Crossing the Line (7 page)

The woman would have tasted better if not for the bug spray that had been applied by her friends. Luckily they hadn’t sprayed it directly on her vagina or he would have been unable to get her wet before he fucked her.

He slid a finger into her sex and was pleasantly surprised at how ti
ght she was. Her narrow hips and slim physique probably would have kept her tight even if she was a prostitute. She was built to be a permanent virgin, or at least feel like one on the inside.

It took only a few moments of attention for her to come. The magic of liquor made it a simple task to get her off. Fritz crawled up over excited body and sucked her nipples until they were as hard as rocks. He rubbed the tip of his penis against the moist opening of her sex until it was fully erect.

Keeping with the slow pace he gently penetrated her. He didn’t want whatever fantasy she had to end just yet. It took him a moment of negotiating his girth and length into the tight hole before he could fully penetrate. Once he was completely inside of her he hooked one of her legs in the nook of his elbow and plunged himself deeper and deeper. She arched her back, her eyes still closed tightly. Her movement
ushered him deeper still.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her nails dug lightly into the muscular flesh of his shoulders. He grunted as another orgasm passed through her loins, causing her muscles to nearly strangle the life right out of his cock.

It didn’t take long for the romantic love making to lose his interest. He appreciated sex with a bit more of an edge. He pulled out and rubbed his cock against her thigh, leaving behind a slick streak of her juices to glisten in the light of the moon.

“Hey, bitch,” he said. She moaned something incomprehensible in return. Frustrated he smacked her across the tit. A bright red handprint was left behind. She still did not wake up, but a deep frown came to her face.

He was preparing to smack her again when he heard something move on the shoreline. He looked in the direction of the noise and for a moment he saw a huge, hunkering form staring out from between two massive trees.

He reached over and picked up one of his pistols. The gun had a laser attached to the barrel to make it easier to draw a bead on the target. He flipped the red dot on and aimed the gun in the direction of the peeper. Whatever he had seen in the woods was gone, though.

He decided there hadn’t been anything there to begin with.
Nothing of that stature could have moved away without making a sound. He was imagining things.

Once he realized he had been spooked by an overactive imagination he felt a nagging sensation. His father had always said his imagination would get him killed someday. Every beating he suffered as a child had something to do with his imagination. The worst of all of the beatings was when his father caught him playing that he was a cop.

No son of mine is going to grow up to be a fucking pig. If that’s what you want tell me right now so I can put a bullet in your head before you embarrass me.

He had only been eight years old, but he had decided that day that he would be twice the thug his father ever was. If the old fuck was going to threaten to kill him he would make sure the piece of shit went to the grave knowing that his son was better than him.

And then there was this little bitch. She thought he was so insignificant that she could sleep straight through him fucking her. Well, she had another thing coming. He grabbed her roughly around the throat with one hand and punched her in the crotch with the other.

Ivy’s eyes opened wide with the sudden sharp pain. She would have screamed if not for the constriction of her esophagus. Fritz picked back up the gun and aimed it down at her gasping face. “You’re going to be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you, aren’t you?”

Ivy nodded her head enthusiastically. Fritz smiled down at her. “That’s a good girl. My friends are in the house with the other bitches, so screaming isn’t going to do you a fucking bit of good. I’m going to let go of your throat and we’re going to have a little discussion. If you scream it’s going to piss me off and, believe me, you don’t want to piss me off.”

Ivy nodded her head in understanding. Fritz released his hold on her throat and gave her a light pat on the cheek. “You’re a smart one, aren’t you?”

“Please, don’t hurt me,” Ivy sobbed.

“Oh, baby, it’s going to hurt like hell. But if you’re good and let me do what I want it might not kill you.”

“Okay, okay, you can do whatever you want.”

“Well, ain’t that just the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me? You know what I want first?”

“What’s that?”

“A blowjob. A damn good blowjob. I want you to go deep throat. And while you do I want you to fuck yourself. You’d better keep that tight little pussy of yours good and wet because dry fucking isn’t fun for anyone.”

“I have a really bad gag reflex, but I will do my best.”

“I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship. What’s your name, sugar?”

“Ivy.”

“Okay, Ivy. You just do your best and I’ll try my best not to choke you to death with my dick,” Fritz grinned.

Ivy kissed at his chest and sat up. She leaned over and began kissing and licking at the tip of his erection. Her lips parted and she took him into her mouth. She had barely made it halfway down his seven inches when her shoulders heaved and a loud gag came from her throat.

“One last thing, Ivy. If you puke on my dick I’m going to cut your head off and fuck the stump of your neck.”

Both of them jumped when the gunshot rang out in the house. Fritz looked over his shoulder with a frown of disapproval. “Why the hell is he shooting already?” he asked. He looked down at Ivy and shook his head. “We weren’t going to kill any of you until after we had some fun. I guess old Thad’s a minute man or something.”

Something made a loud
splash
behind Fritz. He jumped again and turned toward the sound. He saw no sign of anyone or anything in the lake. He pulled Ivy over to his side by her hair and pressed his gun to the side of her head.

“Whoever’s fucking around out there better get out of here unless you want me to blow this bitch’s brains out!” he called out.

There came n
o reply. He didn’t hear anyone move through the forest, nor were there any more sounds from the lake. He wondered for a moment if perhaps it had been a big fish or a beaver or something. He didn’t know if there were beavers in California, but he assumed if there were they would live in heavily wooded areas such as this.

“I think I’m getting the spooks, Ivy,” he said. He turned to face her and grinned. “Us city boys freak out when we head out into the middle of nowhere.”

“Do you still want me to blow you?” Ivy asked.

He grabbed one of her small breasts savagely and pinched the nipple until she let out a little yelp of pain. “Come on, sugar, you can do better than that!” he laughed. He twisted the tit until Ivy screamed as loud as she could and kicked her legs trying to break free of him.

He laughed wickedly and released his hold on her breast. “I love to hear you scream. You’re a sexy little cunt, you know that? I could keep you around for a little while. I tell you what, if you make me come with your mouth I’ll let you live through all of this. I’ve got a nice little room in my basement where I can keep you until you learn to love me.”

“Are you serious?” Ivy asked. Fresh tears were running down her face. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she thought he was completely insane. Maybe he was losing his mind. What kind of thug kept women locked up in his basement? He supposed that he would have to consider the possibility when he had more time to reflect.

He shoved Ivy’s head down into his lap. She began licking and kissing him until he grew erect again. She ran a hand up and down his shaft and sucked at the first inch of his cock. He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure.

The raft rocked violently. Fritz’s cock dove deep in Ivy’s throat and she gagged violently. She pushed away from him and looked around terrified. Fritz made no move to punish her for stopping. Fear caused him to grow flaccid almost instantly. He reached for his second gun and was thrown completely off of the raft when it thrashed again.

The cold lake water surrounded him. The shock of the temperature change made his muscles freeze up. He lost his grip on his gun and felt the pistol slide down his body toward the bottom of the abyss.
He fought his way back to the surface of the lake and saw that Ivy had taken the opportunity to make her escape. She was already almost to the shore.

“I’m going to gut you, cunt!” he screamed after her. He pulled himself back up onto the raft and looked around for his second gun. He spotted it near the crumpled pile of his clothes. He took a few strides toward his belongings, but froze in place when a massive hand burst out from the surface of the lake.

Fear turned to panic and he dove for his gun. He pulled it out of the pile and aimed it toward the hand. He got to his feet and took a step toward the hand. The raft heaved up out of the water. As Fritz fell back he imagined the strength it would have to take to lift the solid wood six feet out of the water. The lake was at least thirteen feet, probably more. There was no leverage for the freak to use.

His head connected with the raft first. Pain sounded inside his skull. His body rolled over his head, causing sharp pain to tear through the muscles of his neck. H
e rolled back toward the water as his mind fogged over with agony.

Then the raft splashed back down into the water. Fritz’s body stopped rolling inches from the edge. He fought to keep his consciousness as the pain screeched through every inch of his body. He moved so that he could look to where the hand had appeared and terror gripped his throat like a vice grip.

Emerging from the lake was a massive creature. The top of its face was covered with a human skull. The width of its body was twice that of Fritz’s.
The monster, or man, or whatever the fuck it was, was not wearing a shirt. Its chest, arms and stomach bulged with muscles. An enormous bowie knife was sticking from its waistband. The knife’s handle was made of bone and even though Fritz was no anatomy expert he was fairly sure the bone was human.

As the beast climbed the rest of the way onto the raft Fritz spotted the dog collar around the thick neck. The word was all too fitting for the enormity of the freak.

With all of the courage he could muster Fritz raised his pistol and aimed it at the big bastard. He did not give any verbal warning before pulling the trigger. The shot went wild, missing its target by better than a foot. Fritz used his other hand to steady the wrist behind the gun and fired another round. A chunk of flesh was taken out of Brute’s side, but the big man did not seem to notice.

Fritz weighed out his options. He didn’t know how severely he had been injured by his fall, but he figured that diving into the lake was the only chance that he had to get away from the weirdo. He lifted himself up a bit, preparing to launch into the freezing water again.

Brute moved with speed that seemed impossible for a man his size. He rushed across the raft and grabbed Fritz around back of the neck with a single hand. Fritz was lifted up into the air as if he weighed nothing at all.
He raised his gun and aimed it at one of the eerie black eyes staring him down. Brute reached out with his free hand and grabbed Fritz around the forearm. Pain more intense than he could have imagined raced up his arm as the bones crushed in the giant’s grasp.

The gun fell uselessly to the boards at Brute’s feet. The big man growled and carried Fritz a few feet so that he was suspended over the lake. Fritz kicked his legs and gargled a scream as he was lowered down into the icy water. He held his breath just before his head was plunged into the freezing abyss.

He swung all four of his appendages, trying to wiggle free of the monster’s grasp. A minute and a half passed before he could no longer hold his breath. He opened his mouth and felt a rush of water enter his lungs. Pain knotted in his chest. He was convinced he was going to be drowned. He had done a lot of bad things in his life, but the cruelty of being drowned seemed like an unjustified punishment.

The darkness of unconsciousness swam into his mind. His arms and legs stopped thrashing. His limbs felt leaden. His dying body no longer had enough strength to
move them.

Then he was being yanked from the water. He was tossed onto the raft roughly. The impact was hard enough to make him cough up most of the water. When a huge fist landed between his shoulder blades another flood spilled out from between his lips.

Brute rolled him over so that he was looking up at the inky black sky. He gasped for air. The knot in his chest grew intensely painful as oxygen refilled his lungs. Tears of agony appeared at the corners of his eyes.

The big man planted his huge hand on Fritz’s face and lifted his head from the wet boards. He felt his skull crack when the big man slammed his head down. He heard the wood splinter beneath his cranium. The first real scream he was able to manage escaped his lips. The hand released its hold on his face and he felt blood, (or was it just water spilling off of his hair), pool beneath his torn scalp.

Brute stood up then and turned away from Fritz. It seemed that he had lost interest in his victim. He walked to the edge of the raft and looked at the house. The enormous muscles on his back tightened.