Bayou Safari: Axl Dane Volume Two

by Crow Gray

  Axl shifted their positions, moving up behind her and putting her on all fours without ever leaving her pussy. He began to fuck her doggy style, grabbing her hips and pulling them as he thrust forward.

  “Yeah, that's a good girl, take my dick,” he said as he grabbed her shoulders, getting even better leverage so he could fuck her harder.

  “Oh God, Axl, give it to me,” she whimpered, and he kept pounding her.

  Axl kissed her shoulders and all over her back as he kept up the pressure, pushing her flat on the bed and putting his weight on top of her. “Yeah, that's it, just like that,” he said, swiveling his hips as he shifted his cock inside of her.

  Rosita began to mumble in Spanish, unintelligible words that turned Axl on immensely. He kept grinding his hips as he put his hands on her shoulders, as if doing a push-up with each thrust. Rosita's face was buried in the sheets, but it didn’t matter, her words made no sense by this point anyway.

  “I want you to come all over my cock, Rosita. Do you hear me? Come all over my fucking dick. Do it.” Axl whispered in her hear as he kept up the steady pumping.

  Rosita heard Axl's words as if they were coming from a distance, and she knew it was her place to obey. She had been on the verge of coming a while now, so when he allowed her an orgasm she took it. She ground herself against the bed, not an easy task with Axl's weight on top of her, but she got just enough clitoral stimulation to combine with Axl's thick cock filling her that it set her off.

  Rosita bucked beneath Axl as she came, peaking as his cock went the deepest and most forcefully. Axl just kept up his pace, pounding her as her pussy convulsed around his cock. That was all he needed, and he roared as he came, shooting deep inside of her. His orgasm began just as hers was winding down, so she felt his hot seed spurting inside of her just as she finished. He pumped a few more times, not stopping until he was spent.

  He collapsed on top of her, kissing the back of her neck, leaving his cock inside as it slowly waned. She just sighed, loving the many sensations she was immersed in at present; his weight on top of her, his cock softening inside of her, his warm sperm filling her. It was a pure delight.

  The two of them had met under unusual circumstances, to say the least. It had been something close to love at first sight, as the two had been immediately attracted to one another. They had also bonded after facing the trouble with her brother, Esteban, together. Much like soldiers who bond under fire, the two had developed a special relationship in the same way. Sometime during all of the hardships they had faced together, they had fallen in love.

  “I love you, baby,” Axl whispered into her ear, kissing the lobe.

  “I love you too,” Rosita said, her mouth dry. “Now get off, you're not all that light you know.”

  Axl grinned and rolled to the side, closing his eyes, already starting to drift off.

  “Oh no you don't!” Rosita said, slapping his chest. “You promised you'd go shopping for curtains with me today!”

  Axl groaned, this one not sexual at all. “Are you kidding me? Isn't shopping for curtains something married couples do after they've been married for twenty years or something? Besides, I have curtains!”

  Rosita propped her head up on her palms, her elbows on the bed. “First of all, you don't have curtains. You have sheets that you have put up over the windows. Next, you promised to go curtain shopping with me, remember?”

  “Yeah, but you had me under duress! You can't ask me things like that when your finger's up my ass, you know I don't think straight then!”

  “Excuses, excuses. Cowboy up, dude, we're hitting some linen shops today.”

  Axl said nothing, just slapped the bed repeatedly.

  “I'll shower first, but when I get out, you get your lazy ass up,” Rosita said.

  Axl peeked as she walked into the bathroom, unable to miss a chance to admire her ass. “The lady does have one fine ass,” Axl said aloud. He then looked over at his curtains, which were indeed sheets he had draped over the windows. “Fuck,” he said quietly.

  Axl climbed out of bed. He slipped his jeans on and went into the living room. He grabbed a beer and checked the news on his laptop first thing. He frowned when he saw the headline: DIABLO DEFILER STRIKES AGAIN. Diablo Defiler. Why the hell do they always have to give these bastards nicknames? He reached into the desk drawer and pulled out the necklace he kept inside. It was a man's gold necklace. Axl had owned the necklace longer than any other possession, having received it as a child. He fingered it as he surfed the net.

  He pulled up a map of Diablo Vista and marked the newest location on it. There were six victims so far. The first had been a clerk at the Shoppin' Bag all night convenience store. The victim, twenty-three year old Luis Romero, had been gutted, and his viscera had been draped all over the cigarette rack.

  The next victims had been an entire family at exit nineteen out on the interstate. Fred Higgins, forty-eight, Martha Higgins, forty-five, Gilda Higgins, fourteen, and James Higgins, nine. The rest stop was known in these parts for its extraordinary assortment of vending machines. Not just soft drinks and candy bars, but ice cream and even French fries were available. Each member of the family had been nailed to the machines, with little James found prominently displayed on the ice cream machine.

  The most recent victim had been at Vinnie's Pizza Palace. The manager, George Ricardo, thirty-seven, had been killed just before closing time. He always locked up alone. According to the story Axl had just read, the killer had stuffed George's body in the brick pizza oven. Axl hoped he was dead beforehand.

  Most news sites wouldn't have reported such gory details, but this was Diablo Vista. Unfortunately, gore was part of the scenery here. Axl knew the locations well. He had a bad feeling about it all, and he hoped he was wrong.

  “So hey, what are you frowning at?” Rosita asked as she walked into the room, nude and drying her hair with a towel.

  Axl hurriedly shut his laptop and returned the necklace to the drawer. “Oh, nothing,” he said, a little pissed that he hadn't heard her coming.

  “Were you looking at porn again? Didn't you just get enough?” she said.

  Axl looked her body over. “I think I'm ready for more,” he said, reaching out and grabbing her waist.

  “Oh no you don't, cowboy,” she said. “We have a shopping date, and not even sex is going to break it.”

  “Dammit!” he said.

  “And what are you doing drinking beer? It's nine in the morning!”

  “Hey, beer is my coffee, thank you very much.”

  “Then you need to lay off the coffee,” Rosita said, taking his beer and pouring him a glass of orange juice instead.

  Axl reluctantly sipped it. “Yeah, yeah.”

  There was a knock at the door, causing both to stare at each other for a second. “Hey, that could be a case!” Axl said, hopping up and heading for the door. Please let this be a case.

  He opened the door and was greeted by an older man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts with sandals.

  “Holy shit! Wilson!” Axl said, pulling the man to him in a hug.

  The old man laughed and returned the hug. “Axl Dane, you old sonofabitch, how the hell are ya?”

  Rosita approached cautiously. She'd never seen Axl show so much genuine affection for anyone other than herself.

  “I'm good you old bastard,” Axl said, the two finally breaking the hug.

  Wilson caught sight of Rosita and stopped. “Damn, Axl, who's this?”

  “This is Rosita. Rosita, this is Wilson, an old friend,” Axl said.

  “Damn, is this your wife? You won the damn lottery!” Wilson said, walking around Rosita and checking her out.

  Rosita smirked, finding Wilson's attention more humorous than creepy.

  “We aren't married,” Axl said, unsure of how to describe their relationship at this point.

  “So you're available then? Well, hellllooo!” Wilson said, running his fingers through his wispy gray hair and winking.
r />   “Just ignore him, he's a lech,” Axl said, leading Wilson over to the small kitchen table. “You up for some coffee?”

  “You know it!” Wilson said, and then Axl had two beers in front of them.

  “Dammit! What is it with beer in the morning around here!” Rosita said, taking a seat and getting her coffee.

  The two men sipped their beers and Wilson's demeanor changed. He went from jovial to somber in the space of a heartbeat. Axl frowned at him, then shot a glance at Rosita, who had also noticed the mood shift.

  “Okay Wilson, I appreciate you putting on a happy face, but I get the idea something's up,” Axl said.

  “Yeah, there's something I need help with. I feel guilty as hell about not keeping in touch and showing up when I need something,” Wilson said, staring down at the table.

  “Don't worry about that. I owe you more than I can ever repay, and I know you wouldn't come here if it wasn't serious. What's the problem?” Axl said.

  “Uh, well,” Wilson said, giving Rosita a quick look.

  “You can talk in front of her,” Axl said, sensing the hesitation.

  “Ah, okay. Well, you remember my granddaughter Zoe?” Wilson said.

  “Yeah, Kelly's kid. Kelly's Wilson's son, I used to work with both of them,” Axl explained to Rosita, who nodded.

  “She's missing,” Wilson said. Axl didn't speak, allowing Wilson time to continue. “Her and some friends were heading to Mardi Gras a few days ago, and I lost contact with them. I figured they'd just lost phone reception at first, but I know New Orleans has reception, and still nothing. And she wouldn't go off without contacting me. I had all of her friend's numbers, and I can't get any of them. I haven't been able to find the other parents, I don't know that much about them.”

  “Isn't Zoe a little young to be going off to Mardi Gras?” Axl said.

  Wilson smiled weakly. “I think so, but Axl, she's twenty-two. All the kids with her are near that age.”

  Axl blinked. “Zoe is twenty-two? Little red-headed freckled Zoe? Wow, time flies doesn't it? So where's Kelly?”

  “Kelly's in prison, Axl. I thought you knew,” Wilson said.

  Axl blinked again. “In prison? Fuck, I've been out of the loop longer than I thought.”

  “What about her mother?” Rosita interjected.

  “Her mother's—not around,” Axl said, his tone indicating she shouldn't ask further questions. He didn't want to bring up that Zoe's mother had died of a drug overdose when Zoe was a toddler. “And Wilson's wife passed away a while back.”

  “Did you try the police?” Rosita asked, and Wilson gave her a look of astonishment.

  “She hasn't been here very long,” Axl explained. “The police here aren't worth a shit, Rosita. Especially for something halfway across the country.”

  “Buncha crooked sonsabitches,” Wilson muttered.

  “So where were they when you heard from them last?” Axl asked.

  “She said they had stopped in a town called Shady Moss. That was three days ago.”

  “All right. I'll go find them,” Axl said.

  “I'm coming with you,” Wilson said. As he started to stand, his knee gave out and he fell back into his chair.

  “Damn, you okay?” Axl said as Rosita stood to check on Wilson.

  “Yeah, my damn trick knee, still acting up.”

  “You got kneecapped by three guys with baseball bats, I bet it's always going to act up,” Axl said. Axl put his hand on Wilson's shoulder. “Wilson, let me handle this one. I'll take Rosita. We'll bring them back.”

  Wilson didn't argue. Axl was glad, as there had been a time he'd have fought to go, and would only get in the way. Wilson was a bad motherfucker in his day, but those days had sadly passed.

  “Okay, Axl. I don't know what your rates are--” Wilson said as he stood gingerly, this time without any trouble.

  “Rates? Are you out of your mind? We'll talk about that later,” Axl said. “You don't have to go just yet.”

  “No, I need to go, I have things to do. Anyway, Axl, here's my number,” Wilson said, handing Axl a scrap of paper. “Let me know as soon as you find something out, okay?”

  “You got it. We'll leave today, so I should be there sometime tomorrow,” Axl said, trying not to be too happy about missing the shopping trip.

  Axl led Wilson out, and Rosita watched as the two spoke on the doorstep a little longer. Wilson handed Axl another piece of paper, this one larger. The two hugged again, and Wilson left.

  “We need to get going, this sounds serious,” Axl said, handing her the piece of paper. “That's the names and phone numbers of all the missing kids. I want you to call each one while I get things ready. I'd hate to drive a thousand miles on a wild goose chase.”

  “Are you sure we don't need more information before we go running off?” Rosita asked. “You did get just the bare bones.”

  Axl shook his head. “That's all I need. Trust me, I know Wilson. He told me all he had, and he wouldn't have come here if he wasn't worried. If Zoe was the type to run off, he'd have never bothered me. He thinks something's up, and he's got an uncanny nose for trouble.”

  “All right,” Rosita said, satisfied.

  Axl wandered around the house and garage as Rosita dialed each number, but got no response. Some said out of service area, and on some she left voice mails, but there were no answers.

  “We're taking the Bronco. Grab some clothes and meet me in the garage,” Axl said. “And keep in mind this is the swamp, as much as I like your shorts and tank tops you'll need something a little heavier.” He was all business. Rosita had seen him like this before, so she didn't waste any time.

  Rosita met him in the garage with her own bag packed. She wasn't sure how long they'd be gone, so she'd guessed on what she'd need. Axl had changed to jeans and a long sleeve black T-shirt along with boots. She'd also put on jeans and a long sleeved blouse, with tennis shoes.

  “Am I okay?” she said, holding her arms out to show she meant her clothes. Axl looked her over and gave her a thumbs up.

  She watched Axl load a few bags into the Bronco as he waved her over. “Do you know how to use this?” he asked, handing her a pistol. “That's a hammerless .38 nickel plated revolver. There's no hammer, so it won't get caught on anything if you pull it from your pocket.”

  “I know what this is, don't you have anything bigger? This is a backup piece,” Rosita said, sliding the pistol into her front pocket.

  “Damn, I didn't know I was dealing with Dirty Harriet,” Axl said. He opened one of the large bags and rummaged through it. “Ah, this is appropriate,” he said, pulling out the .45 automatic that had belonged to Rosita's brother.

  “I forgot you saved that,” Rosita said, taking it from him and hefting it.

  “Can you use an automatic?” Axl said.

  Rosita nodded and slid the gun into her belt. “Yeah, I'm good. Let's go,” she said.

  Axl and Rosita both climbed into the Bronco and were on their way. Axl didn't like leaving Diablo Vista with that killer on the loose, but this was urgent, and he wasn't sure if or when the Defiler would strike next. Well he wasn't sure of when, but he was pretty sure of if. He floored the gas, wanting to get this over with.

  Chapter Three

  2 Days Earlier

  “Oh god, they're going to kill us,” Natasha said. The five friends were all tied in a shed, hands over their heads attached to the wooden beams holding up the tin roof.

  “I think they have worse than that in mind,” Jenna said.

  “Yeah, we can't let them do that to the girls!” Barrett said.

  “Don't be so quick to say that. You have a purty mouth yourself there, Barrett,” West said.

  What would normally be a joke wasn't the slightest bit funny, and both men went pale at the insinuation.

  “Fuck, I can't believe this. I can't believe this shit!” Barrett said. Both he and West had taken quite a beating earlier, and even the girls had been banged up when they tried to fight their
way free. The men were bigger, stronger, and most importantly, had guns. The outcome of the battle had never truly been in doubt, although thankfully, all five of them had survived so far. That part had been very much in doubt.

  “Damn, my head hurts,” West said. He was bleeding from the scalp where he'd taken the butt of a shotgun to his forehead.

  “That's a lot of blood,” Natasha said.

  “It's a scalp wound, they bleed lot. Unless he's got a concussion he'll be fine,” Jenna said.

  “What should we do? I don't think screaming for help is going to do us much good out here,” Barrett said.

  “There's nothing we can do, but wait for a chance,” Zoe said.

  “What does that even mean? This isn't a movie!” Jenna yelled.

  “They'll make a mistake, and when they do we have to act on it. If you get a chance, run! Don't worry about the rest of us, just get away. Get out of here and try to find help, that's our only chance!” Zoe implored.

  The others didn't speak, instead just all nodding.

  The door was suddenly kicked open, and Judd entered.

  “Heeere's Juddy!” he guffawed. “I saw that in a movie once, it was hilarious!”

  Jeb, Delacroix, and finally Amos all filed into the shed after him.

  “Damn, this is our lucky day boys!” Delacroix said, running a hand over Jenna's shapely thigh. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it.

  “Leave her alone!” West screamed, trying to kick at Delacroix but not quite making it.

  “West, don't,” Zoe started, but Amos stepped forward and punched West hard in the stomach, causing him to cough and retch.

  “Now listen!” Amos said, as if he were a coach addressing his players. “If everyone plays along, you'll all be fine! But if you don't, we will kill you, and no one will know it! You'll die here and no one will ever know what happened to you! Just do as you're told, and you'll be home in no time!”

  No one in the shed believed that, including Amos himself, but he didn't want to kill anyone until he had to. He wanted to prolong the fun.