The mans spade was standing erect near by and he began to fill the holes Cassandra tugging at the wheel locked cart her heels slipping as she tried to pull free. Within a few minutes he had finished his task his massive body easily able to move dirt at a considerable rate.
He pushed the empty box into the final hole leaving the lid standing against the crooked tree trunk.
“Now pony, ” he said with a grim smile the sun now a shimmering haze on the horizon shadows staring to draw long, giving the cross strewn hill a zebra striped completion, “you have being a good girl and I give you a choice.”
He looked down to the box then to a sturdy tree branch.
“You can go in the box or if you wish I can make things quicker. While you dangle I take your ass. This will make sure your torment is over.”
He pulled a rope and noose from the cart flinging it over a sturdy crooked part of the tree and looking back at his black clad babe he added. “The sensation for me while you ass clenches around my cock is impossible to recreate any other way.” He looked to the horizon in thought before adding.” I will come like a horse, this is for sure.”
Cassandra’s blue eyes looked up at the noose then down to the grave her mouth dripping inside the gag her tongue very tired and dry. He undid his buttons on his baggy shorts pulling his dirty erect cock from them tugging the foreskin readying it for action. Seeing the dangling noose then his hard on like a pole ready to lift and impale in her final moments her legs buckled. But looking over to the two newly filled mounds the occupants in deep black cells she knew what her choice had to be, and so did he.
The undertaker smiled and licked his lips in anticipation….
“Jezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!”
The scream filled the car with an almighty thunder Diora twisting on the wheel dust billowing up. In the back Keeley was flung upside down her heels shoes dancing on the cabin roof. Across from the driver Cassandra had nearly ripped her body from her seatbelt, Diora thanking God she’d had it on. The sleeping chick had just erupted like someone had fed a cattle prod up her ass.
“Jezz jezz,jezzzz!”
She just kept blurting out high pitch yelps of fright the car spinning to a halt Keeley already reaching around to grip on to the blouse of the animated girl. Diora was looking at her in shock and seeing her mind was totally detached gripped her face looking into her wild eyes.
“Cassy honey calm down, calm down.”
The girl seemed to relax but then this only added to her panting and cussing.
“Fuck, shit fuck, fuck!”
Diora was smiling now understanding. The butter wouldn’t melt face was releasing a stream of profanities a marine would be happy with.
“Cassy you’ve been dreaming.” The red head then burst out laughing her blonde friend still looking horrified.
“Must have been some nightmare,” Keeley said curling her long hair in her fingers a little surprised by her friend’s manner.
Cassandra was shaking her head. “No, no can’t be I…” She though back to the disgusting imagery refusing her own mind had conjured it up. “We… I… I mean.” The girls looked at her seeing that she was covered in sweat, like a dipped toffee apple at Halloween.
“Hell you’ve really screwed yourself up,” Diora said adding. “I think you need to take your mind of things.
She opened her driver door and got out.
“Com’on Cassy you best drive for a while. I don’t think you should have any more sleep at the moment.”
A few minutes later she was in the driving seat Diora stretch out like a tired cat. Keeley also had legs up high on the backrest as both felt the tiring heat of the afternoon sun. Cassandra wasn’t answering questions about her dream. She just wanted to flush it from her mind and let the air billowing through her open window dry her off. She felt bruised and tired the exertions in her dream seeming to live in her body. Between her legs she rubbed her thighs nervously together. She was damp and realised she creamed herself while asleep.
Shaking her head in embarrassment she held the wheel tightly keeping a constant speed. The road was pool cue straight the ground stretching to the shimmering horizon. She though it a mirage first but slowly a black speck grew into a long post, then a cross then a figure ahead. She peered through her round spectacles; squinting her eyes as the nearing figure expanded sideways until she could see a broad man and donkey towed cart.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her friend sitting up in concern.
On the cart as they neared she could now see a long crate. Diora shielded her pink sunglass eyes.
“Hey has that man got a…”
Diora was cut short as she screamed in panic. Her friend had twisted the wheel direct at him. The man’s handsome face looked astonished as he jumped for his life. Cassandra hit the carts side crushing a wooden wheel. The whole thing tipped the donkey moaning.
“You fucking bastard!” She screamed looking over her shoulder her eyes filled with terror her foot hard to the floor. Keeley was looking out of the rear window and could just see through billowing dust the donkey veering off dragging a wrecked cart the man on his knees looking up impassively.
Diora tried to grip the wheel but Cassy gave her a stare that made her freeze. It was 60 miles later before the blonde’s body slowly relaxed on the pedal and two awkward distance filled days later before she could begin to explain her actions to her friends.
But on that afternoon deep in Poland the man lifted himself from his knees, his shoulder was aching but he had more pressing worries. His cart was shattered and his donkey looked lame. He shook his head at the crazy insane driver before looping a rope around his cargo. The long wooden box would be difficult to pull and he had to go a long way. As he heaved the weight the wood made a deep unearthly noise as it slid along. There was one benefit to this, the straining man thought; “at least it drowned out the incensing scratching coming from within.”
THE END
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