Raped nurse

CHAPTER SIX

"Where are you taking us?" Lisa asked as Hank roughly shoved her in the back seat of the Monte Carlo after Marilyn. It was midnight of the following day, and they were leaving the cabin quickly.

"Never mind. We don't know. Just got to get out," Hank muttered, throwing the woman into the rear, then sliding the seat forward and crawling into the passenger's side. Art was in the rear, moaning and holding his wounded leg while Marilyn sat half in a daze on the other side. Lisa soothed down the remnants of her uniform and brushed back her hair as she peered out her window into the pitch-black night. "Goddamn it, Claude, get the hell out here," Hank shouted out the open window toward the cabin.

"Comin', comin'," the big blond said, running out the opened door and clattering down the steps to the car.

"We gotta get out of here," Hank said nervously, looking over his shoulder as Claude started the car and backed quickly out to the gravel road that ran from the cabin to the twisting paved mountain road.

"Police after you?" Lisa asked sarcastically as Claude shifted quickly into first and tore down the narrow road.

"Better shut up big tits. I used this little mother on you real nice last time. The next time you might not be so lucky," Hank said, flashing the big knife in front of Lisa's face.

The blonde nurse gasped, then turned her head and peered out the window. After Hank had finished with her, he helped Claude and Art work over poor Marilyn.

Poor Marilyn, Lisa thought, turning around and looking at her friend. The brunette's uniform was as ripped and dirtied as hers. Her hair hung in tangled masses over her face as her body swayed lifelessly in the lurching car. Claude had raped her in the ass while Hank tried to get a hard-on by making the brunette suck him off. When he couldn't get stiff, he started pissing into her face. Lisa could still remember Marilyn's screams of disgust and terror as the warm yellow stream of urine splashed over the brunette's flushed cheeks and nose.

Then when both brothers finished with Marilyn, they turned on her viciously, kicking her in the chest and belly until she finally stopped screaming and lapsed into unconsciousness. Fortunately, both women were left alone for the rest of the night.

When Lisa awoke the next day she found herself tied down to the cot. Only able to move her head, the blonde could see Marilyn fled to another cot on the opposite side of the room. She was finally able to rouse her friend and ask her if she was all right. Other than suffering from bruises and hysteria, Marilyn wasn't badly injured. Then Lisa realized that the Decker brothers were gone. She prayed that they'd never come back. Even if they were to starve in the cabin or die of thirst, it would be better than living one more hour with those three maniacs.

As the hours passed, the cabin grew hot and stifling. The mountain nights were cool, but the days were like the interior of a furnace. Lisa sweated freely, groaning with discomfort as she struggled with the ropes that bound her.

After several hours of struggling, the blonde thought she was making progress at freeing herself when she heard footsteps approaching the cabin. She recognized them as belonging to the Decker brothers. Her heart sank like a stone.

The rest of what happened was still a mystery to Lisa. She managed to put together a few fragments. The two brothers took Art out for a little air. They left him in a clearing and went hiking above the cabin, searching for any signs of police. They left him with the radio that received police calls. Sometime after they left Marilyn and Lisa, Art picked up a call that indicated the police were searching for them in the area.

Art tried to call his brothers. But they were too far away to hear him. When they finally returned, he screamed out the news, sure that the cops were only a few steps behind them. They ran back to the cabin, packed so quickly, and hopped in the car. Lisa was sure they didn't have any plan of escape. None of them had an opportunity to contact their man to arrange a secret border crossing. They were caught with their pants down in this move.

"You can't just drive around without a place to go. The cops'll be out on the highway lookin' for this car," Art whined from the rear seat.

"Don't you think I know that?" Claude snarled. "Hey, you change this dressing before we left the cabin?" the big blond asked Lisa.

"Hm? Yes, he's got a fresh bandage on it," the blonde answered, shuddering at the prospect of this conversation with one of the Deckers. She preferred it when they forgot about her and Marilyn.

"He's gettin' to be more trouble than he's worth," Lisa heard Hank mutter under his breath. She looked at Art whose eyes were closed. She wondered if he heard his brother's comment.

"Never mind. We'll talk about that later," Claude whispered in a low voice as he steered the car down the dark, twisting road to the highway.

"We've got to ditch this car," Hank said as they sped down the paved mountain highway. "The cops'll pick us up in no time."

"There's an all-night diner just north of where this road cuts into the coast highway. Plenty of cars to pick from there," Claude said as he drove cautiously up to the main road.

Lisa sat quietly as she saw the lights of the diner grow brighter. People, she thought happily to herself. Even if she and Marilyn were helplessly tapped, there was something comforting knowing that life went on normally even if she couldn't be part of it.

Claude pulled into the large parking lot behind the restaurant. There were many parked cars and trucks, some with drivers sleeping in them. The big blond turned off the lights and engine, then stepped out of the car and looked around.

"Not too many people outside. I'll look around to find something. When I give the signal, you all move fast," Claude said, poking his head into the opened driver's window.

Lisa watched Claude saunter through the parking lot, looking into the parked cars for keys.

"Lisa, what'll happen to us?" Marilyn finally whispered to her friend.

"Just hang on, honey. They'll find us," Lisa said reassuringly.

"Sure they'll find you," Art said, sneering as he kept his eyes closed. "But it's how they'll find you that ought to make you worry," he said, chuckling deep in his throat.

Marilyn's eyes widened with horror and she let a tiny gasp escape from her mouth as she turned away from the younger Decker brother and pressed her forehead against the window. Lisa felt her skin crawl as she thought over what Art said. So far the brothers kept her and Marilyn alive. They were useful. So far.

"Hey, let's move it," Hank said in a low whisper. Lisa looked through the front window and saw the big blond standing by a parked white Chevy van. He was waving his right hand frantically, indicating they should hurry up.

"And don't try anything cute," the black-haired Decker brother said, pointing his pistol at Lisa first, then Marilyn. "We don't have much to lose if we blow you away here. After you knock off a couple of broads, two more don't make any difference."

Lisa nodded nervously, then opened her door and helped Art out of the car. Marilyn followed closely behind with Hank next to her, jamming the barrel of his gun into her side. The four of them walked quickly across the darkened lot up to Claude.

"Some clown's left his keys under the seat. Let's move," Claude said, throwing open the doom.

Marilyn and Lisa crawled in the back of the van with Art. Whoever owned it put a lot of work in fixing up the rear section. There was a tiny kitchen space at one end, while the rest of the area was thickly carpeted and fitted with a tiny singe bed. The two nurses laid Art on the bed, then squatted down on the carpeted floor as Hank and Claude crawled into the front seats.

"Let's go. We'll hunt up a place to crash along the way," Hank said nervously, peering out the window toward the diner.

The big van pulled quickly out of the lot and onto the coastal highway. Lisa didn't know how long they'd driven, but guessed it had been over an hour when she felt the van slow down.

"What do you think?" she beard Hank ask Claude. The blonde crawled forward until she could see out the front window of the van. The brothers had stopped in front of a long, white clapboard farmhouse. She looked around and realized that the place was relatively secluded. Lisa could see some movement inside the brightly lit, cheerful-looking building. She wanted to scream out and warn whoever was inside. The blonde knew that an unbelievable horror was about to be inflicted on those innocent people inside.

"We'll have to make it work. Whoever owns this van knows it's been stolen by now and they've probably called the cops. With the other car back there, even the dumb fuzz's gonna figure out what happened. We'll have to lay low somewhere for a couple of days before we make a break for the border. There's plenty of places we can store this thing here," Claude said, turning the van into the gravel drive and puffing up to the side of the farm house. He turned off the engine and dimmed the lights.

"Okay. We don't wanna get them worked up till we have to. Don't know how many's inside. You two broads are gonna go in first with Art. Tell them that he got hurt bad in a car accident. Hank, you go in, too. If it looks okay, come out and let me know. Then we'll see what happens," Claude said with an obscene chuckle.

Lisa felt her blood freeze as she thought of what they'd do to those people inside. At least she and Marilyn were necessary for their brother. Whoever lived in that farmhouse would be disposed of as quickly as possible.

"Move it, bitch," Hank said, reaching back and hitting Lisa hard across the right cheek. She caught her balance, then crawled over to Art and helped him off the couch. She, Marilyn, Art and Hank walked up to the front door and knocked.

"Remember, no funny business," Hank said in a whisper as he touched a threatening bulge in his jacket pocket.

Lisa brushed back her blonde hair nervously as she heard someone walking up to the front door. A hand brushed away a white cotton curtain that hung over the square window in the door, and Lisa found herself looking into the face of a young, pretty red-headed girl. She smiled, then unlocked the door and opened it.

"Yes?"

"It's my – uh, brother. He's been hurt badly in an accident. This man picked us up and was going to take us to a hospital but then Art started to look worse. We had to stop. Do you mind if we come in and lay him down?" Lisa asked, feeling ashamed and horrified that she was the instrument of this teenager's probable destruction.

"Of course. Where did the accident happen? Golly, there's nothing around here. Where were you coming from?" the girl babbled out excitedly as the four walked into the brightly lit living room. "You want to use our phone to call an ambulance. There's a hospital about twenty-five miles away from here."

Lisa thanked the girl and dragged Art to a long couch in the middle of the living room. The younger Decker brother was playing his part well, groaning and acting half-conscious as the two women laid him down.

"You don't look too good either," the girl said to Lisa.

"We were knocked around, too," Lisa said, giving Marilyn a glance.

"Don't you want to use the phone for the ambulance?" the girl asked a little nervously as she watched Hank apparently examine the living worn and adjoining kitchen.

"Hmmm? Oh, yeah. Say, you don't live here alone, do you?"

"With my father. But he's out visiting friends tonight. I could call him, if you want," the girl said. Lisa could tell that the girl was getting a little alarmed at Hank's strange actions.

"Naw, that's okay. Where's the phone?" the big man asked as he towered in the doorway leading to the kitchen.

"In the dining room by the dish cabinet," she said, moving toward the doorway.

"I'll find it," Hank growled, walking into the darkened room. Lisa breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. She looked around the living room and was struck by its rustic charm. It was like something out of a western movie set. The furniture was done in a kind of early western American style. Pictures of horses and mountain scenes hung on the walls. Over the doorway to the dining room were two hunting rifles crossed over each other. There were two chairs on either side of the couch, a rocker to the right and several wooden bookcases lining the walls.

"What kind of accident was it?" the girl asked after several minutes of silence went by.

"Car," Lisa said loudly, realizing her discomfort was obvious.

"Are you nurses?" the girl asked, examining their torn, dirtied uniforms closer than before.

"Uh, yes. In fact he was driving us down from our cabin up in the mountains when we had this accident. We've both got the duty tonight," Lisa said, realizing how idiotic the story sounded.

The girl wrinkled up her forehead as she heard the explanation.

"You changed at the cabin for work?"

"We were late in leaving. We…" Lisa started to say. Just then Hank walked back in the living room.

"They'll be here in a couple of minutes. Mind if I get out of here and back to my van a sec?" he asked the girl.

"No, please," she said, obviously relieved that he was leaving the house.

Hank walked out, flashing a warning look at Lisa. The blonde nurse shifted her eyes down to the floor, avoiding the girl's inquiring stare as the big man ran to the van. Lisa shifted her feet nervously on the polished wooden floor. She heard the van door open, then slam shut. It was Claude getting out. There was the sound of running feet getting closer to the house. Bath she and the girl stood up, both trembling with terror as the sounds of two men's boots thudded across the wooden porch. Claude and Hank burst into the living room simultaneously.

"Oh God!" the girl screamed, falling back into the chair and looking at the men in wide-eyed terror as they slammed the door shut.

"Shut her up," Hank said to Claude as he pointed at the hysterically shrieking girl. The big blonde strode over to her and raised his hand high in the air. Even from where she was, Lisa could hear the whooshing sound of his fist slicing through the air, followed by a sickening, slapping thud as his hand cracked across the girl's skull.

The girl moaned and slowly raised her hand. Lisa walked over to her and wiped the blood away from the corners of her mouth. It would be the last kind thing that redhead would experience for a long time.