Getaway

Posted by Rache on September 03, 2001 at 17:50:07:

It should have gone smoothly, nobody should have gotten hurt. But nothing ever goes according to plan, does it? Robbie cursed and pounded his fist on the steering wheel as he craned his neck around to look at Mandy in the backseat.

"Just watch the goddamn road! Jeeeesus!" Randall shouted. He had to shout because the girl in his lap was sobbing loudly as pain wracked her young body.

"Is she gonna make it?" Robbie turned back around and stared at his partner in the rearview mirror. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! "Is she?"

"How the hell do I know?" Randall's voice softened a little. "Yeah, she's gonna make it. Just get us to Doc's, she'll make it."

They both knew he was saying that for Mandy's benefit. Her white t-shirt was stained a deep crimson from the bullet she'd taken in her belly. Randall couldn't do anything except hold the poor girl as she slipped into shock. Her teeth chattered and she winced with pain, her body stiffening and just as suddenly seeming to collapse. But she never quite slipped into unconsciousness; she only stared with her still bright blue eyes into Randall's dark malevolent face.

They'd robbed a local savings and loan, a small bank that should have been easy. But one of the security guards had played cowboy. While Randall was collecting the cash and Mandy was looking the other way he'd drawn the small gun from his ankle holster and shot the blonde just bellow her belly button.

She hadn't gone down right away, in fact she probably hadn't even realized she'd been shot when she turned and put a .357 hollow point through the man's forehead from 10 feet away. Not a bad shot she'd thought, surprised at how easy it was to kill a man, and then she'd looked down in surprise at the spreading wetness and collapsed. Randall had heard the gunfire and come running, threatening to kill everyone as he hooked Mandy under his arm and mostly dragged her out to the car. Her boyfriend, Robbie, was the driver and he at least managed to get them the hell out of dodge before he started losing it.

Randall had ripped away Mandy's t-shirt, exposing her firm 20-year-old breasts, but he didn't notice. Instead he pressed the bloody rag to the small wound in her tummy and kept pressure on it. It wasn't doing much good he thought, but what else was there to do?

Robbie knew where he was going; the hard part was staying under the speed limit. He'd vented his anger at Randall and the larger man had taken it, neither of them really knew what had happened. It didn't really matter. Doc was a real doctor who'd lost his license because of a predilection for coke. He still had the habit and healing up would be felons was the best way he knew how to keep his habit. It wasn't the Mayo Clinic, but he'd saved a few lives. More than he'd lost? Nobody knew and nobody kept score anyway, least of all him.

It was about an hour away and as Mandy quieted down the two men also started to relax a little. Robbie focused on driving; trying to see his girl bleeding on the backseat was just too hard on his concentration. Every time he looked at her his foot pressed another fraction on the gas pedal and the last thing they needed was a state trooper. So he willed himself to adjust the mirror so he couldn't see her and focus on keeping the old Ford at a steady 5 miles per under the limit. It was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do in his life.

For Randall the release of tension brought with it the curious euphoria of surviving the greatest testosterone rush he'd ever experienced. It made him see things just a little differently. He looked down at Mandy. She really was quite a little minx, even shot up like that. Or maybe because she was shot up? The blood was exciting to him. He could smell it. Randall wiped the back of his hand across the perspiration forming on his upper lip. He tasted her blood, strong and colorful. Just the way red should taste he thought.

He looked at her face, her eyes were dilated but she still stared into his face, watching him. Randall looked down at her breasts, full and pale, spattered with a little blood, smeared by his hands as he'd ripped her clothes away. He kept one hand pressed to her belly and brought the other to her left breast. He caressed it slowly, rubbing his blood-covered thumb across her nipple. It responded almost instantly, hardening and swelling against his hand. Randall moved his hand to the other one, the nipple was already hard and he pinched it softly, pulling it as he looked into her eyes.

"You like it don't you?" Randall whispered.

"What's that? What'd you say?" Robbie started to turn around again, his concentration broken.

"Shut up! Keep your eyes on the road!" Randall growled. "I'm just keeping her calm, that okay with you?"

The younger man turned back around without a word. That fuck Randall got us into this shit, he thought, he said it would be too easy. Too goddamn easy. Robbie reminded himself to slow down and lifted his foot slightly, watching the speedometer needle drop back under the limit. Maybe he ought to do something about that asshole - it was his fault. All his fault.

Randall turned his attention back to Mandy. He brushed her sweat matted blonde hair back with his hand. He could feel his manhood swelling with desire as he looked at her. She definitely didn't deserve this shit, that was for sure. And she didn't deserve a little fuck like Robbie either. He felt her lifeblood still leaking from her belly and he lifted his hand slightly. Such a small hole, a little jagged, but mostly smooth about the size of his pinky. He pushed the soaked cloth back to the wound and slid his other hand back to her breasts.

Randall leaned close to the girl. "You look so good Mandy. Don't you go dying on me, okay? We're almost at the doc's you just hold on."

He squeezed her firm breasts and watched as she seemed to give a little shudder. "You feel that Mandy? You like that? You know how sexy you are right now?"

Mandy's mouth opened as if she'd speak, but only a ragged breath emerged. "Shhh...It's okay baby, don't talk. I know you feel it too."

Randall took a quick look at the back of Robbie's head as he slid his free hand lower. He took his other hand away from Mandy's tummy long enough to unbutton her jeans and slide the zipper down. He put pressure back on the wound and stared at the girl's blood soaked panties. He could just see a small triangle where her pants were opened but it was enough. His cock throbbed painfully as Randall slid his fingers inside the elastic waistband.

He looked again at Robbie content the boy was focused on the road. Mandy's pubic hair tickled his fingertips and she gave a slight moan as he pressed against the softness just above her sex. Randall worked his hand inside, digging gently with his fingers until he could feel the faint hardness of Mandy's clitoris and a little further down her soft labia. The wetness surprised Randall and he wished he could see what he was feeling. It might be blood, or even piss, but he didn't think so. He worked a finger in the slick cleft of Mandy's vagina and felt the sticky warmth there.

Mandy gasped weakly, she was responding despite her shock and wounded belly. She didn't really feel the pain anymore; it had fallen away to a sharp cramp as her body protected itself. She felt Randall's hands without truly realizing what was going on, only that it was comforting, a good feeling she could desperately cling to. When his fingers brushed across her clit and between her sex she spread her legs slightly, automatically, wanting to feel more. She stared into Randall's face without seeing him; she shuddered briefly as a familiar pleasing sensation slowly moved through her.

Randall pushed his fingers in slowly, uncomfortably trapped beneath the confines of her jeans. He wished he could undress Mandy completely but he knew that little fuck Robbie would go crazy if he even suspected what Randall was doing to his girlfriend right now. He started thinking maybe a doctor wasn't what Mandy needed and maybe Robbie didn't never have to know anything about anything anymore. Randall caught himself with a grin. And then what? Drag this dying girl around just because he wanted to get laid? And go where? No, he had to get her to Doc's; there they could get cleaned up, rest a bit and figure out where the hell to go next. That was the smart play, even if Mandy was getting him ready to pop in his pants just looking at her.

Randall kept his fingers busy though; it was just too nice a feeling rubbing Mandy's hot wet pussy to stop. He'd managed to curl two fingers inside the girl and he smiled as he felt Mandy's hips lifting ever so slightly. Her breath was weak and ragged but she was enjoying it, he could tell and that turned him on all the more. Mandy moaned loudly as Randall shifted in his seat trying to find a more comfortable position for his stiff penis and Robbie suddenly turned around.

"What the fuck!?" Robbie stared in disbelief at Randall's hand buried inside his girlfriend's panties. The car swerved suddenly as he leaned over to open the glove compartment. Robbie's fingers curled around the pistol he'd stashed there but he froze as he felt the hard barrel of Randall's gun pressed against his head just above his right ear.

"Get your gun Robbie and hand it to me. Real slow." Randall said in a low menacing voice.

"Fuck you! You shoot me were all dead!" Robbie stomped his foot on the accelerator and the car surged forward with a deep throated growl.

"How about if I just shoot Mandy then?" Randall jerked the gun away and pressed it to the girl's left breast. "You might kill me and I might kill you, but she definitely ain't gonna make it!"

Robbie's brain was spinning. He'd completely forgotten what had made him so mad in the first place. Mandy! He felt his brain being twisted with confusion, nothing made sense. A moment ago he'd have killed all of them, but now? He took his foot off the gas pedal and reached for his gun.

"Slowly Robbie."

Robbie did as he was told, dangling the pistol from his finger for Randall to take. "That's better, now pull off at the next exit." Randall directed Robbie for the next 20 minutes, driving them further from the highway and into the quiet rural countryside until at last even the gravel turned into a rutted dirt path. Mandy groaned as the car bounced haphazardly on squeaky springs.

"That's enough, pull over there, by that tree."

Robbie pulled over and parked under a huge oak tree. There was nothing else around except empty wheat fields - no houses, no cars, no nothing. It was a lonely stretch of prairie in the middle of nowhere. The two men got slowly out of the car, Randall keeping his gun pointed at Robbie the whole time. Mandy had become a little more awake now and she tried to speak as she felt Randall getting out from under her. He laid her head down on the empty seat and told her it was okay, just to relax. She looked up at him with her eyes a little wider and shivered.

"This is the end of the line Robbie." Randall offered an almost apologetic smile.

"Fuck you!" Robbie spat.

Two shots rang out in the gathering dusk and echoed across the desolate plains. The bullets had struck the younger man in his chest and exploded through his lungs. Randall watched with grim satisfaction as Robbie crumpled into the dust. He died quickly at least, blood seemed to pour out of his shattered body. Randall felt no real regret; the boy and his girl had been partners of opportunity, looking for a quick thrill. Well, they'd found some and now it was over. Randall dragged Robbie's dead body around, behind the tree and rolled him into a shallow ditch. The tall weeds sprang back and managed to cover him enough, not that anyone would come out here looking. The killer turned back to the car, it wasn't quite over, not yet.

Randall opened the back door on the driver's side of the car. Mandy was lying on the seat as he'd left her, looking a little more pale, but a little more alert as well. She was pressing her hand to her wounded belly and she lifted her head weakly to look at Randall.

"How you doing Mandy?" Randall dropped his gun on the floor board and ran his hands up and down the girl's legs, feeling her heat through the soft denim.

"Where's...Robbie?" She said it slowly, in a long whisper that seemed to use up all her strength. Mandy's head dropped back to the seat and she closed her eyes.

"He's gone to get you some help, we're gonna hang out here for a little bit." Randall started pulling Mandy's jeans down her smooth thighs leaving thin trails of blood. "You don't mind do you?"

Mandy just breathed slowly. She felt sleepy and a little cold even though she was soaked with sweat. Her body shook slightly with occasional spasms, her muscles contracting and relaxing seemingly at random. Randall pulled her jeans completely off and saw Mandy's panties had slid down a little as well revealing her light brown pubis stained and wet with her blood. Randall licked his lips and hooked his thumbs in the thin nylon material and eased them off. His excitement had returned and he felt his swollen member straining for release.

Mandy gasped as she felt Randall sliding his hands up her bare flushed skin. He moved them between her smooth taut thighs and gently spread her legs to expose the hidden folds of Mandy's sex. Her labia were plump and dark beneath the lighter curls of hair. Randall caressed her opening and found she was still wet, still ready for his touch. He slipped a finger easily inside the girl and felt the smooth curious ridges of flesh within. He found her clitoris with his thumb, pressing against it and rubbing with slow deliberate circles until the hard little nub was swollen with stimulation. He smiled as Mandy shuddered and moved her hips in a slow undulation, moaning with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Randall's own pleasure was becoming nearly unbearable. He bent his mouth to Mandy's breasts, taking first one dark nipple and then the other between his lips. He suckled them urgently becoming at turns gentle and savage, biting her and pulling them with his teeth as he began ramming two fingers quickly in and out of the wounded girl. Mandy groaned loudly, sucking deep breaths between her teeth as her body fought to find some kind of release. The fire of the bullet had been somehow replaced by the warmth of her sex. Mandy clamped her hands, one over the other, to her belly as she tried to push herself against Randall's rough invasion.

The smell of blood and sex permeated the confined space and filled their confused senses. Randall licked his way down Mandy's quivering flesh, lapping at her blood and forcing her hands away with his chin. He kissed the wound in her tummy, pressing his tongue to it and feeling the slow constant trickle of her life running across his lips. He could feel the small hole seeming to suck at the tip of his tongue as he worked it into her belly, trying to widen it so he could bare his teeth into the raw soft flesh inside. Randall felt his reason leaving him, a new sensation - bloodlust - filled his mind and directed his energy. He pressed his face to her soft skin, forcing her stomach inward and a sudden shock of pain brought a shrill scream that quickly fell into a long slow moaning sound as Randall curled his fingers, brushing against the sensitive place beneath and behind her clit. Mandy's body was shaking, her arms flailed and she clawed weakly at her new lover's neck before dropping languidly to her sides.

Randall knelt on the seat looking down at Mandy. His face was covered with her blood, and he licked at his lips as he undid his belt and loosened his pants. he had one driving thought now, one desperate need: to fuck this little girl to death. To feel her ravaged body wrapped around him while he forced the life out of her with his cock. Mandy watched him through half-lidded eyes, somewhere inside she knew she was dying and the thought brought a calm with it, letting her focus on the ache between her legs. She felt the emptiness as a new and different pain when Randall had withdrawn his fingers, she desperately wanted to feel it again. She wanted to feel one last flash of pleasure before she fell finally and endlessly asleep.

Mandy felt Randall's hands, pulling her towards the open door, just enough so her left leg could hang free and he'd be more comfortable as he lowered himself between her wide spread legs. She felt him guiding his rigid penis, brushing the smooth bulbous head across her sex, gathering the wetness before placing it against her glistening sex. Randall pushed into her slowly, deliberately filling the girl with his swollen cock until he was completely inside. She was wonderfully tight around him, gripping him with her sex as another series of shivers coursed through her. Randall grunted as he began pumping himself in and out, spearing the sweet soft folds in an ever-increasing rush of desire. Mandy moaned, taking short quick breaths and letting them out slowly as she began to undulate her hips, somehow finding the strength to meet Randall's thrusts with her own.

The dying girl clutched her hands to her belly; the rocking of Randall's body against hers was bringing the pain back, a feeling of being ripped deep in her womb. She cried out with a low strained voice and Randall grinned as he began to stab himself into her. He backed himself so his cockhead almost slipped out and then shoved as quickly and deeply as possible, impaling the stricken woman over and over. He pulled her hands away and watched as the blood pumped from her belly in time with his strokes. It seemed to be flowing faster, and he spread it across her body, massaging her ripe breasts with it. Mandy groaned, she felt her orgasm coming, a climax of pain rushing out of her tummy and through her sex to meet Randall's merciless thrusts.

Mandy tilted her head back, arching her spine as her tortured body released its pain through her orgasm. Her vaginal walls flexed, clamping like a velvet fist around Randall's manhood and she felt the sweet explosions bursting inside her. She'd closed her eyes tightly and now brilliant flowers blossomed and disappeared against the dark background. Randall jammed himself as deeply as possible and held himself there as his balls suddenly erupted and his cock spilled his hot seed into Mandy's dying womb. She shook as the sensation of being filled strummed through her. Her fingers groped the air for something to hold onto, the beating of her heart was growing faint, slowing and she looked for something, anything to give her one more moment of life. A reason to convince her heart to beat once and once more again.

She found it, on the floor of the car. Mandy's hand felt the cold hardness and she grasped it, fumbling as she fought to concentrate, to find the muscles she would need. She forced her eyes open, looking at Randall's bloodied face, his wild eyes glaring at her like a beast's as his cock pumped his semen uselessly into her. Mandy brought the gun up, her hand shaking with the effort. Randall didn't seem to see it at first, then his mouth opened but no words came out. He was growling with the frenzy of his lust. The big gun seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and Mandy groaned as she felt it slipping from her blood soaked hand. She pulled the trigger in desperation.

The explosion rocked the car and splattered the back of Randall's head across the interior of the car and out the door in a mist of blood and brains. Mandy dropped the gun and a moment later Randall's body fell on top of her. His body jerked and his swollen cock erupted again with a second orgasm inside Mandy's ravaged sex. Randall was dead but his body didn't quite know it yet. Blood spilled out of his shattered skull, flowing down his neck and back and onto Mandy to mix with hers. Mandy wished she could have gotten out of the car, she tried to push but it exhausted her, she had no choice but to lay there beneath the man who'd led them to this. She wished she could have seen Robbie one last time to tell him that she'd avenged him. She would have told him so many other things besides, but all Mandy could do was lay there with Randall's dead penis still hard inside her. The young woman closed her eyes and fell asleep without noticing when her heart slowed and finally stopped.

the end
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(MMF, gunshot, nonconsensual, criminal)

note: This is the first and probably only story I have posted here that is posted someplace else as well. I got an email from a nice person asking me to write a shooting story. So I did and then I thought maybe I'd just post this one around like a little free advertising. So I did that too, but not very much. So if you see "Getaway" posted someplace else, now you know why. Bye! ~R.