Marva Dayton was already sniffling as she hesitantly lifted her brown cotton skirt and then, at her aunt's impatient gesture, caught up the hem of her ahite cotton petticoat beneath, and hoisted both garments up to her slim young waist. "PI-please, Aunt Edna, d-DONT SP-spank me, just this one time, please f she implored in a voice that threatened to break down at any moment, as could be judged from her trembling, full red lips and her dilated, misty eyes.
Edna Frobisher scowled and shook her head: "Absolutely not, young lady! You've had this coming for a long time, and you know it. And you can just be thankful I don't tell your uncle about how Mrs. Kedzie saw you flirting with one of those disgusting young toughs on a motorbike and in a leather jacket, or I'm sure he would take a strap to your behind! Now come get over my lap this minute, or I will tell him, after all!"
Tears blurred Marva Dayton's vision as she slowly and dolefully approached her gray-haired aunt, who sat, an imperious figure, in a straight backed chair beside the window of her bedroom which looked out on the pleasant little garden of the Dayton house on Sepulveda Street, at the northeast end of LaMesa, a thriving residential suburb of San Diego. Marva was fifteen, of medium height, her dark-brown hair cut in helmet style, her face heart-shaped, with large, ingenuous hazel eyes, a dainty snub nose, a full sweet mouth which was now tremulous as she approached the moment of anguish, and a warm olive-skinned complexion.
Her parents had separated when she was ten, and her father had been killed in a hunting accident in Baja California two years ago. A few months after that, her mother had remarried and moved to Buffalo, New York, leaving the teenager in the care of her.father's brother and his strict disciplinarian wife. Until that had happened, Marva Dayton had never known the ignominy of corporal punishment. But already, since that fateful day, she had been compelled to assume the classical spanking position over her aunt's lap on an average of three or even four times a month.
The very first time, to be sure, she hadn't prepared herself as she was now doing. She had sassed her uncle back over some now forgotten trifle, and he had angrily told Edna Dayton, "What this impertinent young lady needs is a paddy whacking, Edna! You look after it, and see that she minds her manners after this." And so to her consternation, the pretty brown-haired teenager had been ordered up to her aunt's bedroom, lectured at, and then commanded to lift her clothes and place herself over Edna Dayton's lap. She had tearfully begged off, stammering that she was too old for that and that she wouldn't ever do it again.
But Edna Dayton had strode to her, seized her by the elbow, and applying a few stinging slaps over the girl's bottom with the flat of her other hand, had pulled her down across her lap as she sat down on this very same chair, tugged up Marva's skirt and petticoat, and proceeded to apply a stinging spanking with her bony hand which had the girl in tears long before it ended.
But that wasn't all. In order to teach her niece how to obey orders from her elders, Edna Dayton, after giving the sobbing girl another scolding, had inserted her fingers under the waistband of her little white panties and tugged them down to Marva's knee-hollows. The flamingly spanked bare bottom had then been subjected to a further ordeal of twenty spanks from the wooden ruler in her aunt's hand. And when it was all over, as Marva lay weeping bitterly across Edna Dayton's lap, her aunt had informed her that henceforth, whenever she was considered naughty enough to be chastised, she would in future pull up her own clothes and place herself across her aunt's lap-or there would be an extra dose just as there had been this first time.
Consequently, the pretty teenager had had to conquer her pride and self-esteem and by now, fearing the penalty for disobedience, she had become meekly and fearfully submissive.
The procedure was invariably the same. First, a sound hand spanking over Marva'a panties, and then a pause of about two minutes during which her aunt scolded her and informed her why she was being spanked and warned her of harsher punishment if the misdemeanor recurred; then, the humiliating descent of her little panties down to her knees, and then either the ruler or the hairbrush. It was almost a ritual, and there were times when poor Marva felt sure that her aunt actually enjoyed punishing her in this childish, shameful way. But today, Marva knew, it was going to be the worst spanking she had ever gotten.
With a choking little sob, Marva laid herself down over her aunt's lap and almost dutifully as if out of long practiced habit, grasped the rungs of the chair to balance herself and to gain security. Her ripely contoured oval-shaped bottom-globes tensed and contracted nervously, in that understandable apprehension which always visits a culprit at spanking time. Also, she clenched her thighs and calves together very tightly, aware of the bareness of her legs, since she wore only red bobby socks. Her legs were glossy and smooth, the calves sinuous and high-set, with nervous muscles rippling and tensing constantly. Her thighs were gracefully slender, merging into the upstanding globes of her voluptuous virgin bottom with an exciting resilience and maturity of development.
Her aunt was in no hurry to proceed. Slowly, Edna Dayton rolled up the skirt and petticoat almost to her niece's armpits, and Marva shivered and sighed faintly as she crossed one lovely calf over the other, the toe of her loafer-shod left foot pressing down hard against the rug. This maneuver accentuated the play of her muscles, and also seemed to make her behind thrust out all the more to the oncoming chastisement.
Satisfied with this initial preparation, her aunt now inserted both thumbs with fingers under the waistband of the little panties and tugged them briskly down to Marva's knees. A little gasp burst from the culprit, and for an instant she glanced nervously up and back at her executioner. She saw the stern face, the spectacles which made Edna Dayton's face even more austere and imperious; and then she promptly bowed her head and closed her eyes and, shifting her fingers on the rung of the chair, miserably awaited the commencement of punishment.
Her previous spankings had taught her also to keep in position. Her aunt did not mind her crying and even kicking, but whenever she attempted to rush her hands back to cover up her burning posterior, or had slipped dangerously near the edge of her aunt's lap and might fall, Edna Dayton had promptly pulled her back with her left arm around her waist, scolded her niece and warned her that any such further tactics would mean extra spanks.
Nonetheless, it was extremely difficult for the lovely young teenager to accept such a punishment stoically, because the burning and smarting of her bare behind proved intolerable, especially when her aunt passed from a simple hand spanking to employment of the ruler or the hairbrush. At this moment, Marva did not know what her fate was to be, but she unhappily suspected the worst, for flirting with a boy was an unpardonable crime in her aunt's severe lexicon. Indeed, Marva had several times timidly asked if she might go out on a date with some prepossessing young male classmate, and her aunt had always indignantly forbidden this, "At least until you are seventeen and have a little more good sense than you do now, young lady!"
Now all of Marva's being was concentrated in the agonizing moment of waiting for the very first spank to sting her naked, twitching, upturned shrinking bottom-cheeks. Though by now she had learned that the contraction of her muscles would only increase the severity of the spanks, she still could not overcome the natural instinct to huddle and diminish her plump, developed bottom and to make it as small as possible under the emphatic slaps which her aunt's bony hand inflicted. There were times when Edna Dayton seemed to use her fingers as a kind of whip, flicking the already discovered and palpitating flesh, especially near the broadening crease which separated her niece's buttocks. These were atrociously painful, and they were almost invariably used when her aunt was vexed with her--just as now. Gloomily, the pretty brown-haired teenager uttered a soft sigh, almost of impatience in her yearning to have the ordeal begin and end that much more quickly.
But Edna showed not the least concern for her niece's feelings in this regard. She now calmly proceeded to pass her right palm over the shrinking globes of Marva's olive-skinned behind, while the young girl nervously and feverishly shifted her legs and crossed the left calf over its delightful twin, the toe of her raised loafer agitatedly moving this way and that while the muscles in her legs ripped and flexed convulsively.
Edna was forty-four, and her husband forty-six. They had not been blessed with children of their own, and although she seemed austere and cold, that was very deceptive. Her niece was yet too naive to comprehend the true emotions which she felt when holding the girl across her lap in this shameful pose, the panties drawn down to the knees, the bare behind arched up and quivering as it proffered itself, her left arm tucked tightly around the slim bare waist, and her right palm pressing intimately over her victim's bottom-cheeks and near the crease as if to proclaim possession of this delectable, virginal posterior.
For it was true that Edna savored the sexual aspect of corporal punishment. At night, in a black nylon nightie and with makeup such as her niece would never have recognized, her body scented with perfume, the childless and mature woman caressed her still ardent husband and whispered to him the salacious details of Marva's punishment. She would do that tonight, and she closed her eyes for a moment and thought of the hours to come when her still quite virile husband would fuck her and then, if her story really inflamed him, as she would try to make it do, perhaps use his mouth between her thighs and draw her to exquisite hot come.
She was thinking of this now as for a moment she closed her eyes and pressed her right palm down against the gently swelling base of her niece's right ass-cheek. Marva groaned faintly, and once again uncrossed her long slim legs, this time bearing down with the toes of both loafers against the rug. The muscles flowed and tremored in her bare sleek back and legs, as she endured the almost interminable prolongation of her chastisement.
Then suddenly she felt her aunt's left arm tighten around her waist, infallibly the signal that the punishment was about to start. At the same moment, her aunt's right hand rose, hovered a moment and then fell with a Smackk!
The girl's face lifted, her eyes widening, her lips forming a plaintive O, and she sucked in her breath at the vigor of that spank. Judging from the vigorous impact of her olive-sheened right buttock just below the summit, Marva had the disconsolate feeling that this was going to be perhaps the hardest spanking she had ever gotten from Aunt Edna.
The second spank fell, on the left cheek at about the same place. There were two bright pink outlines of Edna's palm on the flawlessly smooth bare skin of her niece's now visibly squirming posterior. Marva felt not only the tingling smart of those first two spanks, but also the shameful awareness of her nudity. Her surprisingly hairy virgin pussy was pressed snug-gly over her aunt's lap, and the slightest movement on her part would produce a friction which Edna anticipated and, indeed, eagerly awaited.
Once again her aunt's hand landed with a crisp intonation, this time against the outer edge of the right hip. It stung painfully, and Marva was forced to gasp and also to squirm uneasily. Once again her lovely bare legs crossed, this time the right ankle rubbing against the left, the right loafer waggling to and fro in evidence of discomfort.
The fourth, then the fifth almost immediately thereafter, fell, both on the left buttock, the first spank imparting a bright pink hue to the outer edge of the left hip, the next one flattening the left summit where the flesh was fullest and most elastic. Marva raised her face again, her eyes very wide and filming with hot tears, and once again her lovely red lips formed an even more expressive O as a muffled gasp of "Ooooooh!" escaped her.
Once again she uncrossed her ankles. During the spanking, under the onus of extra punishment if she should get out of position, it became an ever-increasingly difficult ordeal for the pretty brown-haired teenager to find a completely comfortable posture in which to endure the stinging avalanche of spanks, for as her bottom grew progressively warmer, her nervous system was prone to react involuntarily. Even though she always told herself at the outset of punish-
U merit that she would be very brave and try not to "act up," she invariably was never able to keep this resolve, and towards the end of the punishment was always kicking and twisting and weaving her blazing hips this way and that as she begged for pardon.
Edna paused now, pretending to adjust her niece's position over her lap, her left arm drawing the girl closer towards her. Marva gasped aloud again, shifting her slim little fingers and taking a tighter hold on the rung of the punishment chair. Once more she crossed her ankles, this time the left one over the right, and long spasmodic tremors ran along her calves and thighs and through the jouncy naked ovals of her beautiful virgin ass.
Edna's right palm once again seemed to caress those temptingly jutting fleshy globes, and again Marva shivered, closed her eyes and tried to shrink herself into nothingness. This palpation was intensely humiliating to the young girl, but she knew very well the useless-ness of protesting. The best thing to do was to grin and bear it, fir if she aroused her aunt's rancor, the reprisal could be extremely painful.
Satisfied with the girl's reactions during this prelude to the chastisement, her gray-haired executioner once again raised her right hand and delivered three stinging slaps, distributed all over the shivering naked behind. The first landed on the lower right summit, the second on the left upper summit, while the third smacked painfully right over the shadowy groove which separated those twin ovals of tender young girl-flesh.
"Ohhh-ohh, Aunt Edna, it hurts!" Marva was moved to gasp out in a trembling voice as her tearstained face turned back imploringly towards the stern visage of her aunt. Her uppermost leg kicked up, resumed its pressure against the other tautly posed leg, and a convulsive shiver seemed to run through her bare hips. By now, the bright pink marks of the spanking stood out lasciviously against the warm pure olive tone of the smooth naked skin. There were tiny little twitching to be observed in both bottom globes now, as well as along the upper thighs, while the muscles of Marva's lovely bare calves tensed, relaxed, only to tense and flex again.
Once again there was an agonizing pause. Edna once again adjusted the curve of her left arm around the smooth warm bare waist of the culprit, once again passed her right palm quickly, this time, over the shivering naked asscheeks. Then again her hand rose and plummeted down, landing with an authoritative and noisy impact on the fleshy peak of the right buttock where it was ripest in contour.
"Owwww! Ohh, that hurts, Aunt Edna, I'll be good, I didn't mean to do anything wrong, oh please, please don't spank so hard!" her niece sobbed. Now the lovely legs uncrossed and the toes of the loafers jammed down hard against the rug, as once again Marva turned her flushed and tearstained face back to her implacable executioner.
Her aunt's palm pressed against the stinging flesh which it had smacked, as Edna coldly retorted, "don't try to beg off this early, young lady! If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times, you aren't to talk to strange boys, and especially not one of those young hoodlums on a motorbike. Haven't your uncle and I told you that there's a gang of those vicious young brutes riding up and down the highways, just spoiling for trouble? You're too young to know what terrible things they can do to decent young girls, Marva, but I'm going to see that you don't get into any such mischief. Now then, get ready, I haven't even started!"
"Oh, d-dear!" Marva groaned, as she bowed down her flushed face once more, closed her eyes, and desperately tried to take a firmer grip on the rung of the punishment chair. Her legs had begun to tremble because of the muscular strain of thrusting her loafer toes down hard against the throw rug. She felt it slip slightly, as she squirmed uneasily, trying to adjust herself to a more comfortable pose, and always failing. Just as she was trying to find it, her aunt's hand descended once again and seemingly with greater force than ever, flattening the base of her left bottom-cheek. Her right leg kicked up frantically, her hips arched and jerked, then ground back down over her aunt's lap as she cried out, "Awwrrr, oh don't, Aunt Edna, I'll be a good girl, he was just asking me how to get to San Diego, honest he was, I-I wasn't flirting with him or anything like that, honest I wasn't!"
"You should have just walked away from him and kept your mouth shut, young lady. Maybe this will teach you what to do the next time-and there had better not be a next time either."
Smack! Crack! Thwack! Smack! Four stinging times, her aunt's bony right hand descended on Marva's lovely naked ass, two to the right cheek, two to the left, each of the four spanks angrily reddening the plump summits of that delightfully mature virgin bottom.
This time, both of Marva's pretty legs ticked up and waved wildly in the air, and for an exquisite moment, her aunt's eyes were able to fix on the girl's naked loins and see the dark-brown curls of pussy-hair which framed the adorable pink slit of her niece's virgin cunthole. "Oww-weeeee! Oh don't, Aunt Edna, oh gosh, oh let up, oh give me a minute, oh please, it hurts so!" the culprit wailed.
But now, as if in righteous indignation, Edna pulled her niece closer to her with her left arm, and then began to spank quickly and harshly, her palm smacking noisily all over the weaving, jerking, lunging and twisting naked bottom of the pretty teenager. Her eyes glinting and narrowed, her lips set in a thin, merciless line, Edna now sought to taste the perverse sensual joys of subjugating this lovely young girl, of drinking in her frantic gyrations and her cries and tears and pleas.
Her hand rose and fell for fully three minutes without stopping, and Marva gave up all attempts at stoicism. Her legs kicking the air, till one of her loafers flew off and thudded against the wall near the door, her face twisted back, her hands lifting from the rung of the chair and plunged into fists of anguished suffering, she supplicated for mercy: "Ahhrrr-oh don't-oh it hurts so-oh please, not in the same place all the time, please, Aunt E d n aOwwwwuuuuu-ahrrrrrr-oh I'll be good, I'll be so good! Awww-rrrrrouuuuu!! Oh please let up, oh just give me a minute, oh you're killing me, Aunt Edna, I can't stand it, oh my poor bottom-owwww-eeeowwww! Oh please stop, I'll be good, I won't ever do it again, honest I won't ever, only stop, stop!"
Finally, as the hail of stinging, fiery spanks continued without abatement and, indeed, with apparently increasing force, the pretty brown-haired culprit committed the blunder which her aunt had hoped for. As a new spank landed over the crease of the now flaming ass-cheeks, pinching the inner edges of the quivering globes together, Marva wailed and rushed her hands back in a futile and pathetic attempt to cover up.
"What did I tell you about that before, young lady!" Edna scolded. "Just for that, you're going to get an extra dose. Now give me your hands. I said, give me your hands, young lady! That's it. Now we'll see if you'll try to get away or cover up again!"
Sobbing as if her heart would break, Marva had grudgingly put her wrists together at the small of her back, and Edna now gripped them with her left hand. At the same time, she swung her right leg out from under the squirming thighs of the victim, and clamped it tightly around Marva's sinuous bare calves.
Then, exhaling a breath of sensual gloating, she resumed the spanking. With deliberately slower and harsher spanks, raising her hand up high, hovering it a moment, and then bringing it down with full impact, she made Marva's bare reddening ass jump and bound, flatten and contract, yawn and squirm and jerk uncontrollably as the girl, casting aside all bravery now, sobbed, screamed, and pleaded hysterically, her congested face constantly turning back to the flushed and severe visage of her relentless executioner.
At last, breathing hard, her high-set orange-like breasts swelling voluminously, Edna stopped, keeping her palm pressed against the last place it had spanked, and surveyed her cruel handiwork.
Marva's once olive-sheened behind was every bit a violent, flaming red. The cheeks twitched, gaped and clenched, as interminable spasms had their way with the luscious virginal bottom ovals.
Marva lay sobbing as if her heart would break, her legs constantly crossing and uncrossing, her wrists convulsively jerking against her aunt's grip.
"Now, do you know why you're being spanked, young lady?" Edna demanded in a harsh, trembling voice which betrayed her own sadistic emotions.
"Ohhh-ahhhh-oh-oh golly, don't, not anymore, I'll be good-it's because-because I talked to that fellow-I didn't mean any harm, honest I didn't, oh please let me off now, I just can't stand anymore, honest I can't, Aunt Edna!" Marva feverishly sobbed.
"I'm afraid, young lady, you are going to have to learn this lesson once and for all, so that it will sink in. When I think of the awful danger you exposed yourself to by even talking to that vicious young hoodlum, I'm almost sick with worry. Now then, get up and get me the hairbrush. It's lying there on the dresser. And while you're at it, you might as well take your panties off entirely."
"Oh noooo!! Oh not the hairbrush, not now, oh my gosh, Aunt Edna, I'll die, I know I'll die, oh please no more, oh you've spanked me so hard already, I can't take the hairbrush, honest I can't!" Her niece pleaded amid broken sobs and convulsive shudders as once again her face turned back to implore mercy.
"Perhaps you would rather have your uncle talk to you this evening, then?" the gray-haired woman sarcastically declared.
"Then go get the hairbrush the way I told you to, and take those panties off this minute!" Edna lifted her right hand and applied another stinging smack to the base of her niece's right bottom-cheek.
"Owwwuuu, I'll do it, oh please no more, I'll do it!" Marva squealed and awkwardly, sobbing as if her heart would break, managed to rise from her aunt's lap. Edna steadied the girl by grasping her waist with both hands and righting her. Then, tears running down her cheeks, her head bowed, Marva painfully hobbled over to the dresser and gingerly picked up the old-fashioned black wooden hairbrush, its flat back shaped in oval form to match the contours of her already violently reddened hindquarters.
Then, remembering her aunt's command, she wincingly stooped and tugged her white panties down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Then, picking up the hairbrush, she came slowly back in front of her aunt and to the latter's right and handed her the hairbrush, a ritual which made her burst into fresh tears of anguished despair.
"Very well, Marva, pull your skirt and petticoat up again as high as you can and get back over my lap this minute!" was the order.
"Ohhh-pi-please, not t-t-too h-hard, aunt Edna, please!" her niece pathetically sobbed as she pulled up her clothes and once again, trembling violently in her despairing anguish, lowered herself over Edna's lap.
Posing the hairbrush on the small of the girls back, her aunt once again tucked up the skirt and petticoat almost to Marva's armpits. Then once again she slid her right leg out from under the trembling body of the victim, clamped it securely over Marva's calves, and then commanded, "put your hands back now, I'm not going to give you another chance to cover up!"
"Oh please don't, I'll be good, please don't spank too hard, please!" Marva implored as she obeyed.
Her aunt grasped the slim young wrists with her left hand, stared down at the girl's fiery-hued naked ass, then lifted the hairbrush and brought it down with an angry, Thwackkkk!
"Eeeeyowwwwouuu! Ahhrrr! Ow, it hurts so, oh you're killing me, oh I won't ever do it again, only stop, oh please don't use the hairbrush, please? Marva cried out stridently, her bottom jerking up and to this side and then that before she again flattened herself over her aunt's lap. Her wrists jerked frantically at her aunt's grip, but in vain.
"Count twenty-five, young lady! And I want to hear every one loud and clear, or else you'll get extras!" was the cruel sentence. The hairbrush landed just after it, on the lower left buttock, and Marva screamed out, "Owwwahhrrr, one, oh one, oh please let me off, not so many, please, Aunt Edna!"
But the dominatrix was heartless to this pitiful supplication. At intervals of about ten seconds between spanks, she raised the black wooden hairbrush and descended it against the quaking, inflamed oval cheeks of her niece's burning ass. The angry red grew darker, and here and there, there were livid splotches where repeated blows of hand and hairbrush had made impact with the tender flesh. Marva screamed and pleaded, sometimes losing the count when she was seized by a flurry of convulsive sobs. It was not actually until thirty-three spanks later that the "official" punishment was concluded with her screaming out "Awwrrrowwwouuu, twenty-five, oh it's over, oh it's over, oh I'm dying, Aunt Edna, I'll never do it again, oh golly, ohhhh, it's over now!"
'There," her aunt said in a trembling, hoarse voice which once again showed her furious sexually excitement. "Maybe you won't be quite so free to flirt with those young hoodlums the next time. Now get up, young lady, put your clothes in order, and then you may go to your room and wait there until it's suppertime. I'm going to tell your uncle what a naughty girl you were, so you'd better behave or he might take it into his head to give you an extra dose."
"Oh no, oh I'd die, oh not anymore, please don't tell him, I'll do anything you want, only please don't tell!" Marva wailed as she painfully stood up, her hands at once plunging to her discolored bottom, trying to rub away the furious heat which this double spanking had engendered.
Her clothes remained fucked up above her waist, and thus she exposed herself from the belly down to the ankles, deliciously naked and provocative, the thick bush of her virgin cunt hair turned towards her aunt's glistening eyes.
But not even she, and still less her aunt, could have foreseen that this punishment was not to keep her as a victim from the marauding cruelties of the Leather Tanners!
CHAPTER II
About twelve miles east of Highway 101, in a deep ravine hidden by heavy buffalo grass and young saplings, there was an abandoned wooden shack, once the property of a small truck-farmer who had long since gone to San Francisco and got himself a job in a factory. Now it was the hideout of a notorious leather-jacketed gang who called themselves "The Leather Lashers." This was a group of about fourteen young males, between the ages of sixteen and twenty-two, headed by Ed Dalton, a heavily set, towheaded, scowling moron of twenty, who had made himself the head of the gang by the sheer dint of being able to beat up any other rival, by having more spending money that the rest of the gang (his parents having died when he was ten, a considerable inheritance had been left to him and was not being supervised by his elderly aunt, who little suspected his activities), and the fact that his very animal magnetism sufficed to draw "groupies" and "make love, not war" camp followers with an easy access to the sex-minded male members of this secret club.
All of them had motorbikes, but "Big Ed" (as he was admiringly called by his cronies because he was six feet tall and already weighed two hundred pounds) had the prize of all, a Harley-Davidson with every known piece of equipment on it, capable of burning up the road at ninety miles an hour if desired. "Big Ed" had already lost a couple of Highway Patrol cars who were after him when neighbors had phoned in an alarm about his marauding, breaking and entering wealthy homes near San Ysidro and other little towns just beyond San Diego to the north.
He had not yet been arrested, and nothing this far could have been proved against him if he had been. Otherwise, he would assuredly have been in San Quentin for at least a dozen rapes, numerous strong-armed robberies and thefts, and assaults with a deadly weapon. He had broken the jaw of a bartender in Cuyatoga who had refused to serve him because he wasn't twenty-one. He had come into the saloon holding a two-by-four and simply clubbed the elderly gray-haired bartender upon the latter's refusal. Then he had leaped over the bar with amazing agility for a youth of his size and heft, grabbed two bottles of whisky, and a moment later was speeding down the streets out towards the highway with his booty.
Last month, he had espied a handsome, buxom bleached-blonde waitress, Marge Drummand, twenty-nine and a divorcee working in a "greasy spoon" in Ventura, some seventy miles north of Los Angeles, had walked in and ordered pie and coffee, and then propositioned her. Marge Drummand had been married to an ineffectual, rather fragile man in his forties, at the age of sixteen, hoping to escape the brutal beatings of a lecherous stepfather who had designs on her pussy because her mother had just died and he expected her to take her mother's place. Her husband had been just the reverse, hardly able to give Marge all the screwing her robust and warm-blooded body needed. Four years later, they had agreed on an amicable divorce, and Marge had gone to Los Angeles to work in an insurance company run by a distant cousin of her mother's. The cousin had turned out to be as lecherous as the stepfather, and in order to hold her job, Marge had had to give him pussy. This went on for about three years, and she broke it off in despair when he brought some of his friends over and intimated to her that the golden era was over and that she would have to earn her keep on her back whenever he wanted her to service his friends and business associates.
For a couple of years she had worked as a waitress in various restaurants, but her cynical manner and her wisecracking attitude got her in trouble with many customers, especially in better restaurants where she had first begun to work. She finally went the route, progressing from the second-class restaurants along the Sunset Strip to the hash joints of West Los Angeles and finally out to a roadside stand just on the outskirts of Ventura. Along the way, she had learned how to sell her pussy when she needed a couple of extra dollars, but what few men knew about her was that she responded most to domination and virility.
"Big Ed" must have sensed, moron though he was, what Marge Drummond needed. When he propositioned her, he muttered to her, "you better be outside to keep our date, baby, or I'll whip the shit out of that big ass of yours!"
Marge had shivered, closed her eyes and then in a husky low voice responded, "I'll be there, handsome. Just you be there too with what you've got and we'll get along fine."
They had gone to a motel, and there Marge had got the fucking of her life. He had started by ripping her clothes off and clouting her on the cheek till she fell back on the bed with a cry of fear. But when she saw his massive prong emerge from the open fly of his corduroy trousers, and when she felt it pierce her long-denied cunt, she wakened as a woman who had not really had a man in all these long dry years. And even "Big Ed" was pleasantly surprised at the frenzied cooperation the bleached-blonde waitress gave him.
He went back for seconds and then thirds, and by midnight, Marge lay sprawled, happily exhausted, her hand cuddling his limp cock and breathing, "Oh my, what a man you are, lover! I'd just love to shack up with you on a permanent basis. But I suppose you've got a string of girls already."
However, her domineering lover had not yet organized the gang, but was planning it. The thought of having Marge as his "Mama" appealed to him, "Look, sugar," he said roughly. "No strings attached, see? If you wanna come along, we'll have lots of fun and raise some hell. I don't promise nuttin', see?" And Marge had taken him on those terms.
A month later, he had started his group with four other young men, and by now it had grown to its present size. By now also, there were at least six females who called themselves, "Mamas" and followed their leather-jacketed lovers, riding behind them on the motorbikes down the highways, their eyes shining, their titties heaving with excitement at the wild forays which spread so much terror and devastation along the little towns just off Highway 101. The challenge of beating law and authority, raping attractive, helpless women, robbing elderly men, breaking into houses and making off with jewelry, furs, portable color TV sets and the like, excited them, as did the uninhibited sexual orgies which 'The Leather Lashers" always used by way of celebration of a particularly successful raid.
The shack was big enough to house this gang, for it had originally been a two-bedroom affair, but by now the places where the kitchen and pantry had been had crumbled into ruin. But the toughs had boarded it up, made numerous repairs, and it was an ideal hiding place because it could not be seen either from the highway far beyond or from any of the dirt roads nearby. Also, there were no farms or inhabitants within a radius of four miles in any direction. Nor would the original owner of the shack have recognized it by now, either. It was outfitted with luxurious Oriental rugs, two TV sets run from the power of electric generators (these also had been stolen by "the Leather Lashers" from a machinery shop about a month ago), even fine silverware for their meals, which comprised mainly hamburgers and soft drinks, chili and beans. There were even a couple of cots, mattresses and blankets, and a few comfortable chairs, all part of the loot which this gang had made off with since "Big Ed" had taken command.
On this warm, late June evening, three of the young toughs of the gang were there in the shack and with them two pretty young "Mamas." One of the young males was Buck Williams, seventeen, and the very one who had cost Marva a sound spanking from her aunt this same afternoon.
Buck Williams lived with his uncle on the outskirts of San Diego. His uncle was nearly sixty, ailing and doted on the boy as his only living relative. Buck's parents hadn't left him too much money when they died two years ago, but the youth was sure that Uncle Dan would more than double the ante when he kicked the bucket. Meanwhile, so long as he put in a token appearance at school and didn't cause too much hell so that the cops would come around and tell Uncle Dan, he knew perfectly well he could lead the life of Riley and he did. He had met "Big Ed" four months ago, and since he already owned a Honda, it was easy for him to become one of the "charter members" of "The Leather Lashers." Every male member was required to give proof of his virility upon initiation. This would be done by forcing him to have sex right on the floor of the shack in front of all the eyes of his peers with a girl who'd be chosen at random by "Big Ed" who officiated in his capacity as head of the gang. As a matter-of-fact, Marge had served to initiate young Buck Williams, and when she had looked pleadingly at her moronic, powerful lover to beg off, he had come over and cuffed her across the face and told her, "Take off your clothes and get ready to fuck, bitch, or we'll pull a train on you and beat the shit out of you and leave you out here for the buzzards."
So Marge had shiveringly obeyed and found young Buck's stamina and staying power exceptionally satisfying . . . so much so, that after the initiation, her "old man" gave her a thorough thrashing with his strap and told her that she didn't have to have shown such enthusiastic cooperation when Buck was fucking her. He had then proceeded to bugger her, something new for Marge, but when his finger prodded her clitoris, she was drawn to furious appeasement and quite forgave him this brutality.
Buck was naked now except for his corduroy trousers, and Jennie Phelps, a slim, hoydenish black-haired girl of sixteen, was knelling over him and playfully tweaking imaginary hairs from his bare chest. She wore blue jeans and a thin sleeveless blouse and was barefooted.
She wore neither panties nor bra under these garments, and she had lost her cherry when she was fourteen to her own first cousin, thereafter getting such an appetite for cock that she soon became a "camp follower" to this ruthless young gang of predatory males. She had attached herself to Buck because he had wavy brown hair, pleasant features, didn't beat up on the girls too much, and seemed to be a pretty nice guy by comparison. He was shrewd enough to know that violence might get him into trouble with the law and there were times when he guardedly told "Big Ed" that it might be wise to lie low and not pull so many raids because by now the Highway Patrol was well advised as to the gang's existence. "Big Ed" had called him chicken and told him if he didn't like it, he could drop out any time.
Over on another cot, Ken Torrance, a towheaded, gangling youth of eighteen, who owned an expensive 'Topper" motorbike, was sprawled in just his shorts, and storm-trooper jackboots. Elsie Ainsley was lying atop him, naked except for her blouse and bobby socks, tantalizing him by rubbing her surprisingly thick-furred pussy against his stiff young ramrod. Elsie was seventeen, had straw-colored hair which fell in a thick cascade nearly to the small of her back, had a mournful and wistful face, heightened by high-set cheekbones, sullen mouth and dark-blue eyes, and a slight case of acne. Nevertheless, she was known as the best Trencher" in the entire gang, and she was insatiable for cock in every orifice of her body, including her bum hole and even between her titties and her bellybutton. Whenever there was a "train" to be pulled, Elsie would always volunteer. She lived at home with an elderly grandmother, her parents having separated years ago and her grandfather having died just last Christmas. Elsie also knew that there was money in the bank for her future and that her grandmother would leave more when she died, which wouldn't be too far off from now. So she too could give vent to all her immature emotions without fear of detection.
Finally her hunger for fucking overcame her desire to tease, and finally inserted the youth's cock inside her pussy and sank down, groaning with joy as she felt him pierce her to the very hilt. Clamping his booted legs over hers, his hands cupping her big round titties, he let her do all the work.
The other youth was Jack Danvers, nineteen, with dark-brown crew cut and sturdy build, a high school dropout and a wealthy young parasite who was another instance of parental breakdown, too much money and permissiveness. His parents were technically separated though still married. But his father had at least one regular mistress in San Francisco and fucked his secretary whenever he traveled which was often, while his mother was in between the throes of a lesbian affair with one of her husband's own former girlfriends and a passionate fucking partnership with a handsome young Italian grocery clerk in town. The result was that Jack was left to his own devices, and he too was careful enough to put in an appearance in school to keep up his grades so the truant officer wouldn't come looking. What he did on weekends like now, was his own business. He watched the antics of the two couples on the other cots, and then swung his feet to the floor and stood up and yawned, scratching his head. "Shit," he grumbled, "Where are all the rest of the bitches? Here I am horny as hell and there's no pussy around."
'You're breaking my heart," Ken sneered as he gripped hold of Elsie's sinewy and rather lean bottom globes, which contrasted with her big bubbies, and began to arch himself up to meet her squirming wriggles. "Wait till Elsie's hauled my rocks, she'll take care of yours, won't you, bitch?"
"Oh yeah, man," the nymphomaniacal teenager breathed, closing her eyes and shivering. "But not now, I'm too close, oh lover, screw me good, pinch my ass and slap it, that'll hurry me along!"
Buck sniggered from his cot. "Hey, if it's pussy you want, what we ought to do is go find ourselves a couple of cherries, bring them here and pop them on celebration night. Hey, man, did I ever see a stacked chick this afternoon!"
"Where, old buddy?" Jack wanted to know, moving over to the cot and watching with interest as Jennie Phelps now bowed her head and began to French her young lover. "Oh, Jeez, Jennie cut it out, you're driving me nuts!"
'That's too bad," Jennie looked up impishly and stuck her tongue out at him, "I know you just love it, but I don't go for you, and I'm Buck's mama until somebody says otherwise."
That indeed was the law of this ruthless gang of young toughies. On occasion, it was true, the leader "Big Ed" could command some of the "groupies" to perform at his behest, but generally the relationship between a girl and her guy was respected. Marge had won the dubious honor of "Queen Mama," and no youth could dare to make any approach to her without "Big Ed" first allowing it-which of course he did purely out of his own sadistic viciousness to watch this mature woman humble herself and lie naked on the floor to be fucked by a younger man or perhaps and French the youth wile he stood by commenting lewdly on her abilities and potential fucking talents. But since she was a masochist, she doted on this kind of demeaning treatment.
"Tell me about this chick," Jack said, ignoring Jennie's taunting remark.
"Well, man, like she was really built, that's all! Oh she's cherry, you can tell by the look. Brown hair, a sexy face, nice dark skin-not too dark, though-and boy, what an ass and tits on her! I was just passing the time of day with the little bitch, pretending I wanted to know how to get to San Diego. Boy, did she fall for it! I'll betcha if I'd tried, she'd gotten on my motorbike with me and come along here for the ride."
"Why the fuck didn't you bring her then, anyhow?" Jack disconsolately grumbled, rubbing his crotch where his stiffening young cock threatened to burst through his fly, the result of watching Elsie and Jennie in action with his cronies.
"Look, I know where the little bitch lives, we can always pick her up some time," Buck lazily responded. "Come on, Jennie, work me off, I've got a load for you, baby!"
And thus, unknowingly, lovely young Marva Dayton who had suffered an ignominious bare-bottom spanking from her aunt for the "crime" of having spoken to a leather-jacketed young touch, was to pay an even dearer price for having caught that same young marauder's imagine.
CHAPTER III
It was June and the last week of school, exactly ten days after Marva had been spanked by her Aunt Edna for having stopped to talk to Buck Williams, the precociously virile member of 'The Leather Lashers." It was the last class of the afternoon, and Marva was glancing eagerly outside the classroom window, because it was a beautiful sunny day and she could hardly wait to get out. Just two more days, and then school would be over until September!
At last the bell rang, and she rose, gathered up her books and smiled at the girl who sat to her right, her very best friend in school, Jane Palmer. "Want to stay around and watch the guys play baseball, Janie?" she asked.
"No, I cant, Mom wants me right home to do an errand. Dad's had to go out of town and so I'm stuck with the shopping for this weekend, looks like," Jane Palmer sighed.
She was six months older than Marva, but in the eleventh grade as Marva was because, some years ago, she'd come down with a virus that it made her miss about four months of school. She lived a block away from Marva, and she had a seventeen-year-old brother who would graduate as valedictorian this week and in the same school. He was a track star and vice-president of the student body. Jane herself was a particularly attractive girl; and even the large black horn-rimmed glasses, which she wore because she was farsighted and needed for close-up reading, made her pretty over-shaped face that much more piquant. Her hair was black, and she wore it in a long braid which, a generation ago, would probably have been called a pigtail. Her eyes were gray-green, her nose daintily uptilted with very wide and thin wings, and she had a small but very ripe mouth and high-set cheekbones. Her skin was milky, and her figure really exceptional. She was about half an inch taller than Marva, and had a really exciting figure, which the boys in school had already noticed. To be sure, her parents had forbidden her to think of dating until she was at least seventeen, but Jane Palmer had a mind of her own and was already extremely curious about the opposite sex. Once or twice, Marva knew, Jane had almost got into trouble because she had stayed after school to flirt with Buddy Hanson, a sturdy towheaded sixteen-year-old boy who played on the football team and who was already the center of coed attention on this campus.
Jane had pear shaped titties, set closely together and perched quite high on her lovely chest. Her waist was slim, her hips svelte and quite excitingly sensual, with over-shaped, broadly ample bottom globes, long shapely thighs and sleek, agilely muscled calves. Marva knew perfectly well that Jane had already found out what kissing and mild petting were, because Jane had told her so, Buddy had kissed her in the basement just last week, and he had even gone so far as to put his hand on one of her titties and tell her that she was really stacked. Marva envied her friend, because Jane had escaped a really hard licking when she had lost her mother's purse last year and it had contained over a hundred dollars in cash. They had just scolded her and told her to be more careful. Marva knew perfectly well if she had done something like that, Aunt Edna would probably have lambasted her poor bottom until she couldn't sit down for a month!
"Well, anyway, Jane, you can walk me partway back home. I wanted to ask you about-well, you know. Boys." Marva felt herself blushing as she brought out that forbidden word. Forbidden, to be sure, so far as her strict Aunt Edna was concerned, that was for certain.
"Oh gosh, there wouldn't be time to tell you everything about boys in that short a walk," Jane giggled. "Anyway, I guess I can walk a couple of blocks, down to Mason Street anyhow. Now what did you want to know about ? "
"I know you go out with that big blond football star, and I don't see how you get away with it," Marva enviously declared as the two attractive teenagers left the school yard and started walking down the street. "My aunt would skin me alive if she ever caught me out with one. Why, do you know, some fellow on a motorbike came up and asked me how to get to San Diego, and just because somebody saw and called my aunt, I got a terrific licking."
"You poor kid!" Jane sympathized. "And you didn't even smooch with him, either. That's a darn shame. Well, I have to be awful careful, because my folks are sort of strict anyway, but a girl can manage to be with a guy if she's really hot for him. Of course, I haven't gone all the way, and I probably won't, till I get married. But it's sure fun just thinking about it."
"What-what do you and your fellow do?" Marva stammered very self-consciously.
"That would be telling," Jane giggled again. Then she looked around and, making sure that no one was too close to overhear them, added, "Well, he just loves to feel my boobies. And sometimes I let him French kiss me, if he's been awful nice."
"What's that?"
"Oh my, you really are a square, aren't you, Marva? But I don't suppose you can help it, not with an aunt and uncle like you've got," the attractive black-haired nymphet remarked.
"A French kiss is when he kisses you and he puts his tongue into your mouth, and then you can put yours into his, if you want. It's awful exciting that way!" she then shyly explained.
"Oh my gosh!" Marva breathed, scandalized. "You mean you and he did that already?"
"Oh sure, lots of times. like I said, he just loves to feel my boobies up, and he's put his hands under my skirt lots of times. Of course
I slap him for that, because that's not nice, that's fresh. Just between us two, Marva honey, it just sends me when I feel his finger poking into my little pussy."
"Ohhhh!" Marva's face was a vivid crimson now as she glanced enviously at her best friend.
Down the street there came the sputtering roar of a high-powered motorbike, and the two girls looked quickly towards the source of that noise. A leather-jacketed youth on a Honda came riding by, then slowed down as he neared where the girls were standing in opened mouthed admiration.
"Hey, chickie, remember me?" he made a quick gesture with his hand to his forehead as he pointed to Marva.
She gasped, "Oh yes-I sure do! You were the one who asked me how to get to San Diego."
'That's right-say, kid, you've got a great memory," Buck Williams grinned. "Who's your friend there?"
Jane Palmer was watching the youth, and, boy-conscious that she was, had already taken in his stalwart build, the tight fit of his corduroy trousers, and his wavy brown hair. He was quite a hunk of man, she was telling herself.
"So you remembered me, chickie?" Buck repeated. 'That's real nice, honey. I didn't forget you either. Come on, give me an intro to that cute black-haired piece you're with."
'This is my best friend Jane Palmer. My name is Marva Dayton," the attractive teenager blushingly vouchsafed. Then, remembering, she gasped, "But I oughtn't to be talking to you! I did it before, and one of the neighbors saw us and phoned my aunt, and-well, I got punished good, too!"
With the cattiness of a typical adolescent girl, Jane Palmer volunteered, "yeah, she got spanked by her aunt and with the hairbrush too."
"Darn you anyhow, Jane Palmer!" Marva exclaimed, her face a furious scarlet now, "did you have to go and tell him that?"
"Well now," Buck grinned, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the flap pocket in his leather jacket, lighting it, taking a deep puff and then sending out a wreath of blue smoke, "that's too bad, honey. I hafta see if I can't make up for that some way soon. Can I ride you anywhere ? "
"Oh my goodness no!" Marva gasped, scandalized even more now. "I'd really catch it if my aunt even found out I was talking to you again. I-I think we better keep walking, Jane."
"Suit yourself," Buck shrugged. "I'll see you again some day. And one of these days, chickie, you and me is gonna step out on the town." With that, he revved up his motorbike and disappeared down the street headed towards the south.
"Well, I never!" Jane looked at her best friend with a new light of respect in her eyes. "You didn't tell me he was that good-looking. Boy, he really is dreamy!"
"Maybe, but I still better get home. I just hope none of our nosey neighbors saw that just now, or I'll get myself tanned till it hurts. I don't want anymore of Aunt Edna's spankings, I can tell you that, Jane. Anyway, what were we talking about? Oh yes, boys. Is that-is that all you do with him? You know, what you said about the way he feels you up and-and-puts his tongue in your mouth when he kisses you. Gosh, aren't you taking an awful risk he might want to get so excited he would try to-you know, go all the way?"
"Oh no, he's too smart for that. If he got me into trouble, he'd get kicked out of school, and he wouldn't want to be off the football team. Anyway, if it came to that," Jane winked, "he knows what to do about not having babies. He told me. He uses a safe. And maybe, just maybe, if my folks go away and I get a chance to stay here by myself a little, I'm going to have him over to our house and I'm going to find out what it's all about. Want me to find a nice guy for you too, Marva?"
"Don't you dare talk like that!" the lovely young dark brown-haired teenager gasped, her eyes widening with anxiety. "I don't know when Aunt Edna will let me date with a fellow, but it's sure not now. Well, I'd better go now, I guess. See you tomorrow. Isn't it great school's going to be out Friday?"
"Oh boy, I can hardly wait. And maybe next week Dad and Mom will go out of town for a couple of days, maybe to Stockton, they've been talking about visiting some relatives there. And maybe, just maybe, they won't want to take me along and then, boy, can I ever have fun!" Jane sighed her ardent anticipation. She patted Marva on the shoulder, then waved goodbye, and hurried down the intersection at Mason Street. Marva looked after her almost wistfully.
CHAPTER IV
Jane Palmer got her wish indeed, but, like the famous horror story of "The Monkey's Paw," she lived to wish that she had never got her wish. Her parents, the very first week school was out, took that long-deferred trip to Stockton to visit her mother's cousins, leaving Jane by herself. Her father, a stern-faced, angular man in his late forties, read her the riot act and told old Mrs. Dougall who lived next door to keep an eye on Jane and make sure no boys came over to the house.
"You call me long distance, Mrs. Dougall, if you see anything going on at our house that isn't just right," he said in front of his squirming and blushing daughter. "And you, young lady, if I get one bad report from Mrs. Dougall, I'll take you out to the woodshed and bend you over a barrel and decorate your rear end with enough stripes so you won't ever want to wear a dress with them on to remind you, just you remember that."
His grim humor didn't make Jane laugh, however, because she knew better than that. Only about six months before she got a severe tanning from him just because she made some remark that she thought very witty, and it had insulted her mother. Before she could even beg off, he had seized her by the earlobe, marched her out to the woodshed-yes, of all things in this day and age, the Palmer house boasted a woodshed in the back yard!-and there bent her over the barrel, pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down and given her twenty-five good licks with a thin, flexible wooden lath, till she'd blubbered like a baby.
On Monday, the first day of school vacation, old, gossipy Mrs. Dougall noticed that Marva had come over to visit Jane. She knew Marva, and considered her a polite, nice girl. So far she wouldn't have anything to report to Jane's parents, the old woman thought to herself as she made her way back to the kitchen, after having peered through the window and drawn the curtain, one of her favorite attitudes on every day of her late declining years! It was really a shame, she thought. She personally thought that young people these days were uppity and plain disobedient, and a good licking from time to time, at least once a week, would do them a world of good. Yes, Mrs. Dougall thought, before Jane Palmer's parents got back, she would have something really juicy to report, something that would make them take that pretty girl out to the woodshed and pull down her panties and spank her good on her bare sit-me-down. The fact was that old Mrs. Dougall had once seen that very happening, when Jane's father had been so irritate that he hadn't bothered to notice that the woodshed door hadn't properly closed and that old Mrs. Dougall was out in her kitchen with a pair of high-powered binoculars pressed hard against her rheumy eyes, her lips mumbling, her body quivering with excitement as she watched Jane's squirming bottom under the smacking of the wooden stick.
On this same Monday afternoon, about four-thirty, "The Leather Lashers" were holding a special meeting in the shack east of Highway 101. Of the fourteen tough juveniles who were members of this leather-jacketed gang, only about seven were present, but the culprit about to be brought before their tribunal was hardly comforted by the fact that the other seven were missing on various errands or pleasures of their own.
She was Elaine Sandby, seventeen, with carroty-red hair in little spit curls all along the top of her forehead and a thick single braid falling just below her shoulder blades. She was a high school dropout, and for the past three months she had been reported missing by her ailing grandmother and her aunt, the only two persons left in the world to care for her after her mother and father had been killed in an automobile accident by a drunken college student on the wrong side of the road some four years ago. The family had been respectable, with a moderate income, and there was money enough left to provide for Elaine's education and even a sizable dowry when the time came for her to get married. They lived in LaMesa, ironically not far from where the Day tons lived. Elaine had come out of high school one afternoon about the middle of March and, sauntering homeward in her leisurely way and making certain the boys were ogling her as she walked with her books and notebook held snugly against one ripe, round tittie, had espied a leather-jacketed youth on a Honda cruising slowly down the boulevard and eyeing her with visible admiration written all over his lean, tanned, ruggedly virile face. A few minutes later, once well out of range of the schoolyard where snooping parents or fellow students might observe this and report to her aunt or her grandmother, Elaine and Davy Burg were talking animatedly.
For Elaine, it was like being courted. She had already discovered the secret joys of frigging and she had had several puppy love crushes on a number of the school's more notable young males, particularly the school's football tackle who owned his own Thunderbird and a large allowance which made him a big spender with any girl who took his imagine. It was because of him that Elaine was a virgin until she met Davy Burg, but she was all too eager to dispense with her virginity, a purely outward scruple and token protest, and give her pussy what she really needed. Her aunt and grandmother had had very little control over her since her parents' death, but they were too timid and idealistic to take matters into their own hands and give Elaine a stinging bare bottom spanking to snap her out of her adolescent daydream about boys and fucking.
So, capriciously, after about half an hour, Elaine giggled, nodded, and mounted on the back of Davy's Honda, her arms laced around his waist, her dimpled chin on his shoulder, her eyes sparkling with delight as he steered out of LaMesa and headed toward the gang's well hidden rendezvous and headquarters.
That night, Elaine was treated more roughly than she had expected, but the masculine attention forced upon her was, far from being odious or abhorrent, indescribably thrilling to the oversexed young redhead. Davy had introduced her to the rest of the gang as his "mama" but of course the rule was that all new "bimbos," which was the term given by the gang to female recruits, had to be initiated to show from the very outset their willingness to accept the domination of their male overlords. Elaine was therefore a little taken aback when she was ordered to strip down to her bobby-socks and loafers, lie down on the wooden floor of the shack and accept three males, one after the other, because she was exceptionally attractive and also innately passionate, after the first fucking which took her cherry, and which made her cry a little, she adapted herself enthusiastically. The other girls insisted she go through the mill, but the head of the Leather Lashers allowed them little fun with Elaine, in view of her cooperation and willing spirit.
Nonetheless, she did have to crawl on all fours through a rank of about ten girls (only six of whom were definitely ranked as "mamas" and stayed permanently with their male partners) and was vigorously belted and spanked.
However, this punishment "turned her on," so that Davy found her at the conclusion of the initiation so lustfully eager to fuck that even he, virile though he was, had a hard time satisfying her panting, clawing embraces.
But this afternoon, Elaine Sandby had fallen out of favor with Davy. He had caught her cuddling up to one of the other members, who already had his "mama." As was his right, he demanded a showdown before the tribunal, and that was what was taking place here and now.
Only three of the girls were on hand, they being Jennie Phelps, Elsie Ainsley-the gang's best oral-sex high-priestess-and of course mature Marge Drummond who, at twenty-nine had begun a new life with "Big Ed" Dalton. The moronic and sadistic leader of the Leather Lashers had grudgingly to admit that although he could have his pick of young pussy wherever and whenever he wanted it, Marge could still fuck with the best of them.
Elaine was plainly scared as she stood in front of the couch where the leather-jacketed toughs sprawled, all seven of them smirking at her and greedily looking her up and down. She still wore bobby socks, loafers, blue jeans and a tattered, dirty white house which had once been pure silk and expensive, but now looked like a rag. She was about five feet six inches in height, and her bubbies threatened to burst out of the blouse at any moment. They were big and round, closely spaced, with the nipples clearly outlined by the cling of the blouse and the skimpy white nylon bra beneath it. Her bottom, by contrast, was almost boyish. Two resilient ovals with a very sinuous narrow crease between them, and her long, slim, nervously muscled thighs and high-set calves made her exceptionally provocative. Her skin had that pale milky tint with rosy flecks so typical of a redhead, and her face was freckled. Her dark-blue eyes were blurred with tears now and her small but extremely ripe mouth was trembling as she waited to hear the charges brought against her, and then the verdict of her peers.
The tribunal was exactly that: three of the top men of the gang, "Bid Ed" himself as titular head; Buck, the very one whose talking to Marva had caused the pretty teenager to be humiliated and spanked by her aunt; and Ken, whose girlfriend, Elsie, was also present. The aggrieved Leather Lasher, Davy, stood at Elaine's right, since he was her accuser.
"All right now, let's get with the case," Big Ed growled. "Davy, you say this bitch was pussy rubbing up against Hank Morriston, when she knows he's already got Ruth Summers as his mama?"
"That's right, Big Ed," Davy said, glancing around at the others with a leer on his swarthy face. Long hours of riding his motorbike in the hot California sun, hours at the beach in the sun, had made him look like a Chicano, though his forbearers were stolid Bavarians from the wheat fields of Germany, long before the mad painter of Munich decided to change the face of the globe to his own image and-likeness.
"I seen this bitch myself. She practically had her blouse open so her tits stuck out, and she was rubbin' herself Ike a cat up against Hank. Course, he didn't pay her no mind, cause he don't like her type, and anyhow, he knows she's my bitch. 'Sides which, his mama was right there takin' it all in. I don't know what got into Laney, but she just asked for trouble. Anyhow, she's been grippin' about a lotta things. Such as, she don't like this crummy place, she says, and she tinks we ought to cut out the rough stuff and pullin' trains and all that sort of hog-wash. Bullshit to that, that's what I say! Hell, what's the fun of bein' a motorbikist if you can't go down on a broad and watch her figure how many more she's gotta take before she's done fuckin'? "
The three youths at the table grinned understandingly. Davy had more than proved his mettle by beating up a white-haired grocery store owner in Encino, robbing the till of sixty dollars and generously giving it to "Big Ed" to buy a new accessory for his motorbike-a tactical coup which had put him in high favor with the gang leader.
"All right, bitch," Ed growled, "Whatcha gotta say to Davy's spiel? Didja wanna fuck Hank or not?"
"Sure I did! Can't a girl pick the guy she wants to fuck her?" Elaine was, in spite of her inward terror, straightening her shoulders to face the sadistic and moronic gang leader defiantly. "I came along with Davy cause I wanted to. Can't a girl change her mind? Hell, Big Ed, you screw anybody you want to and nobody tells you what you can or can't do. Why can't a broad have the same rights?"
" 'Cause she's a broad and a dumb bitch, that's why," he snarled. "You sur do need a lesson. Davy's right. All right, you guys," turning to Ken and Buck, "whadda ya sy?" Guilty as shit," Ken jeered.
"Second the motion," Buck grinned and winked at Davy, who returned the wink. It would be diversion for all of them. They hadn't "pulled a train" now in ten days and all of them were hot for pussy. Besides, she would get herself fantailed but good, and fantailing a hot broad like Laney would mean extra-hot pussy for the fucking.
"You heard it," the gang leader glowered at the now trembling redhead. "It's the sentence of this here court that you, Laney Sandby, git tied up, licked and marked so you don't never forgit whose mama you are. Then you do down for a train, a double train, bitch. Maybe you won't be so fresh when you talk to Big Ed Dal-ton next time you're up for trying to peddle that hot snatch of yours all around the joint." With this, he turned towards Jennie, Elsie, and Marge! "Peel her raw and tie her up like we said we wuz gonna do."
"No-no-don't! Look, I-I'm sorry-Davy, I'll make it up to you-it was just for fun that one time. Hell, I don't yell when you fuck another broad, do I? Please-please don't let them-I don't wanna be marked!" Elaine now totally lost her courage and began to cry, backing away, here eyes enormous, her fists clenched as if in self-defense. But the three mamas, headed by mature Marge, had seized her and, working swiftly, ripped off all her clothes until she was as naked as the day she was born.
"Wait!" the gang leader held up his hand and rose from the table. "I just changed my mind. Hey, Buck, how would you like to try out that new spiked-ball harness I picked up in San Diego at that leather-goods place, you know-the one run by that busty dyke. Hell, she acted like she was sorry to sell it, maybe because she wanted to use it on one of her own little femmes. Let's see if it will work."
"Sounds great! Let's have Marge put it on the bitch," Buck sniggered.
"Whadda ya gonna do? Oh please, whadda ya gonna do?" Elaine wailed, struggling ineffectually as Elsie and Jennie held her wrists and forced her to face the tribunal. The three youths gazed greedily at her magnificently white skinned body, the thick red-gold curls of her cunt making the skin whiter yet, the shallow, wide love-trough of her bellybutton and the pert dark coral nipples of her panting, superbly full and mature titties, which belied her teenaged youth.
"You'll see sweetie," Marge grinned crookedly. In jeans and blouse and calf-length black boots, with the legs of the jeans rolled up and tucked just inside the tops of the boots, she was a dominant butch in appearance, and Big Ed felt his prick tighten at the sight of her. He'd save some of his spunk for Marge, all right, after he'd had his innings with Laney's sizzling little twat.
Marge hurried into one of the bedrooms of this abandoned shack, opened a dresser drawer (the dresser had been stolen out of an antique shop in Redondo Beach about a month ago) and came back with a curious disciplinary device. It was used during the Middle Ages to improve the posture and the gait of recalcitrant young women. It was a leather harness which locked around the waist and then through the legs, the strap gusseting the cunt, and despite its two-and-a-half inch width, squeezing into the narrow groove between the ass-cheeks. From this gusseting strap, there dangled a short brass chain about six inches long, at the end of which was a metal ball studded with small needles. The purpose of this was that if the wearer were to take any but the shortest, most careful steps, the ball would swing and brush against her inner thighs, pricking them cruelly. It could be worn under a dress, but now, of course, Elaine would wear it bare-skinned, and thus be all the more vulnerable to its painful pricking. Moreover, it had the effect of distending her boyishly compact as-cheeks and giving her the sensation that the tender groove of the perineum was being split apart, just as if a male prick were about to lodge in it.
She fought frantically, but Jennie and Elsie were able to hold her, as Marge now approached, crouched behind the sobbing redhead and deftly applied the harness.
"There, bitch!" the busty blonde ex-waitress jeered as she rose and applied a stinging slap with her open palm to Elaine's satiny right asscheek, "Now you'd really win a prize in a costume ball, you would for fair!"
The members of the Leather Lashers had shown their mechanical ingenuity by fixing an iron ring into the ceiling, and from it dangled a pair of handcuffs. The chain was adjustable, and Marge stepped on a footstool and pulled the dangling handcuffs down, while Jennie and Elsie continued to hold her by the wrists. Swiftly Marge reached out and drew Elaine's wrists to her and snapped the handcuffs around them, adjusted the chain again so the unfortunate naked young redhead was standing on tiptoes.
Frenzied, her eyes glazed, she stared down at herself and at the hideous menace of the ball which swayed between her naked legs. Out of self-protection she had been obliged to straddle her thighs, not only to admit the width of the gusseting strap, but to prevent the banging of the ball against her naked skin.
"Oh don't-what are you gonna go and dooh, it's awful-please, Davy, if you like me any-please don't let them!" she wailed.
Davy zipped down the fly of his corduroy trousers to bare his stalwart young prick. "Betcher twat ain't itchin' so much now, sister," he mocked her as he approached. Reaching out, he took hold of both nipples with his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them cruelly.
Elaine threw back her head and emitted a piercing scream, but she forgot about the ball, and as she shook and twisted in vain, it struck suddenly against first the left inner thigh, then the right, and the bright pink marks of the needles showed at once on the tender skin.
"Oww-ooohhhh!! Oh, it hurts-it hurts! Take it off me, please!" she wailed piteously.
"Let's see you three mamas lace into that big ass of hers, but don't stop there," Big Ed ordered.
The girls were nothing loath, and Jennie and Elsie at once picked up wooden laths, while Marge gripped a leather-covered oval-shaped paddle which had been purchased at the same leather goods shop from which the punishment harness had come. She took her place behind the sobbing redhead and at the latter's left, tapped Elaine's left ass-cheek, then delivered a formidable, lusty spank which made the dangling captive lunge forward in pain. Elsie and Jennie had stationed themselves facing her and at each side, but in a way that would not impair the view for the three leather-jacketed males who had formed this tribunal of sentence and execution. Each of them now applied her lath to poor Elaine's titties and belly, Jennie attacking the big, firm titties, while Elsie's flexible, stinging lath flattened against the smooth belly right over the navel. The helpless captive jerked at her wrists, teetering on her toes, and the ball swung back and forth, bumping her lower inner thighs over and over. The prick of the needles was new agony for her, but even now Marge was applying a solid swat on the redhead's right ass-cheek. The bright red splotch left by the paddle's spank stood out blazingly, and the bottom itself seemed to be the more obscenely presented because of the brown, glossy leather strap which pulled up between the globes and almost forced them apart so it might adhere to the crease, which, of course, because of its width was impossible. Yet for the unfortunate victim it was Very nearly akin, for the pressures against both cunt and asshole-crease had now become intolerable.
Jennie and Elsie amused themselves spanking Elaine's naked thighs and belly, but every so often each would reach out and spank one of the jiggling bubbies, reaching up to hit the under curve or right over the nipple, mashing it down so that it would spring back, puffed and dark with the blood drawn to its erogenous surface. Her head tilting back, mouth gaping, tears running down the red, congested face, the teenaged sufferer wailed helplessly for mercy, swearing she would not so much as even look at another Leather Lasher, begging Dave to let her off just this once, swearing she would make it up to him and be so good in bed if only he would have them stop.
But the seven youths in that room were demon-driven now by the ferocious rut which made them comrades under the skin and under their leather jackets, which were the mark of their superiority and violence. All of them had liked this pretty, amiable, if insatiable sexually red-head, but now they saw only a tempting naked body, postured in the most obscene way, enduring torture, suffering and ignominiously pleading with them to be spared. That only excited their rutting lusts the more.
Marge kept up a steady tattoo with the paddle, alternating on the cheeks, the swats extending from the tops of Elaine's naked hips to her thighs, covering them with angry, bright-red blotches. The ball continued to swing inexorably, sometimes bumping each leg several times in Elaine's frantic contortions as she stood on tiptoe and yanked at her handcuffed wrists in a desperate attempt to free herself.
After about ten minutes of this atrocious triple-whipping, Big Ed raised his hand and growled, "That'll do. We don't want to kill the bitch. She's gotta pull a train for us now. Okay, Marge baby, get that harness off and take her into one of the bedrooms and spread-eagle her good."
"Should I put the gag in, Big Ed?" Marge eagerly suggested.
"Naw. She's gonna use her mouth to blow us guys, you dumb bitch," her lover snarled.
Marge flushed, lowered her eyes and nodded. She was used to verbal as well as physical abuse, and her own masochistic nature thrived on the domination and viciously virile sex which this moronic gang leader could give her. If he had ordered her to do so at the very moment, she would have gone down on her knees and sucked every boy's cock and then every girl's cunt without thinking twice of begging off.
Jennie, Elsie and Marge now unbuckled the punishment harness from the whimpering, staggering victim, who was lowered to her knees. The handcuffs were removed, and the three "mamas" seized her by the wrists and dragged her out of the living room and flung her down on the widest cot the gang members had been able to steal for the furnishing of their headquarters. They dragged her wrists to the head of the cot and Marge used the handcuffs to shackle the unfortunate, sobbing girl's wrists to the heavy metal rail, while Jennie took two heavy strands of rope, tied one around each of the moaning victim's ankles, made them fast to the foot of the cot.
By now the three males had entered, none of them having bothered stripping naked for their cohesion with this pale-white skinned body which writhed and shuddered before them, her thighs yawned apart and her chafed pussylips twitching visibly. It was sufficient that they had unzipped their flies and drawn out their pricks, all swollen with anticipation at this "train." Davy, by rights of possession of this delinquent "mama" had the right to fuck her first, but in a burst of generosity, he raised his hand and said, "Naw. You go on first, Big Ed. You're the head of the gang. You've got first rights at everything."
"You're a good prick Davy," the gang leader chuckled as he approached the cot. He flung himself down on it. Elaine twisted her face to one side, and when his stiff cock viciously probed between the gaping pinks of her pussy, she uttered a strident cry. The chafing friction of that punishment strap had irritated the mucous membrane, so the slightest pressure was excruciating pain for her.
But that was only part of her punishment, and "Big Ed" gloatingly forced himself to the hilt, then squeezing her swollen, discolored titties, began to fuck her violently. It didn't take him long and after him came Buck, then Ken, then the three other males, then Davy himself. By then, even the insatiability of the seventeen-year-old Lolita had waned. Pain had dominated her and her pussy was chafed and swollen-looking, driblets of whitish spunk glistening on the labia as well as on the blankets of the cot. She was sobbing and begging for a drink of water or a cigarette.
"Next time, you crummy whore, you won't go rubbing your twat against any other tanner but me, get me, bitch?" Davy growled as he leaned over the cot and slapped her tearstained cheeks repeatedly, rocking her head from side to side again and again.
"Oh! Boohoo-oh please stop-oh Davy, please don't be so awful to me-I'll do anything you want-please, Davy, I still want you best of all, honest-oh, please don't hurt me any more!"
"Shit on that!" Davy snarled as he hoisted himself into her saddle. His hands prodded under her, forcing her to lift her buttocks painfully from the cot. His fingers dug into her swollen flesh, and Elaine shrieked with agony as he crammed his prick into her chafed cunt and began to fuck her slowly with deep, deliberate digs that merged their pubic hairs together.
He worked over her as long as he could, purposely holding back, then suddenly thrust viciously to the balls and burst inside of her. As quickly as he had spurted, he staggered to his feet, then walking to the head of the cot, twisted her hair in his fingers and rubbed his cock dry, then spat into her face.
"I don't go for cheatin' bitches," he told her contemptuously. "Big Ed is our head boss, and he's here, and I'm saying in front of him and the rest of the gang, I'm done with you, you cheap twat. I'm gonna get me another mama, watch and see if I don't. If you want to stay in this gang, you've gotta start bein' a deb all over again."
Elaine sobbed disconsolately. That was the unkindest cut of all, for being a "deb" meant that she would become a neophyte again, obliged to obey all the other girls, under pain of being whipped or tortured, or given over to the gang for a "train," or even given over to other gangs whenever a trade or advantage was sought.
Davy didn't know it, but his next "mama" was even now chatting gaily with lovely Marva Dayton in the former's home. As for Marva herself, the spanking she had got from her Aunt Edna would seem a tender love tap compared with what awaited her lovely virgin ass in the not too very distant future!
CHAPTER V
On Tuesday afternoon, Buck and Davy decided to go see the sights around LaMesa. Davy, who only yesterday had banished the faithless Elaine from any official status with him as his "mama," was all for finding new pussy, as he told Buck while they drove down the highway.
"Now you, Buckie boy, you've got it made with that hot-pussied little bimbo Jennie Phelps to haul your ashes anytime you want. Me, now that Laney s got to be a deb all over again, I've jest gotta find me some real fucking stuff. Hey, didn't you tell me you saw a real hot little number last week, some school bitch, huh?"
"I sure did. She's got brown hair and sort of dark skinned-no, she's not a jig, and it ain't sun-tan, either. Anyhow, it's real sexy, take it from me, and wait till you see that cute wriggly ass and the perky tits she's got!"
"Hey, man, cut it out, you're giving me a hard-on jist talkin' about pussy like that," Davy enviously complained. Then he brightened, "Hey, maybe she's got a friend, huh?"
"Could be." Buck slowed his motorbike, delved into his leather jacket pocket for a crumpled pack of Chesterfields, mouthed one out of the pack, then stuck a kitchen match on the handle of the bike and lit it, turning his face from the wind. "I sure do remember, Davy! Maybe this is your lucky day, maybe it is. That was the second time I saw her, and she had a black-haired piece of ass with her that you'd really go for. Only thing, this broad was wearing big black glasses, like maybe she couldn't see so good in school."
Hell, man, you can always take them off in bed and it don't matter whether she can see or not, so long as my prick can find her twat!"
Davy guffawed salaciously. "Hey, you got me all excited now. Which piece of ass do you want, the brown-haired girl or that black-haired one?"
"I was sort of figuring on the brown-haired gal with the nice dark warm skin, to be honest with you, Davy. 'Course, that would mean that I'd hafta give Jennie the air, or else tell big Ed that I was divorcing her as my mama. But I'll tell you one thing, this little piece of school ass is probably cherry and I'd sure have me one hell of a time breaking her in right. Jennie, well, you know Jennie, she'll lay anybody. Oh sure, she's willing and eager and hot, and she gives a guy a good fuck, but a guy gets a little tired and wants to pick his own cunt-get what I mean?"
"I'm with you all the way, man," Davy grinned crookedly. "Say, I ain't never banged a bitch with glasses on. What's the rest of her like, though?"
"Lemme see if I can remember." The two youths were cruising at about a twenty-mile-an-hour speed down the highway, taking life easy. It was a warm sunny day, with a prospect of a thundershower in the distance, judging from the dark clouds off to the northwest. "I guess maybe she's about sixteen, that'd be my guess. She's got her hair in a braid, like a kid. But there ain't nothing kid-stuff about her shape, take it from me, Davy. Sort of snotty nose, like she was thinking she was better than any other broad in school, that's the way I figured her. And boy, what a white skin! She's sort of a little taller than the broad I've got picked out to fuck with me, Davy. Nice long legs, though, and boy, are her bombers like great big pears ready to fall off the tre
"Yeah?" Davy's eyes glistened, and his face was already flushed with anticipation. "Let's go get those two pieces of cunt and take them back to our little love nest, whaddya say, guy?"
"I'm all for it. Only we gotta be careful. We gotta sort of talk them into coming along for a little ride, see? That way they won't get any wind up when we take them out on the highway and back where we camp out. We don't want any fuzz on our tails burning these bikes, not hardly we don't."
"I'm with you, man, right on!" Davy enthusiastically declared. "Lead the way, man, and let's go get that nice new pussy right now!"
* * *
Marva and Jane were in the garden of Jane's house this Tuesday afternoon, doing some weeding and watering the flowers, as Jane's parents had asked her to do. "Look at that snoopy old Mrs. Dougall next door there, Marva," the lovely young brunette whispered. "No, don't turn your head because then she'll see you and know what you're doing. Just sort of look at her out of the corner of your eye-how I hate that old snoop. You know what she's going to do? If I do just one thing wrong, she'll tell my parents when they come back home, and Dad'll take me out to that woodshed out there and spank my butt with one of those awful laths."
"What I can't figure is that you never did get spanked when you lost that hundred dollars that time last year Jane," Marva bent down to pull up a weed near a bed of nasturtiums.
"I know. Considering how much I have got spanked already, you'd think they'd just about have taken off my hide for that. But they just told me to be careful. I guess maybe they had insurance or something, and anyway it really wasn't my fault. Did you see Mrs. Dougall there?"
I did. I'd hate to have her spy on me and tell Aunt Edna if I did something wrong. But then, I shouldn't say that, because look at the spanking I got when that fellow on the motorbike stopped and asked me directions and that old nasty Mrs. Kedzie across the street happened to be watching out of her living room window and had to go and call Aunt Edna. Boy, that was just about the worst licking I ever got, with the hairbrush too, right on the bare!"
"I don't know," Jane frowned deliciously, "but seems to me I'd rather take the hairbrush than a smacking from that wooden lath. Maybe it's because Dad is stronger, and boy, does he really lay it on a girl's heinie when he's mad! But let's not talk about stuff like that. You know what-but you have to promise you won't talk to anybody about it ever!"
"What? I promise, of course I do." Well," Jane bent down to pull up another weed but actually to whisper to her friend, "I told Buddy to sneak over here tonight about seven, and go through the alley and then look in the garden and see if those window shades are all pulled down on the houses next to us, so nobody can spy."
"You mean you're going to let him come over here when your parents are gone?"
"I sure am. He sends me, Marva! I might even let him go all the way. I told you, he knows how to keep from getting a girl in trouble. Hell wear something. Mmmmm, I can hardly wait for tonight. Of course, you have to go back home, because I wouldn't dare let you be around Buddy, you might try to take him away from me."
'That's a fine way to talk to your best friend!" Marva complained. "But gee, Jane, you're taking an awful chance, suppose that Mrs. Dougall should see him coming into your house-don't you think shed know what was going on? And if she told your folks, I bet they'd just about skin you alive!"
"I know, that's why I told him to make sure that Mrs. Dougall's shade was pulled down all the way before he started coming in. Fact is, I told him that if it wasn't dark enough and it won't be, he could even wait till eight o'clock or so. I'm not going anywhere," Jane giggled and then blushed becomingly.
By now, Buck and Davy had reached the outskirts of LaMesa, and Buck turned his bike toward the area where he remembered having seen lovely dark-brown-haired Marva. "It's right about here. See, Davy, these two chicks were coming out of the school over there, and they were heading down this way. Let's just cruise along the streets and maybe we'll be lucky. Maybe we'll see them out in front of where they live."
"Yeah man!" Davy breathed as he slackened the speed of the bike and cut the muffler sound. The citizens of this pleasant and affluent suburb had no particular love for leather-jacketed motorbike toughs, and he had no desire to be chased away by some unfriendly cop.
Their gardening done for the time being, Marva and Jane left the garden, while Mrs. Dougall, huddled over in a chair drawn up beside her own window, sniffed with annoyance. They were going out of her view now, and she still didn't have anything to tell Jane's parents that would get that snippy girl sentenced to the woodshed. Old Mrs. Dougall, if the truth be known, would have given her right arm to be present in the woodshed during a domestic chastisement and see the pretty teenager's naked bottom reddening under the loud whacks of a flexible wooden lath. Jane had once said something nasty to her, and although she hadn't reported it to Jane's parents, she had had it in for the little bitch ever since. Grimly she took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, and then turned on the radio to listen to the news. One of these days, she was sure she'd catch that little snip. There was still plenty of time for things to happen. She had a feeling that for all her looking like a teacher's pet with her glasses and all, little Jane Palmer knew the score and was going to sneak a boy into the house while her parents were gone. And when she did, then she would really get a good sound whipping!
The two lovely teenagers strolled out to the front of the house, because Jane's parents instructed her to watch the hedges and, if they got too bushy, to call the old Japanese gardener and have them properly trimmed. He could come around next week and collect his money, Jane's father had told her.
"Gosh, they are getting sort of thick, aren't they Marva?" The bespectacled brunette asked as she stood there looking at the hedges to the left side of the entrance of the house.
"I'd say they could stand trimming, sure, Jane. Want to go in and call the gardener?"
"Oh no, he's out all day long working in the neighborhood and he doesn't get home until about seven or eight. I know, because I talked to his wife, Mrs. Hisibatchi, last month. Gosh, the sun's nice and warm. I sure wish I could get a real nice vacation this year, but I won't. Dad and Mom will probably stay home this year just like they've always don , to save money. They say that this is a nice enough area, so why waste time and money driving all around the country just to see the sights?" The black-haired teenager dolefully shook her head, then added, "Just think, if I were married, Buddy could take me to Los Angeles or Frisco or maybe to even to Honolulu. Wouldn't that be something!"
"My gosh, you're not even sixteen, you better not think of getting married! And you oughtn't to have Buddy over here when your folks are gone that way," Marva protested. "I'd hate to see you get into trouble, and you know that would just about be the worst thing you could do. Please be careful, for my sake, Janie!"
"Oh, pooh!" the pretty bespectacled teenager giggled. "You're just an old worry-wart, Marva Dayton. Nothing's going to happen. I told you, Buddy knows what to do with a girl. Anyway, all we have to worry about is that Mrs. Dougall doesn't see us. Then we're home free, you might say."
"I don't know, I don't like it any," Marva gloomily remarked. Just then the two motorbikes came down the street, and Buck gestured excitedly to his crony: "Hey, man, there they are, both those two cute chicks I was telling you about! Boy, this is our lucky day!"
"Yeah, it sure is, if we can get them to come take a ride with us," Davy dubiously agreed.
They stopped their bikes along the curve opposite Jane's house, got off and sauntered slowly towards the two lovely teenagers.
"Oh look," Marva whispered excitedly to her friend, "there's that fellow who came up and talked to us that time when we were coming out of school, remember?"
"Oh my gosh," Jane turned around to look. "And there's another fellow with him. Aren't those beautiful bikes, though! My golly, I'll bet they can get up a hundred miles an hour on the highway!"
"They're coming right this way-I'll bet they're going to talk to us," Marva whispered back, blushing a little. You better not encourage them, Jane, not with that Mrs. Dougall around to watch. It'll be just like it was with Mrs. Kedzie and me, darn her anyway!"
"Hi, sweet stuff," Buck drawled as he walked up towards Marva. "How's the world treating you, anyway?"
"Fine, I guess," Marva stammered, flushing self-consciously.
"Great! Hey, I'm Buck and this here is my pal Davy," the leather jacketed youth grinned.
"Glad to know you," Marva said. Tm Marva and this is Jane."
"Woo woo! Hey, that's cute, that is, me Tar-zan, you Jane!" Davy chuckled.
"That's so old it's got whiskers on it," the pretty black-haired teenager sniffed.
"Maybe it has, honey, but I'll bet you one thing, my bike doesn't. How'd you girls like to go for a quick ride around the block?"
"Hey," Jane giggled, "that would be fun! What about you, Marva?"
"I don't know," the lovely dark-brown-haired teenager hesitated. "Its sort of risky-I mean, we could fall off. Anyhow, I don't think Aunt Edna would want me to-and if Mrs. Kedzie or Mrs. Dougall should ever see us, boy, would we catch it!"
"Oh yeah," Buck sniggered, "that's right, you were telling me last time how you got a tanning because somebody saw you talking to me that time I asked you how to get to San Diego, remember?"
"Please don't remind me of such unpleasant things !" Marva blushed furiously and bit her lip with annoyance.
"Sorry, chickie! You're a real grownup gal, and if I had my way, nobody would lay a finger on you," Buck lied. What he was really thinking was that he was going to lay Marva and use more than a finger."
"Anyhow, how about just a quick one, we'll be back in a couple of minutes and nobody'll see us? I can even let you off at the corner like nothing happened."
"Well," Marva hesitated again. The prospect of riding one of those beautiful new motorbikes did intrigue her. "I guess it would be all right, but only for a couple of minutes, you hear?"
"Sure, baby, you'll be back before you know it," Davy lied.
"Come on,then let's get started," Buck eagerly exclaimed.
The two pretty teenagers walked towards the curve, while the leather jacketed members of the "Leather Lashers" revved up their bikes. They instructed their pretty companions to sit behind them and hold onto them tightly, locking their arms around their chests. "We're off," Buck crowed exuberantly. "Hold on tight, Marva baby, you're going to get a real hot ride!"
"So are you, sweetie pie," Davy muttered to the blushing Jane Palmer.
Yes, both girls would get a hot ride, but it was hardly the kind they expected!
CHAPTER VI
Buck and Davy skirted the residential area of LaMesa, and then, exchanging a wink between them, headed their motorbikes out to the highway which would lead them back to their well-hidden retreat in the deep ravine.
Marva and Jane at once protested. Marva, her arms wrapped around Buck's leather-jacketed chest, called out to him, "Hey, we didn't want to get out of town this way, now you take us right back home, do you hear me?"
"Just hold on tight, baby, you're gonna get a real hot ride, and you can take that anyway you like!" he called back exultantly.
On the other bike, bespectacled Jane was frantic at the sudden dramatic change of events which had taken place. "Davy," she explained tearfully, "you said it was only going to be a short ride. Now you take me right back home, because if I don't come back, that awful Mrs. Dougall will snitch to my parents."
"Well, then, baby," was his cynical answer, "since you're gonna git paddled anyway, you might jist as well have something really big to talk about. We're gonna" take a little run out to our pad, and then you and Ire gonna git real friendly, know what I mean, baby doll?"
Of course neither girl dared let go of her rider, and indeed the two youths stepped up their speed purposely just to prevent any such last-minute attempt to escape. They could already feel their cocks harden and throb with anticipation at the thought of what awaited them back at their own home base when lovely dark-brown-haired Marva and delicious black-haired Jane were faced with the agonizing reality of having to get ready for a gang initiation. Besides, they had no worry about being identified or their hiding place found out. At a given signal, both Buck and Davy would turn off the highway about five miles from the location of the abandoned old shack and blindfold their victims.
That was what they did about five minutes later, turning off onto a dirt road which led nowhere, stopping the bikes and getting off and then swiftly taking black bandana's from the back pockets of their corduroy trousers and tying them around Jane's and Marva's eyes. They let Jane take off her glasses, and she was crying now, really scared about what her folks would say when Mrs. Dougall reported that she had been missing from home for a couple of hours. It would, though she didn't know it, be a good deal longer than that before Jane saw the friendly confines of her own home again!
But when Marva indignantly told Buck that she was going to call the police, he slapped her across the face and growled, 'You just get any ideas like that out of your skull, bitch! First of all, you ain't gonna tell nobody nuttin' because you won't know where you are. So you know my name is Buck, and that's all you know. Me and Davy are gonna have a lot of fun with you little bitches, and you're gonna wind up liking it, you watch and see if you don't. Now I'll help you git back on my bike, and no tricks. Hold on tight, 'cause you can't see nuttin'. "
Thus, coerced, both terrified teenagers awkwardly remounted behind their captors, their arms tremblingly hugging the latter's waist, and once again the motorbikes were revved up, and then they headed out along the highway towards the rendezvous.
This particular afternoon, most of the gang members were out foraging for loot, food and cases of beer and money, hoping also to find some girl who. would be taken in by the glamour of their bikes and leather jackets and come along with them to the "pad" to furnish new pussy-pleasures for their insatiable pricks.
However, Hank Morriston, lanky, 17-year-old, brown-haired gang member and his "mama" sixteen-year-old yellow-haired Ruth Summers, Ken Torrance and his steady girl Elsie, were already at the hangout, and each young couple was engaged in their favorite sport . . . fucking. And so when Davy and Buck burst open the door of the old house and told the apprehensive Marva and Jane to get inside, they saw the two youths and their molls preoccupied in playing the game of the two-backed beast. They were not however, in the same position. Elsie, that insatiable nymph, was riding over Ken as he lay sprawled on an old quilt thrown on the living room floor, his organ out of his open corduroy trousers, while her jeans were snugged down around her knees to give him perfect access to her pussy. Ruth, rather plump and with a perennial smile, was on the old broken down couch, her knees high in the air and sprawled wide, wearing only play shorts and pullover sweater, and the shorts were unbuttoned to accommodate the virile tool of her boyfriend Ken who equally hadn't bothered to strip down.
"Hey, you lovebirds, time to rise and shine," Davy called with a snigger. "Hey Buck, lookit Elsie haul Ken's ashes for him. That little bimbo ought to have been born a man, she sure acts like one when she goes after cock, I'm telling you!"
"We wanna get out of here, we wanna go back home, you take us!" Jane sobbed.
"Oh, shut your trap, bitch," Davy disgustedly snarled. "You know damned well you've been itching to hustle a ride on our bikes, and now you've got one. Now you're gonna get another kind of ride you're gonna like even better."
With groans and sobs and gasps, the two teenaged couples now almost simultaneously announced the climax of their passionate fucking, and Elsie rolled off Ken and stood up, self-consciously giggling but making no move to cover herself, her face flushed and her hair disheveled. "Well, lookit the new debs Davy and Buck brought in, Ken lover," she chortled.
"Yeah, man!" Ken breathed as he got to his feet, without bothering to stuff his limp organ back into his fly. "Let's see what they're made of, huh you guys?"
"Now you just take it easy, Ken," Buck admonished. "These little debs have got to be 'nishiated like everybody else gets done to them, savvy? Where the hell are the rest of the guys and dolls?"
"Out catting, I guess," Ken grumbled. "Elsie, light me a cigarette and be damn quick about it too!"
Elsie made a little face at him, but he took a swat at her bottom and she yiped when his palm landed solidly. She went over to the scuffed old table near the wall, picked up a half-empty pack of Camels and a book of matches, put one of the cigarettes into her mouth and lit it, and hurried over to hand it to Ken. He patted her behind, Thanks, bitch. Well now, there's four of us here counting you guys, so I guess we can have an initiation, don't see why not," he suggested.
"Looks like we'll have to make do with what we've got," Buck growled. He would have much rather watched a full-scale initiation against the lovely dark brown-haired captive he had chosen for his very own new "mama". As for
Davy, he could hardly wait to get at Jane. A girl with glasses and a shape like hers was a kind of puzzling paradox for him. He could tell she had a terrific shape, and he had found from experience ever since joining the "Leather Lashers" that the plainest looking bitches usually were the hottest. But there was something about Jane Palmer that made him feel that once she had his harpoon dug deep into her snatch, she would cast aside all her inhibitions and fuck like a mink.
Now the two captors removed the bandana blindfolds, and Jane blinked her eyes, looking especially young and defenseless without her big black horn-rimmed spectacles as she started to whimper, "I want to go home, you let me go home, you promised it wouldn't be a long ride, you promised!"
"G'wan, bitch, close your trap," Davy contemptuously retorted, doubling his hand into a fist and showing it to her, at which the pretty brunette cowered back with a stifled cry of fear.
"She's cute," Ken sniggered as he sauntered over to eye the young girl. Her eyes fixed on his obscenely dangling male weapon, emerging out of the fly of his corduroy trousers, and she turned scarlet with outraged modesty, put her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes.
Marva, once freed of her blindfold, gasped, "Buck, that's not fair, you lied to us and you know it!"
"Sure, I did, cutie," he grinned. "But after all, you can't blame a guy for gettin' the hots for that cute little snatch you got. Now we're gonna nishiate you two debs in our Lashers gang, 'n you can do all the fucking you want, see?"
"You shut your ugly mouth, and don't talk to us girls like that, we were brought up decent!" Marva snapped.
Her defiant attitude earned a giggle from both Elsie and Ruth, and the latter commented sarcastically, "Well, listen to the little princess there, wouldja? I guess she thinks hers is platinum-lined! Boy, jist lemme at her with a paddle, I'll make her peel down raw and show us what she's got that's so special!"
"Calm down, Ruthie," Hank chuckled, "everybody is gonna 'nishiate them debs. All-right, Buck, Davy, wanna have us tie them up?"
"Sure. Go right ahead," Buck grinned. Marva turned to run, but Buck nonchalantly stuck out his foot and the pretty dark brown-haired teenager tripped over it and fell sprawling on her face, her dignity injured more than her person. Roars of laughter from all four males greeted this ignominious fall, and no one made a move to pick her up. Marva rose, smoothing down her skirt, very red in the face, ruefully rubbing the part of her anatomy which she had bruised in her fall. "You think you're smart, don't you? You better not touch us, or the cops will take you all in and throw you in jail," she warned.
"Well now, we got us a jailhouse lawyer, we sure have," Hank sneered. Lighting a cigarette which he took from the pocket of his leather jacket, he strolled over to the defiant young girl and put out a hand and rudely cupped one of her titties. She struck his hand away angrily. "You take your hand away, you dirty thing you!"
"Oh my, the little princess sure gets her dander up in a hurry," he guffawed. "Looks like to me this little piece needs taking down a couple of pegs. I'll help you tie them up, Ken, just get their wrists behind their backs. They can go through the mill that way fine. Or we can take over our laps and whale hell out of their cute asses."
With this, he plunged his other hand into the pocket of his corduroy trousers, dragged out a length of rope which every "Leather Lasher" carried with him at all times for emergencies just like this, and seized her. Marva tried to kick, but he swiftly and expertly bent her wrists behind her back and in a trice had them tied tightly, jerking at the final knot to make her gasp and wince with pain. "There, I guess that'll hold you, baby," he muttered. Then, his left hand plunging into her thick dark brown hair, twisting his fingers till scalp was tugged painfully, he put out his right hand and cupped the bubbie he had touched before. "Now I got lots of time to feel you up, sweetie," he promised. Marva set her teeth, closed her eyes, and then suddenly boqed her head and bit his hand. Hank let out a yell and cuffed her across the cheek, making her stumble backwards and very nearly falling again, and it was Buck who caught her from behind. He took advantage of this to put both his hands on her titties, and to squeeze them hard as he pulled her up tight against his crotch, letting her feel his hard-on rubbing against the crease between her luscious bottom-cheeks. "Don't run away, you're mine, you sweet little bitch," he muttered into her ear.
Tm nobody's, you let me go, you pigs you!" Marva cried furiously, struggling and twisting like an eel.
But all her efforts were to no avail, and now Ken tied Jane's wrists behind her back. The four boys stood admiring their two new captives, while Elsie and Ruth, giggling and whispering obscenities among themselves, moved round and round the two prisoners to appraise their charms and compare them with their own-naturally, to the former's disadvantage.
"How're we gonna 'nishiate these little bitches?" Ken demanded.
"like you say, we ain't really got enough to run a mill," Buck Williams thoughtfully mused, giving the indignant Marva a lewd wink. "What I think is, we oughta sit down on that old couch, get them over our laps, pull their pants down and just spank ass. The girls can help too. And when they've had enough, then we'll all fuck them. Only remember, this cute little brown-haired piece is mine."
"Yeah," Davy piped up, "and cute Miss Four-eyes is my mama too, don't none of you guys forget that!"
Jane was crying now, really afraid. But it didn't do them much good. The two captors generously gave up their rights to be the first to initiate the new "debs," and so it was delegated to Elsie and to Ruth to start them off in the right direction.
Elsie sat down at one end of the couch while the struggling Jane was forced across her lap, and Ken knelt down and held onto Jane's ankles so that she couldn't kick or wriggle off. With her hands bound behind her back and her ankles thus pinned, the pretty bespectacled brunette was absolutely helpless as Elsie now began to prepare the victim for the initiation.
Jane let out a wild shriek as she felt the other girl's fingers loft her skirt and petticoat, then tuck down her little panties to her thighs. "Don't you do that to me, you pull them right up, and I don't want those boys looking at me naked!" she wailed and tried with all her might to fling herself off Elsie's lap.
But Elsie already had her left arm around Jane's waist, and so this protest as well as the desperate attempt to prevent her humiliating preparation for the spanking were both in vain.
"Boy, what an ass!" Davy Burg panted thickly, as he moved over to stand right over the couch and to stare greedily at Jane's milk-skinned jouncy bottom glotyes which instinctively tightened in Jane's understandable determination to show as little of her person as she could under such atrociously humiliating circumstances.
He reached down and smoothed the quivering cheeks with his palms, and Jane let out another wild scream of shame: "Don't you touch me, don't you dare!"
"Hey, the little bitch doesn't want to be touched," Elsie giggled. "Somebody get me a paddle."
"Noooo!! ! " Jane wailed frantically, "Don't you spank me, don't you dare! I haven't done anything, you've got no right to do it to me!"
"I'm gonna paint your big ass red, honey," Elsie told the struggling young brunette as she reached out with her right hand to take the handle of the pinewood paddle which had been taped to provide a better hold for the user. "Hold her legs good, Ken honey. Boy, it's fun to work on a nice white skin like this!" And suiting action to word, Elsie lifted the paddle high and brought it down with a noisy "Smackkk!" straight across the broadest part of both poor Jane's naked cringing ass-cheeks.
An earsplitting squeal rang out as the frantic bespectacled brunette lifted her face and gaped her mouth in her wild cry of pain. And a flaming red blotch, outlining the paddle on her tender white skin, instantly sprang up.
But Marva wasn't faring any better. She had been draped over Ruth's lap and Hank's "mama" had promptly proceeded to pull up and pull down, exposing Marva's ripely developed olive-skinned bottom globes, her left arm now curved round Marva's slim waist and her right hand holding an old slipper which one of the boys had found under the cot in one of the dilapidated bedrooms of this old abandoned farmhouse.
Raising the slipper by the heel, Ruth brought it down with all her strength on the right lower summit of Marva's naked behind, with an extremely noisy "Whackkk!! "
Marva uttered a shrill "Oww, that hurts!" and frantically tried to roll off her executioner's lap. But Hank was crouching down at the far end of the couch and gripping her ankles, so she couldn't succeed at all. Ruth simply pulled her closer to her, tapped the lovely olive-skinned naked seat with the slipper, and announced, The more you fight, the more I'm really going to lay it on your ass, baby, so stay still, hear?"
Then she looked over at Elsie and grinned: "Elsie baby, let's see who can make her deb yell the loudest and ask for mercy first, huh?"
"I bet you I can," Elsie giggled as she took the paddle and lifted it high and brought it down with a cruel spank across the base of both Jane's flinching nether globes.
"Oww, that hurts, I don't wanna be spanked, I didn't do anything," Jane sobbed distractedly.
Gritting her teeth, Marva knew that her turn would be next, and so it was. Ruth brought the slipper down with all her might again, this time on the left cheeek, toward the outer edge of the hip. Marva jerked under it, she couldn't help herself, and in that frantic movement, she exposed the thick dark brown tufts of her virgin cunt to all the eager eyes of the four lusting young men who intended to conquer the chastity of their two virginal prisoners.
"I'll take that bet," Elsie giggled. "But what are we gonna have as a prize for the one who wins?"
'The one who first asks for mercy," Ken spoke up excitedly, "has to gam the girl who paddled her, that's what. And take a fucking from all four of us guys too."
"Sounds like a great idea. Only if I win, I don't get nuttin', " Elsie pouted.
"If you're so hot for prick, bitch, we can always pull a train on you," Ken jeered.
"Oh you," Elsie giggled, but she gave him a long sultry look which indicated that she wasn't quite so offended as she made out to be. "Suits me fine Ruth, how about you?"
"Great. I'll have the little princess here begging to be fucked before little Miss Four eyes does," Ruth announced as she patted Marva's shrinking naked bottom with the sole of the old slipper.
Then, raising her right hand, she briskly brought the weapon down on first the right cheek and then the left one and then added a third quick swat right down the crease between Marva's naked ass-cheeks.
Grinding her teeth and compressing her lips, her eyes bulging and glassy with tears, Marva managed to suppress all but a whimpering groan at the burning and noisy smack of the leather slipper sole on her naked flesh. But her body jerked and vibrated, and both Ruth and the squatting Hank had all they could do to keep her in position.
Waves of burning pain swirled through her tender behind as Ruth, considering this a challenge to her abilities, began to bring the sole down with all her might at every blow, also increasing the pace of the spanking. Marva's bottom bounded, her hips weaved to and fro, jerking and twisting frantically as an angry red hue gradually suffused all of her magnificent olive-sheened behind. She caught her breath, groaned, gasped, whimpered, but to her credit it must be said that she endured about thirty good hard spanks without asking for mercy-which she would certainly have done by now and long before now, indeed, had she been over her Aunt Edna's lap.
And so it was poor Jane against whose milky bottom the flexible paddle cracked down repeatedly, first diagonally, then horizontally, then vertically, in a capricious pattern as Elsie increased her own spanking tempo, who was first to cry out for mercy. But about the fortieth swat, Jane couldn't stand it anymore and screeched out, "Oh, stop, I'll do anything you want, only stop spanking, you're killing me!"
"Attaboy, Elsie baby," Ken applauded his "mama."
When he rose, he began to fondle his prick which was still dangling outside of his open fly, his eyes blazing with anticipation at the thought of having a train pulled with this lovely young teenager as the center of attraction.
CHAPTER VII
Ruth stared down at the now blazing red, twitching naked behind of her victim, angry at being bested by Elsie, whom she personally detested and considered little more than a tramp. A girl had some pride, after all, and Ruth prided herself on being faithful to her guy, Hank, even if she did have to fuck with all the other members whenever they wanted to and of course with Ken's permission. Only "Big Ed" could arbitrarily command the sexual services of all the "mamas" in the gang without any argument from the other male members.
Not that Marva hadn't suffered. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. Her lips were trembling and they were sore where she had very nearly bitten through them after a couple of energetic whacks with the leather sole of an old slipper. But she had grimly resolved that she wasn't going to be the victim, although she felt terribly sorry for her girlfriend, Jane. All she could think of was finding some way to escape. She knew fully well that she wasn't going to escape without having to pay some terrible penalty, and then the thought of being found out by her aunt and uncle when she finally did get back home made her almost sick with worry. To have a spanking from Aunt Edna and her uncle after one like this, was just too much to think about right now.
Meanwhile Elsie was stripping naked, down to her sandals and bobby socks. The weeping, tottering Jane was lifted from over her lap by Buck and Davy, who promptly forced the sobbing brunette teenager to kneel down, as her hands were still tied behind her back. "Now you gotta gam Elsie, that's the rule," Buck told her.
"That's right, honey, go ahead and muff dive me good!" Elsie giggled. "Better take off her glasses, they might get in the way and get broken, and I wouldn't want any glass in my pussy," she added with an obscene giggle.
This bought a roar of salacious laughter from the boys, and Hank took off Jane's glasses and stuck them in the back pocket of his corduroy trousers. "All right, Janie, you're ready for action," he ordered. "Go ahead and gam her and do it good!"
Poor Jane's panties were so twisted around her knees, and now Hank lofted skirt and petticoat again and rolled them up into a neat wad practically to her armpits, so that all that could be seen to cover her was the bandeau of her cotton bra. The flaming swollen display of her naked behind and, even more tempting to the young males of the gang, the thick black curls of her virgin pussy stood out in obscene relief.
"You heard what you hafta do, bitch, so do it!" Elsie snapped. She plunged both her hands into Jane's hair, twisting her slim fingers until Jane uttered a scream of pain as she felt her scalp twinged by what felt like a thousand hot needles. Against her will, she was forced to bow her head down until her face was drawn up right against Elsie's furry pussy. "Suck and kiss and lick it good, bitch, I want my kicks!" Elsie panted.
And then she added, "Ken, be a darling and take that paddle and give Miss Foureyes a couple of good whacks more just so she'll do what she has to do."
"Sure enough, sweet stuff," Ken grinned. He picked up the flexible pinewood paddle, bent over the sobbing, kneeling captive, and applied a furious spank over the tops of her naked hips. Jane entered a wild scream and promptly rubbed her face up against Elsie's cunt.
"That's the way, baby, mmmmm, you really send me! Slow and easy and I wanna feel your tongue against my little clit," Elsie hissed. Marva had not been allowed to rise from Ruth's lap, and so through her tear-blurred eyes she had a perfect view of the procedure, since Elsie was right next to her and to her left while poor little Jane knelt shamefully between Elsie's straddled thighs, her face moist and flushed and her eyes closed as her trembling mouth was pressed right up against Elsie's pussy.
"She don't even know how to gam, you guys,"
Elsie jeered, giving Jane's black silky pigtail an energetic tug which made her scream in pain. "I said to suck and lick and put your tongue in good and feel my button, get me, bitch?"
She made a sign to Ken, who once again used the paddle with three hard spanks that slapped against the lower curves of poor Jane's bare, inflamed posterior. With a wild scream, the captive surrendered. Casting aside all her modesty and pride, she began to suck and kiss Elsie's moist and twitching cunt.
"Ooooh, that's nice, not so fast though, do it good, put your tongue in." Elsie cooed. Her eyes were rolling and shining with lubricity, and her bubbies were rising and falling quickly. Now she took the paddle back from Ken in her right hand, while her left held Jane's pigtail, yanking it from time to time to compel obedience. From time to time, also, she reached forward and applied a stinging cut of the paddle over Jane's already flaming and swollen bottom, drawing new cries of piteous entreaty.
Finally, driven frantic by the pain and repeated spanks, which threatened never to stop, Jane conquered her revulsion long enough to thrust her tongue deep into Elsie's cunt, rubbing against the clitoris, and Elsie uttered a shriek of ecstasy and her body jerked and thrashed about as she had her climax.
"Hey, that was terrific, Elsie," Ken said huskily. "Now it's time to make a real woman out of out little deb. Here, you guys. Who goes first?"
"I will," Davy spoke up defiantly. "I found this bitch, and I let you spank her first, so I get first crack at her cherry. Get up from the couch, everybody and lay that little bitch down on her back and get her ready to spread. Elsie, hold her down by the shoulders and you can spread her legs open so I can get at it."
The time had come, and while the two members of the gang arranged poor Jane's trembling and shuddering body, ignoring her pathetic supplications for mercy, lovely Marva was condemned to remain stretched out over Ruth's lap, her swollen bottom still exhibited to the eyes of all, and doomed to watch the vicious violation of her bespectacled girlfriend's maiden snatch.
CHAPTER VIII
Jane, sobbing and gagging from having had to gam Elsie, was dragged up to her feet as Davy, showing his possessive desire to make this delicious black-haired girl his "mama," seized her long hair-braid and jerked it upwards cruelly. With a yell of pain, grabbing for her hair, Jane scrambled to her feet.
"Well, we ain't gonna fault you none because you don't like pussy. So long as you like prick. And baby, are you gonna get plenty! Help me peel her down raw-that's the way I like to fuck a jane like her-hey, that's a pun, Janie's her name, ain't it?"
Marva was forced to remain in her ignominious and shameful spanking pose over Ruth's lap, her wrists still tied behind her, her panties still twisted down around her ankles now, her bottom still naked and exposed, with not an inch of warm olive-satiny skin exposed unmarked, for the slipper-sole in Ruth's hand had decorated Marva's lovely, jouncy ass ovals with a darkening red, which burned atrociously. In fact, Marva couldn't help squirming restlessly, which drew from Ruth the bawdy observation, "Hey, Davy, if you're lookin' for a girl that-likes pussy, I betcha I got one here! Lookit this little deb rub her pussy over my lap. I guess the spanking made her tail so hot, she's just as hot in her snatch."
"We'll find out later. Right now I gotta take care of my new mama right," Davy asserted. Ken had come over to help him rip off poor Janie's clothes, leaving her just in her bobby-socks and loafers. They left her hands tied be-hid her back and left her black-rimmed spectacles on, because the sight of these heavy-rimmed glasses on her anguished face with the rest of her all naked and enticingly creamy-white (save of course her bottom, which Elsie had vividly painted a bright red with the pine-wood panel) excited them all the more.
"Hey, I got a new idea!" Davy suddenly exclaimed. "You still got Marva lying over Ruthie's lap, so whyn't we put little Janie here on her back with her head turned toward Marva's face. That way, Marva can lean over and kiss her chum all she wants and sort of soothe her while she loses her cherry P
'That's a humdinger, Davy! You're really on the ball," Buck quipped.
"Nooooo, I don't want you to-let go of me-I'm going to tell the police-help me, oh help me, someone!" Jane shrieked.
But it was easy for the two youths to seize her by waist and armpits and lift her kicking and struggling naked body and lay her down on the couch, placing her on the couch so her tender bottom was jammed against the old, rough upholstery of this broken-down piece of furniture which had been left in the abandoned farmhouse. She screamed again as Davy began to fondle his prick, which he had liberated from the zipper of his corduroy trousers, and with a kind of hypnotized fascination and dilated eyes, the black-haired teenager watched his organ swell and turgify, the dark blue veins standing out cord-like against the swollen shaft.
"Noooo!" she squealed piteously.
Ken and Hank had come over to watch and to hold the unfortunate victim down. Hank clutched her pigtail in his left hand, while Buck put both his palms against her belly and pinned her to the couch. Her legs began to kick, and both her loafers flew off, and Elsie, who had peeled down to bra and panties and sandals, cupping her titties luxuriously, stood nearby and made salacious observations aimed at further exciting the young "Leather Lashers." She giggled, then said, "Hey, look at Janie's snatch! Boy, is it hairy! She ain't old enough for all that, but she's sure got it! Think you can find the hole through all that, Davy lover boy?"
"You better believe it. bitch!" he snarled as he now mounted on the couch, grabbing both her knees and shoving them wide open. Jane uttered another wild shriek, twisting her face from side to side now.
"All right, deb," Ruth drawled, picking up the discarded leather slipper and tapping Marva's already blazing bottom with it, "you just lean your face over there, baby, and start kissing your little girlfriend good and sweet and tender-like, or I'll paddle you rawer than you are already, you hear me?" And raising the old slipper high, she brought it down full-force over the tops of Marva's already burning hips.
"Owweeeouuuu!! ! " Marva stretched herself forward until she could reach Jane's panting mouth. In desperation, not wanting to endure any more of that atrocious spanking, the lovely dark-haired teenager managed at last to fuse her mouth to Jane's, while Hank yanked at the brunette's hair and growled, "And you quit squirming around like that, you just kiss Marva real nice and sweet, or we'll really put you through the mill when we get done fucking you, baby-doll!"
But Jane twisted her face away and shrieked out, "Marva, oh Marva, please help me! They're going to do it to me-I don't want them to-please help me!"
"You better kiss her mouth shut right quick" Ruth warned, with a whack of the old slipper that bit against the outer edge of Marva's right hip, "Or I'll go get a rope and tie knots in it and really whup ass good and hard."
"Please, Jane, I can't help you-you've got to-oh please let me kiss you," Marva moaned. She had her own ordeal in mind, and even though her friendship for Jane was intense, she did not relish the thought of another spanking after the one she had just endured.
But by now, Davy, having gripped the sobbing Jane's bare knees, had crouched himself over her, and his prick was brushing the curly black strands of pussy-hair which framed the tender pink virgin quim. Madly Jane tried to evade him, but between Hank and Ken, who continued to yank at her hair and press her belly down, she was helpless.
With a shriek, she announced to all that he had just entered her pussy-lobby, and Davy's own growl of joy confirmed it. "I'm in, youse guys! Jeez, is this little bitch of a deb tight!"
Mad with shock and revulsion, Jane strove with all her might to arch herself up, but she couldn't. He had banged up against her cherry and now, his hands gripping her titties while Ken gripped her ankles, Davy pressed home. A piercing yell attested to the piercing of Jane's maiden seal, and Marva, who had already had three or more noisy whacks of the old slipper against her blazing bottom, sobbingly managed again to fuse her mouth to Jane's and this time to force the unfortunate sufferer to accept her kiss.
Hank helped out by pinning her shoulders now, and Hank and Ken watched from close range at the martyrdom of this not-yet-sixteen-year-old virgin sacrifice to the lust of the "Leather Lashers."
Davy was in seventh heaven. "Boy, has she got a tight box, this tight little four-eyed piece!" he gloated. Jane's glasses were by now fogged with her tears and her frantic breathing, and she could hardly see through the tears which stung her swollen, straining eyes. Besides, Marva's face covered hers now, and Marva was kissing away for dear life, something which this time was exactly the case, because Ruth kept whacking away on Marva's flaming bottom with a reminder of what might ensue if Marva didn't show the proper spirit of cooperation.
Now having reached the bottom of Jane's tight young cunt, Davy lay there luxuriating in it, feeling her walls clip and nip and grip his imbedded tool. Then slowly he began to withdraw to the very brink, then thrust himself home with a savage lunge to the very hilt, and once more the pain made Jane twist her mouth away from under Marva's and utter a shrill, prolonged shriek of pain.
The slipper came down five hard times, and it was Marva's turn to cry out in distress: "I couldn't help it-I'm doing it, OWW! Oh please, don't spank me any more-please-I'm doing it!"
"Not good enough, though," Ruth sneered. "Now you get her mouth back and shut her up, or I'll see to it you get another smack." Adding another furious, noisy whack which fairly made poor Marva's hips jump, the dark brown-haired teenager tried to make a last desperate attempt to clamp her mouth over Jane's and at last she succeeded. Now Davy was fucking Jane with a savage piston-like vigor, making the girl's body bound and jerk, and made the old couch creak its promise that one day soon it would break down completely.
But the excitement, the vision of her milky skin and of her exquisite and agonized face behind the glasses, the feel of her tightness against his swollen ramrod all served to unman the "Leather Lasher" long before he had hoped it would end. Grinding his teeth, he tilted back his contorted face, and let out a bellow as he felt himself lose all his spunk. Jane once again shrieked as she twisted her face desperately from under Marva's and felt the warm surge of his jet in her womb and knew herself to be no longer virgin, sullied and polluted . . . and maybe even made pregnant.
Davy staggered to his feet, his cock stained with Jane's hymeneal blood. Taking a handkerchief out of his hip pocket, he wiped himself with a satisfied smirk.
"I got her started for youse guys," he announced proudly. "But you ain't gonna feel it as tight as I did, 'cause I was the first. That's my mama now. Youse guys can take a turn now, but after today, you gotta ask but good. Only Big Ed gets his pick of her twat without my say so."
This was the law of the gang; they all understood it and nodded. But now Ken pleaded seniority, and after a grudging argument, Buck and Hank at last agreed, but both ordered him to make it quick.
There was no danger of that, for by now again poor Jane was kicking her legs in the air and struggling madly. Davy squatted down, grabbed her right ankle and held it tightly in both hands. Elsie leaned over the back of the couch and seized the other ankle, to do her share for the gang. Liberating his prick, which by now was even more rigid, more swollen, sturdier than Davy's, Ken now flung himself atop Jane. His hands began to squeeze her titties, and the young girl tried desperately to twist herself out from under him. But Marva was still hanging on to her, under a few stinging reminders from that leather sole had sent fresh waves of scalding pain through her swollen ass.
Ken fucked more slowly, but he didn't last much longer. For him, Jane's pussy was tight and frictional in its effect, too. So soon he gushed his bubbling venom deep into her womb, got to his feet and sniggered, "Yeah, man, she's gonna make a real sexy deb, you watch and see!"
Hank went next, and Ruthie glanced at him jealously. She was even envious as she watched his lithe body move up and down, pumping deeply into poor Jane's ravaged sheath. To make up for her jealousy, she gave Marva's swollen naked bottom about a dozen hard whacks, and Marva shrieked and lunged for Jane's mouth, once again capturing it and silencing the brunette's cries with her own frantic sucking kiss.
Hank lasted all of five minutes, thus surpassing his two predecessors. When he finally got to his feet, Ruth gave him a nasty jealous look and said, "I thought I was your mama, Hank honey. Lookit how you fucked that crummy little bitch. Why, hell, honey, I bet she doesn't even know what a trip around the world is, or a blow job. You know what I can do for you, man."
"Sure, but everybody wants some variety now and then, baby. Shut your trap, or maybe I'll let Marva there take you over her lap and give you a taste of your own medicine." Hank grinned.
Now it was the turn of Hank and he lowered himself into her saddle while the other boys held her ankles and knees, spreading her to maximum so that her pink cunt gaped, showing its chafed and swollen lips from the three fuckings she had already had to endure.
Buck took his time, playing with her nipples, sucking and licking them, tickling her armpits, till once again Jane twisted her face away from Marva's and screamed for mercy. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, she was panting and trembling, for if the truth be told, the three vigorous plowings of her womb brought her very close to pussy-come.
And finally when he did come, Jane arched, a look of surprise on her flushed, tearstained face, then uttered a low, sobbing groan, as her body quaked in answering come.
"Hey, she'll make a real hot deb! Jest look how she shakes that snatch of hers, you guys!" Buck enthused as he staggered to his feet, his prick greased and still stiff from its sojourn in Jane's tight, moist love-scabbard.
"Now I think we ought to tie this bitch up and gag her, then go to work on Marva here."
CHAPTER IX
As the last of the four gang members of the "Leather Lashers" finished fucking the now hysterical, naked Jane, Ruth rudely rolled the prostrate Marva off her lap to land with a thud on the bare floor, where she was ordered to "watch" her competition after what Ruth regarded as a "quick little train."
The "mamas" of the leather-jacketed gang had a kind of lascivious rivalry with one another, and each proudly believed that she could take on more males at one time than her rivals. So to Ruth, whose mind had become warped and channeled to these ruthless, amoral delinquents, the fact that virginal Jane had been fucked four times, was only a "warm-up."
Marva saw her chance and scrambled to her feet, trying to run for the door in the hope that she could get out to the road and yell for help. But Buck saw her out of the corner of his eye and made a football tackle around her waist, bringing her down heavily upon her belly with a thud.
"No you don't, baby. You're my mama now, and you're gonna get fucked for that. But first you'll get another ass-warming for trying to run away," he decreed.
Ken, Hank and Davy came running up, while Elsie and Ruth seized the half-conscious young brunette and dragged her over to a chair, holding her tightly down and tying her with cords which lay on the floor in readiness for just such activity.
It was the duty of each "mama," whenever she was serving at the headquarters, to get a bucket of water from the nearest well, about half a mile away. The bucket was in this room now, and Ruth dipped a handkerchief into it and began to wipe away the stains from Jane's thighs, the indelible marks of her maiden loss.
"Boy, she sure's got a sweet snatch on her," Elsie giggled. "Say, Ruthie, how'd you like to do some girl fucking with this hot little bitch?"
"Mmmmm, I sure would! Just watching the guys poke her got me all hot and bothered in my twat," Ruth purred. "Let's peel down raw and love her up some, cause she's a deb now and she's gonna be Dave's mama."
In a trice, both girls were naked, and Elsie, who had proposed the lesbian interlude, clambered atop the writhing, moaning, naked body of the bespectacled captive teenager.
"Now, honey, don't get upset, don't get your bowels in an uproar. I'm gonna love you up good. I'm gonna rub my little pussy against yours till you're all hot and you could fry eggs on that twat of yours, honey. You'll like it, you watch. It ain't as hard as when the fellows do it, and I'll bet you go for me once I show you how. Let's try it out and see, hmm?" Elsie cajoled.
With this, covering Jane's titties with her hands, driving her tongue between Jane's lips in a lover's kiss, Elsie began to girl rub, while, frigging herself stealthily with one forefinger and cupping her titties with the other, Ruth watched with a languorous look and gleaming eyes.
Jane twisted, tried frantically to relieve herself of this odium of unwanted rape-for such it really was. As a consequence, she didn't respond to Elsie, who angrily got up from the cot after a few moments, and snarled, "Goose her, Ruthie, and pinch her tits.! I can't even get her to wriggle. See if you can do any better than I did."
"No-let me go-please let me go-I want to go home!" Jane wailed.
But Elsie viciously clamped her palm over the brunette teenager's mouth to stifle her outcry. The lesbian loving wasn't exactly forbidden, but with a new deb like this, Davy might take umbrage, and he would be within his rights to appear before the tribunal headed by "Big Ed" to demand that the girls be fantailed for their temerity.
Ruth hastily climbed atop Jane, slipped her left hand under Jane's burning, inflamed bare bottom, and slyly probed with her forefinger into the dainty little bum hole. Attaining it, she tried to pry open the lips, and having done so, twisted her finger around. Jane's eyes bulged and rolled, her body began to arch and squirm and thresh against her bonds. Elsie kept her hand clamped over Jane's mouth, her other hand moved to one of Jane's nipples and began to pinch it cruelly. Ruth's right thumb and forefinger began to emulate Elsie's, pinching Jane's other nipple, while she kept her furry cunt pressed against Jane's martyred quim.
"Look at her get hot!" Ruth giggled.
"Mmmmmfffgggggghggggmfff-hffifmmmohhhhmmmmfl'ff!! " Jane wailed through the improvised gag which Elsie's hand made so effectively over her panting mouth.
Then Ruth had a brilliant inspiration. Releasing the tortured tittie-bud, she slipped her hand down to their bellies and slipped her forefinger into Jane's cunthole, found the dainty nodule of her clitoris, and began to rub it back and forth.
Now Jane's whimperings and smothered cries intensified, and Ruth, sensing that she had her victim exactly where she wanted her, intensified the friction of her frigging forefinger. At the same time she ground herself frantically back and forth against Jane's cunthole. Jane's eyes were glassy now and exorbitant, and her breath came whistling through her nostrils as she was drawn unwillingly into a new sensual response.
And then Ruth found her own juices seeping, felt herself shattered by orgasmic fulfillment, and lay sprawled on the naked, shivering body of the latest victim of the "Leather Lashers."
"Now let's break Marva in," Buck Williams greedily panted.
CHAPTER X
Marva fought Ken and Davy as the two leather-jacketed toughs dragged her by the wrists back to the old couch on which her best friend Jane had been spanked and then ravished. "No, you're not going to do that to me, no!" she wailed.
But Buck, whose "mama" she was destined to be, directed the proceedings greedily. "Peel her down to just her bobby socks," he directed.
The two youths ruthlessly ripped off Marva's clothes, she began to sob. Not so much out of terror and what was going to happen to her, but she had a curious kind of philosophical fatalism once she knew that she had been lied to and driven far away from the place which Buck has speciously told her he was going to ride. What most concerned her was the tearing of her good clothes, because she didn't know how she was going to explain that to her aunt and uncle, she was going to be in for a dreadful whipping, she knew dismally.
Nonetheless, the thought that these boys could undress her and ogle and feel her naked titties and belly and pussy and things drove her nearly frantic. She fought with all her might, kicking out, twisting, bending, trying every trick she knew to get free of them, but they held on tenaciously. And finally she was standing there, panting and sobbing, stark naked, her lovely body showing splotches marked in red on her warm olive skin from where their fingers had mauled or scratched her.
Ken and Davy, at Buck's order, now dragged the lovely brunette over to the couch and flung her down on her back. "Wait a minute," Buck said, as he took his prick out and stood there with hands on hips so that Marva, through her tear-filled eyes, could see what he had for her. "I think first this little bimbo ought to be fan-tailed real good."
"No, I've had enough already, stop it," Marva yelled, trying to get up from the couch while the two kneeling males put their hands on her bubbies and on her belly and pinned her down on her back. , "Throw her over your lap, Davy," Buck instructed. "You, Ken, git some rope and tie her wrists behind her back so she can't fight any."
"You lemme me go, I'll tell the cops for sure now, after what you just did," Marva wildly yelled.
But it did her no good. Ken soon returned with a length of cord, and, grasping one of her wrists, swiftly circled it and made a tight knot. Then he grabbed her wrist, and it was over in a trice. Marva lay now naked except for bobby socks over Davy's lap, and Ken sat down beside him, lifting Marva's kicking legs and dragging them over his lap and then gripping her ankles.
Her bottom was already reddened, but that was only the beginning. Buck now took down one of the pinewood paddles which had been used on many a deb during her initiation into the "Leather Lashers." Then, taking a good grip on the taped handle, he smiled, "Whenever you've had enough, bitch, just beg me to fuck you. You're going to get it, and you might as well make up your mind to it, Marva baby!"
With this, he lifted the paddle and swept it down diagonally over the huddling, inflamed cheeks of Marva's voluptuous virgin ass. Her body jumped and jerked and a thin, prolonged wail escaped her compressed lips. She was determined to give him no satisfaction whatsoever. Just the same, one spanking coming on top of another one so recently inflicted, made her realize that her courage couldn't last forever.
From the old bedroom at the back of the house, she could now hear Jane's moaning and sobbing. The boys had dragged her in here and tied her up. She ground her teeth and tightened all her muscles, resolved to give them no satisfaction.
But already the second paddle swat had landed, full force, stinging right over the crease between her bottom-cheeks, pinching the inner edges together and making her wriggle involuntary over the two boys' laps.
With one boy pinning down her shoulders with both hands, her wrists already tied behind her back, and the other boy grabbing hold of her calves and digging his fingers into them, Marva found herself actually helpless, and really began to feel scared. Buck now raised the paddle and tapped her squirming, still throbbing bare behind. "Get ready for a real licking, baby, worse than that aunt of yours ever gave you," he snarled. The paddle rose, hovered in the air a moment, and then landed with a sonorous "Crackk!"
"Oww ohh, that hurts!" Marva wailed, turning her tearstained face back to her tormentor, who grinned at her.
'There's lots more where that came from, Marva baby. I toldja, when you're ready to get banged, just yell out!"
The paddle fell again, and a third time, and then a fourth. By the tenth stroke, Marva was crying wholeheartedly, and doing her best to wriggle and squirm and buck under the constrained efforts of the two grinning leather-jacketed youths. Their hands on her tender naked flesh, exchanging lewd comments about her potential as a "mama," Ken and Davy luxuriated in their domination over a naked young teenage brunette, staring gloatingly at her bare bottom which continued to grow redder and redder and redder by degrees.
By the twentieth spank, she was yelling for her aunt, and they were mocking her: "You big baby, why don't your want your mummy? Yeah, she wants her auntie, 'cause her auntie don't whack her cute little ass so hard!" Buck pressed the paddle against the feverishly swollen, dark-reddened globes of Marva's voluptuous virgin ass. "Want me to go on some more, honey baby?" he drawled. Before she could answer, he applied two swift spanks, each stinging right down the crease between her ass-cheeks, each pinching the inner edges of those pouting hillocks of tender and yet firm girl-flesh.
"Ohh noooo, oh my golly, lay off, I can't stand it, I can't, I can't! Marva tearfully complained.
"You know whatcha gotta do if you wanna have me stop, bitch," Buck growled.
Now the paddle rose and fell five swift and savage times. It flattened a bottom-cheek each time it descended. Marva's head again tilted back and, her eyes bulging and glassy with tears, she opened her mouth wide in a hoarse shout, "Stop, just stop and I'll do whatever you want me to, just stop putting wood to my poor heinie, I can't take it any more!"
"Okay, you guys, but keep hold of her," Buck warned. "Now then, baby, didja forgit something, maybe, huh?"
Squatting down alongside the couch, he raised his right hand and once again the paddle swept down with a vicious Thwackk! "Seems to me I didn't rightly hear you, whattcha wanna do, git paddled or fucked. Let's hear it from you, baby!" And, before she could answer through the tears and groans, he had laid down still another flattening and noisy spank, right over the crease of both tender ass-cheeks.
"Awwrrrhhhoooouuuuu!! ! Stop it, stop it, I can't take it anymore, stop it, you big bully! You're just a coward, holding me down like this and peeling me raw, so you can look at my bare bummy, oh I wish I were a man!" Marva screamed.
"We don't," both Ken and Davy chorused, then exchanged a look and burst into bawdy laughter. "Hey, maybe she's not cherry after all, the perky way she talks," Davy suggested. Slyly he slid his hand down her stomach, and moved his forefinger towards her furry soft cleft. Marva shrieked and tried to wriggle away, but the other boy was holding her to tightly and she had to submit to the final indignity of all . . . Davy's finger nudged between the soft tender pink lips of her quim and entered the hitherto unprofaned lobby of her cunt. She burst into tears, knowing her self defeat, and just then the paddle fell twice more. Each time it landed right down the crease, bruising and spanking the tender inner edges of her shuddering, inflamed bottom-cheeks. It was too much.
"Ohh, boo hoo, oh stop, all right, you can have me, do it, and lemme go!" Marva wailed.
"You mean it, bitch?" Buck was panting, his face glistening with sweat as he lowered the paddle. " 'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna lay wood to that sweet ass of yours until you're raw, hear me, bitch?"
"No, no. I'll do it-I'll do what you want, you're awful, Buck, you lied and you hurt girls and everything, and I hate you, but I can't take anymore spanking, lay off, please!" Marva was sobbing hysterically.
"All right, Ken, Davy, you'll have your chance with this wet bimbo as soon as I break her cherry."
"She is cherry too," Davy volunteered. "I just now felt my finger come right up against her prick stopper. Boy, is she tight!"
"I'll fix that," Buck boasted. "Stand her up on her feet."
It was done at once, and then he ordered swinging the paddle menacingly near her, "Now you just kneel down, and stare at my cock a little while, and get it through your head you're gonna get banged, baby, but real good!"
Both hands reaching down and rubbing her sore and burning naked bottom, Marva resignedly sank down on her knees, not without a cry and a grimace of pain. Both her hands kept trying frantically to rub her swollen seat, but her wrists remained bound behind her. She looked exactly like a young girl slave, and except for the modern touch of the bobby socks, she would have looked exactly like a young teenager stolen from Greece and brought upon a Roman slave mart to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
"Okay, Marva baby. Are you gonna be a good girl now?" Buck's voice was hoarse and shaking with his rut.
"Go on, get it over with, go ahead and f-fuck me," Marva sobbed.
"Hey now," Ken gleefully put in, "this little cherry knows the ropes. She knows what a fucking is."
"She'll know better after she gets one from me, so shut your face," Buck snarled in a jealous mood. His prick was bulging and torturing him, and as he stared down to see the brunette's tearstained face looking up at him, he gloated in the knowledge that she was seeing his massive and very manly weapon.
"All right then," he resumed, "now you can jist kiss my cock and ask me to fuck you nice and sweet, baby. If you don't, you go back and get more swats, hear?"
"Oh that's dirty, I won't do that for anybody, I won't!" Marva heroically exclaimed.
But Davy and Ken quickly rose from the old couch, and Davy grasped her by the shoulder and rendered her helpless and forced to stay on her knees with her hands still tied behind her naked back. Meanwhile Ken came over with the paddle in hand, put his left hand to the back of her neck, and landed a good hard stinging spank right over the base of both her huddling crimson burning bottom globes.
"Oww, oh don't, oh please don't, oh not anymore!" she squealed.
"Then do your thing, baby, do it!" Buck gasped.
Her bottom was so tender and burning so terribly that Marva knew she couldn't hold out much longer. She would be forced to do it in the end, and so she might as well give in now. And so, just as the paddle was drawing back for another spank, she yelled out, "Oh no, not anymore I'll do it!"
"See that she does, Ken, and if she doesn't, warm her up some more," was Buck's order.
Leaning her head forward, tears running down her cheeks, lovely Marva pressed her trembling mouth against the tip of Buck's prick. He groaned aloud, reached down his fingers, and began to twist them in the helmet-cut dark brown hair of the lovely helpless teenager. Yanking at her hair, he made her lift her face and so her eyes couldn't help fixing on Buck's stalwart manhood.
"Go on and kiss it for him, like he wants," Ken hissed.
At the same time, he applied still another spank, this one diagonally and leaping from the right hip across the bare bottom-cheeks to the lower summit of the left globe.
Frenzied by this interminable pain, Marva yelled out again and lunged forward. Buck met her without yielding, so that his prick tip thrust between her panting lips and for the first time in her young life, Marva was Frenching a boy.
She began to suck avidly, nervously looking back every so often over her shoulder to make sure that the paddle wasn't waiting to punish her.
"All right, run your tongue all over it, as far as you can go," he brutally instructed. Then he made a sign to Ken, who promptly yanked at her hair and in the same moment sent the paddle whistling and thwacking over the tops of her bare and already reddened hips.
Marva yelled, and promptly opened her mouth as wide as she could and, closing her eyes, leaned still further forward. Buck's prick-head entered her mouth, and the tip of it scraped against her mouth walls. She gagged and choked, but already he was touching her with the cheeks of his palms and beginning to mouthfuck her. His prick worked in and out, while she moaned and gagged and trembled, the prey of overpowering sensations which had started with hate and distaste and were now winding up in passionate servility.
But the sweet hot moist feel of her mouth and tongue against his prick made Buck realize he couldn't keep it up much longer. He was hot to get into that tight little box of hers, and so he stepped back, slapped her across the face and snarled, "Now get your back on that couch and open your legs up good, I'm going to plow you!"
Sobbing softly, poor naked Marva ascended the couch, as Ken took a cushion and put it under her bottom, helping to ease the distracting throbbing agony of her initiation.
Then Buck fell upon her, his hands gouging her titties, his prick thrusting in the soft moist cleft of her cunt. A moment later, her eyes bulged and she uttered a loud scream as his prick perforated the virgin seal and thus absolutely doomed her virginity.
Grinding her teeth, Marva accepted her undesired mate, whose weight upon her already tortured body intensified the hurts of the paddling and the hand spanking.
Meanwhile, Ken and Davy had grasped her by the armpits, standing at the edge of the couch and behind it, their eyes feasting on her turbulently heaving naked titties and her suave belly and the dark thick patch of cunt fur at the apex of those long thighs.
Buck, luxuriating in the feel of this squirming little vixen beneath him, now ran his hands over her swollen ass-cheeks, and took vigorous hold of it. Marva yelled out in pain, but it did her no good whatsoever. Guiding himself thus, sinking his dirty fingernails into her sore ass, the youth began to fuck her violently. His first thrust had almost destroyed the hymen; two more lunges, and he was into her to the balls.
Ken and Davy now rose, releasing their grasp of the tortured naked young sufferer.
But Buck's excitement was a fatal emotion for him. After only two or three more digs in Marva's tight cunthole, he uttered a bellow of lust, and burst into her cunt.
Marva uttered a wild yell when she felt the twinge of pain at the shattering of her cherry. She began to beat him with her fists, but Buck only laughed victoriously, and quickened his gait, pumping vigorously, so that his prick lunged back and forth, chafing the delicate tissues of her pussy.
And when he had finally finished, after only two or three more hard strokes, bursting into her, he staggered to his feet and panted, "That's what I call a real hot mama!"
"Can we try her, huh, Buck?" Davy timidly inquired.
"Of course you can, dummy. You know what our motto is, share and share a-like. Only don't hog her or ruin her too much, she's gonna be my mama right off," Buck explained.
Davy now flung himself down over Marva, without even bothering to mop out her drenched sheath. The result was that his prick was eased into the tight box of her love hole, because the lubrication which Buck had furnished was sufficient to facilitate entry. Then he began to fuck her brutally, his fingers digging into her sore bottom until she yelled in pain.
Then there was Kens turn, and after that, Hank's.
When all four boys had finished with her, Marva was crying softly, her face twisted to one side and her eyes closed.
Buck felt a sort of contrition for her, but it didn't last very long. "Haul her into another room, you guys, and you can let Elsie and Ruth teach her how girls do it," he suggested.
Davy and Ken quickly seized poor Marva by the elbows, making her yell in pain, and forced her to her feet. Pinching her titties and pussy and belly and sore bottom, they shoved her onward back into the bedroom where Elsie and Ruth were still amusing themselves with the helpless, bound Jane. Jane was haggard because she had already been girl rubbed twice, and after her violent fucking and whipping, the comparative tenderness of the two "mamas" had served to waken her deeper emotions and drawn her towards climax. She lay sprawled and whimpering, and Ruth and Elsie, who were both naked by now, giggled and pretended to put their hands over their pussies when the boys entered, dragging the sobbing and defeated Marva between them.
"Hey, Ruth, Elsie," Buck called, "you can work over this little bitch and teach her how to have some fun, get me? We're gonna have ourselves a beer. It was hard work taming that little wildcat, I can tell you."
CHAPTER XI
"Big Ed" Dalton had made a sensational haul the same afternoon that Marva and Jane had got themselves lured onto the motorbikes of Buck and Davy, and taken to the gang's headquarters in the little abandoned farmhouse off Highway 101.
The heavy-set, towheaded and moronic gang leader, though loyal in his own irascible way to the mature waitress Marge, had begun to think it was time for new pussy. After all, Marge was nearing thirty, and she sure wouldn't get any younger or better looking. Sure, she contributed quite a few ideas, and she'd sure helped initiate some of the "debs" when it had been time for pussy-fun and finagling and stuff. She had even suggested a couple of quick raids on certain stores which weren't too well protected at certain times of the day. Sure, he owed Marge, but what the hell, he'd been her steady stud for over a month now, and she'd got her share of the loot, like a couple of new dresses and a new compact, and even a TV set which she could use once in a while on the old electric generator he and his buddies had just stolen about ten days ago in a store on the outskirts of LaMesa.
But this afternoon, while cruising out near Cuyatoga, which is exactly where he had found Marge in the first place. "Big Ed" and Dan Randall, a nineteen-year-old black-haired, chunky leather-jacketed tough who lived with a widowed uncle who was infirm and almost senile, had spied two of the tastiest pieces of cunt they'd ever laid eyes on.
What had happened was that a Pontiac had annoyed them by blowing its horn and trying to pass, and finally had. Both "Big Ed" and Dan Randall had shaken their fists and sworn that one day they'd settle accounts. And fate had played a cruel hand so far as the occupants of the Pontiac were concerned and, for the two toughs, had brought about the day of reckoning on the very same day the reckoning had been thought up.
"Big Ed" and Dan had stopped at a roadside hamburger stand for two cheeseburgers and cokes. Greatly refreshed, they'd been talking about pulling a heist, on a little food store about a mile north down the road and getting some supplies and maybe a coupla bucks the mamas could use for pretties. When they got back on their bikes and revved up down the road, there had been this same Pontiac stalled off the road, with a woman in the front seat desperately trying to start up the motor, which she'd already flooded. It didn't take any dummy to see she'd already flooded it and done a pretty good job, and also that there was something wrong with her transmission and carburetor too.
"Big Ed" had taken one look at the woman in the driver's seat and then at the one beside her, and let out a low whistle of admiration. Dan had imitated him. They were obviously mother and daughter, and they were stacked. They were also beautifully dressed. It meant dough, maybe a snatch for dough, and ransom. It was risky, but it was worth trying. First of all, they had Nevada license plates.
"So "Big Ed" had got off his bike and gone over to the car and tipped his helmet and glasses up and said in a wheedling voice which he could assume on occasion when he wanted to make a good impression, "What's the trouble, lady? Maybe me and my pal could help, we're sort of good on cars and bikes and stuff."
"Oh, could you? That'd be wonderful! My daughter and I started out yesterday from Reno to visit my cousin in San Diego, and I'm afraid I drove this car too hard and it just won't go any more. And I tried to stop a couple of cars down the way, but nobody'll stop and help."
"That's the way people are in California, Lady," the leader of the "Leather Lashers" grinned. "Lemme get into the car and fiddle around and see what's the problem. Dan, open up the hood and take a squint, huh?"
So Dan had opened the hood, and first of all there was an ignition wire that was frayed, and the oil pipe was leaking, and the car was in one helluva mess. It only had about thirty thousand miles on it, but it had just been driven badly and not given enough care. In the front seat, with the two females huddling towards the right-hand window, "Big Ed" had fiddled around and found out exactly what he had known in the first place. The car was a dead duck and it would take at least a day for repair, maybe more.
"Tell you what, lady," he said as he lit a cigarette and stared appraisingly at this snatch of snatch-which in his moronic mind was a helluva joke. "I can give you and your daughter a lift on our bikes down to a repair shop I know down the road a piece, and he'll come back and fix your car up good. Maybe there's a motel you can stay in a while. You ain't gonna go nowhere in this car, lady. It's shot."
"Oh dear! But aren't we kind of close to San Diego?"
"Mebbe about forty miles. Don't worry, this is the best way. There ain't no bus on this highway or nothing else. And they don't hitchhike around here much-folks are sort of scared. You never know what you might pick up." This was an ironic wink to Dan, who winked back.
The older woman looked at her daughter and said dubiously, "What do you think, Sarah dear?"
"I think he's very nice to be so helpful, Mother," the daughter replied. "Anyhow, didn't I say you ought to have taken this car to the shop before you started out to see Cousin Sue? Anyway, it's beginning to look a little bit like rain, and I'd just as soon stay overnight here as try to go on to San Diego tonight, even if it is only forty miles."
"Well, maybe you're right dear. But-er-well-" turning to "Big Ed" with an appealing look, the older woman asked, "How can we possible ride those bikes?"
"It's easy, lady," the gang leader grinned. "You just sit behind me, hold on tight, and we're there before you know it. Nothin' to it. I'll take you, lady, and Dan can have your kid."
"Well, I guess it's the best way out of this terrible situation," the older woman sighed. The gang leader got out of the car and stood beside it, with another wink to Dan to be ready.
They had really captured a prize of two prime pieces of pussy this time. The mother was about thirty-six, with short-bobbed dark brown curls, a milky skin, and a kind of helplessly attractive face, the kind that always rouses the beast in a man. The girl, on the other hand, was about five-feet-seven, rather slim, just a little past seventeen. She wore a minidress which snowed magnificent long legs in smoke-colored pantyhose, and her bubbies were high-perched, closely spaced, big pears. She had an insolent face, a small ripe mouth and petulant, full lower lip, hazel eyes that looked right down at "Big Ed" and told him that she felt that he was just a little bit uncouth. She had raven-black hair which feel to her shoulders, with a straight fringe across the top of her forehead. Her skin was wonderfully creamy, while her mother's was the color of pale, clotted milk.
"I'll show you how easy it is, lady," the gang leader straightened his bike. "Here, you just straddle over that seat, see? And then I'll get on ahead of ya, and you putcher arms around me. My name's Ed. Ed Dalberg,"
Purposely he gave a false name, hoping that his sidekick, Dan, would get the idea. Dan did.
"I'm Dan Rority," the chunky younger tough said to Sarah. "Just do what your mom does, and you'll be great. C'mon, there's lots of room on this bike."
"We're awfully grateful. My name is Mrs. Thelma Haskins, and this is my daughter Sarah," the dark brown-haired matron made the introductions. She was wearing a dark brown cotton dress of very expensive cut, a little felt turban, and carrying a purse with a good deal of money in it. It was necessary for her to hoist her skirt a little and show her dimpled round knees and a little of her plump thighs in beige-colored nylons, in order to straddle over the seat of the motorbike. She blushed as she noticed that "Big Ed" was staring at her legs, but he gave her such a frank smile of admiration that she blushed again out of secret titillation.
Thelma Haskins has just divorced her husband on grounds of adultery, and he hadn't been there to contest it. He had also given her quite a sizable cash settlement, and she was thinking of visiting her cousin and making some inquiries about putting Sarah into one of the better women's colleges, because she had always heard that California had excellent educational systems.
Sarv was a problem child in more ways that Thelma Haskins knew. Not only was she insolent, but she secretly hated boys. She was secretly a dyke, and perhaps it was intuition and instinct which had led her mother to decide that moving from Reno to California might be a good change of venue for her daughter. For Sarah had been reluctant to come along on this vacation trip because she had been involved with a torrid pussy-rubbing affair with a cocktail waitress in one of the Reno nightclubs. The waitress had introduced her to the use of a dildo, so that while technically Sarah was virgin to the male, she had no cherry-a circumstance which "The Leather Lashers" were going to be overjoyed to find out about.
For Sarah, it was no problem fitting herself behind ,Dan, since her miniskirt already revealed even more of her legs than her mother believed was proper. Thelma Haskins was somewhat frustrated and neurotic, because for the past few years her husband had neglected her in bed and concentrated on his pussy-chasing. He had been a sort of jack-rabbit lover to begin with, so she had never really known what a good come was like. She was destined to learn and it would be her benefactor himself who would teach her the joys of a digging prick in a tender and neglected cunt!
They revved up their motor and started down the highway, heading towards the rendezvous. Since Thelma wasn't too certain of directions, she wasn't aware that they were going away from San Diego, rather than towards it. Sarah, on the other hand, who always tried to show off her knowledge, called out to Dan, "Aren't we going the wrong way?"
"Short cut, honey," he called back without taking his eyes off the road. "You hang on tight, baby. I don't want to have you smashed all over the highway. You're stuff."
"Just keep your remarks to yourself," Sarah said snippily. Dan didn't say anything, but what he was thinking would have made Sarah wet her pantyhose with apprehension . . .
When they turned off the highway and made their way down the dirt road which vanished entirely after a mile or two before they got to the abandoned farmhouse, even Thelma herself was becoming worried.
"Where's that repair shop you were telling me about?" she inquired anxiously.
"We have to stop and get some fuel for our bikes. It's still a ways down the road. Don't you worry-you'll be fine," the leader of 'The Leather Lashers" reassured her. But once the bikes were put away and the two females found themselves in front of this abandoned house hidden in a ravine out of sight from a higher level because of the thick buffalo grass saplings and other foliage which grew abundantly in this area, Sarah called out to Thelma, "I don't like this at all, Mother."
"Y'don't, baby?" Dan came up to her and put his hand against the back of her neck. "Mmmmm, just like a kitten, real soft and nice. Betcha you got other soft things I like to play with, Sarah baby."
'Take your filthy hands off me!" the young black-haired girl whirled and slapped Dan's face.
"Oh-oh, you oughtn't to have done that, bitch!" he growled. "You're gonna have to learn a lesson. Let's take these broads in, Big Ed, and see who's around."
"Now wait a minute, young man!" Mrs. Haskins cried, but the leader of the "Leather Lashers" had seized her, doubled her wrists behind her back, and was forcing her by bumping her from behind with his knee toward the door of the farmhouse.
As the two entered with their prizes, they heard the squeals and sobs and entreaties of both Marva and Jane. They could also see from the abandoned clothes of the teenagers lying on the floor near the couch that there had been a little action in their absence, and they grinned at each other.
"Hey there! Front and center."
"Big Ed" bellowed. "Help me with these new bitches. We've got some new debs to 'nishiate!"
"Let us go-oh my God-they trapped us-they tricked us-" Thelma wailed.
"I know, Mother, and it's all your fault," Sarah said snippily. "I told you they were going the wrong way, but no, you wouldn't listen."
"Now you listen for a change, you snotty little black-haired slut."
"Big Ed" snarled doubling his fist and shaking it into Sarah's suddenly scared face, "I give the orders here, and you're gonna dance to them, hear? You and your mom are gonna give us guys some fun. If you're nice and do it good, we won't rough ya up much. Hell, we'll even take you back to San Diego beach, in your birthday suits, hawhawhaw!"
Ken, Hank, Davy and Buck now emerged from the back room where they had been amusing themselves watching Ruth and Elsie girl-love the two weeping teenage captives Marva and Jane. When Mrs. Haskins and her daughter saw the boys emerge, their leather jackets unbuttoned, their flies open and their pricks dangling out, they uttered shrikes of horror and tried to run for the door, but their captors were too much for them.
"Hey, look what I got."
"Big Ed" chortled, tearing away Thelma's purse and flinging it to Ken. Ken rummaged in it at once.
"Holy Cripes! Ed, there's over two hundred bucks here, and some credit cards and stuff."
"Keep it. That'll pay for their keep," the gang leader chuckled. "Who you got in the back room there, yelling like that?"
"Oh, a couple new debs me and Davy picked up in LaMesa," Buck explained with a leer. "Real sexy stuff, Ed. The black-haired one's mine."
"Okay with me. We got pussy here galore, and I ain't sure yet whether or not I'm gonna take Sarah for my mama, or her mom, Thelma. I sort of like Thelma a little better, account 'a she's stacked and she knows what fuckin's all about. Say, Sarah cutie, speak up when you're spoken to-you ever been fucked?"
"No, you filthy beast, you mind your tongue!" Sarah gasped, turning scarlet with mortification, even though she was really scared.
"That's another coupla extra licks you get with the belt on your bare ass, Sarah honey, when paddlin' time comes around," the gang leader jeered. "Buck, go up and tie and gag those little bitches you got. I suppose they're all naked?"
"Sure, that's the best way."
"Yeah. Anyhow, I don't want to hear them yellin'-I want to hear these two start when we make debs out of them," the gang leader sniggered.
Ken, Davy, Buck and Hank now took charge of the two frantic captives, twisting their arms behind their backs, forcing them down on the couch where they tied their wrists behind them, then their ankles.
"Now then, you two," the gang leader drawled with an obscene grin on his ugly face, "you're gonna answer a few questions, then we'll see what we'll do with you."
"You'd better let us go or you'll get into awful trouble. You can be put in the gas chamber for kidnapping," Sarah called out.
"Well, howdy a like that, you guys? We got a real smart bimbo here, but she's dumb in other ways. She jist said she'd never been fucked. Wonder if she's ever blown a guy. Have you, Sarah honey?"
"You shut your filthy mouth!" Sarah said with a frantic gasp, turning even redder than she had been before. The expression was one she had heard before, and the idea revolted her. The idea of servicing these leather-jacketed monsters, after she had used her mouth and tongue so lovingly on Marjorie Cordell, the waitress back in Reno, made her want to throw up.
How about you, Thelma?" the chief of the gang turned to contemplate the struggling, fuming matron. "You know how to blow a guy, huh?"
"I-I don't know what you mean-oh for God's sake, let us go-why do you want to keep us here like this?"
"Well, if that isn't the dumbest question I ever heard a broad ask," Dan grumbled. "I'll bet she don't know nothin'. "
"Hell, she knew enough to get this cute piece of cunt, so don't knock it till you've seen it," his superior grinned again, and Thelma Haskins turned scarlet with embarrassment at the obscene implication.
"But we're gonna find out all these things, and what they don't know, we'll teach 'em. Isn't that right?" the gang leader grinned wickedly.
"Of course, of course." the group chorused.
"Now I hope," said "Big Ed" with a leering wink. That none of the rest of the twirps show up, 'cause I got a certain yen in my cock and balls for these two sweet bitches. I mean, we get some more guys here, everybody'll want to fuck and they'll spoil the merchandise. We got six guys here now, and that's plenty. Besides, we still got the bimbos, yeah, Marge too. She told me she was gonna head back here about six, afer she handles a special job I lined her up with. Well, that's plenty for fun and games, huh?"
"Right on!" Davy cackled, wanting to make a good impression on "Big Ed." He jerked his thumb towards Sarah. "Damn shame I didn't see her first, though, 'cause I already got me a new mama. I'd just as soon take her, though."
"You'll take shit. I'm the leader here and you'll do what I say."
"Big Ed" rejoined with a warning look that made even Davy quail. "Davy and me, we found these bimbos, so we get first crack at their cracks. Yeah, that's pretty good, that is. Both their cracks, get what I mean?"
"Y'mean all three, "Big Ed, don'tcha?" Dan put in with a lewd gesture to his mouth. "Didn't you talk about blowing just then?"
"Goddamn if Dan ain't smarter than I am, this one time," the leader chortled. "Yeah, sure, mouth, honey hole and twat. Three cracks. Well, they're all gonna be cracked tonight. Hey, we got enough chow on hand and pop and wine and stuff?"
"Sure, only that damn Sterno stove you brought ain't workin' too good, Big Ed." Ruth now spoke up. She had put on a tattered man's shirt, the ends of which just covered her pussy-fur, and she wore bobby socks and sandals, the rest of her being bare as nature itself. Thelma looked at her and uttered a horrified cry, then reddened to see such indecency.
"You're delinquents!" she gasped. "I've read of such things, where teenagers run away from their homes and all that sort of thing. I'll bet you've got drugs, too. Oh, Sarah, Sarah, get the police r
"Oh sure, you hafta get the police," the leader of the gang teased. "like so many horse apples, sister. Hey, Ruthie, wriggle that sweet ass of yours out into the kitchen and see if you find a coupla bottles of pop. You got ice for that container, didn'tcha?"
"Yeah, sure, this morning, Big Ed."
"Good. For once you used your brains instead of your twat. Now go get me a bottle, I'm thirsty as hell. Can't fuck when I'm thirsty like this."
Ruth hurried into the kitchen and brought out a bottle of Coke, hastily uncapped it and brought it to the gang leader. He tilted back his head, poured the bottle down towards his gaping mouth, and the two captive females watched in horrified fascination as his big Adam's apple shifted and bobbed. At last he put down the empty bottle.
"Mmmmm, that was good! Now I'm gittin' more in the mood for snatch," he jeered. "First, I'm gonna take me a look at those two bimbos you guys picked up. Underage stuff, ain't they? San Quentin quail?
"Yeah, but can they fuck once they get their asses canned, Big Ed!" Davy put in, anxious to gain favor with his chief, eagerly vouching for Marva and Jane.
The perverted, moronic gang chief left the living room and went into the room with the old cot, staring greedily at the teenaged naked captives, gagged and bound now at his orders. He smacked his lips in anticipation. "I'll take care of you two bitches later," he promised. "Right now we got other things to do." He reached down and squeezed one of Jane's titties, then playfully pulled a sprig of pussy-hair out of Marva's cunt. Both girls writhed and mumbled through their gags. Big Ed broke into laughter, then strode back to the living roov.
"First, I wanna see what they've got. Strip 'em down to the undies," he commanded. Ken and Hank rushed to the couch and dragged Thelma Haskins onto her feet.
"Oh no-no-don't hurt me-please-you can have all my money and everything, only don't hurt me, please don't-oh, you're tearing my clothes, oh no-no, please don't!" she wailed. "Oh my God-please don't-oh help-oh my God-police-please help!"
They had ripped off her dress and slip, exposing her in a strap-on-bandeau secured to a lycra panty girdle. Her big, closely-spaced bubbles, without any noticeable sag, excited them, and Hank ripped off the bra. With her wrists bound behind her, Thelma shrieked because she could not cover her titties from all those gleaming eyes. She tried to twist her body around to face the wall, but the two young toughs forced her to stand there, facing the young rowdies, showing everything she had from her neck down to the waist.
"Nice," the leader smacked his lips. "I'll bet there is lot of milk in those udders, hawha-whaw! Okay, now for little Sarah!"
"Noooo-don't you dare-and take your filthy hands off me-no-Mother, they're taking off all my clothes-help me-oh Mother-oh God-oh, you awful filthy bastards!" Sarah screamed, her voice rising to a piercing cry as Buck and Davy ripped off her minidress and then her bra, leaving her in just pantyhose and sandals. Her big pear-shaped bubbies jiggled gloriously as she squirmed and twisted in their grasp. They turned her around now, showing a deeply hollowed slim back, a magnificent ass comprising two broad, firm ovals, upstandingly set, with a narrow but gradually deepening furrow as it neared the base. Davy, his left hand on the scruff of Sarah's neck, raised his right palm and gave her a hard, stinging slap across the right summit of her bottom, and Sarah uttered another piercing screech.
"Ohhh! Don't touch me-don't!"
"Now set them back down and tell them to behave themselves, you guys," the leader of the gang said as he stretched and scratched himself. "Where the fuck is Marge?"
What no one knew at the time was that Marge had gone back to Cuyatoga to case a small electronic supply shop that had plenty of radios, TV sets, and being only a little way off the highway, was a natural for a quick robbery. But Marge had got herself into trouble, and at the moment she, too, was a captive.
Her past had caught up with her. Marge had been married to a weakling. She had been sixteen at the time, and the marriage had lasted just four years. Marge's hot blood had thinned because of his lack of ability to fuck a girl properly and as often as she wanted. However, after the divorce, she had gone on to Los Angeles to work in a company run by a distant cousin of her mother's. His name was Bill Cecil, and he had forced her to spread her legs in order to hold her job, a liaison which went on for three years, until she broke it off in despair.
Bill Cecil had brought some of his friends over and informed her that she was going to have to earn her room and board by spreading for his friends as well as for himself. So then she had run away and become a waitress, which was where "Big Ed" had met her. Bill Cecil had retired from the company, after selling out his interest. He had a sweetheart in Cuyatoga and he had been visiting her this particular afternoon at about the time Marge had been casing the electronics shop, as fate would have it, and the girl had noticed Marge looking around, acting generally suspicious. She phoned Bill Cecil, who was staying at a motel on the edge of town, and he had come over.
Bill Cecil was now forty, with a hawk-like nose, a sarcastic face and even more sarcastic tongue, lean, wiry and hairy. He was a rutting bull in bed so Marge hadn't had to complain on that score, except that he made her do a few tricks she didn't care for-now, however, as "Big Ed's" mama, she did them and more. She still hadn't cared to blow a man, nor had she particularly liked to have a man finger her bum hole. Bill Cecil had told her, just about the time she'd run away, that some of his friends liked to string girls up and whip them and then brown them. Marge knew she'd never be able to go for a thing like that.
So now, just as she had been about to leave on the big motorbike that "Big Ed" had stolen for her and ride back to the gang headquarters to continue the good work begun on Jane and Marva, Bill Cecil had driven up in a brand new Thunderbird, bounded out of the car and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Not so fast, sister!" he had called. "You've been hanging around this place for an hour now, and I've got a pretty good idea why."
"You lemme go, Mister-hey-you-oh Jesus!" Marge had groaned, her face falling as she recognized Bill Cecil.
"Yeah! Come to think of it, I know you, bitch! Hell, I've laid you enough times! But what are you doing in that getup? Are you a ass or a hippie now? No, I got it! You're shacking up with some motorbike gangster-that's about your speed. Well, well, well, if it isn't a small world! Hey, Dorothy, come out here-I got the thieving little bitch."
CHAPTER XII
Marge tried to kick Bill, but he clouted her along the side of the jaw and stunned her. Meanwhile his sweetheart Dorothy Maxton, a tall, sharp-featured but slinky twenty-four-year-old short-bobbed brunette, had hurried out of the electronic supply shop and grabbed Marge by the wrist. The two of them dragged her back into the shop and into the storage room.
"Quick, Dottie," Bill panted, "lock up the store and put out the 'Closed Till Tomorrow' sign. I've got a little settling to do with this bitch."
"Didn't she used to be your darling once, honey?" Dorothy asked.
"You're right. We shacked up for a while, but she was a little thief."
"You goddamn liar you, Bill!" Marge panted, as she struggled with her two captors. "You know damn well what you did to me! You kept me on my back humping for you for about three years to hold my crummy job, and then you pulled the real deal of all time. You wanted to have your buddies fuck me whenever they wanted to, and you know it!"
"Go on, you're probably peddling it for free now, you slut," Bill sneered. "Dorothy, you've always wanted to whip a girl, haven't you?"
An evil light glowed in the dark-blue eyes of the tall brunette. She had a somewhat angular face with high-set cheekbones, and her mouth was too small and a bit too thin to be ailed really pretty. But she had a magnificent pair of pearshaped titties, and a long sleek bottom which undulated and shifted the cheeks whenever she walked, and lithe springy long calves and thighs which had got Bill mad for her pussy. They were actually going to be married, and he had been courting her for about seven months.
Dorothy had grown up in Eureka in Northern California. Her mother had remarried a man who was as lecherous as they ever came, and even though Dorothy was only fifteen and did not have the lovely development she now boasted nor the smooth, tawny complexion (hers was then a bit pitted with acne), he nonetheless had had the hots for her. One evening when her mother was out playing bridge with a group of high-school alumni friends, Dorothy's stepfather had coaxed her into his bedroom to "show her something." What he had to show her was both his belt and a prick, and the one came down because she wouldn't take the other. She had kicked him in the shin and made her escape, and they had sent her to a juvenile home for about a year. Later, her mother had seen the error of her ways and divorced the stepfather, and then promptly remarried again, and decided to move all the way out to Trenton, New Jersey.
Dorothy was therefore left an orphan at the age of about fifteen, and the juvenile home which had been picked for her by the court was an unhappy choice. There was a head matron there named Mrs. Gardenheimer, with a moustache on her upper lip, thick bifocals, fat as a waddling duck, with a sour body odor and a mean disposition. She was forty-nine, and one of the jokes among the young teenaged inmates at that particular home, which was located near Pittsburgh, California, was that if she had it in for you, you were bound to "swing on the Garden Gate," This quaint pun meant simply that Mrs. Gardenheimer had in her private chambers an iron fence-like door which was fixed to a post centered in the middle of the floor. It would swing, and it had handcuffs on the one side up at the top and another pair of cuffs at the bottom on the other side. The culprit was fixed to it with her ankles turned out and twisted painfully and her feet pointing in opposite directions with the ankle cuffs locking her ankles on the side she faced, while her wrists went into the other set of cuffs on the other side at the top. In this pose, the least movement was torture, because of the twisting of the ankles. It was her favorite sport to have a prisoner stripped naked except perhaps for sneakers and bloomers, put on the gate by two other matrons, and then tickled with a feather for a time until Mrs. Gardenheimer grew weary of that sport. Meanwhile, the girl's squirmings and wrigglings would agonize her already tractioned and twisted muscles in ankles and calves and knees, and by the time Mrs. Gardenheimer was ready to use her favorite implement of an old leather sole on the girl's naked seat, she was just about ready to do anything-even to gamming the sourish, evil-smelling loins of the cruel matron.
Dorothy bravely refused to muff dive, and she suffered three hour-long applications of the "Garden gate." It was so-called because one of Mrs. Gardenheimer's favorite matrons, herself a venomous lesbian, would come in and take hold of the edge of the gate and swing it back and forth with the girl on it, while Mrs. Gardenheimer sat in a swivel-chair, wearing just her slip and sandals, guzzling gin which she held in a glass with her left hand while she leaned out with her leather sole to take a swipe at the wriggling, reddening naked ass swinging before her from side to side.
From this experience which lasted three years until her eighteenth birthday, Dorothy had received a traumatic conditioning against being whipped. It was shameful and painful, and when it was combined with a coercion to lesbianism, it was absolutely odious to her. When released, she was given a job as a clerk in a small department store in a little city where the institution was located. The manager had his eye on her, but not for her work, rather for her body. He made the usual proposition, and Dorothy slapped him. Instead of reporting her to the president of the firm or firing her, the unscrupulous manager decided to enjoy her pussy under coercion. He took her down to the basement one evening, presumably to help him with inventory, and there tied her up by her wrists to an overhead beam, so that her feet just touched the floor, and slowly undressed her down to her stockings and garter belt. Then, taking his belt, he whipped her so viciously that Dorothy at last agreed to be fucked and also to French him.
She was actually wanted for assault in that town, because a week later, profiting when there was a crowd around the time clock, she edged into the throng near the manager, and stabbed him in the back with a paring knife, leaving the knife in the wound while she ran out in the melee and made good her escape.
By the time she was twenty-one, she was working as a salesclerk in a Los Angeles lingerie shop, but the proprietress happened to be a butch and, after about a year, decided that Dorothy should share her bed. Dorothy thought otherwise, but the madam had a girlfriend who teamed forces, stripped Dorothy naked, tied her up to a couch and blindfolded her, and then both women took turns whipping her bottom and the insides of her thighs until she finally weepingly agreed to gamahuch and pussy rub them both.
It was no wonder therefore, that Dorothy relished using the whip herself, considering how often she had suffered it. And the prospect now of punishing this busty, mature woman in jeans and a pullover sweater and sneakers-for Dorothy had discarded the pair of jackboots which her lover "Big Ed" had given her in favor of the sneakers so that she could case the joint and prepare for a robbery-thrilled her inexpressibly.
There was a trapdoor at the back of the electrical novelty shop, which opened to a descending narrow ladder-like flight of stairs. Dorothy and Bill dragged Marge over to it, and then let her down, so that her. feet were kicking in empty space. "We'll drop you, bitch unless you climb down that ladder yourself," Bill snarled so Marge did, glowering and making threats of reprisal which she knew at the moment she was powerless to carry out.
The two of them then scrambled down the ladder and grabbed Marge before she could think of getting back on the ladder and escaping. Bill cuffed her around, while Dorothy found a length of rope and tied Marge's hand behind her back. Then they dragged her over to an empty barrel, bent her over it, and pulled down her jeans. That is, Dorothy pulled them down while Bill squatted down on and held Marge down by the shoulders. Her curses and threats were violent now, and when her panties were ripped off and her spacious and excitingly contoured naked ass came into view, Dorothy purred. "Oh lover, is she built! I just want to whip this bitch until she bleeds!"
"You've got my permission, baby. I owe her," Bill snarled."
"You crummy mother-fucker!" Marge shrieked beside herself with humiliation and rage. "I ought to go to the cops and tell them what I know about you and what you made me do to keep my lousy job! Owwww!" At the end of her tirade, she uttered a shrieking cry of pain, because Dorothy had taken the rubber tube of an enema bag and, doubling, lashed Marge solidly across the ripest part of her jutting naked ass. Frenziedly the ex-waitress kicked one leg and then both into the air and threatened to topple off the barrel. They decided then to take a rope and tie it around her waist so that she couldn't evade her punishment. And after this was done, Marge was really helpless. She could kick all she liked, but with her wrists bound behind her back, and the rope tightly compressing her waist against the round wooden cask, she had no other recourse but to lie there and take her medicine.
Dorothy applied about forty strokes of the doubled rubber tube, till Marge's shrieks had turned to raucous, wordless groans and horse sobbing. Her bottom was blazing, and many of the earlier marks were turning purple.
Dorothy Maxton panted, "I've got another idea, Bill. Want to see me do it?" She held up the enema bag. Sweating, her eyes glistening, she stirred Bill enormously and he felt his prick grow hard.
"A great idea. Clean the dirty bitch out. And then we'll fig her, and I'll spank her myself," he promised.
Dorothy didn't know the meaning of the word "fig", but Marge did and she yelled like one possessed as she tried to kick herself loose. About two months, ago, just before she had joined forces with "Big Ed," she had seen another rival gang further on down the highway and nearer Encino capture a cute freckle faced coppery-red-haired girl of about seventeen, who had been a gang member and who had apparently broken the law by going with a boyfriend from a rival gang. They had tied her over a crate and whipped hell out of her, Marge remembered, because she had been invited to watch and also invited to join-though at the time she wasn't ready for such an alliance. It had taken "Big Ed" and his brutal brand of fucking and mastery over a helpless female to rouse her to the point she really wanted to have her jollies in. But she had watched anyway, and learned a good deal.
After they had whipped the poor girl till she was bawling for mercy, one of the girls brought along an enema bag just like the one Dorothy was now using, filled with hot water and soapsuds. All of the contents were infiltrated into the girl's anus, while two boys held her bottom-cheeks open so she could receive the offering.
And the girl who had given her the enema, took a glycerin suppository which was coated with burning menthol, and stuck it right into her asshole to plug her up. This was what was called "figging." Then all of them gathered round the unfortunate victim and began to spank her lustily with a hairbrush, the flat of their hands, a belt or switch or ruler or a piece of wood picked up from the ground. And all the time her bowels were in an uproar and she wanted desperately to evacuate them, but the suppository had been put in in such a way that she couldn't. She almost died of agony, and she was a mass of sweat.
So now Marge remembered with a worried and sinking sensation that maybe this vindictive hussy who had helped her former blackmailing lover Bill capture her had in mind a similar procedure . . . which was exactly what Dorothy was thinking.
The tall brunette looked around the basement, and finally her eyes gleamingly rested on a can of thick motor oil. "I've just got the right thing for this bitch, because she needs a change of oil, anyway," she quipped. "Open up that ass of hers and get it ready for me, lover!"
Bill chuckled, glimpsing the can, and at once gleaming the fiendish idea of his fianc'. "I'm way ahead of you, Dottie baby. Well now, Marge honey, it's like old times, isn't it? I always did have a yen for a nice piece of your ass, and right now it looks as if I'm going to get it, doesn't it?"
"You go rot in hell, you cocksucking lousy cowardly bastard," Marge swore through choking sobs and tears, for her bottom blazed like fury and being bent over this hard-surfaced barrel was hardly any fun, either, her pussy rasping against the coarse wood and the rope cutting into her waist cruelly.
"Temper, temper, baby," he chided. Stepping behind her and to the left, he raised his right hand and gave her a tremendous spank on the right ass-cheek, followed by one on the left, which took the breath out of her and then made her lift her face and utter wildly hoarse shouts of agony.
Then, chuckling at his own ingenuous addition to the young woman's penance, he dug his fingers into her swollen ass-cheeks and yawned them mercilessly apart as Dorothy now approached and inserted the nozzle between the puckering lips of Marge's plump asshole. With all her might, the young woman tried to expel the invading object, and at the same time to clench shut her behind and to diminish it, but all these maneuvers were impossible. Then with a wailing scream, she announced the slow trickling of the thick, vicious, dark motor oil into her asshole. Grinding her teeth, her eyes blazing with tears, she moaned and squirmed, digging her fingernails into her sweating palms almost to the blood.
Every drop in the can was inserted where Dorothy wanted it. Then, having found an old wooden cork which apparently had once belonged to a wine bottle long ago imbibed and disposed of, she nodded to her lover to keep holding Marge's bum hole open, and inserted the cock as far as it would go.
Marge let out a roar of pain, and began to try to kick. The two conspirators stepped away and enjoyed visually the sight of Marge's striped and darkening ass-cheeks, with the obscene cork just stocking out of the apex between the globes.
Tm so hot, Bill, I need it," Dorothy panted as she began to strip naked down to garter belt and hose. Bill didn't wait. All he had to do was zip down his fly and he was rampant and raring to go.
Dorothy went down on her knees and kissed his cock in almost reverence, caressing the backs of his legs with her slim hands. Then she rose, putting one hand to his cock and the other to her quim which she opened, steered him into her and then flung her arms around his neck, arching up on tiptoe and began to thrust herself back and forth, doing all the work of fucking.
He stood there, amused by her antics, and also violently aroused. With hands on her hips, he guided her, and from the squeezes and pressures, Dorothy could tell when he was going to cram forward and when he was going to pull back.
Both of them were excited by the sobs and groans of poor Marge tied over the barrel and fighting the horrid inroads of the lubricant they had flooded into her rectal sheath.
"Now then, you bitch, you can give me some answers," Bill said hoarsely as, after his violent come into Dorothy's twat, the two lovers had separated and he was smoking a cigarette. "What were you doing around here?"
"You go straight to hell-ooohhh-it's griping me, for God's sake, lemme go to the can!"
Marge suddenly wailed, turning her congested face towards him, tears running down her cheeks. Her teeth were chattering from the frenzied effort and commotion and tumult going on in her bowels.
"Tough titty, kid. Now if you'd been nicer to me back in Los Angeles, we might have got along fine. As it is, I just love to watch you wriggle that big ass, Marge, and get it where the getting's good. And you haven't answered my question. Dorothy, baby, see that fly swatter over there on that old crate? It's dusty, but I think we can put it to good use and dust off Marge's tail."
Dorothy giggled as she hurried to get the flyswatter and bring it to her lover. He put his left hand on the chin bone of Marge's back, lifted the flyswatter and began to spank her very noisily and quickly.
Her bottom nodded and jerked, and her screams became desperate and frenzied, and the words incoherent in her babbling tumult of sonic proof of her suffering.
And so, while Marge groaned and squirmed, grinding her teeth and closing her eyes and trying to keep the pain from exploding inside of her, Dorothy and Marge's former sadistic blackmailing lover fucked there, standing in the basement of the shop which Marge was casing for the purpose of having it robbed by the "Leather Lashers."
CHAPTER XIII
Back at the abandoned farmhouse, Mrs. Thelma Haskins and her seventeen-year-old daughter Sarah had been stripped down totally naked, not ever their sandals and pumps being allowed them. Their wrists roped behind their backs, and a rope around their waists, they were made to kneel side by side. Thelma was groaning, trying to keep her thighs very tight to hide the fact that her pussy bush was extremely thick and hairy, which drew cruel jibes from both the young girls and the precociously oversexed leather jacketed toughs who stood in front of her and her daughter and mocked her suffering.
As for Sarah, she was dying of shame and indignation, and now fear had crept into her. She knew that they were going to fuck her, and she knew the word. She loathed it, just as she had loathed it when her sweet darling back in school had taught her how wonderful it was when two girls came together with purity and love and affection instead of the cruel physical brutality of a male who only wanted his own way and didn't give a damn whether you had climax or not.
"Boy, are they stacked!" Dan licked his lips, his eyes feasting on Sarah's big pear-shaped titties. "Only they ain't told us yet just how much they know about prick and stuff like that, Big Ed."
"I know," the moronic gang leader grinned obscenely. "Only we're gonna have a little 'nitiation for these debs. Girls, start whoppin' ass good and hard. Maybe they'll talk after they've had a couple of dozen good hard licks!"
Ruth and Elsie had borrowed two of the heavy leather belts which Davy and Buck wore round their corduroy trousers. They had heavy buckles, and they used these as handles. Had they been of the opposite sex, they would doubtless have used the buckled ends for the lashing. Nonetheless, the wide and thick dark brown belts, which resembled S.S. regimental issue and actually had been found in an old secondhand store in San Diego as a war souvenir, constituted a formidable whipping instrument all by themselves. They were broad and they were flexible and they wedded to the tender woman-flesh they kissed. Elsie had chosen to whip Sarah, while Ruth was all agog at the prospect of belting the mature mother, who looked fearfully over her shoulder and then began to cry out, "Oh don't beat us, we haven't done anything, you've got our money and everything else, please let us go, oh please?"
"Not so fast, bitch," the leader of the gang chuckled. "First you've gotta be 'nishiated, see? And you gotta answer all the questions I ask, or you'll keep getting your asses tanned till you do. Okay, girls, start 'em off!"
Simultaneously, Elsie and Ruth swung the heavy leather belts. Sarah uttered a wailing shriek as the belt clung to her jouncy bottom-globes, and lunged forward, pulling her mother with her. But Thelma herself was already crying out under the stinging kiss of the noisy whack which the belt made when it wrapped around the ripest curves of her jutting naked ass.
A second pair of lashes fell, then a third. Sarah was frantically trying to break her wrist-bonds, and turning back to revile her tormentress: "You dirty little cowardly bitch, if I were loose, you wouldn't do that to me, you stop that, you're hurting me!"
"Mamma's baby doesn't like her itsy bitsy bummy 'panked," Elsie sneered. Lifting the belt high, she brought it down with all her might in a diagonal cut over Sarah's behind which made the lovely, haughty young black-haired captive tilt back her head and shriek frantically in her suffering.
"Oh don't whip my daughter any more, don't whip her, please don't," Thelma begged, tears running down her face, she turned back to look at "Big Ed." He was standing with his hands on his hips, his stiff prick liberated from his trouser fly, grinning at her cruelly.
"Well, it's up to you bitch. You feel like answering any questions now?" he demanded.
Then she nodded, and Ruth promptly applied another swinging smack of the belt over the base of Thelma's ass-cheeks.
"Oww ohhhrrr, oh yes, I'll do anything if you'll only stop!" she screamed.
"All right, hold it, Ruth. We can always start up again if she don't answer right. Now then listen, Mrs. Haskins honey, how many dirty words do you know? I wanna hear you say 'em all, get me? Yell them out, all the dirty words you know. I'll give you one. Fuck. Now go on from there. Elsie baby, keep laying it on Sarah till she's ready to talk too."
"Oh no, I'll talk, don't let her hit me again! Aareeeeoouuuwwwouwww!! ! " Sarah's frantic wail was suddenly broken off by a rising screech as Elsie swung the belt diagonally over her shuddering and vividly welted bottom-cheeks.
"I guess she'll talk too. But Mamma has to answer the questions first. Go on, bitch, I'm waiting. All the dirty words you know. Help her along, Ruthie!"
"Sure, Big Ed." Ruth applied another searing cut of the broad thick belt over the lower summits of Thelma's throbbing naked behind.
"You repeated fuck, baby, so it don't count. Is that all you know?"
Once again the belt whacked noisily against Thelma's behind, and the unfortunate woman shrieked aloud, "Oh yes, I don't know anymore, oh please let me off, do whatever you want, but please stop whipping me!"
"Well now, that's a little better. Hold it, Ruthie." The leader walked slowly toward the sobbing, cringing naked matron, the swollen prick bobbing out of his pants as he came. He put his left hand to her chin and tilted it up, then stared greedily down at her tearstained, congested face: 'Tell you what, bitch. S'pose I teach you what some of these other words mean, huh? And where did you hear screw and roger, huh?"
"From my H-h-husband," Thelma faltered, so faintly that only he could hear it.
"I can't hear yah, speak up, so everybody can hear. Ruthie!"
"Oh no, don't have her whip me, I'll tell, I'll tell-my husband, my husband!! " Thelma fairly screamed it out, glancing frantically over her shoulder as the grinning Ruth lifted the belt slowly and awaited the gangleader's command.
"You just saved your ass a good one, baby. All right, so your hubby taught yah, and I s'pose you ain't got no hubby no more."
"N-n-no-"
"No what, you bitch?" he slapped her face.
"No s-s-sir!" Thelma wailed and burst into ignominious sobs at her own cowardice and shame and pain.
"Okay, cutie," the leader grinned crookedly. He sank down on his knees, and his hands began to squeeze Thelma's panting titties, while she twisted her face to one side and closed her eyes, whimpering in revulsion and terror. "You see, I'll bet you ain't been fucked for a hell of a long time. Ain't that right?"
And when she didn't answer, because her sobs were choking her, "Big Ed" pinched her nipples cruelly until she screamed, "No, no, I haven't, oh please let me be, oh you hurt, my poor breasts!"
"I'll poor breasts you, you crummy bitch! Now then, I'm really going to fuck you good. Sarah Baby, you better watch, because that's what you're gonna get pretty soon," he boasted.
Now, advancing himself, he made his prick-head press against the thick bush of Thelma's cunt. The woman quivering and shrank back, but he cuffed her savagely across the cheek. "Don't pull away like that, or else you'll get it from Ruthie!" he warned.
And then, cruelly squeezing and twisting her panting bubbies, he inserted himself and slowly dug inside to the hilt. Then he called to Ruth to lay on the best, which Ruth did with a will.
Soon Thelma was shrieking wildly, her hips wriggling and twisting, while "Big Ed" plowed back and forth insider her, quickening his lunges until the poor woman was frantic from the assault of both ends of her intimate person.
Suddenly he bellowed and shot his bubbling spunk deep into her womb. And then he pulled out, and stood, his prick greasy and dangling, as he stared mockingly at the blushing, horrified Sarah, down whose cheeks furious new fears began to descend. "You learn anything that time, honey?" he demanded.
"Oh God-oh let me out of here, oh I want Mother and me to get away from here, please!" she whimpered feverishly.
"Dan, I think you earned a piece of this little bitch's cunt. Tell me, Sarah baby, you ever been screwed before."
"Big Ed" cruelly asked as he cupped Sarah's shaking chin and forced the girl's tearstained face up as he leaned to her, his eyes devouring hers and dominating her.
"N-n-no," she moaned. "Oh please don't do it, I don't do it, I don't want to be-oh don't-I hate it-oh it's awful-Mother, help me!"
"Dan is gonna help you better, bitch," the gang leader laughed. "Go to it, show your stuff, Dan boy!"
Dan was only too eager to oblige. His prick was almost bursting as he knelt down facing the tethered and whimpering Sarah. His fingers dug into her whipped bottom-cheeks, and she screamed aloud in pain as he mercilessly sank them into the resilient, warm welted flesh. Then his prick thrust into the bush of her cunt, found the lips and thrust homeward till he felt her tight womb walls grip him.
Sarah's teeth were chattering, her head tilted back, her eyes mad and rolling in her revulsion. But at that moment "Big Ed" nodded to Elsie and the belt once again returned to its work of gracking, merciless sounds as it bit and stung and clung to the shuddering, swollen ass of the unfortunate young Sarah.
After both mother and daughter had been fucked in this way, Hank and Ken knelt down to take their turns, Ken with the mother, Hank with the daughter. Once again their prayers and tears availed them nothing. This was a longer fuck, and drew poor Sarah in spite of herself almost to the brink of come. Her consternation on finding that she was going to be forced to "pull a train" knew no bounds, when, after her second rapist had risen from her, Davy knelt down to take his place, while Buck knelt down to give it to the mother.
"Let's see who can make it last the longest, Davy," Buck joked as he goosed poor Thelma and made her squeal and lunge forward, only to be met by his unyielding prick which thrust through the thick bush of her cunt-hair and found its way into the moist and quaking sheath of her cunt.
"Suits me fine," Davy boasted. Now his fingers grasped Sarah's whip-welted bottom-globes as he screwed himself into her moist cunt, and then shoved violently to the very balls.
Then both young leather-jacketed toughs began to fuck their victims, while Sarah twisted her face towards her mother's, tears running down her cheeks, eyes tightly shut, and whimperingly begged for providence to save them.
After each victim had been violated three times, "Big Ed" called a halt for refreshments, and sandwiches and bottles of Coke were passed all around. The victims were given nothing, but continued to kneel there naked, tethered, half fainting with exhaustion and shame.
Then the youths changed partners, and the three boys who hadn't fucked Sarah before did so now in turn. The same went for poor Thelma, and at the end of the six rapes, they collapsed, lying on their sides, whimpering.
CHAPTER XIV
Old snoopy Mrs. Dougall had been a little worried when evening fell and she hadn't seen Jane come back home. And then she remembered that she had once seen a few leather-jacketed boys circling the neighborhood on motor bikes. With her usual instinct for alarm, she went to the telephone and called the police. A minute later she was talking to a sergeant about what she had seen and the fact that the next-door neighbor's daughter Jane Palmer had gone out and hadn't come back home yet. The sergeant promised he would look, and called all units, "Probably some juvenile delinquents, but the old lady's worried. Some kid hasn't come home, and she usually snoops to see what's going on over there, that's my guess. But you better check it out. Anyhow, we've had a few reports from storeowners about vandalism and thefts from these damn would be Hell's Angels. Take a look down the highway on all sides."
Thus unwittingly old Mrs. Dougall put into effect the forces of law and order which were to save Marva and her friend Jane from the savage bestiality of this unleashed gang of teenagers who had tasted the power of commander-ring pussy and of abusing even mature women just as they would a seventeen-year-old girl.
After Thelma and her daughter Sarah had been "gang-fucked," they were fed sandwiches and pop, and then they were tied on the old couch, kneeling across the back, their hands corded together in a communal cord around Thelma's right wrist passing around Sarah's left. Their knees were tied together with another set of cords, and Elsie and Ruth amused themselves yanking at the victims' hair, squatting down behind the couch to force the unfortunate naked captives to bend well over and stick out their already swollen bottoms. But this time it wouldn't be a spanking. This time it was going to be a buggering.
Thelma was first to endure this martyrdom. "Big Ed" honored her by opening up her ass-cheeks and thrusting himself home with almost a single thrust, dry, and then proceeded to bottom fuck her violently. Her shrieks and prayers rang out, she swore that he was tearing her to pieces, and that she was bleeding to death, and Sarah, whimpering and moaning, half-crazed with terror, suddenly felt Davy's sinewy fingers open her bottom-cheeks and thrust his prickhead menacingly against the shrinking petals of her asshole.
And so both naked helpless beauties lost their other maiden heads to the "Leather Lashers."
* * *
Two squad cars of Highway Patrol, the sirens not yet turned on, began to move down Highway 101. Meanwhile, Marge half-fainting from her whipping and violation, had been allowed to go to a little basement toilet by Dorothy, who had led her by the ear leaving her wrists still bound behind her back.
There was a ringing of the bell in the shop upstairs, and the quick ears of Bill heard it. "Better get your clothes back on, baby and go see what's what," he hissed.
Dorothy nodded, kissed her lover, and then hurried back up the stairs and out into the shop. One of the police squads had stopped in front of the shop and a uniformed officer was trying to gain entrance.
Dorothy opened the door quickly, a little flushed and just a little too glib with her answers to satisfy the officer. No, she hadn't seen anyone around all day. No, there wasn't anyone else in the shop with her.
But at that moment, Marge let out a piercing shriek. Bill had gone into the bathroom, pulled her up by the earlobe, and, pinching one of her titties with his other thumb and forefinger, had suddenly thrust his prick deep into her cunt, violently roused by the torture of her lovely body.
"What the devil's that, Miss?" the Highway Patrol officer demanded. Dorothy got panicky, turned to run, tried to yell out to her lover Bill, "It's the cops!"
Another officer, just entering the shop, seized her. And the first officer went into the dark shop with his flashlight, found the trapdoor, and then the ladder and descended. What he saw made him draw his pistol and level it at Bill, who was humping Marge as if this was the first piece of cunt he had ever had in all his life.
Bill raised his hands and slowly turned, sheepish, his prick nigh on to bursting. "Oh thank God," Marge moaned, "He and his girlfriend were beating me up and raping me and everything, Officer!"
"Yeah, who are you?"
"Marge-Marge Drummond," the ex-waitress panted.
"Where do you come from, sister?"
"Around," She gasped. "Aren't you going to arrest that man?"
"In all due time, sister. I want to have a little talk with you in the car. Come along. Hey, you, Cecil, cut her loose and let her get some clothes back on, then put your hands back in the air fast. I haven't any use for sex maniacs like you, I don't mind telling you. Just give me an excuse to pull the trigger."
Bill then tried to bribe the officer, which was his second mistake. He was handcuffed, and led out, while poor Marge slowly and falteringly dressed. She was led out to the other squad car, and there two officers questioned her. Marge broke down and told them all about the "Leather Lashers," even revealing the hiding place of the gang.
And then the two cars started out in pursuit of the delinquents, their sirens going full blast.
* * *
"Big Ed" was in the process of buggering poor Sarah for the second time when the sound of sirens was heard and the rest of the gang began to cry out in alarm. "Big Ed" pulled himself out of Sarah's shuddering asshole, stuffed his prick back into his corduroy trousers fly, zipped it up, and then scrambled back to the bedroom where he had put his leather jacket with a zip gun in the pocket. But by then the Highway Patrol officers had seen the farmhouse and descended upon it. The door was broken open, and four officers with drawn guns entered.
They gulped and blushed, they gasped. The sight of Thelma and her daughter Sarah kneeling stark naked over the back of the old couch being held down by the two "mamas," with their bottoms violently swollen and streaked from the severe flogging they had endured, was something new even in the lexicon of the Highway Patrol.
In a few moments, the gang members were rounded up, handcuffed, and led out to the squads. The two "mamas" Elsie and Ruth were ordered to dress, and then they too were taken along. Thelma and her daughter Sarah were taken to the nearest hospital, as were Marva and Jane.
The reign of the "Leather Lashers" was at an end, and it had been a brief but violent and sadistic life indeed.. . . . .
It was the afternoon of the next day, and Marva was lying across her Aunt Edna's lap in the old familiar position, her panties down, her Aunt's left arm ticking in her waist, a hairbrush raised in judgment over the atrociously streaked and tender posterior of her niece.
"Oh don't, Aunt Edna, I couldn't help it, they kidnapped me-, " Marva wailed. "Can't you see how hard they whipped me, please, Aunt Edna, not the hairbrush, oh please, you can give me double next week, but please let my bottom heal!" Marva piteously implored.
"I will not, young lady. The very idea. When I had that talk with Mrs. Dougal, and I found out it was the same nasty tough that Mrs. Kedzie told me about on the phone that you were talking to, I feared you had a lot of punishment coming. I'm relieved to find that there won't be any complications-the doctor called me. You behaved like a nasty little slut, young lady, and we're going to send you away to a private school this fall. And your Uncle's going to give you a spanking when I get finished. Now lie still there and get ready-here it comes!"
And so indeed it did. Poor Marva kicked up her long legs, and soon she was wailing and squealing for mercy. She had forgotten her momentous adventure which had made a woman of her at her tender age. At the moment she didn't care if she ever felt another prick between her slim thighs or not, not with that terrible hairbrush coming down with its relentless whack-whack-whack. And her flesh burning and throbbing so that she knew she was going to scream for mercy before very much longer
But even Jane Palmer felt the parental wrath. Mrs. Dougal had the story all around the suburb, and so when the Palmers got back, almost an hour after poor Marva had endured her punishment, Jane was over her father's lap getting her bottom tanned furiously with a doubled belt, while her mother looked on and scolded her, and promised her a second dose when her father got through.
The only consolation Jane Palmer had was that she was sure she was going to sneak off somewhere with her boyfriend Buddy and have him relieve the itch in her tender pussy. Because now she was a woman, she had been fucked by the "Leather Lashers," and nobody could take that away from her. Now she was grown up, and she would choose a boy of her own liking, and somehow, in spite of all the pain and the threat of the hairbrush that she was now enduring with wailing cries and frantically kicking legs-would be more than compensated for by the hot passions of a teenaged stud.
