization. The car was a large black sedan parked about six feet inside the delivery door. Two men, both dressed in dark business suit's stood a few feet in front of the car's hood. The taller of two men was thin, with a dark olive complexion, and jet black hair combed straight back. The other man was heavier set with thinning gray hair, he held a black satchel in his left hand. Tony and Willie stood with their back's to Art facing the two other men. Tony held a briefcase in his left hand.

Art's original plan of holding the men at gun point and departing with both bag's went to hell-in-a-hand basket the instant he exposed himself. The heavy set man upon spotting Art's automatic instantly reached for the revolver tucked in the waistband of his slacks.

Tony and Willie being completely unaware that Art and Louie had come out of hiding, saw the heavy set man's movement as one hostel toward them and both men reached for their weapons.

A deafening mussel blast echoed from behind Art and small black hole appeared in the forehead of the heavy set man. The .45 caliber slug from Louie's automatic exited out the back of the heavy set man's head taking half of his skull with it, depositing blood, bone fragments and brain matter onto the roof and windshield of the dark sedan.

The thin man yanked a sawed-off 12 gauge shotgun from behind his back and quickly fired a round toward Art and Louie just before turning to run toward the back of the large sedan.. The 12 gauge blast went wide and ripped through Willie's left arm, jaggedly severing it at the elbow. Willie collapsed to the concrete gripping at the wounded stump while blood splattered wildly from the damaged artery.

Tony was confused seemingly hearing gun fire coming from all around him. He jumped to his left trying to avoid the shotgun, while firing several rounds toward the thin man. All of his shots were off target, and only shattered the sedan's windshield and sent small concrete dust clouds into the air.

Just at the moment that Art squeezed the trigger on his automatic, firing at the retreating back of the thin man seeking cover, was precisely when Tony decided to leap to his left. The bullet destined for the thin man ripped into the back of Tony's head, exiting with his entire forehead, killing him instantly.

Louie fired twice more taking down the thin man with two well placed shots in-between the shoulder blades.

The silence following the gun fire was almost spooky, only low agonizing moan's from Willie who was still rolling around on the blood covered concrete invaded the quite. Louie kneeled down over Willie, then removing his belt, he used it as a tourniquet on Willie's forearm. Art in the mean while went about making sure everyone else was dead and collecting the deal bag's before lighting a cigarette.

The two D.E.A. agents heard the gun fire at exactly the same time. "Son-of-a-bitch!" The one looking out the window uttered.

"Fucking-a. Let's go!" The second agent yelled, yanking his revolver out of its holster.

"I fucking hate it when this un-planned shit happens." The first agent shouted to the second as they leaped three steps at a time down the stairwell.

"I'll take the back! You cover the front." The second agent called over his shoulder to the first once they hit the street, then he sprinted toward the rear of the building.

"I'll call for backup!" The first agent shouted, then pulling the Motorola two-way from his back pocket he keyed the mike to called in. "Sitting Trivalent one.... Sitting Trivalent one... Shots fired... I repeat.. Shots fired. Officer needs back up... I repeat ... Shots fired. Officer needs back-up."

If Louie hadn't been kneeling over Willie he would never have noticed the D.E.A. agent's attempt at sneaking inside the truck entry door then toward the back of the large sedan. But Louie was kneeling over Willie,, and he did see him, and without any hesitation Louie fired his colt three time's sending three slugs directly into the second agent's chest. The department strongly suggested agent's wear bullet proof vests even when on stakeouts, but that was a suggestion most agent's elected to ignore and the second agent was thrown backward several feet with the impact of the heavy rounds, and was dead even before he hit the ground.

"What the.....!" Art dropped down onto one knee swinging his gun from right to left.

"I guess there was another one." Louie told Art. "He was trying to take cover behind the car."

"Are there any more?" Art asked keeping the automatic in the ready position.

"Don't know." Louie answered. "Guess there could be. That one came from outside." Art got up and stubbed the cigarette out with his toe before he made his way to the truck doorway. With extreme caution he looked up and down the roadway outside the building. It was clear in both directions with very little available for anybody to hide behind. "Looks clear to me. Grab the bag's and let's get the hell outa here." He told Louie.

"What about Willie?" Louie asked.

"Nothing we can do about him. Come on let's skip out the back and walk around. If anybody reported hearing gun shots the heat will be here any minute." Art waved Louie to follow him.

Just as they approached the Cadillac the first D.E.A. agent having found the front door locked and having heard additional gun shots was running toward the back of the building when he spotted Art and Louie. He was still several feet away from the Cadillac and having nothing available for cover he did the only thing possible. "DEA! Drop your weapons! Now! Your under arrest!" He tried to yell with authority in his voice.

Art fired his automatic hitting the agent in the ribcage with his first shot and missing with the next two. The agent was twisted sideways then slammed into the side of the brick building. He slumped down and just before un-conscienceness from shock overtook him he thought. "I fucking knew I hated this un-planned shit when it happens."

"Let's go!" Art yelled to Louie as he bolted around the Caddie and slipped into the drivers seat.

Louie opened the rear door and threw both bag's onto the back seat, then he climbed into the passenger seat just as Art screeched the front tires and pulled away from the curb.

"Where we going Art?" Louie asked after they settled into the normal flow of traffic.

"Texas." Art answered.

"Texas?" Louie asked it like a question.

"Yeah Texas." Art said nodding his head. "I heard they got some big time hospitals and doctors in Texas. Maybe they can do something about this." He indicated his cancerous stomach area, then lit up a Lucky and enjoyed the first peaceful smoke he'd had in hour's.

Karen and Rory stood by the side of the road looking at the fifty six Ford pick-up. It's hood was up and steam was bellowing past the radiator cap and around the intake manifold. "Piece of shit!" Rory said offering his middle finger in a obscene gesture to the steaming engine. "Fucking piece of shit!" He said again kicking the left front fender.

"Well that'll do a lot of good." Karen offered sarcastically.

"It does me some fucking good!" Rory replied kicking the fender again.

Karen looked around. They had traveled a few hundred miles from the farm and were stranded on a long vacant stretch of little used highway leading out of Tennessee and into Arkansas. The narrow two lane, pothole'd highway was straight, flat and deserted in both direction for as far as Karen could see. Very few people still used this old stretch of road after the new expressway had been built. "This is one hell of a place to break down. I can't see anything.... anywhere." She said shading her eyes with her hand and looking around.

"No fucking shit Sherlock!" Rory answered giving the truck another kick. "Piece of God damn shit! What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this?"

Karen knew his last question had been rhetorical so she didn't bother to answer it. Instead she asked. "Do you think you can fix it?"

Rory shook his head. "No fucking way. See that steam coming out of the intake? Well that means we blew a head gasket. And as if that isn't bad enough, the God damn engine froze up just before the gasket went because of overheating." He looked up and down the highway. "Jesus Christ, we've got to be a hundred fucking miles from anywhere. Piece of fucking shit!" He kicked the truck again, this time he managed a fare sized dent in the fender.

"Well, what are we supposed to do now?" Karen asked, more to herself than Rory.

"How the fuck should I know! Your the one that wanted to go see that fucking preacher!" Rory answered with exasperation in his voice.

"Don't go getting all pissy with me! I didn't break the God damn thing!" Rory was really starting to get on her nerves. If she had it to do all over again she would have found someone else to help her run away. She knew at seventeen she wouldn't last long on the streets alone, what with cops, pimps, gangs and all, but looking back on it Rory wouldn't have been her first choice by far, but he had been the first guy actually willing to leave town with her, and he did have a car, or so she thought at the time. It wasn't until the night they actually left she had learned the car really belonged to Rory's roommate, and they would have to take a Greyhound bus out of town. If she hadn't already stolen that money from her father, or sent that letter to the newspaper about how her father had been sexually abusing her over the years so he'd get into trouble, she would have told Rory to take a hike right then and there. But she had taken the money and she had sent the letter, so now with no other alternative she Grayhound'd her ass out of town with him like it or not. 'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'Rory is a royal pain.' She walked to the passenger side of the truck and grabbed a cold beer out of the cooler. She popped the top then took a long icy swallow, before lighting up a Marlboro.

"Hey. Grab me one of those, will ya." He yelled over the trucks hood.

"What? Did the truck blow out your leg along with the gasket?" She sarcastically yelled back.

"Jesus Christ! Who pissed in your cereal this morning?" He said angrily, then opening the drivers side door he leaned across the bench seat and yanked a beer from the cooler himself.

Karen sipped at her beer remembering how she had worked Rory into helping her run away. How she had let him make out with her. Let him feel her breasts and even rub over her crouch a little bit before pushing his hand away. How that one time she had allowed him to believe she had gotten a little drunk and he had so skillfully maneuvered her into the back seat of his car, and so cleverly slipped down her underwear, then had fucked her thinking he had planned and manipulated her into submission. Yeah right! She had played him like a drum, giving him just enough to keep his interest and wanting more. Now watching him guzzle beer she wondered if it had even been worth the effort of spreading her legs. She drew in on the cigarette filling her lungs before exhaling.

"Shit we can't walk from here." Rory finally said between swallows of beer. "Guess we'll just have to wait until somebody comes along. Hell, I don't know what else to fucking do."

"It could be a real long wait. I haven't seen anybody on this road sense we've been on it. But what the hay." She tossed her empty beer can out into the vacant field and reached for a full one. "Least we got cigarettes and beer."

Art and Louie had not taken much time in the city before leaving, having only stopped briefly to pick-up some personal items at each of their apartments, with a little time for inspection of the contents of the bags. One bag contained several key's of cocaine, and a smaller amount of heroine, while the other held close to half a million dollars in medium too small bills. Looking at the money, both men felt they had finally hit the jack-pot, even Louie's original concerns vanished after seeing that much money.

They were driving south on the interstate just four hours out of New York City when they heard the first news broadcast covering the shoot out on the car radio. The news report stated that earlier that day there had been what appeared to be a mob related, drug deal gone bad, shooting out that left four men dead and two other's wounded. The police also reported that at least one of the men found dead was a D.E.A. officer. The shoot out had taken place in an abandoned warehouse that the D.E.A. had been staking out and at least one other D.E.A. officer was reportedly found wounded, but should make a full recovery. All other's involved, three dead and one seriously wounded, were known to have long time mob and drug connections. Two additional men seen near the warehouse at the time of the shootings were spotted driving away in a two or three year old white Cadillac with New York license plates and were currently being looked for by the authorities.

After listening to the news report Louie said. "Gee Art. Sounds like Willie made it, huh. They said they found two guy's wounded."

"Fuck Willie!" Art answered. "That only means, Raw Eddy will be after us along with the cops." He pressed a little harder on the gas pedal trying to put as much distance between them and the city as he could.

It was just a little before dusk. Karen and Rory had been waiting for over eight hours and no one had come along. They didn't even have the luxury of listening to a radio, because there was only a oblong hole where the auto radio should have been. It was as if the rest of the world had just gone away. Both Karen and Rory were on edge and snapped at each other over even the smallest of things.

After several beers and a full pack of cigarettes Karen was even annoyed at Rory's ability to take a leak. He would just unzipped his fly, pull out his pecker and let go. She on the other hand was forced to pull down her jeans, squat down, pull and hold out her underwear away from her crouch, pray that nothing bit her on the ass, all the while attempting to keep from soiling her jeans or stepping in the puddle when she finished.

Karen was relieving her bladder and saw the car coming in their direction long before she could hear it. It started as a small speck on the horizon then slowly turned into a white spot and finally into the almost recognizable shape of a automobile. "A car's coming." She called to Rory as she pulled up her jeans and pointed up the road.

Rory jumped out of the truck and looked to where she was pointing. Far off in the distance he could just barely recognize a car moving in their direction. "Okay." He said excitedly. "When it gets close enough you flag it down. If things go right we'll be driving outa here with some money in our pockets." "What do you mean if things go right?" Karen thought she understood him but she wanted to make sure.

"This time we do it my way." He informed her. "No sir... this time you ain't going to blow some guy for a lousy twenty bucks and a ride into town. I don't give a shit who's in that fucking car, I intend on driving away in it..... along with any money I find. I'm sick of this shit!"

"You better think about it. Car jacking and robbery is big time." Karen didn't care about the people in the car but she didn't feel comfortable doing what Rory proposed, especially after the amount of beer Rory had consumed.

"And killing your uncle isn't big time! Screw that, I'm doing it! When the car pulls over you just make sure you keep who's ever in it busy so I can get behind them. I don't plan on killing anyone, but I sure as hell will if I have to. I ain't spending another minute out here." Karen knew he was absolutely serious. Then he added. "Don't fuck this up! I mean it!"

"Don't you either," She answered. "being all liquered up and all."

Art and Louie had been driving for three days stopping only once at a off-the-beaten-track motel. After the first day Art got of the interstate and took the much less traveled road's and highways heading south. While on the interstate Art had noticed a Trooper, parked on a on-ramp that had quickly snapped on his overhead flashing lights and attempted to get behind the caddy. Had it not been for heavy traffic he would have caught them. Art assumed there must be an all points bulletin out on any white Cadillac with New York plates and the Trooper may even had made their plates and concluded they were heading south. He became a little concerned about road blocks but so far they hadn't run in to any.

Art noticed the vehicle parked on the side of the roadway long before Louie said. "Hey, looks like a stalled car up there, the hood is up."

"Yeah I see it." Art answered. "Looks like a couple of people standing next to it." He eased up on the accelerator allowing the big car to slow down. "I think I'll stop and pick um up. The police are looking for two guy in a white Caddy, maybe a couple of extra body's will throw them off. Especially out here in hick world USA."

"Yeah Art. That sounds like a real good idea." Louie confirmed.

As they approached Art saw what looked to be a young woman or girl step out onto the pavement flagging them down by waving her arms. He pulled over and parked several feet behind the pick-up truck.

Although he didn't expect any trouble from a stranded pair of kids, out of sheer habit he pulled his automatic from under the seat and slipped it into his waistband next to the small of his back. Grabbing his jacket from the back seat he slipped it while getting out of the car.

"Car trouble?" He called walking toward Karen and Rory.

"Yeah." Karen called back. "We've been here all day. Thanks for stopping."

"Sure thing. Wouldn't leave anybody stuck in a hell hole like this." Art said looking around as he quickly sized up the couple. The woman was between sixteen and nineteen years old, hard to tell a kid's age theses days, long straight dark hair, five foot two or three, young hard body, sexy and attractive. The man was in his very early twenties, around six feet tall and looked like someone that could have belonged in a street gang, short cropped bleached blond hair, large hoop earrings in both ears, poor quality tattoo of a skull on the left side of his neck, and several indistinguishable homemade tattoos across his knuckles. 'A real punk.' Art thought to himself.

"So what's wrong?" Art asked as Louie caught up to him.

"Engine froze up." Rory answered flatly.

"Hi." Louie said nodding his head.

"Hi." Karen returned Louie's greeting.

"Well, having the motor gone is a real pisser all right. Guess you'll have to take a lift with us." Art answered but his mind was really on the Ohio license plates on the truck. Some states have special plate letter's differentiating trucks from passenger car's but Ohio wasn't one of them and Art wanted the truck plates for the Caddy, he just didn't know exactly how to go about getting them. He couldn't just ask for them, the kid's would get suspicious and the Caddy would be as hot as ever. He could always ice the two of them, but leaving dead body's laying around everywhere was never a good idea. Oh hell, he'd try and think of something.

Rory had watched the white Cadillac pull up and stop behind the truck. His heart picked up pace a little in anticipation of carrying out his plans for the car jacking and he hoped Karen wouldn't screw up the gig, she could be so God damn flaky. He carefully looked over the men that had gotten out of the car. Both were middle aged soft bodied business suit types and didn't look as if they would be any trouble for him at all. The first man to get out of the car was about five foot six or seven inches tall with a narrow thin frame and probably weighed out at a hundred and twenty pounds ringing wet. The second man was larger in both height and bulk at around six foot and two hundred plus pounds, but he sported a fare sized beer belly and didn't look like he would be very quick on his feet. 'No.' Rory thought to himself. 'These two crackers wouldn't be any trouble at all.'

Karen's pulse quickened and she took a hasty intake of breath when the man stepped out of the car. For one brief moment she thought it was her father. All the fear and shame she had suffered over the years living with her father cascaded through her mind and body. 'Yes daddy I'll be good. Please daddy don't hit me. Please daddy, I'll be daddy's good little girl. Daddy's good girl will do whatever daddy want's her to do. Oh! But that hurts me daddy.' Then as he came closer she realized it really wasn't her father at all, but rather just someone with the same thin build, height and stride. She relaxed letting the old fear's seep away. Rory flashed Karen a quick sideways glance and she knew he wanted her to distract the good Samaritan's so he could do what ever it was he planned on doing. She still felt a little guilty but they did need a car and screw the two old farts anyway, especially the one that looked like her dad. He deserved to get rolled just for looking like him. She stepped toward her left drawing both men's eyes with her, as she said in her most alluring voice. "I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate your stopping and helping us out. If there's... anything ... I can do to repay you please don't hesitate to ask." She placed just the right amount of emphasis on the word anything.

Rory made his move. His young muscular body stepped in behind Art, and his left arm quickly drove up under the shorter man's chin as his right hand snared the straight razor from his back pocket and expertly flipped it open then brought the exposed blade up against the man's out-stretched throat, all within a single movement. "Don't do anything cute or I'll cut your fucking throat man! All I want is your money and your car! That's all!" Rory told Art in a snarled voice. "Now tell your friend to get down flat on his stomach and spread his arms and legs out! Tell him now man! Tell him!" He pressed the blade a little tighter against Art's neck.

"Do like he say's Louie. Get down." Art attempted to talk in a anxious voice, although he wasn't really fearful. Hell, he'd had professionals make try's at him in the past, this was just some punk fucking kid, but he wanted the little punk to believe he was frightened just to keep the little shit from doing anything out of anxiety.

Louie dropped to the ground without hesitation and Art felt the blade at his throat relax just a little. Just as soon as Rory's hand relaxed, almost as if it had been scripted in some adventure movie, Art quickly brought his left arm up driving his hand upward and under the razor's cutting edge causing the sharp blade to slice deeply into the back of his hand. In that same movement Art forcibly drove his right elbow into the mid-section of Rory sending a loud "wosh" of air past the young man's lips and doubling him over levering his body's weight onto Art. Art's next movements were almost cat like as he pushed outward against the razor imbedded in his left hand catapulting it off to the side, then slouching down he spun around on the ball of his left foot, and used his right hand to yank the automatic out of his waistband and deliver two .45 caliber rounds directly into Rory's stomach from less than two inches away. Rory immediately crumbled to the ground, and began rolling from left to right, obviously in severe pain and just as obviously was bleeding to death. Art stripped off his jacket and quickly wrapped it around his wounded left hand. "Punk!" He said kicking Rory in the ribs.

Everything had occurred so quickly it wasn't until Rory was on the ground with blood oozing out from between the fingers covering his stomach that Karen even realize he had been shot. "Rory! Oh Shit! Rory!" She cried out running over to where he lay moaning in agony. "Oh God!" She screamed touching Rory's face. "You shot him! You bastard! You shot him!"

"What do you think he was doing to me? Asking for hug's?" Art said wrapping the jacket even tighter around his hand.

Karen looked up and said through tear streaked eyes. "He wasn't going to hurt you. All he wanted was your car. He wouldn't of hurt you. Why? Oh God why?"

"Fuck that little lady." Art answered casually. "If you ask someone to dance, you'd damn well better make sure you can follow the music. How bout you girl? You were going to let that little fuck just cut my throat even after I stopped to help and all. Your not as stupid as your boyfriend there are you? Huh? Stand up!"

"Screw you!" Karen said defiantly.

"Get her up here Louie." Art told Louie who had gotten back onto his feet the moment Art had made the first move toward the razor.

Louie walked over and roughly yanked Karen to her feet. "Hold her Louie. I want to make sure she isn't hiding any surprises like snot nose down there." Rory had stopped thrashing around and lay still.

Louie pinned Karen's arms behind her back and Art, using his good hand felt along the girl's side's for any type of weapon, then slipping his hand under her shirt he ran it up along her flat stomach and over her bra-less breasts. Karen yanked and pulled violently but she was being held much to firmly by Louie to free her self. "Fucking pervert!" She screamed as Art squeezed and pinched her orbs, then she looked into his face and felt his eyes burning into her. The red hue from the setting sun cast a sinister pall over his face, and fear replaced anger.

"This little cunt sure has got some great fucking tits." Art told Louie as he fondled the girl. Then he said to Karen. "Got to make sure you ain't hiding nothing anywhere else." And he moved his hand between her legs rubbing forward and back over her mound.

This latest feeling of fear for her life dispelled most of the initial shock brought on by Rory getting shot and stopped Karen from any farther struggling. She realized any effort fighting back would not only be futile, but could enrage the man even more then he was. She remained completely complacent while he continued feeling her up, spending time rubbing between her legs, then moving his hand under her shirt to her breasts. Karen knew she was in real trouble, these men were certainly not normal average business men, they were something quite different, and something much more dangerous. She sensed these men had the capability of killing her without a second thought, and as effortlessly as they had executed Rory. The only difference between her and Rory was, with the amount of attention the smaller man was lavishing on her breasts and other private parts, they would surely rape her before killing her. She felt her knees buckle with fright, and only the big man holding her up kept her from falling. Perspiration seeped out from under her armpits and she felt she might wet her pants at any moment. Drawing deep from within herself she called upon the one weapon in her arsenal.... sex.

She managed enough breath to plead. "Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me. You want me don't you? I could be nice to you..... if you don't hurt me..... I'll be real nice to you. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me."

Art stopped feeling the girl and asked Louie. "What do you say Lou. Should we let her be nice to us?"

"I sure wouldn't mind knocking off a little piece of that." Louie answered.

Art deliberately took his time unbuttoning her blouse, not an easy task one handed, then he pulled it apart exposing the girl's breasts. Her breasts were small and hard standing proudly off her chest, with dark pointed nipples and extra large light brown circular aureole's. "You do got a great set of tits there all right, honey." He said squeezing the right one. "But you ain't got nothing to bargain with." He reached down between her legs and squeezed her mound so hard she winced with pain. "If I want this pussy I'll just take it. Your mine to fuck if I want it."

"I know.... but.... " Karen could hardly speak. ".... but... it'd be a lot more fun if I were willing. I could.... I could really show you a good time. You'd have a lot more fun if I were willing."

"We'll see." He said releasing his grip. "Lou, go pull the car up. She ain't going anywhere. Are you honey?"

Louie released his hold on Karen and she immediately dropped down to one knee then slowly struggled back up to her feet a bit wobbly. "No sir." She said quietly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Louie drove the Caddy alongside the truck and Art ushered Karen into the back seat. After opening the trunk Art selected a clean tee-shirt from his suitcase and re-bandaged his hand, then he tossed the bloody suit jacket off to one side. He had Louie deposit the body of the now deceased Rory into the trunk then had him switch license plates. Louie used the Caddy to push the truck across the highway into a deep ravine where it would be difficult to spot from the road unless you were looking for it. Then with Louie driving Art climbed into the back seat with Karen.

"Hey Lou. Hand me that whisky bottle, will ya.." Art requested of Louie from the back seat. He had unwrapped his hand and was examining the damage made by the razor. Louie reached across the seat and handed the bottle of Jack Daniel's to Art

Art opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of amber liquid onto the tee-shirt substituting as a bandage before he re-wrapped the hand.

"How's it look?" Louie asked glancing at Art in the rear view mirror.

Art took several long pulls on the bottle before answering. "Ya know, I remember an old cowboy movie I saw once as a kid. It stared this tough ass cowboy by the name of Lash Laroo. Well in this movie old Lash gets plugged in the shoulder with a Colt .44, and when his sidekick asked him how he was doing he simply answered 'Ain't nothing but a flesh wound Pard.' Well, this ain't nothing but a flesh wound."

Karen sat scrunched up in one corner of the back seat considering her situation for the hundredth time. She felt that for the moment she was probably safe but after these men had their way with her it would be undoubtedly be different. The realization struck her that even now that all initial shock had worn off she didn't feel a great deal of remorse over Rory's death. Her indifferent feelings about Rory was a little puzzling and she wasn't sure if it were due to her current concern for her own life, or because he hadn't meant that much to her in the first place. She remembered the man named Art calling Rory a punk, and after two months with him she probably felt the same way about him. Rory was big and looked real tough, but all the while they were on the road he hadn't done Jack shit. She had been the one to get what little money they could scrounge, and it was her, out of sheer desperation that had asked her uncle to take them in. Yeah, she concluded she had lost a lot of feelings for Rory and that was why she was so indifferent.

She took a sideways glance at Art, from profile he resembled her father even more than before, and that was very unsettling. Memories of her father was the one thing she couldn't deal with. Through sheer will power alone she managed to push those images and thoughts aside knowing how important it was she concentrate on her current dilemma.

From overheard scrapes of conversations between Art and the other man called Louie, Karen had pieced together that they must have done some kind of a robbery in New York City and that the police were currently looking for them. That robbery had netted them a great deal of money which was tucked away inside two brief cases in the trunk with Rory's body. She had gotten that information when Art verbally chastised Louie for getting Rory's blood all over the money bags. She felt the odds of staying alive were much better if she could keep these men sexually interested in her. A lot of women believed the way to a man's heart was his stomach, Karen knew, from experience it was actually through his cock. She had learned, and used to her advantage, the fact of most women only willing to suck a man's cock before marriage. After marriage, putting a cock into one's mouth had suddenly become something disgusting only whores did. Karen knew most married men wanted, and would go to great lengths to get a blow job and she'd taken advantage of that by sucking men's cocks when it could get her something she needed. One such a man had been her high school math teacher. He was married to a typical, 'that filthy thing ain't going into my mouth' wife, and when Karen desperately needed a passing grade she had sucked him off right under his class desk after class. Not only had she gotten the grade she needed but nice gifts whenever they went to some out of town motel for an hour or two of fucking and sucking. It was during one of theses motel sessions that Karen for the first time had the opportunity to watch a real porno movie. That movie furnish Karen a worthy education in the art of great cock sucking. Karen decided to take full advantage of that education in her current predicament. She also knew most guy's loved listening to a woman talk like slut during sex. The more a woman used words such as cock, cunt, pussy, suck, dick, fuck me, and so on, the more turned on the guy became. Although, very few woman ever used the "C" word.

She turned to her left looking at Art. "Want me to suck your weenie?" She asked in a sultry voice.

"Huh?" Art looked over at her confused.

"Your hand look's like it hurts. Maybe if I sucked you off it'd take some of the pain away. I'll give you some of the best head you ever had." She ran her tongue seductively over her lips.

"Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you? So kind of little whore or something?" Art wrinkled his nose.

"No I'm not!" She answered him defiantly. "I'm just a girl that want's to stay alive. I'm so scared I could pee my pants right now. Back there I told you I'd be nice to you if you didn't hurt me. So far you haven't hurt me and I'm just keeping to my end of the bargain. I know most men like women to talk slutty to them when they..... well you know. Listen, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me. Here, I'll show you how willing I am." She opened her shirt exposing her breasts. "Remember, you said you liked my tits. Well, here look at them. Do you still like um?"

"Yeah! Shit! I still like um." He said reaching over and pinching her nipple with his good hand. "What's your name, and how the hell old are you anyway."

"Karen and I'm seventeen..... I'm not a... a virgin though.... " She attempted to look shy. ".. but I'm close to one. Rory..... you know that guy you.... well you know. He's the only one that ever had me... and... and I only let him do it a couple of times... it's so... you know... so personal and all."

"Fuck me. Just a second ago you were asking to suck my cock, now your telling me you've only been screwed a couple of times, I don't know. It's fucking weird. What the hell is some seventeen year old kid doing out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere with dumb-fuck no one anyway?" Art took a little time hefting her globes feeling their weight.

Karen's voice took on the quality of young adolescent innocents. "He was just some guy that helped me get away from home. My mom died a few years ago," she bit down on her lower lip. "and when I turned seventeen, that was three months ago, my dad came into my room and told me that at seventeen a girl turns into a woman, and that her father should be the first to take her. He told me that was so she wouldn't be lured away by the first young stud with a hard on. Well....He.... He tried to rape me." She paused momentarily as if recalling a horrid incident then continued. "But he was pretty drunk that night and I managed to get away from him. After that I ran away. I couldn't stand the thought of my own father.... you know.... doing it to me." She paused again, took a deep breath then continued. "We.. me and Rory were on our way to hook up with that evangelist preacher guy down in Arkansas.... that... ah.. Reverent Bishop or something like that, you know that guy they've been talking so much about on the radio, the one that's been healing all those people. well... then the truck broke down and here I am." As she told him the fabricated story she reached into her jeans pocket and took out two elastic hair bands. She parted her hair and tied two equally sized pony tails each one banded just above her ear's. She knew how much men lusted after young girls, and Karen in pony tails, (were it not for her well developed breasts), looked like she could be twelve or thirteen years old.

"Jesus!" Art said almost astounded. "If it wasn't for theses tits of yours I swear you were a fucking kid. Shit! How big are these baby's anyway?' He asked hefting her breasts one at a time again.

"Thirty two or thirty three B.... maybe C. I've never worn a bra, so I'm not really sure. Some girls develop a lot earlier than others. They were almost this big when I was twelve." She paused and took his hand into hers and squeezed it gently, then looking directly into his eyes with as much sincerity as she could fake she said "So.... do you want me to give you that blow job?" She noticed a tent forming in the crotch of his pants and she knew he was getting turned on.

Art really didn't have to think long about it. Playing with her tits had gotten him hard and she was a sexy little thing. "Yeah! You bet!. Come on baby and play the old skin flute. You'll have to get it out of my pants though, I've only got one good hand." He sat back giving her open access to his fly.

"Yes sir." She said in a timid captive's voice. She slid down onto car's floor, kneeling between his legs and with both hands, she gently unzipped his pants. He pressed down on the car's floorboard's with his feet, raising his ass off the seat and she pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles freeing his stiff cock. She worshipfully and tenderly held his cock in her hand feeling it became harder than it already had been. As he leaned back on the car cushion she wrapped her lips briefly around the tip and licked the underside of the head, just as she had seen the woman in the porno movie do. "Oh, yeah baby. That's what I needed, some tender affection to my meat. I can't even feel my fucking hand anymore. Ahhhh.... Yeah!" Her mouth began to engulf more of the object each time she leaned forward until she felt it strike on her rear teeth. "Open wider honey, take it all down baby! Suck up the whole thing!" He commanded. "MMMrgph!" was her only reply as her fingers worked the base of his cock, and aroused his balls. She felt the best chance of her surviving was in giving him the best blow job of his life, so again, as she had seen the porn star do, she drove his cock down into her throat forcing herself to control the normal gag response she felt from his cock as it entered. She was determined to suck him at least as good as the woman in the movie, and her tongue was finally able to wash along his flopping balls and her upper lip reached the root of his cock pressing it against his pubic hairs. She pumped up and down, three, four times, driving the head of his cock into her throat on each down stroke, she paused so she could look up and make eye contact with him, then she pumped again. "Ungh!, Ungh!, Ungh!," She heard him utter with each massage of her mouth. His legs pressed upward, thrusting his cock deeper, and she knew his cum was starting to rise from his balls. She pushed her mouth downward over his cock as far as she could and let him shoot several globs of jism directly down her throat, then very quickly she pulled her mouth away and used her hand to jack him off while he continued to squirt globular balls of sperm across her face, and into her waiting open mouth. When his orgasm was seemingly over she gave him another sensation in pleasure, by taking his cock back into her mouth and sucking firmly on it milking him of the few extra drops left in the tip. He laid back, panting heavily and she could tell by the look on his face he was both satisfied and enjoyed seeing his cum dripping down her face onto her bare breasts.

"God damn! Holly fucking shit! Now you know how to suck some cock honey!" He finally said between panting breaths.

Karen climbed up onto the seat and used the bottom of her shirt to wipe off her face and breasts. "Oh, thank you sir. I hoped I could please you." She answered meekly.

After Art caught his breath he said questionably. "You sure don't blow like no fucken almost virgin kid."

"Oh yeah. Well... Rory... He made me, you know... watch some porno movies. I really didn't want to but.... Well anyway, I sucked you like one of the lady's in the movie sucked this guy. I wasn't sure if I could do it right or not. But, I guess I did all right then. Huh?" She helped him pull his pants back up.

"Yeah. I'd say you did all right. I think I'll keep you around for a while. If you can fuck anything like you can suck, I'd say you were a real keeper."

"I just know you'll like my tight little pussy sir." She said placing his hand between her legs.

"There you go with that filthy mouth again but, yeah. I'll just bet I will it." He answered rubbing over her mound vigorously with his hand.

Louie had quietly remained driving while Karen was blowing Art. He had however, adjusted the rear view mirror slightly so he could catch a peek of the girl's mouth as it sucking down on Art's cock. Now that she was finished he said. "Hey Art. What about me, huh?"

"What about you Louie." Art asked.

"I want some. It ain't fair if she don't give me some too." Louie re-adjusted the mirror so he could see Art's face.

"Well Shit! It ain't fair!" Art mocked Louie then continued. "Christ all mighty, your driving man. I can't drive with this hand. Just keep your eyes on the fucking road and your pecker in your pants." Art replied.

"Ain't fair Art. It just ain't fair man." Louie sounded like a ten year old.

"I'd be happy to get him off from the front seat... that is.... if you want me to sir." Karen offered. She definitely didn't want the two of them arguing over her. Not yet anyway.

"Okay. But you better not wreck up this car Louie or I'll personally cut your fucking pecker off!" Art wasn't really mad he just had to remind Louie of things from time to time.

As Karen scrambled over the seat Art smacked her on the ass. "God damn you got a tight ass girl." He smiled.

Karen flipped up the arm rest separating the drivers seat from the passenger seat and leaned over toward Louie. Louie adjusted the steering wheel lever so the wheel was up to its full height and Karen's head could more easily fit between it and his crotch. Karen unzipped his fly and after some difficulty managed to withdraw his cock from his pants. It was immediately obvious to her that Louie's cock was much larger than Art's, at about seven inches long, and even thicker than any she had ever seen before. She stretched her mouth wide and managed to suck the large cock head in past her lips. She pushed downward struggling to get it all the way back to her throat, but due to its large size it became uncomfortable and she only took in as much as was physically possible. Because she was unable to take the thick head down into her throat she instead used her tongue expertly, lapping lightly all around his cock's glands, as she bobbed up and down over his thick stiff shaft. Her jaw started to ache from being stretched out so far and she closed her eyes and tried to vacuum an eruption from out of his balls by sucking deep and hard. She felt motion building inside him and she pressed her head downward against his cock her lips and teeth continuing to reach downward for the root of the organ, until the head was pressing on the back of her palate. She could tell he was on the verge of eruption and a second later hot fluid from the end of his cock splashed against the roof of her mouth and over her tongue. He moaned with pleasure as he came. "Yeah! Ohooo... Yeah! Suck it you little cunt! Suck it all! Aaaa....." She sucked vigorously and swallowed as much of his salty sperm as fast as she could, but his ball's were so filled, some of the liquid escaped and dribble out of the sides of her mouth from around his thick shaft. She thought he would never stop cuming. He was like a never ending river of jiz forcing her to swallow time and time again, and still he filled he mouth with sperm..... until finally he was dry and she could pull her weary, over stretched jaw off of his large member.

She carefully pushed his softening member back into his pants and zipped him up, then she climbed over into the back seat.

"God... What a sweet mouth! Man oh man.... I liked it Art. Man I really liked it!" Louie excitedly said.

"Don't go getting yourself all worked up Lou. You know how you get when your all worked up." He advised Louie while indicating to Karen he wanted her to unbutton her jeans.

Karen obliged and he slipped his good hand under her panties feeling her soft downy pussy hairs skim across his palm as his finger slid along her crack searching for her womanhood.

Louie pulled in and parked the car in front of the run down motel office as Art had directed him to do. "Go in and get us a room Lou. We'll wait out here."

Louie got out of the car and entered the office. He returned several minutes later holding a key.

The motel was located on the same old highway they had been traveling on about fifty or sixty miles from where the truck had broken down. Like the highway it hadn't seen much traffic after the new inter-state had been put in and had not been kept up. The entire place was in need of paint and based on the amount of cars parked it the spaces located in front of each room less than a third of the place was occupied.

The locality suited Art just fine, being several miles outside the next nearest populated area, and being off the beaten track it would give them a place to sleep, something both him and Louie needed. He hadn't made up his mind how to deal with Karen yet, knowing if both him and Louie went to sleep she'd probably take a powder, but if needed he could always tie her to the bed or something. He'd deal with that when the time came.

Louie backed the big car into the space in front of their room and shut of the engine. Using some caution because of the body in the trunk they took the money bag's as well as their personal luggage into the room and locked the door behind them.

"I think I'll take a shower if it's all right." Karen said to Art.

"I need to use the bathroom first." Art answered. "I've got to clean up this hand and take a piss. Hell, you can help me with both. Come on." He took the bottle of whisky and walked into the bathroom.

Karen followed Art into bathroom and saw he had removed the bloody tee-shirt and was running hot water into the basin. After testing the water he plunged his wounded hand into the hot water and used his finger tips to clean around the damaged area. Surprisingly after he was done cleaning and rinsing the laceration didn't look that severe, but was very puffy and red all around it.

"Reach in my back pocket and get the razor your punk boyfriend tried to cut me with." Art told Karen.

After Karen retrieved the razor he said. "Now cut a four inch wide strip off that clean towel for a bandage." Karen cut the strip while he poured whiskey over the wound then she helped wrap the hand, folding the material under itself to hold it in place.

"Yeah. That's better. Now help me take that piss." He said examining the makeshift bandage.

Karen was confused about his last request and shrugged her shoulders. " Aaa... I don't know.....?"

"Come on." He cut her off, but his voice was not angry. "Just get my pants off then aim my pecker at the bowl. That shit is hard to do one handed and I'd much rather have you unzipping my pants than Lou."

"Oh! Okay. Sure." She answered, now understanding. She unfastened his belt and pants, then unzipped him. Gripping his pants along the hips she pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. She lifted the toilet seat then carefully took his soft member in her hand and pointed the head toward the water in the bowl. A heavy stream of yellow liquid gushed out of his cock splashing and mixing with the water. "Aaaaaaa..... Man a good piss feels almost as righteous as pussy." He told her while he relieved himself.

When the flow of urine stopped he said. "Aaaa.. Yeah. That feels better. Clean off my dick honey."

She started to reached for the remnant of the towel she had cut but he stopped her by saying. "No. Not like that. Use you mouth baby. Clean it off with your lips."

"Oh gee's, that's disgusting." Karen said with distaste in her voice.

"Yeah I know. Get with it. I'm getting turned on." He answered flatly.

Karen could feel his cock hardening in her hand as she leaned over and took his member into her mouth. She tasted the few bitter drops of urine on her tongue that dribbled out of the head as she sucked back a forth several times cleaning him with her mouth. She stood up and asked with arrogance in her tone. "Satisfied? Can I take a shower now?"

"No point in getting that little snatch of yours all cleaned up just to have me get it all dirty again. Come on. I want to knock off a piece of ass before going to sleep. Grab my pants. Will ya?" After Karen picked up his pants he took her hand and led her into the other room.

Louie was asleep flat on his back on the bed. "Hey Lou. Wake up. Get undressed your going to mess up your suit. Come on wake up!" Art pushed down several times on Louie's shoulder.

"Huh? What?" Louie said groggily.

"Get undressed man. Your going to fuck up your suit. "Besides, I was going to get me a little of this pussy. What do ya say? Want some?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah sure Art. Sure." Louie slowly got off the bed and started to undress.

Art took off his shirt and laid it over the back of the chair where Karen had placed his pants then he looked at Karen and winked before saying. "Come on honey. Get naked. I'm getting tired."

Both Art and Louie laid down completely naked on the bed and watched Karen while she undressed.

Karen felt a little self conscience doing a strip in front the two men, but if ever the term "life depending on it" ever meant anything, certainly this was the situation. She deliberately took her time with unbuttoning her shirt, adding some mystery and allure to act before tossing it onto the chair. "God damn Louie," Art said resting his head on his hands. "I ask you man. Is that a fucking pair of tities or what?"

"Yeah. Their nice all right Art. Their real nice." Louie confirmed.

Karen unsnapped her jeans then slowly pushed them down past her hips, thighs and calves until they were bundled around her ankles. She gracefully leaned forward, bending at the waist, affording the men a different viewing perspective of her full breasts as she stepped out of the jeans. She straightened up and stood motionless for several seconds dressed only in her hip hugger panties to tantalize the two men before she slipped her thumb's into the waistband of her panties to draw them down. As she lowered her panties the realization of what theses two men were going to do to her became a reality. Well, she told herself you've been fucked before, and for much lower stakes than your life. Yes, she would let theses old men take their pleasure with her and she would even pretend to enjoy it. If they wanted a fucking she'd give them the fuck of their life. She captivatingly stepping out of her panties then stood up straight and tall placing her hand on her hips giving them a completely unhampered view of her entire nakedness.

"Look at that little pussy Louie." Art laughed. "Is that the cutest little snatch you've ever seen?"

"She don't have much hair on it does she Art." Louie answered.

"She's young man. It'll fill out when she gets older. I like those slick little pussy's anyway." Art said to Louie, then to Karen he said. "Turn around honey. Give us a look at your ass."

Karen smiled down at the men then turned slowly as a model might do on a runway. Now with her backside facing them she erotically bent forward and stretched her leg's wide then pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Hmmm." She heard Art say. "Now that my friend is a hard body. A true hot young hard body. Get into bed baby. You got my cock so fucking hard it hurts. Get that sweet thing over here."

She turned and walked to the side of the bed and Art got up. "Lou scoot over to the middle of the bed." After Louie did as he requested he said. "Okay honey get up on your knees and suck him off, I'm going to fuck you from behind."

Karen took Art's cock into her hand and stroked it a few times as she said. "Ohooo... Are you going to put this big thing into my little pussy?" Then she looked down as if she were talking directly to his cock. "You be gentle with my little hole you big bad hunk, don't you hurt me." She squeezed it a little then climbed up onto the bed and kneeled down between Louie's out stretched legs. She felt the motion of the bed as Art crawled up behind her, then she felt one of his fingers running down along her butt crack to her vaginal opening. The finger penetrated inside her hole sending a small spasm of electricity through her body.

"Your nice and wet." Art told her after pulling his finger out and rubbed vigorously along her clit. Even though Karen was not sexually aroused she had learned how to get herself prepared to take a man inside of her. Before she learned that trick her father would enter her dry leaving her sore and raw for day's. Necessity being the mother of invention she could get her juices flowing in even the most unpleasant sexual situations such as this.

"I'm all wet and dripping for you baby. Give it to me! Fuck me good! Give me that big cock! Your going to like watching me suck your friends cock while your fucking me. Aren't you?" She said as she leaned forward and sucked Louie's cock into her mouth.

"Yeah, I'll like it okay. Are you ready for the fuck of your life honey?" Art asked as he pressed his member's head against her opening.

"Hmmmm..... Yyeeessss." She answered as best she could with a mouth full of cock.

"I can't wait any longer.... Aaaaa.... I need some pussy!" Art said and she felt him push into her. She pushed back into him drawing him completely into her, then she pressed her vaginal muscles around his shaft squeezing and caressing his cock. . "Ohooo... Fuck..... Yeah.... Hot box mama..." He yelled driving his hips into her ass before taking on a rhythm of pumping forward and back.

He was fucking her harder now, his hips slapping hard against her buttocks, and she couldn't help but feel the raw, carnal sexuality of what he was doing to her. She found it difficult to keep her mouth sliding smoothly up and down along Louie's cock with Art pounding into her from behind, the cock would slip out of her mouth and she had to balance on one hand so she could guide it back in, but after a little practice she got the hang of it and was fucking and sucking with the best of them.

Louie reached between her arms and his hands slid up her body so he could squash her breasts, his fingers squeezed and twisted through the soft, oozing meat. She groaned in pleasure, her tits ached, feeling like utters on a milking machine.

Her ass was humping back and forth under Art's power, his hands jerked her back and his hips slammed her forward and she was grunting constantly now, in time to his hard thrusts. Her eyes were closed and she sucked steadily and passionately on the cock in her mouth and she felt her body humming with pleasure and heat in spite of herself. Then, with one hand on her shoulder, Art shifted his other hand down her belly, stroking roughly, and he slid his fingers down between her legs. She felt a single finger pressing against the top of her slit, pressing against her clitty, shoving it against his pistoning cock. She gasped as heat poured into her. His cock sawed across her clitoris with terrible strength as his finger mashed it down. She gave a short muffled cry, almost loosing the cock in her mouth and She shuddered, then groaned, her chest locked tightly as her body blasted into the most powerful, massive orgasm she had ever experienced. She arched up and gurgled helplessly, around the cock in her mouth and became overwhelmed by the sheets of crackling sexual lightning that tore through her quivering frame.

Louie intensified the squeezing and pinching of her soft flesh with heated passion and she knew he was close to coming. She pulled her mouth off of Louie's cock and started to jack him off vigorously with her hand and yelled. "Ohoooo.... Yes! Give it to me! Give it all to me! I want to feel and taste your hot cum! I want all of it! Aaaaaa..... YES! Give it to me!".

Louie moaned. "Ohoooo.... Aaaaaa..." and she quickly put her mouth over his squirting member drinking down as much of his jizzum as she could, knowing a lot of it escaped and landed around his balls and groin.

Art yelled, "Ungh, Ugh Aaaaaaaa FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK", as he sent a warm liquid rush into her cunt. She could feel his sperm gushing up into her, spraying into the depths of her belly. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Take it bitch! Take my cum! I'm shooting' it up your cunt! I'm gonna drown you in my juice!" He groaned and clutched her tightly to his chest, emptying his balls up inside her pussy. Her vagina squeezed and sucked on his cock, draining him dry as he eased his frantic movements. He sighed and was still, his heat drained along with his balls. He hugged her tightly for long moments, licking at the side of her neck watching as she continued pumping her mouth over Louie's cock hungrily drinking down his load.

After Louie finished coming Art pulled his cock out and rolled to the side, letting Karen sink down on top of Louie's body as the flood inside her vagina tickled down her ass onto the inside of her thighs.

Karen layed panting heavily, her head resting on Louie's mid- section for several seconds before rolling off of him. She was amazed that she had experienced such an intense orgasm given the situation, but accepted and even enjoying it she remained still between the two men almost occupied with the sexual satisfaction.

"I'm going to get some shut eye." Art said rolling onto his side. "You just keep your sweet little behind between us honey. If you get up I'll beat your ass good."

"I wanted to take a shower!" Karen argued.

"Fuck that!" Art answered. "Shower later! Right now I need some sleep!"

"Shit!" Karen commented disgustingly.

Karen turned onto her side knowing any farther argument would be fruitless and decided she might as well get some rest herself.

It was perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes later, Art's breathing was steady and rhythmic in slumber and Karen was just at the twilight stage of dozing when she was startled to alertness by something probing in-between her legs from behind. It took her several seconds to realize the probing was from Louie's cock attempting to enter her.

"Are you already looking for more Louie?" She asked turning her head over her shoulder.

"Yeah." He answered quietly. "Can I have some?"

"Come on I'll help." She told him as she reached down between her legs and taking his hot shaft in her hand she pressed it to just the right place, hunching herself upward to aid his entrance into her vagina.

Once the head was past her nether lips he pushed forward stretching and filling her more than ever before with his huge cock. "Ohooo..." She moaned. "You are a big fella aren't you. Aaaa...."

He didn't answer her as the intruder made its way deeper and deeper into her moist opening, and Karen pushed herself backward toward him as he began moving in and out of her. He moved more quickly, hunching forward into her and driving most of his length into her with each lunge. Karen stared at Art's sleeping back, her mouth opened wide, amazed at the sensations flooding her. The earlier orgasm she had experienced seemed to intensify her need for a second one, she wanted to cum. She raised her hand toward her chest as she became comfortable with the motion of their hunching bodies, still supporting herself with her elbow she began pinching her nipples. She tightened and released her vaginal muscles, stroking the huge shaft that slid between her lips. Each time she fucked back at him the head of his huge cock would press more firmly against her cervix, but she came to accept and enjoy the pounding that he was giving her, wanting and even needing to feel him slamming against the opening of her womb. Then, Karen felt an explosion within her that came without warning. The force of it jerked her ass forward and back with such force that she swore it would wake up Art. Her head pressed down hard into the pillow, her elbow pressed upward, her breasts nipples tingled with excitement from her finger tips and she felt him continue ramming into her sending every nerve in her body to be charged at once, then the extreme pleasure of the manhood within her was eclipsed by the eruption of orgasmic tremors which coursed through her from head to foot. She shook, trembled, and was only barely able to resist screaming out loud as wave after wave of pleasure exploded within her. Then Louie grunted several times, "Uagg.... Uagg... Uaggg... Uaggg.... ," in rhythm with his jerking penis as it pumped load after load of hot sperm into her writhing young body and he pulled her back against him hard, releasing the flood from his balls.

She relaxed, and after a few minutes she felt Louie's cock soften and finally slip out of her. "Hummm....You were really good Louie." She whispered over her shoulder. "I really got off on your big cock."

"Aaaa.... Oh.... Aaa... Yeah thanks. You were good too. I liked it." He whispered back seemingly to be at a loss for words. Nobody had ever told him he was good at anything, and certainly never about fucking. But then mostly he had only been with prostitutes.

Karen played sympathetic to his uneasiness and whispered. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you Louie. I just think a person should be told if their good at something."

"Aaa.. Yeah. Well your good too.... Real good. And I mean real good. I... I ain't never had no one like you before.... Aaa... You know, someone I ain't paid for and all. I think I'd like to marry somebody like you someday." Louie confessed.

"Well isn't that sweet." She rolled onto her other side and gave Louie a peck on the cheek. "Thank you Louie that's a very nice complement You really know how to talk to a girl."

"Auaa gee... Not really. Your just easy to talk to is all." He was obviously embarrassed again.

Karen propped herself up on one elbow and looking down at Louie she said. "I've really got to take a pee. Do you think it'd be okay if I went to the bathroom?"

"Aaa... I don't know. Art said you was to stay here." Louie reminded her.

"Come on Louie." She argued. "You don't want me to wet the bed do you? How can it hurt? It'll just take me a second to take a leak. Besides Art's sound asleep he'll never even know. I've really got to go bad."

"Well.... I guess it'll be okay. But you hurry back I don't want Art getting mad or nothing."

"Sure thing." She whispered giving him a kiss on the forehead as she crawled over his body.

Once in the bathroom Karen lowered the toilet seat and relieved her bladder. She didn't have much of a plan but it was her experience that most men dozed off immediately after having sex. It seemed to her the male sleep gland was closely related to the amount of cum in their balls. Full balls- awake, empty balls- time to sleep. At least that was the way it seemed to her.

She soaked the towel she had cut up earlier in some warm water and cleaned herself up. Her face, breasts, and all in-between her legs was covered with sticky cum due to the little orgy she and the boy's had previously experienced. She also wanted to give good old Louie some time to fall asleep. If her empty ball's theory were correct Louie should be knocked out at any time now.

She waited half expecting Louie to come looking for her, but after fifteen minutes or so, and not hearing anything she cautiously stepped out of the bathroom. She was pleasantly rewarded with finding both men fast asleep. Louie had taken up an annoying snoring sound that was music to the girl's ears.

She quickly got dressed and was just about to leave when she remembered the bag's of money. Carefully opening both bag's she discovered one of them contained what looked like drugs and she left it behind. The other, full of money she took with her.

It was full on dark outside as Karen hurried down the road. The bag was heavy but it was the salvation she needed and worth the strain of carrying it. She didn't want to take the car, not with a dead body in the trunk but, she did regret forgetting the car key's. Well, it was to late now and she wouldn't press her luck by returning. She didn't expect Art or Louie to wake up for quite a while but, She'd make sure to walk where she couldn't be spotted from the road just in case. She knew all to well, the dire consequences of Art finding her now, after taking all his money. She hummed to herself thinking she was assuredly the most expensive piece of ass either of those boy's had ever laid.

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