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shovel.
    Willy ignored her turning his attention to Tommy, “Can you hear me, Tommy boy?” Tom grunted. “Get up. You got work to do. Unless you get to it right away, Sam’s gonna cut off your dick and shove it up your ass.”
    Tom pushed himself up. When she saw his face, Heather cried out. Bits of his teeth were embedded in the bloody pulp that had been his lips. Blood seeped from his mouth and nose that was broken. The front of his shirt was soaked with it. He staggered to his feet. Willy handed him the shovel. Sam kept his gun pointed at the boy. “Dig,” Willy said. “I want a nice deep hole.”
    Tom began to dig. His legs were trembling. He stopped occasionally to spit out blood and bits of broken teeth. Heather stood by the tent crying. Tears streamed down her face. She held her small balled up fist to her mouth. Willy motioned to her, “Come over here,” he said. She shook her head. Sam’s rifle exploded. Small stones and dust shot up just inches from Tom’s foot. Heather screamed. Willy nudged Sam, “The little bitch sure does yell a lot.” He motioned to Heather, “You shake your head at me again and that piece of shit with the shovel gonna be hoppin’ on one leg.”
    Brushing away the tears with the back of her hand, Heather hesitantly crossed to them but stopped just out of reach. Willy shook his head, “You wearin’ panties?” The color rose to Heather’s cheeks. She nodded. “Take ‘em off,” Willy said.
    Heather noticed Sam move the rifle so that it pointed at Tom’s feet. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. “Now, you’re learnin’,” Willy said. “Give ‘em to Sam.” Still keeping her distance, she reached out her bikini panties to him. Laughing, Sam lifted them up then pressed the crotch to his nose.
    “Ahhh, ain’t nothin’ smells as good as young pussy!” He handed the panties to Willy.
    Grinning, Willy sniffed them, “You got that right. Only thing better than the smell is the taste of young pussy juice.” He crooked a finger at Heather. “Get over here, bitch.” She glanced at the gun which was still pointed at Tom. Willy parted his legs and pointed between them. Fearfully, Heather stepped closer till she stood before him, her head bowed. “Now, hike up your skirt and sit your bare ass here,” he pointed to his thigh.
    Not raising her head she said, “Please, oh, please, don’t…”“ All Sam had to do was raise the rifle slightly. Quickly she lifted her skirt and sat.
    “Now, put your arm around my neck,” Willy said. She looked at Sam who grinned at her and nodded. She put her arm around Willy’s scrawny neck. Willy tapped her knee.
    “Spread,” he said. “We want to see your cunt.”
    Tommy gripped the shovel tighter and started toward them. Sam’s finger pressed the trigger. The bullet hit the shovel blade knocking it out of Tommy’s hands. “The next one’s gonna blow your fuckin’ balls off!” Sam shouted. “Pick up the fuckin’ shovel and dig.” Willy’s claw-like hand rested on Heather’s knee. He squeezed it. Tears coursing down her cheeks, she pulled back her skirt and parted her legs.
    “Goddamn!” Sam exclaimed, “this just gets better and better. Her cunt’s shaved bald as a baby’s ass!”
    Willy laughed and winked at Sam, “You first,” he said. Grinning, Sam reached across to rub his index finger along Heather’s crease. He did this several times feeling her moisten before sliding it into her. She cried out. Again Tommy” took a step toward them but seeing that Sam still had the gun pointed at him, went back to digging, keeping his head down to avoid looking at them. As Sam’s finger slid in and out of Heather, Willy began to fondle her breasts. Her nipples stiffened. “I think the little bitch is gettin’ hot,” he said.
    “Yeah, her cunt’s juicin’ up real good,” Sam chuckled.
    “You like what Sam’s doin’?” Willy asked. “You like Sam fingerin’ your pussy?”
    Heather shook her