Almost to the edge of the sand, Roscoe stopped and turned to Gladys. “Stop right
there. Strip.”
“Go to Hell!” Gladys answered. “If Keith finds out you’re fucking with me, he’ll
kill you.” Gladys determined her only option was to bluff it out.
“I said strip,” Roscoe said quietly. “The Boss knows exactly what we’re doing. In
fact he ordered it. Now, do you strip or do we do it for you?”
Gladys remembered an old adage: “When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it.” She
sure wasn’t going to enjoy it, but she’d lived through it before. She removed her pink
jacket, folded it and laid it to one side. She unbuttoned the waistband of her trousers,
unzipped the side zipper and stepped out of them. She unbuttoned the blouse and removed it
as well. She stood defiantly before Roscoe, wearing a black bra and a black bikini panty.
Roscoe whipped a switchblade knife from his pants pocket, snapped it open and took
one step towards Gladys. Gladys flinched as the knife flashed close to her breasts. Roscoe
slipped the knife under each shoulder strap and cut it. He slipped the blade under the
bottom hem and cut it. With his left hand he plucked the bra from her shoulders. He slid
the knife under her panty where it hugged her belly over her left thigh. He cut it free.
The panty slipped halfway down her right thigh. He reached under the slack lace and cut
again. Now she stood before the three men completely nude.
Instinctively, she held her left forearm over her nipples and cupped her pudenda
with her right hand. Roscoe slapped her in the face with his open hand. Caught off guard,
she stumbled and fell to her hands and knees. Before she could rise, Roscoe stepped on
both her hands, pushing them into the sand and immobilizing her. Gladys heard a zipper
open and a minute later, heard a swish and felt a multi-tailed whip slash across her
buttocks. She gasped but did not scream. Another whiplash, delivered from the other side,
branded her other buttock. Then one across her shoulder blades. Several, in quick
succession to her thighs, both from the right and the left. Another slash delivered
between her legs, almost caused her to pass out with the pain to her labia and anus.
The whipping stopped, but Roscoe didn’t release her hands. Now, someone kneeled
behind her and she felt an erect penis shoved brutally into her throbbing cunt. Whoever it
was hammered her mercilessly for several minutes before he came, lifting her knees from
the ground with the force of his final thrust. He withdrew and Gladys collapsed on the
sand. Roscoe stepped off her hands and they turned her face up, arms and legs sprawled.
Salvador took the whip and began branding her front side. Blows crisscrossed her thighs,
her belly and her breasts.
Just when she thought she would die, it stopped and Salvador fell on top of her,
pulling her knees up and entering her. His rape was less energetic than Kink’s had been,
but it was just as painful. He finished and climbed off her. Roscoe prodded her with his
toe in the ribs.
“Get up!”
She struggled to sit up but fell back. Roscoe kicked her in the side harder.
“Get up!”
Painfully, she rolled over and got to her hands and knees. She tried to rise, but
fell back.
“We’re wasting time, Roscoe said. “Pull her up.”
Kink and Sal took her by the upper arms and stood her on her feet. Roscoe stepped
behind her, pulled her wrists together and snapped handcuffs on them. The others released
her arms. Roscoe pushed her forward.
“Start walking!”
She stumbled towards the edge of the forest. Ahead of her was a tangle of
blackberry bushes, canes covered with razor-sharp thorns arching five feet high. She
stopped, searching for a way around the thicket to right or left. The whip cut across her
shoulder blades, causing her to stumble into the thicket. She felt the thorns rake her
breasts, her belly and her thighs.
“Keep walking!” the command was punctuated with another whip slash, this time over
her kidneys. She closed her eyes and forced her naked body through the thorns, feeling
them rake her cheeks, her eyelids, her throat her shoulders, her breasts, her belly and,
worst of all, her thighs. She tried to twist sideways to take the raking thorns on her
arms and shoulders instead of her breasts and belly, but it made little difference. At
least, the whipping stopped as the three well-dressed men behind her tried to cut their
way through the thicket to keep from snagging their suits.
The thicket was only ten feet wide. Then she was under the trees where there wasn’t
enough light for blackberries. Now the walking was easier, except for the occasional whip
slash to keep her motivated.
“This will do,” Roscoe said. They had just crossed a boggy spot, where trees
couldn’t grow. Gladys had splashed through mud ankle deep and it now blackened her legs to
the knees. Ascending the other side they came upon a clump of young birch trees eight to
twelve inches in diameter.
“That one over there,” Roscoe directed. The men took the staggering girl by the
arms and backed her against an eight inch tree trunk that stood somewhat apart from the
others. “Unfasten her cuffs and cuff her again behind the tree.” One wrist was released,
and then cuffed again, so she was chained to the tree by the wrists. “Tie her ankles tight
against the tree, one on either side. The men took a short piece of rope from the bag and
tied her ankles against the trunk of the tree. Her legs were immovable and her thighs were
held apart.
Roscoe stepped in front of Gladys and slapped her again to get her attention. “The
Boss is pissed with you. He treated you well and you fucked him. You were going to tell
the Narcs everything you knew. What you didn’t know is that your new boy friend, George
Todling, works for us as well as being a cop. So now, we’re going to leave you here for a
while to think about what you tried to do to the man who loved you, who gave you so much
and treated you so well. Have a pleasant evening!”
They turned and walked away, disappearing in the trees. At first, Gladys was glad
she was alone. The whipping had been intolerable. After a few minutes, she heard the
Beaver’s engine start and the plane take off.
For some time, she had been aware of gnats buzzing about her face, but had other
concerns. Now she noticed that they were black flies and that they were swarming more
thickly about her head and body. On childhood picnics, she had known about black flies.
Tiny, biting insects, they were prevalent across all Northern America in May through July.
Though they lived on plant nectar, the females needed protein to lay eggs. To draw blood,
they attacked any mammal that entered the forests of Canada and the northern United
States, driving unprotected men and animals mad, often smothering animals by blocking
their breathing passages. They bit out little sections of skin and flesh, injecting an
anticoagulant to keep the blood flowing. When one had made an open wound, others would be
attracted to the blood and add to the bleeding.
Looking down, Gladys could see that every welt the whip had made was now black with
crawling flies. They were attracted to hair as well and her bush was alive with crawling
flies. The hair on her head was so thick with biting flies that blood was beginning to
trickle down her face and neck. She clenched her labia but could feel that they were
already thick inside her vagina.
Growing ever thicker, the swarm almost darkened the air before her. They were
crawling over her eyelids and she knew she would soon be unable to keep them off her
eyeballs. She screwed her eyes shut. There was an enormous roaring in her ears from the
flies crawling over her ear drums. They had blocked her ear canals so she could hear
nothing else. She sneezed as black flies reached the sensitive membranes at the back of
her nose. She sucked in air and choked on black flies in her throat. Coughing and
spitting, she was able to expel the flies for the time being.
Twisting in her bonds she rubbed her back against the tree to dislodge flies, but
that only increased the bleeding from the whip welts and fly bites. She constantly shook
her head trying to dislodge flies. In total frustration and despair, she sucked in a
lungful of flies and air and screamed as loudly as she could, though she could hear
nothing. Then she almost closed her lips so she could breathe, but largely keep flies out
of her mouth. Moaning with every exhalation and twisting in her bonds, she prepared to
die.
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