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CHAPTER SEVEN

"Ahhhhhh – God! He's fucking my asshole!" she cried heatedly, shaking her head, her ass and hips quivering wildly. "Whit! Whit, it's going in! His prick! I can feel it going up my butt! Ahhhhh, I'm squeezing and squeezing, but I can't stop it! Whit!"

"You bastards – you bastards…" Whit choked, watching it happen.

He couldn't believe the length of that prick of Harry's. He watched Monica be bent over slightly at the waist so that her asshole was elevated and opened for the spearing shaft, and then he watched it disappear slowly between her round, tight cheeks.

"Yaaaaagh!" Monica cried throatily, saliva drooling from her lower lip. Her tits shook. Her cheeks clenched and clamped. But there was nothing she could do to stop the relentless penetration of her butt.

She felt her anal mouth spread and quiver. The big head popped through the muscular ring with a rubbery snap. And then her whole bottom became more and more filled with hot, throbbing cock.

At the same time, Deke's mouth was wide open under her dripping, flowing pussy. His tongue battered her clit and made her gasp again and again. His hands were wrapped around her hips, and his fingers held hey asscheeks open for Harry's cock.

She tossed her head around and happened to see her brother once through the dizziness of her mind. His prick was shiny and fully erect. Carla was slipping her pursed lips up and down the full length of it.

She didn't blame him. He'd tried. She'd tried. There'd been no chance of success, that was all.

"Ahhhh, God!" she cried with a whimper.

She felt Harry's pelvis push up against her round globes. His pubes crushed and tickled against her skin. She knew he was in her butt to his root then. Her pussy shuddered and pulsed freely about Deke's sucking lips.

"She's ready," Deke said, taking his mouth away, wiping his chin and cheeks of her honey. He looked at his sister. "That's real good, Carla," he said. "It's nice and stiff and wet. You can stop sucking him, honey. Don't make him come."

Carla lifted her mouth away with a loud suck. Whit's cock trembled and bucked. She kept her finger up his asshole, screwing around in small circles.

"Ohhhhh, Deke," she moaned heatedly. "I got hot! Hurry and do it and then fuck me hard!"

"Ready, Harry?"

"Aw, man – wait just a minute," Harry gasped bassily. "God, her ass is tight! Man, it's gonna make me come! Just a minute – there! Yeah, there! I'm gonna come! Ah! God – ahhhhhgh!"

He groaned loudly. His hips jerked forward. His long prick bucked hard in the depths of her butt. It spat and spewed, and a warm flood of sperm filled Monica's shaking ass.

"Ahhhhh, he's coming in me!" she cried. "I feel it – hot and syrupy! Ahhhhhh, my God!"

Her hips jerked forward, making her asshole fuck along Harry's prick with a tight, slippery grip. Deke stood in front of her, and he pushed his chest up against her tits. His hand cupped her pussy as her anus pulsed and shivered. His fingertip rolled her clit, and she didn't have any alternative but to come and come.

"Yaaaah, Whit!" she cried.

She shuddered all over. Her tits swelled. Her pussy mouth flapped and foamed. Her ass drank deeply of the hosing mass of sperm flooding into it. Her knees quaked, and she fell against Deke and shuddered shamelessly.

"Okay, Deke," Harry gasped. "Now's the time." He pulled his long prick out slowly, making her anal ring tremble and shake. When he popped free, she cried out and shuddered. Then she felt herself being lifted off the floor by them and carried toward her brother.

Her eyes were hooded and half glazed. She couldn't see him clearly. But she saw the shining rod of his wet prick standing straight up from his lap, and she groaned with shameful, illicit lust.

Deke had one thigh and butt cheek. Harry had the other. Carla angled Whit's prick with one hand while she masturbated her sweltering pussy with the other and stared between Monica's thighs.

Whit stared too. They forced her thighs apart and brought her forward so that her feet were on either side of the chair and her brother's trussed body.

"Whit – Whit…" she moaned.

"Oh, Monica – I didn't plan it this way! I swear I didn't!"

She knew. She could tell. And it suddenly didn't matter. In fact she was glad her brother's prick would be the one to burst through her cherry and fuck into her virginal cunt.

She'd wanted Burke to be first. But of the others here, she would far and away take her brother to any of them. And there was nothing to do but take the advice he'd given her earlier. Enjoy it.

Her pussy mouth stretched wide open. Her asshole parted with it, and Harry's sperm ran out of it and dripped onto Whit's cock, making it even more slippery.

Carla was masturbating so hard now that her other hand jiggled all over and made the head of Whit's cock slip and slide all over her crotch.

It sucked between her pussy lips and plucked at her virginal mouth. It prodded at her clit. It mashed her cunt petals and slid under to her asshole and went partway inside when they lowered her too soon and lifted her off again.

She moaned and shivered all the while, feeling her crotch be set ablaze by the slippery sponginess of her brother's cockhead. Whit's cock throbbed and jerked with each searing touch of her heated, slippery folds against the sensitive glans.

Wendy and Emmett watched, too. She was sitting in his lap while he was in one of the other chairs. They both faced Monica. Wendy swiveled her fleshy ass around and took the thick plug into her butt, moaning and rolling her tits and stroking her pussy at the same time.

Then it was done.

She felt the wide head at her cunt mouth. She felt the silky muscles expand and stretch. She felt the taut membrane over her cunt tunnel begin to scream toward the point of rupture.

"There!" Carla cried heatedly. "It's in! Let her down! Make him fuck her open! Ohhhhh, I'm so hot!"

She was lowered slowly. She looked into her brother's eyes. She forgave him for what he couldn't help.

"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried tightly, her hips wrenching in their tight grip. "Ohhhhhhh, you're fucking me, Whit!"

They let her all the way down. The pain stabbed through her body and then became caught up in other sensations. She felt the silky folds of her pussy quiver and suck at the invader into their midst.

She felt her brother's cock throbbing and jerking inside her. It went in and in and in.

"Ahhhh, Sis! Your pussy's so sweet and tight! Ah, God! What a sweet cunt! Ohhhhh, honey, I'm going to come! I can't help it, Monica! Don't hate me! Don't… ahhhhhhgh!"

He arched up as much as he could, straining against the ropes around him. She felt his heated, sucked-on cock buck wildly. Then he was spewing a huge, flooding wad of cum into her virginal cunt.

The first sensation of heated wetness was electrifying. She'd dreamed about it for days. Now that she felt her first prick blast into her pussy, she arched her neck and spine and thrust her tits against her brother's mouth and came violently, shuddering and yelling.

"Yaaaah, Whit! I'm coming around your prick! My brother! My brother's spurting prick! Yaaaaagh!"

"Ooooo, Emmett – flood my hot asshole!" Wendy cried, shivering all over his lap as his thick plug burst forth again.

"Ohhhhhh, Deke – fuck me, honey – fuck me!" Carla cried, swirling her hand over her dripping pussy.

She fairly lunged at her brother, taking him to the floor, ripping his pants down his hips and grabbing his rigid cock. She lay on top of him and wriggled her hips against his, feeding his prick into her hole.

Whit looked around his sister's shoulder and watched. Carla's spread ass was pointed right toward him. He saw the length of her brother's prick slide right up her hot cunt and fuck furiously.

His own prick jerked inside his sister's tight, shivering pussy. There was only a moment of rancor in him. He watched the heaving rump he'd thought had belonged to him. He could see the pink-brown asshole he'd fucked and fucked. He could see the sucking pussy lips, bloated and slippery with honey as they puffed around the root of her brother's prick the way they used to puff out around his.

When he saw the grinding clash they made against each other and the sudden spurt of white sperm oozing out around her cunt lips, something let go within him, and he didn't care about Carla any more.

Monica sat on his lap, facing him. She couldn't get off. She held his prick deep in her wet pussy and let the tingles jump shamelessly through her body. She sighed and leaned against his chest, her tits flattening. She rested her head in the hollow of his shoulder.

"I really blew it, didn't I, Sis?" he said softly.

She nodded silently. Her pussy squeezed reflexively around his imbedded prick. "I think I'm going to come again, Whit," she gasped quietly. "Oh, God – and to think how depraved I felt when you just squeezed my tit this afternoon."

"Go ahead, honey. Come all you want to. You don't have to hold it back. It'll be our secret, I promise. I remember what it was like the first time. You just come and come."

"Ohhhhh, God," she moaned again, her voice quivering. Her pussy sucked and drew. She couldn't stop it. The sensation was too thrilling. "Now!" she whispered in his ear. "Whit, now!"

She squealed softly in the back of her throat, burying her face in the hollow of his neck. Her cunt muscles spasmed. Tingles shot all through her body, and she couldn't keep her ass from wriggling in his lap.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Oh, God, that feels good, Sis!" he gasped. "Aw, shit – I'm going to come too! Honey, your tight pussy's just drawing it up from my balls! I'm sorry! God, I'm sorry!"

"It's all right, Whit! Come! Ohhhhh, I can feel it pumping into the back of my pussy! Ohhhh, God, it's exciting!"

"Hey, they're doin' it again!" Wendy cried, pointing her finger and jiggling all over.

Monica moaned. Nothing was secret. Nothing of her life had ever been secret.

"I'm gonna fuck that there hot cunt now, Harry rumbled, pulling at his long prick."

Wendy waddled over, sperm dripping from both her holes and running down her thighs. "And I'm gonna titty-fuck that hot prick! Get her off, Harry!"

She and Harry lifted Monica from Whit's lap so quickly her gripping, tight pussy nearly folded inside out. "Ahhhhh, Whit!" she cried.

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Whit yelled.

"Stop me, buddy," Harry cackled, folding Monica over the arm of the couch. Her ass thrust into the air. She turned her head and cried and sobbed and flopped her hands helplessly behind her back, straining at the rope around her wrists.

She felt Harry dabble in her wet pussy folds with his fingers. "God damn, she were a virgin!" he said with surprise. "The juice is pink. Hot damn – a tight hole!"

He aimed his long cock and put the head between her bloated lips. He pushed forward. The long, long prick ran up her pussy – up and up.

"Ahhhhhhhgh!" Monica cried, lifting her head from the seat of the moldy, stinking couch.

Thrills chased up and down her spine. She couldn't stop them. His prick slid in and out with long, steady strokes. She could just see Whit from the corner of her eye.

Wendy was between his legs, playing with his prick, sucking at it and jacking it and hefting his balls. Then she took her big soft tits in her hands and licked the nipples and wrapped the flesh tightly around his standing cock and rolled them up and down the stalk.

"Titty-fuck!" she cried. She dipped her head and sucked the head of his prick as it peeped between the mounds of flesh. "Make it shoot, rich boy! Gimme some oyster stew to drink!" She giggled and farted a dollop of sperm from her asshole.

Emmett came over, big and hairy. He held his fat prick to her lips. "Get it hard, twat," he growled. "I'm gonna fuck me some fresh cunt too, just as soon as Harry's finished."

"Aw, Emmett!" Wendy cried.

"You're fuckin' him, aintcha?"

"Just with my tits! It ain't the same, Emmett!"

"Get it hard," he growled again.

She sucked his prick. Whit looked at the monstrously wide and stubby dick. She could barely wrap her lips around it. He shuddered, thinking what pain his sister was going to suffer.

"Hot damn! What a tight twat! God, she's strippin' it!" Harry bellowed. He grabbed Monica's hips and bore against her upturned ass and drove his cock into her cervix and let it explode there.

"Eeeeee!" Monica cried sharply, tears coming to the backs of her eyes. The thing felt as if it were coming out her throat! She felt the powerful blast of sperm at her womb.

She heard Emmett's guttural growl. She felt the long prick be pulled from her pussy. Her lips quivered and sucked, and then they wrapped around a tree trunk.

Her eyes popped open. "God, no!" she cried.

A pole split her middle. She was thankful it was a short pole, at least. Hair covered her butt like a fur blanket. Hard, thrusting jabs made her whole body shake.

She couldn't believe how wide her pussy stretched. It quivered and shuddered, and electric jolts shot through her. She couldn't stop them.

"Ali! Ahhhhh!" she cried, over and over.

"Bitch knows she's gettin' fucked now, by God!" Emmett cackled, banging and jabbing into her spread cunt hole.

"You fuckin' her, I'm gonna fuck him, Emmett," Wendy challenged.

She didn't wait for a response. She climbed into Whit's lap, forcing her meaty thighs around his.

She held her pussy lips open and looked down at her red, dripping hole as she centered it over his prick and sat down.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned, chewing rapidly on her gum. "How ya like that for hot pussy, rich boy! Ohhhh, yes – jerk around in there and give it a bath, sweetie!"

Monica's head buzzed. Sounds were foggy. But she heard her brother's grating cry of orgasm, and she couldn't contain her own any longer.

Her pussy clamped tightly about the fat prick up it and shivered. "Eeeeeaaaah!" she screamed.

Emmett's big prick hosed into her upturned hole, filling it, making it overflow. Slippery juice boiled from her twat and flooded over the arm of the chair, some of it running up her slanted belly.

The sounds grew fuzzier and dimmer and then stopped altogether, as if she were in a dark, soundproof room.

The door opened. Daylight came through it. She opened her eyes. There was a new stink in her nostrils. She saw that she was on one of the mattresses on the floor.

There was weight on her back, a rhythm thudding against her ass that drove her pelvis into the hard stuffing. Then sensation came dully through her abdomen from her pussy, and she knew there was a hard prick fucking in and out of her twat.

She didn't know whose it was at first. Then she became conscious of the sweat on her asscheeks, as if her butt were covered by a fur blanket.

Her pussy muscles screamed from the stretching she was getting. She heard a guttural growl and felt a firehose blast hot fluid into her body.

People came into the cabin. "Are you fucking her again?" a voice said with a trace of disgust – Deke's voice.

Emmett rolled away from her, pulling his wet prick from her throbbing twat. "Yeah, what of it? It's nice ass. Why don't you try it? Shit, all you fuck is your sister. Goddamn pervert, that's all you are."

Deke stood over them and looked down. He shook his head and made a snort of disgust. "Christ, she isn't even conscious. And you call me a pervert. Notice the pronunciation."

"Fuck yer Goddamn big words. What the hell does my cock care if she's awake? Any action yet?"

"You're in too big a hurry, Emmett. It's been only five hours. We might not pick up the money for a few days yet."

"Shit! That's dumb! Lettin' it sit on that bare island! What if some fuckin' fisherman sees the marker and gets curious and takes off with the money, huh? What if they're watchin' the island?"

Deke sighed. "The marker's too small to be seen unless you know it's there. And there's no way anybody can watch the island from a boat without our seeing the boat first – that's why I chose that particular island. The only way they can watch it is with a helicopter, and we'll surely see that. Relax, Emmett. Amuse yourself with fucking an unconscious girl again."

He turned away. Emmett sat up quickly. "I hear a boat!" he grunted.

The cabin became still. Monica moved her head. She could just hear the buzz of an engine. She looked farther around and saw Whit. He was still fled in the chair. Carla was fucking him, posting up and down on his prick.

"You weren't such a bad fucker after all, honey," she said breathily. "I'm going to miss you, you know that? Ohhhhh, come on, Whit – let it go. Squirt up into my pussy! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, honey! Watch – watch me masturbate while you're fucking me, and then you'll come in me!" She reached down and fingered her pussy and his imbedded root.

"Carla – shut up!" Deke said sharply.

The buzz grew louder. Harry looked through the window. "There it is – over there," he said, pointing.

Deke went up beside him. They watched for a long moment, saying nothing. The buzz grew to a maximum and then began to fade. Deke turned away from the window.

"Just some kid in a boat," he said.

Carla stopped holding her breath and let it explode from her mouth. "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, her ass churning over Whit's prick. "God, oh God – that was wild! Having to hold it like that! Ahhhhhgh!"

Her orgasm ripped through her. She didn't stop moving. She fucked her wet pussy up and down Whit's prick until he turned his head to the side and gritted his teeth and couldn't stop the climax she drew from him.

"Oh, Christ!" he shouted, as if disgusted with himself for giving in. But then she always could make him come.

She rose from his lap on wobbly legs, stretching her lithe body sensually. "Ohhhhh, I just love all this fucking, Deke," she said, going up to him and kissing him fully. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Enjoy yourself, honey," he said. "They won't be here much longer."

She cupped her brother's crotch fondly and squeezed the meat there. "Emmett's right, sweetie," she said. "You ought to slip your prick up her pussy and give her a good one while she's here. It's a nice pussy – real sweet and slippery. I won't mind at all, honey. Why should I mind? I've fucked her brother enough. It wouldn't be fair if you thought you shouldn't fuck her."

"I like them alive and willing," he said.

"I'll wake her up, then. I know how to wake her up. Come on, sweetie. You need a change from your little sister."

"He can fuck me, Carla," Wendy piped up, snapping her gum. "How about it, Deke? Wanna fuck my hot hole?" She held her pussy lips open with her fingertips and made her pink bullseye spasm with contractions of her pussy muscle.

Deke turned away from the sight, trying hard not to shudder. He looked at his sister, who was holding back a giggle. "Maybe you're right," he said. "I'll get you later, Wendy," he smiled, giving her a wink.

He and Carla moved over toward Monica. "What a slobby dog," she heard Deke whisper.

They crouched beside her. "Hang on, sweetie," Carla whispered back. "This is the last we'll ever see of them. You can suffer through it a little while longer."

Deke sucked his teeth. "I don't know. I wish there were some way the two of us could get away and check that island."

"You know they won't let us do that. They don't trust us either, you know. We'll just have to do it by the plan – you and Harry do the checking, while Emmett and Wendy and I stay here. We'll try to get it all, but if we can't, it's still lots of money, sweetie."

"Are you sure the gun's missing?"

Carla sighed and nodded silently.

"It's Harry. He's got it. Emmett's too dumb to think there's anything more powerful than his muscles. We're going to have to search Harry some before I get in that boat with him."

"I'll do it, Deke. I'll stall him."

"How?" He looked at her tensely. "No!" he whispered. "I won't let him fuck you! Neither one of them! I don't want either one of them touching you!"

"Honey, it doesn't matter – it's just another prick. You haven't cared about Whit, have you?"

"It's different! Whit's… he's civilized!"

"That's the way we're going to do it, Deke," Carla said firmly. "I'll stall him, and you check the boat. Come on, sweetie – it's just once, that's all. He won't ruin me for you. I'll still love you. I'll still have the same hot, sweet pussy for your wonderful prick. Honey, be reasonable."

"God…" he choked, gritting his teeth.

"Fuck Monica, sweetie. Fuck her until you can't come any more. That'll make up for once with Harry, won't it?"

She reached between his thighs and fondled his prick. She undid his zipper and took it out. She fondled it openly and pursed her lips and sucked it until it was hard.

All this happened right over Monica's head. She could hear the wet sounds. She didn't twitch once while they were discussing their plans.

She wondered what she could do. If she could get her hands free, then she could offer herself to Emmett while they were gone and… But Whit had to be untied too…

She could think of nothing. First of all, she had to get untied.

"Ohhhh," she moaned thickly, pretending to be just coming awake. "Ohhhhh, my wrists – my arms!"

"Well, she's awake," Carla said. "Look there, honey. Now you can fuck her." She held her brother's rigid prick in her hand. "Look what Deke's got for you, sweetie."

"Ohhhhh, my arms…" Monica moaned again. Carla licked her lips. "Honey," she said. "If I be nice to you and untie your hands, will you give my brother a nice, sweet fuck? Will you do that?"

"Oh, yes!" Monica moaned, jumping at the opportunity.

"You're sure, now. He's not like the others, Monica. He hasn't touched you. He's not like that. He has to have the girl be willing and warm. Can you be that way for my sweet brother?"

"Ohhhhh, Carla – I promise!" she cried. She felt her heart pound. "Especially, if you suck my pussy first and get me real hot – like you did in the car."

Deke's prick jerked. Carla saw it. She licked her lips. She was willing to do anything for her brother.

"My, you Sanderhoff's just love my mouth, don't you. All right, Monica. It's a deal."

"And I'll suck yours again while he's fucking me. Oh, God – yes, I'll do that, Carla! I didn't know fucking and sucking could be so wonderful!"

Carla looked at her brother. "There you are, sweetie. Now, you just come and come and get rid of all that tension baffled up inside you."

She worked at the knot. She freed Monica's hands. The blood rushed to the tips of her fingers and tingled painfully. She rolled over onto her back and noticed the way Deke's eyes followed the motion of her tits.

He gazed up and down her body and pushed his pants all the way off. Carla ran her slim hands up and down Monica's body, letting them sweep along her inner thighs and over her mound.

The touch was gentle and warm. It was a delightful change from the ramming and stuffing her pussy had suffered. The fingers dabbled in her pussy lips.

"Ugh!" Carla choked. "I've got to wash that slop out of there first. Emmett's leftovers is the last thing I need."

She got up and went to the sink and worked the pump, soaking a cloth. She started back.

"God-damn!" Emmett blurted. "You mean he's actually gonna fuck somebody besides you? Shit, this I gotta see!"

Carla gave him a cold look. "You keep clear, Emmett."

"How'd you like a fat cock, bitch."

"She wouldn't know what to do with it, honey," Wendy said, her voice thick with jealousy. "But I do! Man, I know what to do with that big prick! Come on, big stud – how 'bout a lotta fuckin'?"

She waddled over and climbed into his lap and sank her twat down over his dick very quickly, before he got any more ideas. She fucked him furiously, until he finally wrapped his arms around her chunky body and chewed on the end of her tit.

Carla returned with the wet cloth and got between Monica's thighs and gently and thoroughly washed her pussy and ass. Then she set it aside and crouched, scooping her hands under Monica's rump and lifting her pussy up and open.

She looked into the hole. "It's not the same, sweetie. It's going to be better this time. I won't have to hold back. I'll be able to fuck my tongue up in there and make you real hot."

"Ohhhhh," Monica groaned, her body twisting.

Oddly, it wasn't fake emotion. Carla was a sensual girl – exciting. Her touch was gentle and thrilling. Monica felt the warm breath on her pussy, and her hips twisted again.

The kiss came, open mouthed and sweet. She felt Carla's tongue flutter into her pussy hole. Then it slid far into her silky tunnel and wriggled there, feeling very good.

"Ohhhhh, yes!" Monica moaned. "That's good! I love it!"

Deke watched. He licked his lips. His prick jerked several times with growing interest. Carla licked all over Monica's crotch, wetting her pussy, making her juices gush forth, making her asshole slippery and pulsing with sensation.

"Ohhhhh, I'm hot now!" she cried.

Carla lifted her face. It shone with moisture. She milled warmly and lovingly at her brother. "You heard, honey," she said. "Come enjoy yourself."

Deke seemed eager. He positioned himself between Monica's thighs, aiming his prick. It was a nice, normal prick. And he was still handsome, no matter what kind of bastard he was. Monica concentrated on that, and it was easier to do.

He slit forward. His prick entered her swimming cunt. "Ahhhh, God!" he cried softly, sinking down on her.

"You like it, honey?" Carla asked, happy with herself in being able to make her brother happy. "Fuck her, honey – fuck her hard and come in her all you can!"

She tugged at Monica's arms in a signal, and Monica slipped them around Deke's neck. Again at Carla's urging, she lifted her thighs around his waist and rocked her cunt up and wide open and began to move with him, giving him a good fuck.

She closed her eyes. She pretended he was Burke, stroking his prick in and out of her body, loving her. She felt her emotions rise, and she knew she wasn't going to have any trouble coming.

She moaned and tossed her head, feeling Carla's hands on her tits and hips. The hands ran over Deke's pumping butt, too. Deke groaned and got ready to shoot his load into her.

Monica rolled her head to the side. There was a crashing sound. Her eyes shocked open, and she saw Burke.

It had to be a dream. Could she really imagine him that hard? Could pretending take on such solid reality?

There were shouts. And then she saw Chester, too, and she knew it had to be real, because she wasn't even thinking about fucking good old Chester.

There was another man she didn't know. He wore a kind of uniform. He looked like an older version of Burke. She lifted her arms as if she'd be able to reach around the man fucking her and cling to Burke.

"Burke!" she cried. "Honey, I'm coming!"

She shuddered and did it just as Harry bellowed and a deafening blast filled the cabin and blotted out all sound. There was a cry of pain, and she saw her Burke clutch his arm and spin around.

Wendy screamed and screamed, even after the second thud of sound, a deeper, more authoritative whump that shook dust from the boards in the ceiling.

Harry was flung backwards against the wall, and his gun flew, clattering to the floor. There was a big hole in the center of his lanky chest. Smoke curled from the barrel of the gun in Chester's hand.

Emmett growled and launched his impenetrable, hairy body at Chester's stocky one, and they became two bulls locked in deadly combat. Wendy screamed and screamed.

Whit rocked his chair back and forth, unable to burst free of his bonds. The chair walked across the room slowly. The older Burke beat at the back of Emmett's thick neck until his grip on Chester weakened and Chester was able to beat him to the ground.

She felt Deke try to rise. Instinctively, she clutched his neck with the full force of her lithe arms and held him against her.

"Carla – the gun!" he choked. "Get the gun!"

Wendy screamed and screamed, holding her big tits in her hands as if to protect them from harm. Whit was neatly across the room, rocking the chair inch by inch.

The legs gave way just as Carla reached for Harry's gun on the floor, the aged glue in the struts cracking sharply. The ropes puddled, and Whit's foot kicked out, catching Carla in her cunt.

She screamed and dropped and writhed on her side, her hands clutched at her crotch. She wasn't masturbating this time.

Monica felt her arms weakening. She was going to release Deke any moment. She saw Burke staggering toward them, blood running down his arm and dripping from his fingers as he clutched the wound.

"You raping bastard!" he cried. "That's my girl!"

He kicked out hard. The toe of his swamp boot thudded into Deke's ribs with a cracking sound that made him bellow. Wendy screamed and screamed. Burke's father went to her and slapped her face hard, and she stopped.

Chester stood over her. He puffed. He suddenly looked too old for this. He reached down and swept her up into his strong arms and held her tightly.

"It's all over now, Monica," he said.

She wailed out a wrenching sob and clung to him, shuddering the whole length of her young body, never wanting to let go of him again.

He carried her to Whit and looked down at him. Then he reached down and lifted Whit to his feet and put his arm around Whit's shoulder fondly – the first time he'd ever done it.

"Let's go home, Whit."

Whit looked at him. "I don't dare," he said, his chin trembling.

"It's different now, boy."

"It was all my fault, Chester – my idea."

"He knows. I told him why. He knows he's done it wrong up to now. Trust me, Whit – it's going to be different. It's going to be all right. He – uh – he had a stroke. He's, all right, now. He's been waiting for this so long it got to him. Now he realizes there's no way to stop it from happening. You've just got to live life and take the risks."

"Are you sore, Chester?"

"Furious." He smiled. "But I'll get over it too. He needs you now, Whit. He needs a son to take over. He'll settle for a bright grandson, and the hell with who he looks like."

"Oh, Chester!" Monica sobbed happily, hugging him again, loving the strong old body.

"I thought we were sunk," Whit grinned finally. "How'd you do it, Chester? I could have sworn I gave you the slip last night."

"You did. It hurts my pride to admit it, but you did. It was Burke and his father who came across your car back on the hammock. Burke called the house, and then he went looking. When he saw the boat docked here earlier this afternoon, he radioed in, and his father got in touch with me."

He looked at Monica. "There's another change," he said, his eyes twinkling. "You won't have to pay such close attention to that bougainvillea arbor any more. Your young man is welcome any time."

Monica turned her head. Burke was standing next to her, grinning from ear to ear despite his arm.

"Oh, Burke!" she cried happily, hugging him.

"Better get dressed, honey," he said, all too conscious of her nudity and his father's presence at the same time.

"Just for now," she whispered. She went serious. "Oh, Burke – I wanted it to be you!"

He looked at her and swallowed down a lump. "That's good enough, Monica," he said.

It was all she wanted to hear. She put her head into the hollow of his shoulder and sobbed with happiness and relief.

Chester drew himself and Whit away from them. He surveyed the row of tied-up people and watched Burke's father pull the last knot tight and straighten up.

"I think the best way would be to get the Marine Patrol out of Naples," he said. "I'll radio them."

Chester nodded, then glanced toward Monica and Burke. "Why don't you and I take a walk and look at the water, Mr. Hammond? Talk a little, I have the feeling we're going to be seeing quite a bit of each other."

"His arm," Hammond said.

"It's not that serious. Just winged him. I think she can fix it better than either one of us."

Hammond hesitated. "She isn't even dressed."

Chester grinned. "Hell, you're not that old. He's growing up, Mr. Hammond. Don't make the same mistake Galt did."

Hammond grinned back. "Fair enough," he said.

They left the cabin, taking the others with them. Monica pressed her naked body against Burke. Then she drew him toward the bedroom and closed the door.

She lay back on the bed. She held her arms open and took him in them. She reached for his prick and found that it was stiff and eager.

"It's the best one, darling," she said. "Ohhhh, fuck me and make me feel clean and good and right!" she cried.

He didn't get to ask if she was ready this time. She didn't give him time.