Crossing the Line (6 page)

“Good. Now let’s see if your balls are as big as your mouth.”

They waited until the others had caught up with them. Justin arrived last, sorely out of breath. He looked out across the lake and a goofy grin spread across his face. “They left her out there naked,” he said. A childish laugh came out of his mouth for a moment until Thad glared at him. “Well, they did,” he said in his own defense.

Thad had to remind himself to keep up the façade. He didn’t want the others thinking he was in charge yet. He had to play dumb until the deed was done and then… well, fuck the consequences. He would plant them all if he had to.

“Who wants to play with Ivy?” Fritz asked. “No takers? Okay, I’ll go give her a little scare while the rest of you get the shit back.”

“I wouldn’t mind getting a closer look at those tits,” Quentin said.

“Tough shit, bozo, I already called it,” Fritz said. He clapped Quentin on the shoulder. “Besides, there are plenty of sets of tits for you to get a look at inside.”

“We all know where Stan’ll be focused. Oh, fat Betty,” Marty laughed.

“Cut the small talk, guys. We’re going to get caught if you don’t shut the fuck up. Now, let’s hurry up and get this shit done. I want to be out of here by morning. I already lost enough money over this fuck up.”

Thad crept out of the forest and across the yard toward the house. The others kept close behind him, remembering to keep their bodies low to the ground to avoid detection. Once they reached the southern part of the lake Fritz broke off from the group and signaled that he was heading for the raft. Thad gave him the thumbs up.

The posse reached the stairs to the deck and
Thad looked each of them in the eye. They were all sufficiently stoned out of their minds. He had given them pot laced with PCP to ensure that they wouldn’t pussy out before the party even started.

Thad rushed up onto the deck and slammed a shoulder into the door. There was no need for the brute force, though, the girls had neglected to throw the deadbolt. The door swung open and punched a hole through the wall behind it. An orchestra of screams came from the great room.

Thad stepped aside and allowed the other men to rush into the next room. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Fritz was busy paddling the boat out to the raft. The only man he could count on in his group wasn’t even in the house. It didn’t matter, though, because the first part of his plan didn’t involve any murder. He would wait for Fritz to come back before he started the bloodshed.

He walked through the kitchen and entered the great room to see the girls all huddled up on the sofa. Quentin was standing over them with a fire poker poised to crack any of them in the skull should they decide to make a run for it. Stan and Marty were standing just behind their armed friend with leering grins on their faces. Justin stood near the fireplace with a confused look of discomfort on his face.

As soon as Thad entered the room Anna’s face flushed bright red with fury. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, Thad? You’re not really stupid enough to think we’re not going to call the cops are you?”

Thad walked briskly over to the couch and backhanded Anna across the face. She fell over with her head in Chandra’s lap. Thad grabbed a handful of her hair and made her sit up straight. “Shut your fucking mouth, Anna. If you know what’s good for you that’ll be the last fucking time you talk shit to me,” Thad said. For good measure he punched her across the face, knocking her over again.

“What do you want?” Gabby sobbed.

“I want a lot of things. I want a million dollars. I want to pop the cherries on all of those hot little bitches on the Disney Channel. I want a private island full of sex slaves that
beg
to suck my dick every fucking day,” Thad grinned. “But I’m here for my shit. Shit that was taken from me without my permission.”

“Jesus Christ, Chandra, you stole that pot?” Marcy asked.

“You didn’t honestly think someone would give it to her, did you? Come on, Marcy, you’ve got the brains and the looks. You should’ve known the fat cunt was lying,” Marty said.

Thad turned to his friend and glared. He pointed his finger at Marty in a threatening way. “Keep your goddamn mouth shut, Marty. There’ll be plenty of time for you to get to know the girls as long as you don’t fuck with my groove.”

“Sorry, bro,” Marty said. He raised his arms in a sign of surrender. “Run your shit however you want.”

Thad turned back to the girls and grabbed Anna by the hair again. He sat her up and pulled her head forward. Her bloody nose rubbed against the crotch of his jeans. He could feel her breath through the denim and a bit of blood began flowing into his member.

“Don’t think I forgot about our unfinished business, Anna. I’ve planned out my revenge on you a hundred times over. Who knows which plan I’ll use tonight.”

Anna pulled her head back and spat a wad of blood on Thad’s pants. “You better have necrophilia because the only way you’re putting that tiny cock in me is over my dead body.”

Thad laughed. He threw his head back and let out a long belly roll. When he turned his eyes back to her Anna shrank away from the look of insanity in his eyes. “You’re going to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, cunt. If you don’t I’ll make sure you regret your ignorance,” he said.

Thad turned to Quentin and snatched the fire poker out of his hand. He marched across the room and shoved the tip into the flickering fireplace.
Quentin picked up a full bottle of wine and brandished it as a weapon in place of the poker.

“Please, I’m sorry,” Chandra said, tears ran freely from her eyes. “I’ll give you back the pot and pay for what we’ve smoked, okay? Just don’t hurt us.”

Thad didn’t bother turning around. He raised a hand to silence the begging and watched as the iron heated up in the flames. Once its tip was bright orange Thad pulled the poker out of the fire and turned back to the terrified women.

He crossed the room and knelt down in front of Anna. “You know they have reconstructive surgery for women who are too loose now days. They go in there and stitch them up so it’s like fucking a virgin all over again. I figure that shit has got to hurt, right? I mean, who wants to have their shit all stitched up if they didn’t have a baby. Even if they
did
have a baby who really wants to have their pussy full of stitches?”

“Please don’t hurt me,” Anna said. Tears poured down her cheeks. Blood was running freely from her nose and swollen lips.

“I have no intention of hurting you if you’re a good girl. But if you think you’re shit is too blown out for my quote
tiny cock
I will just have to do a bit of reconstructive surgery on your pussy. I don’t know much about putting stitches in, but I figure a burn scar will make it nice and tight. What do you think?”

“Don’t you hurt her!” Tracy growled. She kicked out a leg so quickly that it caught Thad off guard. Her bare foot connected with his chest and knocked him on his ass.

He calmly got to his feet and knelt down to pick up the poker. “
Marty, pick that bitch up and take off her shirt,” he said.

“What?” Marty asked dumbfounded.

“Pick Tracy the fuck up and take off her goddamn shirt. Do you have a problem understanding plain English, motherfucker?”

“No, man, sorry,” Marty said. He grabbed Tracy and picked her up off the couch. She kicked her legs wildly and thrashed in his grasp. Without really thinking about what he was doing he threw her onto the floor as hard as he could and kicked her across the face.

Guilt bit at him and he took a step back from the sobbing girl as she rose up onto her hands and knees. Disgusted with Marty’s performance Stan pushed the man aside and grabbed Tracy by the back of the shirt. He pressed a foot on her butt and yanked at the shirt as hard as he could. There was a loud
rip
as the fabric tore away.

“Hold her down,” Thad ordered. He glared at Marty. “You too, pussy, or I’ll shove this fucking thing up your faggot ass.”

Stan dropped down and pulled Tracy’s arms out from under her. Her face connected loudly with the floor. Marty looked from the girl to Thad and back again. After deciding that his friend was being serious he sat on Tracy’s legs.

Thad walked over to the squirming girl and smiled at the other women as he pressed the tip of the poker between her shoulder blades. The tool had cooled a bit in the moments since it had been removed from the fireplace, but it was still hot enough to do damage. The stench of burning flesh filled the cabin as Tracy screamed in agony.

Lynne instinctively stood to help her friend and was knocked out cold when Quentin smashed the wine bottle on her forehead. She fell to the ground a crumpled, bloodied mess.

Thad branded Tracy’s back three times before setting the poker down. He knelt next to her and pulled at her bra until it tore away. “Pick her up,” he ordered as he got to his feet.

Marty stepped away, turning his head from the scene in disgust. Stan hefted the sobbing woman to her feet
by her underarms. Tracy folded her arms over her chest. Her legs shook from shock.

Thad pulled her arms away and whistled at the sight of her perky breasts. “Now that’s a nice set of tits. Aren’t those tits beautiful, Clint?”

Clint, who had stayed behind the couch so far, nodded his head. A big grin spread across his face. “How do you suppose her pussy looks?”

“Well, why don’t you come over here and find out. I’ve got three bucks on it being waxed,” Thad laughed.

Clint walked around to where Tracy had fallen limp in Stan’s arms. He grabbed the girl by the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pulled the garment away quickly. After tossing the pants aside he shoved his face into the crotch of her panties and took a deep sniff.

“Damn she smells good, man,” he reported. “Smells like strawberries or some shit.”

“Probably the body soap she uses,” Stan said. He was grinding his manhood against her ass. The excitement of having so much control over the young woman had given him a raging erection.

“You gonna sniff her shit through her panties all night or are you going to see who won the bet?” Thad snapped.

Clint pulled a folding knife from his hip pocket and flipped it open. He sliced away the panties at either of her hips. He yanked the cotton bikini style panties away and shook his head. There wasn’t a single trace of hair on her exposed sex.

“Called that shit,” Thad laughed,

Clint nodded his head. “I bet they all are shaved or waxed. Fucking whores always keep their shit that way.”

Clint
ran a finger down the thin dimple above Tracy’s clitoris. She held her legs together as tight as she could, but released the grip when Clint stabbed her in the right foot. The blade of the knife jammed straight through the flesh just beneath her big toe. She screamed in pain and accidentally released her bladder.

Piss splashed on Clint’s face and he fell back with a groan of disgust. Stan laughed heartily and continued grinding his cock against the exposed buttock.

“Filthy bitch!” Clint snarled. He pulled the knife free of Tracy’s foot and stabbed her in the thigh inches from her vagina. “You’re lucky I don’t cut your fucking clit off.”

Justin rushed forward then. His size made him appear as if he would be slow, but this was not the case. He crossed the room before anyone knew he was going to move. His knee connected with the side of Clint’s head and sent the man skidding across the floor. Clint came to a stop ten feet from where he had been kneeling. Justin’s massive fist connected with Stan’s face, throwing him back. Tracy fell with her captor, adding extra weight to the blow when he smashed into the floor. Both men were knocked out cold by the blows.

Justin glared at Thad. “No more. You didn’t say anything about hurting the girls,” he said.

Thad nodded his head in mock fear. He slowly knelt down, setting the fire poker on the floor. With a single, fluid movement he raised his pant leg and withdrew the .357. Justin’s eyes grew wide with shock a heartbeat before Thad pulled the pistol’s trigger. The powerful round tore through the giant’s head jus
t above the bridge of his nose.
The entirety of Justin’s forehead exploded in a sudden dimple of gore and bone. Blood, brains, skull and clumps of hair splattered against the wall behind him. His huge body fell over just to the side of Stan and Tracy.

Thad turned the gun on Marty and glared intensely. “You and Quentin tie these fucking cunts up. This is not
negotiable,” he said.

10

At the same moment that Thad was punching Anna across the face Fritz was climbing onto the raft.
He stood looking over the attractive young woman and grinning to himself. She was stunning. Her breasts were small enough that they were still perky even while she was lying on her back. She had a four pack and a belly button ring. A tattoo of a mermaid ran up the sexy, muscular flesh of her right thigh. He chuckled at the words that her friends had written on her bare skin. It didn’t matter to him if they were true or not, she would be giving him whatever he wanted before she was sent on her way to the afterlife.
He threw aside the life vest that he had cut off her chest.

He disrobed completely and allowed the sight of the beautiful young woman to cause blood to stir in his nether regions. He crouched down between her legs and licked at her clitoris. In her drunken state she quivered and moaned without even scratching the surface of consciousness. He wondered what she was dreaming. Perhaps she had a boyfriend at home. Her mind was probably telling her that it was her lover kissing and toying with her sex.