Robbie

Robbie 10

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ROBBIE

By Willie B. Florida
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PART TEN

"You weren't there," Robbie insisted. "Those guys are like--monsters or something."

"They're not the ones we're meeting up with," Trin replied.

"Yeah," Robbie griped, "those were just their minions. The twins are even worse."

"And," Trin said, "we'll hardly have to spend any time with them--maybe no time at all."

Robbie tried to go along with Trin's positive outlook, but fear still sat congealed like a hard ball in his gut. He stared into the blackness ahead as he drove his mother's car through the narrow forest road. He'd given the map to one of the two Faces and was told not to back out or he'd be as good as dead on Monday.

"Sure, sure," he replied cheerfully, "Trin and I are really looking forward to it."

"Sickos," was the only response. He figured Face had it right. It was a stupid plan.

"I just can't wait for those jerks to get what they deserve," Trin interrupted his thoughts. "My moms . . . well, I hope they don't go too far."

"What?" Robbie was concerned. "I thought they were just going to hold them until we could call the police or something."

"Yeah, yeah, that's right. But, you know how they feel about men, and rape, and well . . . I'm sure it will be fine."

"Uh, sure," Robbie muttered. He knew how Trin's moms felt, even about innocuous stuff. He couldn't imagine what they'd do if they got their hands on an actual rapist. He almost felt sorry for the twin boys.

They came around a bend in the road. Up ahead a narrow bridge disappeared high up into the darkness. The river down below was invisible, shrouded in darkness and thick tree cover. At one time this was to have been the Panama Canal of Florida until the whole project was shut down as a potential environmental disaster. The high bridges were to have taken the road high over passing ships. Robbie pushed down on the gas pedal as the road began to slope upwards, but instead of accelerating the car slowly came to a stop, poised for a moment in equilibrium and then slowly started rolling backwards. There was total silence. Robbie put his foot on the brake, put the car into park and restarted the car. The engine came to life for a moment and then spluttered into silence again.

"What's going on?" Trin asked.

"Don't know," Robbie answered. "The car just stopped. There's gas. The starter works." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Should I call my moms?"

"Let's pull over so we don't get hit," Robbie suggested. He put the car in neutral and tapped his foot on and off the brake pedal, steering the car as it rolled gently backwards onto the shoulder. He turned off the headlights and pushed the button marked with a triangle to activate the hazard flashers.

Trin was messing with her phone. "No reception," she muttered. "The damn forest. If I walked to the top of the bridge I could probably get a signal."

"I really don't like that idea. We should stay with the car--together."

"Wait. What time is it?" Trin's voice was surprisingly bright. "8:35" she added, looking at the phone screen.

"And?"

"Well, you know how I'm nervous about my moms?"

"Yeah, I get that."

"I went ahead and called the Sheriff's office. Asked them to stop by my their place--you know, just in case--I don't know!"

"You told them to come arrest a rapist before anyone even got there?"

"I was nervous about the phone thing; didn't want to take any chances. So, yes, I told them we'd tricked this guy into coming out to the forest and that we'd press charges so they could detain them."

"I'm not saying it was a bad idea, Trin," Robbie replied. "But, the pressing charges bit; I mean, you're--we--whatever--we're not the ones that got, raped, so, it's not really legit, is it?"

"I don't know," Trin said with frustration. "But, the point is, if they show up when they're supposed to they'll have to come down this road in about 15 minutes. So at least we'll get rescued."

"Alright, so that's a good thing," Robbie agreed. "So we just sit tight and wait."

"Uh, huh," Trin agreed.

Robbie looked over at Trin, naked in the dark. "You know, I'm still not used to being naked all the time."

Trin let out a little laugh. "I guess that's my fault."

"It's totally normal for you, right?"

"Sure, I've never been any other way."

"Must be nice."

"You like it, though, don't you?" Trin teased. "And the dick massages, and cumming every morning. Admit it!"

"I do," Robbie agreed. "But . . . "

"Yes?"

"It's just, I imagine that for you being naked is just normal. But for me, it still seems odd. Like I should get dressed every morning, but then I don't. And the dick stuff and . . . well, it just makes me feel horny all the time!"

Trin laughed harder. "You don't think I'm horny?"

"I guess you are?" Robbie questioned.

"You don't think those kids at school who aren't stripped are totally asexual?"

"No."

"I mean, didn't you think about sex all the time even before you were stripped?"

"Yes, but . . . "

"You're not horny because you're stripped, you're horny because you're alive! Not to mention you're a teenager, not to mention a sexy girl is sitting next to you, in the dark . . . "

"What's that?"

Trin noticed at the same time. The glare of headlights in the car mirrors.

"I guess our dates are here," Trin announced. "Let's hail them down and get them to my moms' place."

The vehicle pulled up alongside the two naked teens and they heard the slam of two doors, but the headlights were so bright they couldn't see a thing. One thing was clear, this was no car. The headlights beamed down from a truck jacked up on extra large wheels. Running lights shown from beneath the chassis and an extra row of lights shone down from atop the truck's roof.

"Well, if it isn't shithead and his girlfriend." The word girl was drawn out into a long snarl.

Robbie's blood ran cold.

"Hi," Trin began, "we were wondering if you could . . . " but Robbie put his hand on her arm. If only he could remember the damn Faces names.

"You have the map, right?" he hoped he sounded conciliatory.

Face one, or was it Face two, let out a peal of laughter.

"Your map better have been right, mister, or you're going to be even deader than . . . oh, I'm sorry," the voice dripped with sarcasm, "did your car go dead?"

"I wonder how that happened," Face whatever it was interjected.

"You fuckers," Trin blurted out, "you didn't!"

"Watch your mouth, missie. I don't think they let little girls talk like that."

"Speaking of little girls . . . "

"Nate and Gabe are meeting up with us at the house," Robbie tried the reasonable approach. "I wouldn't want to keep them waiting."

"I don't see why not," Face said. "After all, finders keepers. You're out here in the forest and . . . well, what they don't know won't hurt them."

Trin struggled to get a view of their interlocutors but the truck lights were so bright she just saw two fat blobs with voices.

"Maybe we'll just try to start the car one more time," she suggested optimistically. "You guys can follow behind."

Face lit up with laughter. "Your car ain't goin' nowheres, honey. It's us or . . . " The blob gestured ominously over the side of the bridge.

"Enough chit chat," Other Face growled. Robbie shuddered at the sudden change in the tone of voice. A moment later Robbie found himself in the unmistakable embrace of one of the Faces. Buttons cut into his skin as he was lifted bodily and slammed into the side of the truck. Now that he was out of the direct pathway of the headlights he could see the vastness of the forest stretching away into the darkness.

"But, Gabe and Nate," he pleaded feebly.

"Already there, I bet. We were behind them . . . and then ran into you two lucky folks!"

Robbie heard another slam of a body against the truck. "Monster!" Trin shrieked, "You let go of me right this minute." Her voice was cut off by the resounding sound of a slap on her face and a groan from what Robbie took to be a punch right into Trin's gut. He lept forward to do what he could to stop the attack, but he might as well have been trying to move a mountain. Face One or Two simply held him immobile against the truck with one large, meaty hand.

"It's a bit public out here, don't you think?" Face One uttered from the other side of the truck.

"Let's throw them in the back," Face Two concurred. "At least we don't have to strip them." Face Two laughed at his own joke while his free hand groped Robbie's balls. "Trin," he yelled out, "What's that meathead doing to you?" A large fist collided into his eye socket and that was the last he remembered.

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Hearing the punch that silenced Robbie, and remembering the punch Face One had just delivered to her gut, Trin decided to stay quiet.

"Sissy's out," Face One announced. "I'll show you what you've been missing from a real man." She felt Face maul his free hand up her leg and into her crotch and bit her tongue not to hurl insults at him. Face pulled his hand away, but the relief was short lived when she realized he was just undoing his belt. She felt the heat from his freed erection as he aimed it toward her vagina. Can he actually fuck while holding me up against the side of a truck with one hand she wondered? The next second she was chastising herself for posing intellectual hypotheticals. Damn it, this was a crisis. What was she going to do? Out of the depths of her memory she pulled up a story that an old friend of her moms' used to tell, about a guy who trained all his daughters to poop on demand if a man was ever threatening to rape them. Well, there was no way she pull that off, but just maybe she could . . . Trin roiled her abdominal muscles, looked out over the forest as if she were on a ship at sea and imagined herself seasick. She hurled the contents of her stomach all over brute face. Momentarily caught off guard by disgust he let go. Trin slid down the side of the truck and rolled herself under it, her mouth full of burning stomach acids.

"Fuck! Drop that boy and get her. She's under the truck."

She heard Robbie's body slump to the pavement and made a decision. Face Two was surprisingly quick for such a blob of pork. She looked down from her perch on one of the truck's huge wheels as Face Two swung his arms around in circles under the truck.

"Fucking Shit!!! You say she's under here?"

"Damn right. You a blind turd or something?"

"Get under here yourself, bitch. She must have escaped out the other side."

Face Two looked under the truck, saw no sign of Trin and jumped back out into the road. He checked inside and under their car. "You've got the nerve, asshole. You probably already porked her, selfish bitch."

"Did you do the boy, then?"

"Fuck no! Didn't have time."

"Yeah, so we're even."

"I don't think so. How'd you even mess this evening up, anyway? So easy," Face Two drawled sarcastically. "After Gabe and Nate knock up the two kids we'll have them all to ourselves."

"Well, we didn't have to get sloppy seconds -- how about that?"

"If we could find her!"

"Shit, let's just fuck the boy and throw him over the bridge."

"Noooooooo . . . . . " Trin let out a desperate cry.

Faces One and Two grinned and lunged for the truck.

Trin was the first to see the lights. Even before the two Faces cold react to her desperate shriek into the darkness, a beam of light lit up the undercarriage of the truck where Trin was still perched atop one of the giant tires. Everyone froze in place as the Marion County Sheriff's car pulled up alongside.

Two deputies stepped out, flashlights in their hands already searching out the area.

"Well, well, if it isn't Missie and Chrissie!"

"Wach y'all doing out here boys?" The second sheriff's deputy drawled.

"Just helping out these two. Their car broke down," Face One replied.

"Is that so, Missie?"

"Missie and Chrissie?" Trin spoke up. "Really?"

The two boys squirmed uncomfortably, while the deputies suddenly shone their flashlights toward the truck. Trin clambered down from atop the tire and emerged from under the truck.

"Trin!" The first deputy exclaimed. "We was just headed over to your place."

"Yeah," Trin nodded sheepishly. "I guess we never made it there ourselves."

"These the boys you was talking about? I wouldn't have thought you to be friends."

"Uh, no sir. We," Trin gestured toward Robbie, "My sis, I mean, my cousin and I . . . " The deputy shown his light full on Robbie, picking out the boy's naked body in the dark, his penis jutting out from his lithe body. "His mother's car broke down and these two showed up. Never met them before in my life."

"I have," Robbie interjected. "Nate and Gabe's goons. They're the one's we were supposed to meet at Trin's moms' place."

"I see. Well have these two been behaving themselves as the exemplary citizens we expect them to be?"

"Honest, officer. We came round the corner and they was as broken down as could be. Just ask them." Face Two held his hands palm up. "Honest."

"Okay, Chrissie, I'll ask them," the deputy replied. "Trin?"

"We were broken down alright, but they attacked me. I think he was going to rape me, but I got away and hid. When you showed up they had just threatened to throw Robbie off the bridge."

"You know what, boys?" The deputy said. "I think we'll just take you in for a bit of questioning. Nothing serious, you understand? If nothing seems amiss we'll just let you go, but for the moment," the deputies moved in and slid handcuffs around both boys' wrists.

"Ah, man," Chrissie complained, "you know we didn't do what she said."

"We'll see," the deputy soothed, "we'll see." Chrissie and Missie were escorted to the Sheriff's car and the two reluctantly got into the back, hands awkwardly cuffed behind their backs. The officers buckled each boy securely into place, closed and locked the back doors and turned to Robbie and Trin.

"You still on your way to your moms'?" the first officer asked Trin.

"Gabe and Nate," Trin replied, "I don't know who's most likely to have hurt whom. We better get over there."

The sheriff's deputies nodded.

"But Trin," Robbie protested, "the car?"

"Oh shit," Trin exclaimed. "Sorry, sir."

"I won't tell your moms," the sheriff's deputy joked. He opened the back of his car and pulled out a gasoline canister and strode over to to Robbie's mother's car. He opened the gas tank and poured some gas in. "Try it now."

Robbie opened the drivers' side door, sat down and tried the key. The car started right up.

"Out of gas," the deputy nodded.

"But . . . " Robbie spluttered. "It was full when we left Gainesville."

The deputy nodded. "I suspect foul play, but we can check on that later. Let's head over to your aunties' place. We'll follow right behind you in case anything more goes amiss."

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