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at her. “You hot?” he asked. “I don’t mean from the sun. You hot in your cunt?”
    She looked away from him, then down at the ground. She nodded, “Yes,” she said almost inaudibly.
    Tommy was on the ground. Willy crossed to look down at him. He turned back to Sam. “What we gonna do with this piece of shit? He can’t walk with his broke foot.”
    Sam was standing behind Heather pressing his crotch against her bare ass and squeezing her breasts with his rough hands. “I could shoot him,” he said.
    “Oh please, please, dear God, please don’t!” she cried struggling to break free. Sam held her tight.
    Willy frowned, “We kill him here and then we got to dig a hole for him. I’m wanting a cold beer and some hot sweet pussy.”
    Sam moved one hand down and slid his middle finger along Heather’s slit. She caught her breath. “Yeah,” Sam agreed, “the pussy’s hot and a cold beer would taste good. Me and you could ride the first donkey and sling his sorry ass over the second one. The bitch can walk behind and let us know if he falls off.”
    Two hours later the little procession arrived at a well hidden shack deep in the mountain forest.

Chapter Four
    The cabin consisted of one large room. Against one wall was a sink, stove, refrigerator, and a few battered cabinets. Near the entrance stood a mangy couch and overstuffed chair. The center of the room held a table and four rickety wooden chairs and a recently constructed cage which measured four feet by three feet and was four feet high. The iron bars of the cage were spaced eight inches apart. The small door was chained and locked. In the cage was a bucket and a roll of toilet paper. Sam, supporting a half conscious Tommy, pointed to it. “Here’s your new home,” he said.
    Willy, his arm around Heather’s waist, chuckled, “Hey, ain’t so bad. He got a front row seat watchin’ his new bride suckin’ and fuckin’ a couple of mountain men.” Willy swung open the cage door. Sam pushed Tommy in and then locked the chain. Tommy groaned and rolled over in a fetal position.
    Sam watched him and chuckled, “That boy’s a fuckin’ wimp.” He turned to Heather,
    “You lucky we come along. No fuckin’ way he could do a hot bitch like you any good.”
    Willy had moved his hand up to fondle Heather’s breast, “Yeah,” he said, “you soon gonna be beggin’ us to fuck your cunt, but we got orders not to do that. We can fuck your ass anytime we wants, but not your cunt.” He winked at Sam, “I expect the main man wants you to be savin’ your cunt for somethin’ special.”
    Sam had taken three beers out of the filthy refrigerator. He popped the caps and handed one to Willy and the other to Heather. “You thirsty again?”
    She took the bottle, “Yes,” she said then before drinking she looked from one to the other blushing,” “I-I...need to...to...”
    “Piss,” Willy said. He pointed to a small enclosure at the back of the cabin. In it were a makeshift shower, a small sink, and a toilet without a seat. There was no door. “Not much privacy,” he chuckled. “We gonna be able to see you piss.”
    “And shit,” Sam said.
    “Speakin’ of pissin; and shittin’,” Willy nodded toward the cage, “you gonna empty Tommy boy’s bucket and clean it out.” He turned her to face the cage and, standing behind her, moved his hands up on the outside of her tee to cover her breasts. He pulled her close against him. She still held the beer. She bowed her head not looking at her husband. Willy squeezed her nipples and whispered to her, “Tell Tommy boy to take his clothes off.”
    She shook her head, “I can’t...I just can’t...”
    Willy moved one hand down to her crotch and slid his middle finger into her pussy. She twisted trying to get free of him but he held her tight. Sam watched, smiling. Willy began to rub her clit. “Tell him,” he repeated.
    Tommy had recovered slightly and lifted on one elbow to look back at them. “Leave