Sheri and Marianne were carried down the street by the press of the crowd. The whole street seemed to be moving on down towards the intersection where a reviewing stand had been built to display the "Queen of Carnival" candidates. They struggled against the press of the mob, determined not to get far from the security of Roy and Kit.
Sheri suddenly gasped in shock. She looked again, then yet again. She couldn't be sure. It sure the hell looked like him though. He wasn't a queer when she lived with him, but he sure looked like one now. Her musician, at least she thought it was her guitarist, was marching along in attendance to one of the Queen candidates. Sheri slipped along the street, struggling to get a clear glimpse of him. The nose was the same. It was the same profile she had seen so many mornings as she prepared to go to work while he slept deeply in the bed. She felt a shudder in her chest. No! It couldn't be! Still, she had to know! She needed to know.
She slipped through the crowd, trying to overtake them. Marianne's voice called from behind her. She ignored it and plunged into the crowd. The headdress of the Queen turned out Chartres Street. The blonde turned the corner and followed, struggling against the flow of the crowd. She finally made it abreast of the Queen and her or his attendants as they reached St. Philip and turned again. She slipped closer, close enough now to speak to him. She saw the boy turn towards her. She waited expectantly, waited to meet his eye. Then her throat caught a lump. As he looked at her face-on, she realized it wasn't him. Damn! He had looked so much like him. So much like him.
Sheri turned to return to Marianne. As she did, she felt a pressure against her side. She gasped and looked up, into the face of the tall hoodlum from last night. He smiled lewdly down at her. His friends were now an either side of her.
"Take it easy, baby," he said softly. "You go with us, or I use this knife on you. Understand?"
CHAPTER TEN
They shoved her down onto the sleeping bags along the wall of the vacant building. Sheri fell from the roughness with which they pushed. She looked up at them and saw the leering faces and intimidating stances.
"You get that stuff off, baby!" the leader grunted. "You take it off or I'll cut it off."
He brandished the long blade of his knife before her, grinning down at her.
"Damn, I think we really found us something here," he chortled to his men. "Ain't that one sweet piece of pussy laying there?"
"I've seen her before, Buck," the heavy-set tough answered. "I never forget a fit. We seen this cunt before."
"Yeah!" the scrawny member of the trio agreed. "She's the broad from the other night. See that hair. Shit! We can't tell about her face under all that gook she's got on. I remember that hair, though. She was with the cop. You remember?"
"You a cap's pussy?" Buck asked. "I ain't never fucked a cop's pussy. Always thought it'd be a hell of a joke, though. Shit! Well leave that pig something to remember us by, huh?"
"We better leave town soon as we finish with her," the scrawny man suggested. "After we get through with her, I sure wouldn't want to have him catch us, not if he had a dozen of the Blue Army along with him. Remember what happened to that dude the other night down by the dyer? I bet he ain't come to yet from the way they went after him with those clubs."
"Yeah! We'll fuck her and leave town. It's all ending anyway. We'll fuck that pussy for the rest of the afternoon, then hit the road. Shit! They'll never catch us. They'll never know which way we went."
He looked back at the blonde as Sheri stared up in terror. She didn't like the smell of urine in the room. She didn't like the stale smell of beer on the breaths of the three men. The scent of pot hanging in the air gave an even more sickening aroma as it mingled with the scent of rats and bugs and filth. She felt like vomiting, vomiting at the men, vomiting at the room, vomiting at her own stupidity.
"I said get it off!" Buck growled.
He leaned down and ran the blade of his knife up beneath her bra. One quick motion of his hand and he had it cut free. The men licked their lips as her tits lunged out of confinement. Their mouths spread in filthy-toothed smiles. She hesitated, watching the flash of the knife, then began slipping the hose and bikini off her hips and legs.
"Hey! She knows how to obey!" Buck smiled victoriously at his henchmen. "You guys make sure she doesn't try anything funny. I'm going to get myself a sweet piece of tail."
He unbuckled and dropped his pants. Sheri shuddered at the appearance of his shorts. The bastard looked like he hadn't washed them in weeks. Dirty yellow stains showed across the crotch and fly. The shorts came down his legs, leaving his ugly pecker standing in the air. He held it affectionately in one hand, then dropped down to where she lay.
He came after her violently. His cock rammed immediately at her pussy. No foreplay eased the entrance. He pointed his prick against her cunt-lips and jammed it roughly into her hole. She groaned at the discomfort. He lunged down her cunt passage, then began fucking her frantically as he clawed her tits. He leaned his unshaven face down against the soft skin and sandpapered her until she wanted to scream. His teeth bit into her viciously. He pulled at her tits with one hand as he sucked and bit them. His other hand grabbed her ass in a viselike grip and shook it madly. His cock drove into her cunt as if he wanted to see just how much pain he could inflict on her.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped. "Yeaaaahhh! Give that damn cop something to remember! Hell yes! Ohhhhhh! Gotta get this pussy full of me! Damn! What a sweet little tail! Uhhhhh!"
Sheri felt even nearer nausea. His breath, his body, everything stunk. She was retching from the smells, sickened by the way he went after her. He wasn't even fucking her. His cock was up her cunt, but he was fucking a man he thought was a cop. There was no love, no desire in this screw. There wasn't even much lust. She was being raped by his anger. He was raping her because of the hatred inside him. He wanted to injure her beauty, not possess it. That was the most horrible thing of all. He wanted to hurt her.
Damn it, he was hurting her! Her tits felt like they were bleeding from the animal attack of his teeth. Her cunt was in pain from the ferocity of his fuck. He rammed into her with such force that he kept slamming her ass into the floor. Her thighs were getting sore from the way his body slammed against them. His breath was panting as he roared out his frenzied anger.
"Yes," he snarled in his muted roar. "Fuck this cop's pussy! Hope the hell I drop a seed in you! Ohhhhhh! Damn! What a fuck! Ahhhhh!"
He slammed away at her for another three or four minutes, wiling her around on the sleeping bags, which did little to soften the hardness of the boards beneath. The poor girl was bruised and battered by the time he lost control of his pecker and shot his hot, angry jizz into her.
"Ahhhhh!" he grunted as he unloaded his cock. "Ahhhhh!"
She lay dazed, thinking how even in his orgasm he was like an animal. She wished there were some way to let her cunt spit the cum out. It's touch inside of her was sickening. She shuddered at the thought of what disease it might carry. The possibility that it might get her pregnant didn't concern her. She still had her IUD in there. Thankfully it was in there. No way he could achieve what he really wanted, to plant a child of hate in her pussy. Still, she felt contaminated knowing he wanted to, know into that all his boiling rage was lying inside her.
"All right, baby!" he panted as he pulled the cock from her cunt. "That's how a man fucks. Ill let my boys take their fun, then be back for more."
"Hey, Ron, you want to take her together?" the burly man asked his companion. Sheri looked over where they stood. Both began removing their pants. Their shorts were just as dirty, just as sickening. Their pricks looked just as revolting as they fingered them before her. They leered hungrily at her body as they stepped towards her. The heavy boy dropped down beside her he pulled her up and turned her on her knees.