THE AUTUMN NIGHT WAS WARM, AND A GENTLE breeze blew along the dimly lit streets. A thin, gaunt cat darted silently across the dirty, narrow streets and disappeared into the mouth of one of the many dark alleys in the slum section of the large Southern city.
Had it been day, along these same streets could have seen carts piled with cabbages, fruits, egg crates, and sacks of potatoes. Now the street was deserted, except for teenage boys and girls, playing noisy games or clustered around dimly lit stores.
In the tenement where the Harvitz's lived, the bedroom was dark. A chorus of snores in all keys rose from the corners. Garments hung spectrally on chairs. The room was filled with the warm exhalation of sleeping bodies and bed clothes. Seven people slept in this small bedroom. There was Solomon Harvitz, his wife Nina, and their five daughters. Olga and Leah were sixteen-year-old twins, Rachel was fifteen, and Rae and Ruth, fourteen, were also twins.
Olga and Leah laughed, silly girlish laughter, shrill and filled with the joy of living. They were beautiful girls, picture book twins of the same weight, height, and proportions. They were well-developed, with full but small breasts, narrow waists, rounded hips, and long, graceful legs. They were dark complexioned, dark eyed, and had long dark hair. They came out of the school building arm in arm and walked along the sidewalk, exchanging greetings with schoolmates.
Behind them came Rachel, also dark complexioned, dark eyed, and dark haired. Her body, in its tight skirt and blouse, was well curved, her breasts pushing like large ripe pears at the front of her blouse. Her hips swelled out below her small waist, and her legs were rounded and well developed.
Rae and Ruth came behind her. They, too, were picture book twins, but unlike their three sisters, they were fair complexioned, with grey eyes and light hair. They, too, were well built, with small breasts, rounded hips, and slim legs.
Olga and Leah had paired off with two other girls, Nellie Sexton and Mona Payne, who had been trying to get the twins to join the Loco Girls gang, of which Mona was the leader. Olga and Leah had decided that tonight they would become members.
"We'll initiate you two tonight, then," said Mona, "so be good and be there. You know where to come, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," Leah answered. "It's the old cellar clubhouse, isn't it?"
"Yes, and don't be late," Nellie said.
"Oh, we won't," Olga assured her. "I promise we'll be there at seven - that's right, isn't it?"
"Yes, seven sharp," replied Mona.
The cellar clubhouse was in an old deserted stone building in an isolated section of the waterfront. Olga and Leah were met by Mona and Nellie at the front of the building and led down a long flight of steps to a basement room. The room was lighted by oil lamps, and through the smoky haze the twins could see seven girls and nine boys assembled for the evening's fun. They greeted the girls with whistles as they entered the room. For the first time Olga wondered if they had made a mistake.
"This is Jeff Brown," Mona said, pushing the girls toward a big curly-headed boy of about seventeen. "He's the leader of the boys. This is Pat Williams, and he's next in charge."
Pat was a scarfaced boy of about sixteen, with thin, cruel lips. In turn, they met the rest of the boys, Slug James, Ben Thomas, Bill Masters, Andy Rullers, Red Davis, Ed Harris, and Mel Timmons. In addition to Mona and Nellie, the other girls were Tony Brown, Doll Anderson, Mabel Warren, Daisy Lykins, and Joan Miller.
"Now you're going to be initiated," exclaimed Mona, turning to Olga. "Take off all your clothes."
"What?" asked Olga in a startled voice. "You mean take all my clothes off?" "Yeah, all of them."
Olga blushed and asked timidly, "Not with all these boys in here."
"What do you think you came here for?"
"Oh, no," said Leah. "You don't mean they're going to -?"
"Yes, but not all of them. Only Jeff and Pat."
"No! I won't do it!" exclaimed Olga.
"Yes, you will. Grab her, girls!"
Olga screamed and tried to dash for the door. Someone tripped her and she fell to her knees. Doll and Mabel rushed at her, grabbed her by the feet and pulled her to the center of the room. In a desperate attempt to sit up, Olga flailed wildly with her arms and legs, but Doll squatted on her chest and crushed the breath out of her. A crowd of girls, flushed and excited, closed in on her. Olga's senses reeled at the smell of their warm flesh, dusty with talcum powder. She gasped for air.
"Let me go, you dirty bitches!" she yelled. "I'll kill you." She surprised even herself with her violent shouts. Her face was beet red and a thick vein swelled on the side of her neck with the force of her exertions. She tried to butt Doll in the back with her knees. Jeff stood behind her. She stretched her neck and saw his face upside down, his grinning teeth and glittering eyes filled with sheer lust.
"Let's strip her and get it over with."
The girls tore at her clothes.
"Bet she's a virgin for sure!"
They pulled off her saddle shoes, tickled her in the ribs until she howled, pinned her arms to the floor, and tore off her blouse and brassiere.
"You'll tear me to pieces," she cried. She shut her eyes to the faces pressing in on her, devouring her nakedness. For an instant her muscles loosened, as if in surrender. Then she braced her heels on the floor again and resisted them with renewed strength. She kept her eyes closed, feeling that as long as she couldn't see their eyes she was covered.
"They'll kill me!" she thought. "They're going to rape me and Leah, too."
She wrenched one hand free and jammed her fist into Doll's eye. Doll screamed, clapped her hands to her eye and sank backwards between Olga's ankles. Olga bent forward from the waist, but Jeff grabbed her under the arms, and holding her in a half-nelson, jerked her chin back.
"You'll break her neck!" someone screamed.
Leah, held helpless by Slug and Mel, watched with blurred eyes as Olga writhed under a pile of arms and legs. It appeared as though her sister would be clawed to pieces.
"Leave her alone," she cried frantically. "Please let us go! We don't want to join!"
"It's too late now, sugar," laughed Slug. "You'll both lose your cherries now - if you've still got 'em!"
"Help! Help!" Leah's voice rose in a wail.
"Scream all you want, baby," Slug grinned. "Nobody'll hear you."
Leah looked back at Olga. She caught sight of Olga's nude body - her heaving ribs, her shoulders writhing, and as she turned, the outline of her young breasts. The figures blurred before her eyes as she heard Olga's wild scream.
"Stop it! Oh, please let me go!" Olga's eyes, bloodshot and opaque, filled with tortured appeal, turned to Pat.
"Hold her still," said Jeff, "and get her legs open."
Olga cried and begged, but Jeff fell on her and pushed the head of his prick against the moist slot of her virgin cunt.
"Oh, God, don't!" she pleaded. "Don't do it please don't."
She felt Jeff's organ bore stiffly against the small entrance. Then it began to move slowly into her.
"Ohhh! ... No! ... No! .. . Ah-h-h . . . Ahhh! Don't! Dont! ... It hurts! ... oh, God . . . it hurts! . . . don't!"
She felt it tear slowly into the small channel. It seemed as though her body was being split wide open, as though a big stake were being forced into her vitals.
She tried to twist away, but the girls held her helpless. There was a look of dreamy lust and a hot excitement on their flushed faces.
"Shove it into her," Mona called. "Make her squeal! Shove it clear to her navel."
Jeff hunched downward. The small opening resisted strongly, and it was hard to force his prick into her narrow little cunt. It seemed that his cock was sliding into a bed of molten fire. Olga's cunt closed about his organ with tight fingers, and he gasped and sweated with the effort of forcing an entrance into her virgin body. Olga shuddered under him. He glared down into her agony-filled face and viciously rammed his cock in up to the balls. He felt her surge wildly under him, her head twisting about in sheer agony, her eyes bugging out, her mouth open and wild screams filling the room. As he tore savagely into her, the terrible agony raised her from the floor in a frantic heap. Then she fainted! When Olga went limp under him, Jeff lay gasping heavily, his cock deep in the molten confines of her vagina.
"Hell's bells, she sure is tight!" he panted.
"She sure bawled when you were putting it in," Pat laughed.
"All girls do," Daisy said, "if they're virgins."
"Well, she's got a twin," said Nellie. "I guess you can get her, Pat. Jeff will be busy for a little while."
"Yeah, I ain't had a cherry since Doll was initiated."
"I didn't think Doll ever had a cherry," Tony giggled.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" Doll snarled, still holding her hands to her eye. "I'll scratch your damned eyes out!"
"That's enough, Doll. And you, too, Tony," Mona said. "I'll do any scratching that's to be done around here."
"Let's get the other one," said Nellie. "She don't seem to be such a wildcat."
Slug and Mel were still holding Leah.
"Don't look so sad, boys," Nellie laughed. "You'll get some too, but not from the twins. Not tonight anyway. You know the rules; no shags for the first week."
"Yeah, we'll take care of the rest of you fellows," Mabel promised. "We always do, don't we?"
Pat walked up to Leah. "You want to be nice?" he asked, "or do I turn them loose on you, too?"
"I'll be nice," Leah sobbed, "but please don't hurt Olga any more." Leah knew it was useless to resist. They would overpower her anyway, and it would be worse.
"You don't have to take your clothes off," Pat said. "Just lie down on the floor, take your panties off and pull your dress up to your tits."
Sobbing, the frightened girl obeyed. Pat caught his breath when she raised her skirt and quickly drew her panties off, her long white thighs gleaming in the dim light. Leah stretched out on the cold floor and folded her dress back across her stomach. Pat looked down with eyes filled with lust. Leah's long, slender legs and lower body gleamed dully in the yellowish light. Her belly was flat, and her pelvis sloped away to her round hips. He let his eyes rest on the dark triangle of pubic hair in the juncture of the white thighs.
"All right, baby," Pat murmured. "Here I come!"
Leah felt his weight fall on her, and he fumbled with the fly of his pants. She began to sob again, and then stiffened with revulsion and fear as he rubbed the head of his penis up and down the lips of her cunt.
"Go on," she sobbed. "Get it over with. The floor's cold."
"All right, baby, you'll get it now."
She felt him tense above her, and then he lunged hard against her. She flattened out in terrible agony as the long, swollen penis darted viciously up into her cunt.
"Oh, God," she screamed. "Don't let him kill me! Oh! . . . Oh! . . . Ah! . . . AHHHH!"
Leah arched her agony-filled body, frantically trying to escape the terrible pain tearing at her vitals. It rolled in huge waves, up through her belly, into her stomach, and then to her breasts.
"You're killing me," she babbled. "Oh! Oh! . . . Don't! . . . Don't! . . . Please let me up! . . . OH!. . . Please let me up!"
She felt the boy's body begin to move up and down. At each stroke her body jerked with long spasms of agony. Pat, his teeth clenched in sheer animal pleasure, rolled and labored on her writhing body. He would drive forward and up, sending his organ shooting high into the tight, hot confines of her cunt. At each long surge she would cry out.
He ignored her piteous pleas, her frantic struggles, the mute appeal in her white, fear-strained face.
"Look at old Pat go!" Ben laughed. "He's in the short row now!"
"Come here, bitch," Bill panted, seizing Tony around the waist. "Let's knock off a hunk!"
Tony was pushed down on the floor, and Bill fell on top of her, sending his cock riding deep into her body. Mona watched it all, thinking how differently she had lost her virginity.
They had been out at Parkland, the city's miniature Coney Island. All kinds of sights and sounds were to be seen and heard along the big midway. First you saw the ferris wheel against the blue sky, then the giant scaffolding of the roller coaster. And then came the sounds - the rhythmic droning of the calliope, with its high notes never achieving fullness but ending in a tiny vibrating sound; the sudden grinding rush of the roller coaster diving into the big drop, and before that died out the shrill cry of an excited and frightened young girl. Added to all this was the crush of people, shoving and pushing, milling about, undecided about what to do.
Finally, Jeff and Mona were free from the others, on a side street filled with the sound of hawking voices and a confusion of odors, sweet, tangy, and tart. "Hey, cold! Get it cold!" a voice called out from behind a huge root beer keg. On the keg was the picture of a fat man, a fan in his hand, his straw hat pushed way back on his head, and ready to satisfy his thirst with a foaming glass of root beer. Jeff and Mona kept walking, past a hot dog stand, with its odor of hot grease. Turning into another street, they soon reached the boardwalk, walked up the ramp, and looked down at the sandy beach. Where the sand ended, the broad, green ocean heaved and fell in a pulselike rhythm. It was easy to forget the little cramped houses of their neighborhood by looking out over the broad expanse of sand, sky, and ocean.
They "moved along the beach to the bathhouse. "I'll meet you out here," Jeff told Mona, as they entered. He went into the men's section, rented a suit, undressed, slipped it on, and went out to wait for Mona.
She soon came out, a tight fitting aqua wool bathing suit hugging her body.
"You look better than the girl in the Jantzen ads," Jeff said. Mona smiled.
Now that he was alone with her he felt suddenly uncomfortable. The desire to touch was even stronger. He knew that Mona was a virgin. Still silent, they walked across the boardwalk. The sunbaked planks burned under their naked feet. Jeff's light blue bathing trunks revealed to Mona a physical quality that was hidden when he had his clothes on. Without bulging muscles, he was, nevertheless, well knit. The planks felt unbearably hot to Mona's feet, and over-cautious stepping threw her off balance. She reached out to catch Jeff's hand, and his arm went around her to support her. The tips of his fingers pressed tightly into the side of her breast. They stood that way a moment, grinning embarrassedly, and Jeff asked, "Are you all right?"
"Uh huh. I almost tripped." She began breathing again, and they walked on. Suddenly she asked, "The water sure looks cool and nice."
"Yeah, let's go right in." They began running across the hot sand, zig-zagging the patches of people. They ran around blankets spread as tables, past bodies red and oily and glowing from the sun, past a woman feeding an infant from a milk-swollen breast. At the water's edge they paused while Mona drew on her white rubber bathing cap. Jeff watched. He noticed that as the cap suppressed the red hair it brought out in sharp relief the short freckled nose, the full red lips, the white teeth. They started into the water and found it cold after the hot sand on their feet. The first wave broke, throwing a rush of cold water across their hips. Jeff felt his genitals shrivel from the icy touch. He dove into the next wave. The shock made him gasp, but the cold water sliding across his body felt good. He came up and looked around. Mona was still standing where he'd left her.
"Come on," he shouted, but the breaking waves drowned out his words. But the wave of his hand was invitation enough, and she plunged toward him. Finally, he saw the white cap appear again, just a few feet from him, and he held out his hand to her. She floated up to take hold of him. He pulled her to her feet. Glistening drops of water stood out on her face like dew on a tulip petal, each drop single and aloof from the others. Jeff drew her close and kissed her. She had no chance to purse her lips. His lips touched against her straight white teeth. She shivered, then pushed him away.
"You shouldn't have, Jeff. Not in front of all these people."
"Who'd notice here? With a million people around here, I bet we could -" but what he wanted to say he was afraid for her to hear. But she knew and turned away quickly, saying, "Come on, I'll race you."
They swam through the water, fighting the rhythmic waves and bracing themselves against the undertow. Out beyond the ropes and away from the other swimmers they floated lazily. Jeff watched her. Her back arched, and her breasts rose up slightly from the water. With each swell her body rose and fell. The regular undulating rhythm fascinated him. He could imagine the ocean gone, the restraining aqua bathing suit thrown aside, and see just her body itself, rising, falling, rising, falling. He turned and dove deep into the water, his fingers scraping the sandy, shell-strewn bottom.
It was night. The lights of Parkland's rides and sideshows made a glare against the darkening sky. The people on the boardwalk were the same as before, but now they moved wearily, weighed down by sleepy children and soggy bathing bags. Mona and Jeff were crossing the boardwalk again. This time they were dressed, and Jeff carried a-blanket across his arm. They had decided to stay until midnight. The ocean seemed peaceful now. The waves didn't rise so high nor break so thunderously. They rolled in and seemed to have barely enough force to reach a crest, turn over, and slither silently to a stop upon the sand.
Jeff spread the blanket. They sat down, Mona clasping her arms tightly around her drawn up knees. She looked straight out over the water. Jeff watched her. She turned her head to catch him looking.
"See something?" she asked, smiling.
"Yeah."
"You like what you see?" "Yeah . . . it's terrific. You know, Mona, I . . ." But he couldn't go on.
"What's the matter, Jeff? Are you still angry about my not joining the gang? Is that it?"
"Angry? What right have I to be angry? But I wish you would join."
"I'm going to, Jeff. I've thought about it since you asked me, and I'm ready to join."
"Gee! I'm real glad."
"Are you? Really, I mean?"
There was no answer. His hand moved across the blanket to find hers. When their hands touched, he said, "You know I am, honey."
"I believe you are, Jeff," she said softly. Then, after a moment of silence, she asked, "You'll take care of me, won't you?"
He tightened his grip on her hand. "You know I will."
"I'm a nice girl, Jeff. I never . . .well . . . you know."
"Yes, I know." His voice was husky.
"I trust you, Jeff."
He drew her close to him. They embraced. This was their first unhurried kiss, not like the ones stolen furtively in school or outside her door at night when she thought her mother might be waiting up for her.
When they parted she lay back on the blanket, first with her elbows braced behind her, and then fiat on her back. The light from the moon outlined her body. Her white blouse was tight across her breasts, and the front gaped between two buttons. Jeff was filled with excitement from watching her. She seemed startled at first and held herself rigid. But gradually she relaxed. His arm went under her body. She was soft and yielding. Her hand went to his face, and the fingers pressed into the muscles of his jaw. He kissed her on the cheek. She buried her head in his shoulder. His hand moved across her face. It was soft and warm from the burning of the sun. So was her throat. When the hand touched cool cloth it stopped.
Mona waited, her heart pounding in excited, fearful anticipation. His hand lingered there for a moment. It unfastened the top button. The blouse parted suddenly, and the rounded flesh burst free. His hand hesitated, then it moved across the hot, sunburned skin till it felt the edge of the cool flesh that had been shielded from the sun by the aqua bathing suit. She lay motionless as his hand rested on her flesh. What would he do now? With cautious desire, the hand moved upwards over the mound of flesh until it reached a firm, puckered nipple. There it stopped, his fingers tense against her cool skin.
On his shoulder Jeff could feel Mona's head shaking in short convulsive movements that tried to say no. But she didn't make a sound. When he pushed aside her blouse to reveal her breasts to the night and to his hand, she uttered a brief negative sound but no words. He kissed her, first on the burning skin, then on the cool place where the flesh was soft. His lips moved higher, until he turned his head and pressed his mouth over the firm, puckered nipple. For a moment they were motionless, neither of them even breathing. Then she gasped in surprise and ecstasy as his lips closed more firmly over her breast. A small but hot stirring of blood took place in her virgin loins. Then she sighed and said, "Let's move, honey. Someone might pass."
"No," he panted.
She pushed him with all her strength and jumped to her feet, giggling nervously.
He stood up. She was buttoning her blouse.
"Come here, Mona," he said softly.
She moved closer. Jeff reached around her waist and tugged at the zipper on her]skirt.
"Honestly - if you don't stop . . ." she giggled, clucking with her tongue. "Somebody'll see you."
She tried to reach the zipper, and while her hands were behind her back Jeff slid his arms around her and seized her by the waist. Mona squealed, but not loud enough for anyone on the beach to hear her. She struggled, but not hard enough. Jeff drew her to him until they were pressed close together. Mona turned her face away and twisted her hips in an apparent struggle to get free, but actually worming her body tighter against his. She was filled with hot excitement now.
He let go of her waist, slid his open hands down to cup her buttocks, and pulled tight. She pushed against him, saying thickly, "Hey, you big goon, let go of me. Suppose somebody was to see us?"
He ignored her half-honest plea. Drawing her to him, he rubbed his lips fiercely over her ear. Then one hand slid around to unfasten the top button of her blouse again. Mona's voice was a frantic whisper - she was frightened now.
"Jeff! ... for God's sake, honey ... I don't want to! Please ... Jeff .. . Jeff!"
He seized her by the shoulders, sinking his fingers in until she cried out from the pressure. Then he held one of her arms a prisoner between their bodies, slid a hand around to grip her other arm at the elbow and slipped his free hand into her blouse. A button popped off. He found her breast again and gripped it. Mona closed her eyes, her breath coming hard, her teeth biting into her lower Hp. The nipple stood out hard and eager under the manipulation of his fingers.
"All right," she moaned. "I'll do it."
He freed her from his tight grip. She turned away and began fumbling under her dress. He saw her bend down and then straighten up.
"I'm not going to strip. Somebody might come by."
She dropped her panties on the sand and lay down on the blanket.
"Don't look," she said, drawing her skirt up around her waist.
Jeff caught a glimpse of her full white thighs on the dark sand, and of the dark valley that marked the entrance to her virgin cunt. She felt his weight press her into the sand.
"Will it hurt much?" she asked in a frightened voice.
"I don't know," he answered.
He fumbled at her blouse until her full breasts were bared to his eyes. She stiffened at the swollen head of his cock pressing at the lips of her cunt.
"Don't - hurt - me! ..." she begged.
She felt him press down. Her small opening refused him entrance.
"Jeff?"
"Yeah?"
"I . . . I . . . well, I'm afraid . . . I . . . ohhh . . . Jeff! Don't . . ."
He had hunched hard enough to force the head of his prick into the small, tight channel. The pain was almost more than she could bear.
He felt the spasmodic jerks of her body, but he couldn't stop. Again he hunched. She gasped aloud. Her body buckled and her head twisted from side to side.
He heard her gasping pleas, felt her squirm in agony, but there was nothing he could do. He drove in deeper, ignoring her gasping cries. She felt him tense his body for another thrust.
"No! . . . Don't! . . . Please, don't!" she sobbed, as he drove the full length of his prick into her. She arched herself wildly, wave after wave of agony coursing through her. She beat her heels frantically into the soft sand. Her hands clawed at the blanket, breaking her nails and tearing the tender flesh of her finger tips. Her head thrashed from side to side, and again she sobbed in agony, "Don't! . . . Oh, please . . . let - me - up!"
He pressed his lips to her breast, then tried to push the strand of hair from her face. He half-expected her to scream and bring someone running down from the boardwalk, but she didn't. She arched herself like a tense spring, her cheeks bloodless, and a series of grunting squeals issuing from between her twisted lips. He looked apprehensively at her partly glazed eyes. Then slowly she relaxed and lay gasping under him.
"You almost killed me!" she groaned.
"It'll feel good in a minute."
"It's a little better. If you want to do it again, it's all right."
Almost as soon as he began pumping his body, the pain started to die down, and she began to respond to his smooth, even thrusts.
"Ahh! . . . Honey . . . Honey!" She began to roll and twist, feeling his cock gliding deep into her cunt. She began to perspire, and her breath came in long, uneven gasps. A hot, intense feeling formed deep inside her and slowly spread as she rose to the brink of her first orgasm.
"Ahhhh! . . . Jeff! . . . Ohhh! . . . Ahh!" He stifled the beginnings of a scream with the palm of his hand. Her head jerked up and her sharp teeth fastened into his hand at the base of the little finger. She heard him cry out in pain and felt him try to pull his hand away. She felt the first intense burst of an orgasm coming from deep within her vaginal passage and gasped in maddened pleasure. Her jaw set and her head twisted and turned, holding his hand like a terrier worrying a sock. He plunged viciously into her cunt and let loose his own heavy orgasm. A shrill snarl came from between her clenched teeth. Jeff slapped her on the cheek, and she released his hand. She leaped and jerked, still sending forth her own orgasm to meet his.
Minutes later she said, "I'm sorry! Oh, I'm sorry!"
Jeff shuddered.
"It was so good," she gasped. "I didn't mean to bite you."
The moon had risen over their heads long since. The sounds from the boardwalk were fewer now. The clatter of the roller coasters had a hollow sound. When they plunged downward, there were no more screaming people.
"Shall we go?" Jeff asked. "It must be close to midnight." He started to fold the blanket.
"Let me," she said. "Women do those things better than men. I'm a woman now."
"Yes," Jeff breathed, "you damn sure are." They walked slowly up to the boardwalk, side by side, and left the park.
Now the twins were being initiated. Leah was taking Pat without pleading, and Olga was still unconscious. Mona glanced around the room, and her eyes fell on Doll. Doll, at fourteen, was the youngest member of the gang.
As though nature had concealed a trap, Doll had always had a face of innocence. Her hair was golden and lovely, framing wideset hazel eyes with upper lids that drooped, making her look mysteriously sleepy. Her nose was delicate and thin, and her cheekbones high and wide, sweeping down to a small chin, so that her face was heart-shaped. Her mouth was well-shaped, with full lips, but abnormally small - what could be called a rosebud mouth. Her ears were very little, without lobes, and they pressed so close to her head, even with her hair combed up, that they made no silhouette. They were almost sealed against her head.
Doll would always have a child's figure, even after she would be fully grown. She had slender, delicate arms and hands - tiny hands. Her breasts, not yet fully developed, were small and firm. Before puberty, the nipples had turned inwards, and her mother had had to manipulate them out when they became painful in Doll's tenth year. Her body was a boy's body, narrow-hipped and straight-legged. Her feet were small and graceful, her ankles slim and straight. Her voice was huskily soft.
Doll had learned about sex at thirteen. In this neighborhood children had played sex games since the stone age. One day Doll was playing in the basement of her home while her mother was downtown, when her two playmates, boys a year older than she, tied her wrists with rope and proceeded to rape her thoroughly. She soon forgot the pain, and the deed was repeated.
The twins were now well on their way to being made members in full standing of the gang. Leah gasped in revulsion and pain as Pat bulled his way brutally into her pussy. She felt him shove and grind until his prick was buried its full length in her agonized body.
"Oh, please hurry," she cried. "I want to go to my sister. She's hurt bad."
"Oh, she's okay! She's coming out of it now," Mona said. "In fact, she seems to like it."
Olga was panting and squirming now, her body sliding hard against Jeff's and she moaned each time she felt his cock rise high into her ecstasy and pain-filled body. She clutched at his back with feeble hands and gasped, "Ahh, it - don't - hurt! Ahh, it's - good! Ohhh . . . Ooooo! . . . OHHH!"
She was twisting frantically now, panting in hot, gasping breaths. Her eyes were squeezed tight together, and she rose hard against him, holding him deep in her body for a long, breathless instant. She fell away, then surged wildly upwards again, feeling him sink even deeper into her. They increased the tempo, faster and faster, until she was beating a tattoo on the cold floor. She began to jerk and quiver, rolling her hips from side to side. She clutched at his prick with newly discovered uterus muscles and used every muscle in her body to bring about full enjoyment of the wondrous thing taking place.
When Leah realized that Olga was enjoying it to the fullest she, too, abandoned her body to the driving desire of her initial fuck. She fell into a dreamy pace, forgetting the agony, and began to rotate her hips, gasping in sheer joy as Pat's organ shot high into her, sending long waves of lust rolling through her body. She moaned with pleasure as she frantically rolled and rocked beneath him.
"Well," Doll laughed, "they're sure enjoying it now. I guess they'll be good members."
"Come here, bitch," Mel panted. "Let's get together!" He grabbed Doll's arm and began pushing her to the floor. Red and Slug, too, came up and caught hold of her.
"All right, you bastards," she laughed. "Don't be so rough."
Ben and Bill were shoving Mabel into a corner, while Andy grabbed Tony. "Come on, get your drawers off," he growled.
Nellie looked across the room at Doll. Her rosy body gleamed between the boys' feet. The sight of their lust was like an intoxicating drug which made her forget everything else. Mona came back into the room with a quart bottle of whiskey in her hand. She went around the room, holding it to everyone's mouth in turn. The floor now was literally covered with young bodies, the boys using the girls according to the rules and by-laws of the gang. Fired by growing intoxication, they embraced on the cold floor. There was a babble of voices, lewd screechings peppered with oaths, followed by shrieks of laughter from the girls. Naked female bodies gleamed seductively among the boys' legs.
Doll's voice shrilled loudly, "Give me some more whiskey. These bastards are trying to screw me to death!"
On the other side of the room Olga's voice was lifted in a frantic, sobbing lament of passion. "Ahh . . . oh . . . It's - too - much! . . . It's - too - good - to - stand! . . . Ahhh!"
"She's getting her gun," Nellie laughed.
"Yeah, she's really giving Jeff a lay!"
Leah, too, was in the midst of an orgasm. An hour later, the club room was deserted. The initiation was over.
Doll lay in bed at home, her body sated. Still feeling slightly tipsy, she thought back to the first time it had been done to her. She was in the big house alone when the two boys who lived across the street came over. It was raining, and they went into the basement to play. The boys, Tom Ellis, and his cousin, John Billings, were almost fifteen.
They played ping pong until she got tired of it. Then the boys began to jump rope, while Doll sat on the big sofa watching them.
"I can jump better'n you both," she bragged.
"You're a girl. That's the reason," Tom retorted.
"Yeah," John said. "All girls can jump rope good."
"I can do anything you can," answered Doll impetuously.
"I bet you can't." "Yes, I can."
"All right," Tom said. "Here, John, tie me with the rope. I bet I can get loose."
John loosely bound Tom's wrist behind him. Tom appeared to struggle very hard for a few moments, and then pulled his hands loose.
"Bet you can't do that," he jibed.
"Yes, I can, too."
"All right, let's see you do it."
"Okay, smarty, I will. Tie me up."
As Tom bound her wrists behind her back, he looked knowingly at John.
Doll felt her wrists tied tightly. "Ouch! Don't tie me so tightly!"
"Okay, she can't get loose," Tom said.
Doll knew then that something was wrong. "What are you doing?" she asked as she was pushed back on the sofa.
"Be quiet," Tom panted, "or you'll be sorry!"
"Yeah," echoed John.
She tried to sit up, but Tom pinned her shoulders to the sofa. John bent over and flipped her dress back up over her belly.
"Don't! I'll tell on you!" she cried.
John grabbed her around the knees with one arm and with the other began to tug and pull at her panties.
"Don't, you dirty thing!" she sobbed, trying vainly to get up. She kicked and squirmed but was helpless, and soon her panties were off.
"I'm going to tell on you both!" she shouted.
"Hold her still, damn it!" John panted as he threw her panties aside.
Doll tried frantically to arise, but Tom held her head and shoulders firmly, and John fell on top of her. Panicked now, she squirmed and twisted, but they held her down easily. She felt John fumbling at her almost hairless crotch. Then he placed the head of his prick at the opening of her cunt and savagely forced his way into her small channel. Doll felt the awful fire of agony rush swiftly up through her loins. John bore down again, and she felt him rip his way into the depths of her cunt.
Tom watched Doll's tear-streaked face and saw her mouth working frantically. A sound broke past her lips. It was a combined gasp, wail, and sob. Her body was shaking in long, convulsive spasms of agony. The agonized cry came again, louder this time.
"Shut up!" Tom laughed. "You ain't started yet!"
Doll's boyish body twisted in pain. "Oh, please, don't!" she gasped in a piteous voice. "Oh - Oh - No - No!"
She felt John begin to hunch up and down. Each thrust of his body brought him closer to a thundering climax, semen into the depths of her agonized cunt. She quivered in pain and fright when he finally pulled his organ from her bleeding pussy. Without bothering to clean the blood away, Tom took her too.
"You tell on us," they threatened, "and we'll kill you!"
She vowed to them that she wouldn't. She didn't!
The next time she was used sexually it was rape again, but this time there were six boys. She was coming home from school at noon, having gotten excused for the rest of the day. She was taking a short cut through a little alley when she was set upon by the boys. They were members of one of the many gangs that roamed the neighborhood.
"Come here, honey," one of them ordered, grabbing her arm.
He shoved her along the alley, holding a knife at the small of her back. She was pushed down some narrow wooden steps and into a dingy room. She was forced down on a battered sofa, where the boy began to fondle her.
"Please let me go," she cried. "Please don't do anything to me."
His tongue forced its way between her teeth.
"No!" she mumbled.
"Come on, quit stalling!"
Doll shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. She tried to get up from the sofa but was unable to escape his grip. She saw the craving lust in his eyes and heard the quickening of his breath. She pleaded in a broken voice.
"I've been raped once. Please don't do it to me again."
"You want to get hurt?"
She shook her head, biting her lips.
"Quit stalling then." He turned to one of the other boys. "Watch the alley!"
Doll forced herself to relax a little. He grinned at her.
"Gonna be good?" he leered, his hand sliding up her thigh. She nodded dumbly.
He began to draw her panties off. Her long boyish legs were sprawled apart on the sofa. She was naked to the waist. He crawled between her thighs and placed his prick at the lips of her pussy. She felt him force himself into her. It was very painful. He pulled out, then went in deeper. This was going to be awful.
She put her arms around him and tried to throw him off, but he only shoved harder. Then she felt a hot desire to be hurt sweeping over her. She relaxed a little and began making sounds of frantic delight. The sounds became louder. She was tight and dry, and he was hurting her terribly, but he wouldn't stop. She didn't want him to stop. Her arms clutched him like forceps, and her brain went blank with desire. She hooked her legs over him, forcing him in even deeper. When at last he rolled off her, he was completely spent.
The others closed in around her. She took two more of them willingly, still caught up in her frantic lust, but the rest of them raped her. It was brutal. She fought and cried, but they took her anyway. When they were finished, she lay sprawled on the sofa, flat on her back. Her blouse had been opened and her small breasts were bare. The last boy stood there looking at her, but she was completely unaware of his presence. She was staring at the ceiling, her mouth wide open. There were purplish bruises on the soft parts of her arms and on the side of her neck. Right at the shoulder there were little dark marks made by someone's teeth. She turned her head very slowly and saw him.
"Go away," she mumbled thickly. She staggered to her feet and stood reeling, as if drunk. One of her stockings hung halfway down to her ankle. Her dress was torn at the waist, the white skin showing through.
"You can't go out like that," the boy said. "Wait, I'll find Mona."
Mona came to Doll's aid. She learned about the gang from Mona, and a few days later she joined.
CHAPTER TWO
RACHEL HARVITZ SPENT MUCH OF HER TIME AT her mother's brother's home. Her aunt lived alone with her sixteen-year-old daughter, Helene, and a young boy she'd taken in after her husband died. The boy was seventeen, a thickset, heavy-lipped kid, with dark eyes and short black hair. His name was Zeke Manning, but most people called him Ike.
Helene was tall and graceful. She wore her hair coiled in plaits over her small pink ears. She had wide, apprehensive blue eyes, in whose pupils there swam a glittering blue fire. Her cheeks were cool and fresh looking, and her finely molded lips formed themselves into fascinating shapes when she was excited. She was standing before the mirror in the bedroom she shared with Rachel. Turning to Rachel, she said, "Will you get mad if I asked you something?"
"I don't think so," Rachel answered from the wide bed, where she was propped up among the pillows reading.
"Promise you won't tell Mom?"
"All right, I promise."
"Are you a virgin?"
Rachel blushed a bright crimson, but she answered, "Yes, are you?"
"Well, yes." Helene turned back to the mirror, then asked, "Do you know what a lesbian is?"
Rachel was silent for a moment, then answered, "No. Anyway, I don't think so."
Helene snapped out the light above the dressing table and moved across the room. She slipped into bed and stretched with cat-like grace.
"Turn the light down," she said. Rachel obeyed, still wondering what Helene meant by lesbian. "Rachel."
"Yes, Helene?" Her voice was sleepy.
"Rachel, let me kiss you!"
"All right, if you want to." She rolled over, facing Helene. "Here, I don't care."
Helene, quivering with excitement, hugged her. She slipped one arm under Rachel's body and wrapped the other about her neck. She could feel Rachel's soft, warm breast move with her breathing. Rachel's breath fanned her cheek. She drew her cousin tightly against her. Her mouth slipped along the warm curve of her jaw and chin, and then pressed gently on Rachel's lips. She drew away and snapped the bed lamp back on. She looked into Rachel's face. Her mouth was open, her teeth gleaming like pearls in the dim light. Her lips were like raspberry jelly. Helene lowered herself slightly.
"Lie on your back, Rachel, honey," she whispered.
Rachel rolled over, still gazing at Helene with a questioning look in her eyes. Helene leaned over until her small breast pressed against Rachel's fuller one. She bent down and tasted the soft, half-parted lips. They quivered under hers. Rachel stirred softly and then lay still.
Helene, her body tense with excitement, slowly lifted her hand and let it fall on the full mound of Rachel's left breast. It was like holding a cup of flower petals, soft crushed lilies. She gently flicked her tongue along Rachel's lips, drew it back, and then eased it into the girl's mouth.
Rachel felt a strange, hot excitement race through her, and she shivered when Helene's tongue crept into her mouth. She placed one hand on the back of Helene's head and slipped her arm across her cousin's shoulder. Helene raised her lips from Rachel's and looked down at her. A delicate white throat showed above the neck of her nightgown, begging her to put her arms about it. She slipped one arm around Rachel's neck and embraced her tightly, feeling the girl shiver in excitement. She fondled the white breast as she kissed Rachel hotly.
She lifted her face again. The dumb, childish play of fingers and hands continued, the dumb, childish glance of eyes into eyes. Rachel drew Helene's face down to hers. Their mouths found each other and drank deeply. The violence of the embrace pulled the neck of Rachel's nightgown aside. A young, round shoulder appeared, downy white and chaste. The embroidered edge of her slip became visible and with it a glimpse of a tender, girlish breast. It seemed to promise a thousand tender secrets. Swiftly, Helene drew the gown and slip down and exposed a firm, pink-tipped breast. She bent down and kissed it tenderly. Rachel gasped in delightful ecstasy and rose up to Helene, pushing the breast hard into her hot mouth. Swiftly, surely, Helene's hand slipped down to the tender, hot, secret place of Rachel's body.
Rachel was shivering violently now, as Helene's hands pushed aside the nightgown and slip, which was all she was wearing. Helene raised herself up for a moment, then she drank in the girl's body deeply, with her eyes, her hands, then her mouth.
Helene suddenly snapped off the bed lamp violently, flung aside the bedclothes, and jumped to her feet. Rachel, her entire body shivering in frustrated excitement, heard the rustle of clothing in the darkness.
"Take your clothes off, Rachel," Helene panted. "Every stitch of them."
Trembling so violently that it was difficult to stand, Rachel obeyed. As she fell back on the tumbled bed, she felt Helene's hot, naked body as it rolled against hers. For an endless moment their bodies pressed tightly together. Rachel felt Helene's lips close over hers, and warm, soft hands began to move over her shuddering body. Her breasts were rocked gently by warm palms. Then the hands slid lower down, over the round stomach, and down, down, down. Rachel gasped when one of them moved gently to cup itself over the soft mound of her cunt. She felt a shiver of delight course through her body when the hand lightly caressed and massaged the virgin flesh there.
Helene's lips began to move, down over Rachel's chin, along her throat, across the length of both her shoulders. They moved to one breast, across to the other, and with avid moistness down along her stomach. Helene's hot, darting tongue probed and curled in her navel, and Rachel moaned aloud in ecstasy. The mouth moved on even lower now, lightly brushing across the rounded hipbones, and settling into the nest of short curly hair around her pussy. Helene clasped her cousin about the hips, her face buried between the quivering thighs. Her long tormenting desire burst out uncontrollably at last.
She buried her face deeply into the soft nest. The taste, the scent, was in her mouth, her nostrils, her open lips. She tasted the fragrant essence of the girl's inner body. Her racing blood swelled her arteries with energy, filled her muscles with strength. She felt the softness, the warmth, of the smooth, writhing body. She became like a hungry child who after long deprivation flings itself at its mother's breasts. Rachel stiffened, squirmed, then moaned.
"What are you doing? We shouldn't do this . . . it's not right! . . . But - I'm - I'm . . . Ohhh!" She was panting. Silently, flexibly, her body yielded to the strength of Helene's arms. She seemed filled with fire, and her entire in-sides appeared to be flowing toward the tongue that darted madly, deeply into her body. In exquisite agony she surrendered herself to her burning desire.
"What are you doing to me? What are you doing?" she gasped, clasping Helene's head between her hands.
The tongue continued to caress and curl deep inside her.
"Helene! Helene! ..." she gasped in delight.
She shivered violently, and a hot seeping began deep inside her body. The blood seemed to be flowing out of her, to be drawn up into the greedy sucking mouth that covered her cunt.
"Rachel! Rachel!" Helene murmured.
"What did you say . . . what?"
"Give me all... all.. . all!"
"Yes, all . . . ALL!" she gasped in a scarcely audible voice.
A hot flow began to flood down from her womb. She locked her thighs about Helene's head and moaned, then sobbed, in agonized ecstasy.
She quivered excitedly and sent a last feeble flow of juice into the hot, drinking mouth. The strength flowed out of her body, her legs relaxed, and she fell back panting, weak and spent.
Helene sucked and licked the last drops from Rachel's cunt, and then moved up to lie beside her. Rachel shivered in momentary revulsion when Helene's lips, still wet with the juice from her cunt, were pressed tenderly to hers. But she relaxed and returned the kiss. Still locked tightly in each other's arms they fell asleep.
Ike knew that something was going on between Rachel and Helene, but he wasn't particularly concerned about trying to find out the nature of their relationship. He was bent on possessing Rachel. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he intended to find a way.
He would eye her furtively when she was doing something that would cause a quick motion of her supple body. When she knelt or bent before the bookcase to select a book, he gazed at her breasts, high, firm, and round, outlined by the taut white blouse. He felt a burning desire to possess her. Her physical attraction was so strong that it left his mouth dry and his heart hammering madly.
Once he dared to brush her breast as she leaned over the back of his chair to hand him a cup. She blushed and wheeled away, her hips swinging provocatively. He closed his eyes, recapturing in his mind the shape and feel of her warm breast as it rubbed against his hand. Ike watched and waited, feasting his eyes on the ripeness of her breasts, the sway of her hips. He knew she was fully aware of his hot, longing looks but was unable to restrain himself.
Once he saw her, bare-armed and barelegged, scrubbing the bathroom floor. The exquisite whiteness of her thighs, the swaying curve of her buttocks, agitated him so badly that his head spun with desire. He almost threw himself upon her.
Rachel began to pay closer attention to him. She let him walk her across town to her home and back. On the way back, they stopped in the park. He timidly picked up her slender hand. She didn't withdraw it. He felt a tingle spread through his body at the contact.
"You're the prettiest girl in the world," he stammered.
"You really think so?" she asked, turning to face him.
"Yes, I mean it."
Her hand squeezed his. She pressed closer to him, gazed into his eyes, and whispered, "I'm glad you think so."
They walked slowly on. Suddenly Ike stopped, turned her face to him, and kissed her on her full, pouting lips. She nestled close for a moment, her lips alive under his mouth and eyes. He looked down into her wide open eyes, pure and fresh as they looked at him in painful rapture.
"Let's go home," she said.
Along the way they passed a flower shop, where he bought her a little bunch of violets. She walked into the house in a half trance, still clutching the violets. Frau Harvitz and Helene were both out.
Ike went to his room to sit and think about the pleasant events of the afternoon, when suddenly Rachel walked in without knocking. She held the violets in her hand.
"Could you bring a glass of water for the violets? They'll wither if they aren't in water."
He went into the kitchen to carry out her request. When he returned, she was sitting on the bed, pressed against the footboard and holding with both hands to the bedpost. Her black and white checked dress rose and fell with her deep breathing. Without a word, he put the water down and flung his arms around her, pressing her back on the bed. He became aware of the firm, flexible body under her dress. He had never realized before that a girl's body could be at once so firm and so yielding, that a girl's delicate arms could clasp with such boyish strength. He could feel all the longing of her taut body through the checkered dress. His mouth covered hers. They drank deeply of each other. Their bodies pressed tighter. He drew back and looked down into her face. Her eyes were wide, and her breasts heaved under the tight cloth of her dress. Blue fires burned in her eyes, her lips trembled with fear and longing. She sighed deeply.
Again he bent over her, his hand seeking the round fullness of her thighs, then moving up over the flat surface of her belly. She stopped wriggling and made a little sing song sound high in her throat. He kissed her eyes, her neck. His hand sought her breast. She threw her head back, her eyes closed, her mouth twisted in fear and desire. She crushed her breast against his palm, with his hand caught between their bodies. Her face was flushed, the muscles in her neck drawn taut, and her teeth showed wetly between her half-parted lips. He fumbled at the buttons on her dress. One, two, three, four, her breasts flowed free. He cupped one, then the other, and felt her shiver. He rubbed them gently, feeling the nipples grow erect under his palm. Now two pairs of eyes gazed at each other. There was desire and joy in his, apprehension and fear mixed with desire in hers. Trembling, convulsive hands sought each other. From where did this girl's slim, gentle fingers get such strength? Heavy sighs accompanied the seeking hands. Ike buried his face between the heaving breasts and whispered, "Will you, Rachel? Will you?"
"Yes, Ike! Yes, Oh, Yes!"
He pressed her strongly to his chest. His hands fumbled, trying to push her skirt back. She gasped, a feeble cheep, as if a small bird were being crushed under his chest.
"Let me take off my dress. You'll tear it."
He got to his feet and began to tug at his clothes. "Lock the door," he panted.
She blushed to see him almost naked. Bowing her head in shyness, Rachel walked across the room, turned the key in the door, and then turned to walk back to the bed with a light airy step. Her hands moved over the remaining buttons of her dress. It slid softly to the floor. Her breasts jutted forth, taut and full, as she raised her arms to push at the pale white slip. She stopped, and with trembling hands reached down, caught the hem, and drew it over her head. She slipped her fingers under the elastic band of her panties, and hesitantly drew them down over her thighs. She raised her feet, first one, then the other, and dropped the pale silken garment to the floor. She stood nude before him.
Ike stood stunned, running his eyes over her white body. Her full, pink-tipped breasts rose and fell rapidly with her panting breathing. Her belly was flat, her navel making a dark shadow on its white surface. Her legs were close together, but Ike could see the triangle of pubic hair that surrounded her cunt. He almost leaped across the room at her. Rachel had one glimpse of his large erect male organ before he caught her wrist, grasped her almost brutally by the waist, and stared hotly into her face. He drew her down on the bed, his hand on her breast. He gasped, feeling her heart thudding under his hand.
She panted, "You want me . . . here I am! Take me!"
Her body shivered under him as he lay down, pressing her hard against the bed. He trembled with hot desire and guided his swollen prick to the nest of curly hair. He felt it part, the hot moist lips opening to his pressure. Slowly, he pushed the head into the fiery, tight opening. He felt her stiffen and heard her muffled gasp of pain, but he couldn't stop. The hot tight flesh swallowed his cock slowly, steadily. It was so tight it hurt to shove into her virgin depths. Rachel gasped, her body heaved once, again.
"Oh, Ike!" she moaned. "It hurts . . . ohh . . . it - hurts!"
She gripped his hips tightly and felt him slowly sinking into her vaginal passage. Could she ever take it all in? She was panting and gasping, both pain and desire strong in her. He forced himself in until his balls rested against her upturned buttocks. He felt her shiver and squirm as he pressed against the back of her cunt. He rested now, covering her mouth with his. She let her tongue slide into his mouth, the way Helene had taught her. He sucked at it greedily. She shoved her hips. He caught his breath, then slowly began to work his prick in and out of her vagina.
They fell into a rhythm. The sessions with Helene had taught Rachel how to use the muscles of her cunt. Now they began to pant and gasp for breath. His organ lunged in and out more swiftly. She grew dizzy with joy and ecstasy. They mounted the burning height of a perfect orgasm. Their hearts beat together. The blood seemed to flow out of their bodies and mingle.
"Ahhh, Rachel!" he gasped, shoving his cock deep into her and holding himself still and tense and he pumped hot gushes of semen into the bottommost depths of her cunt. Her uterus muscles contracted, squeezing and drawing the last drop out of him to mingle with her own juices. She cried out in agonized joy.
A great convulsion shook them. They collapsed limply on the bed.
CHAPTER THREE
RAE AND RUTH, THE FAIR, BLOND TWINS, AND the youngest of the Harvitz children, attended a public school about eight blocks away from where they lived. They knew Doll, Mona, Daisy, and most of the other girls in the local street gang. They knew Jeff and Pat, too, but didn't actually know any of the other members. And they were not yet old enough to interest the gang as potential members. Sometimes at night they could catch the streetcar and ride out to the end of the line. There they would walk along the lonely stretch of beach and would lie down in the sand to talk about what they were going to do when they were grown. They lay tonight on the warm sand and talked about Olga and Leah.
"I know they've been up to something," Rae observed. "I can tell by their actions."
"Yes, and look at the way they've filled out," said Ruth. "Their breasts have gotten as big as small cabbage heads!"
"Yes," Rae answered. Then proudly, "But mine are growing, too!" She put her hands to the soft blond hair that tumbled about her shoulders, then let them slide down to her sides. Her waistline was slim, her hips firm, and her legs nicely rounded. Her hands slid up under her clothing, along her smooth calves and thighs. She grew excited under her self-caresses, and wished it weren't dark, so that she could open her blouse to see how firm and beautifully peaked her breasts were, and watch the rosy nipples harden under her touch. She was thinking of Pat Williams, one of Olga's boy friends, and the mental image of the slim dark face excited her further. She sighed - the touch of her hands was producing such delicious little shivers ....
Ruth, too, was thinking, and about almost the same thing. Ruth was chaste - she'd been taught that thoughts of the body were unclean, a great sin. She'd been kissed by boys, but had in fact fought like a demon to preserve her honor with some of the boys on the street where she lived. Still, her delicate girlish body sometimes burned to feel the touch of a rough, strong hand; the slender pale limbs longed to be overborne by a powerful and violent will, to be violated by a man, to surrender utterly and completely to a forceful and ineluctable necessity. For one night - for two nights - for whatever he demanded of her, she would yield to his brutal, obscene demands.
The sound of feet broke the magic spell of the girls' musings. They sat up, listening. The sound grew louder and closer.
"Who could it be?" Rae whispered, a tremor of fear in her voice.
"I don't know," Ruth answered. "Who'd be out here now?"
They made out dim shapes shuffling in the darkness through the beach sand. One of them stumbled and fell, and, laughing uproariously, two of his four companions hauled him to his feet.
"There's somebody out here!" The foremost of the group loosely waved a hand in the direction of the twins.
"They're drunk!" whispered Rae.
"They've seen us!" Ruth said. "What'll we do now?"
"We shouldn't have come. Ruth, I'm scared! I'm scared!"
They loomed close now. They were fully grown men. Ruth could tell they were indeed drunk, dangerously so.
"Hey, it's two girls!" one of them yelled.
"Run, Rae!" shouted Ruth.
The two of them began to sprint along the sand and would easily have escaped the intruders, if Rae hadn't tripped and fell.
"Stay back, you men," Ruth cried. "Leave us alone!"
But trouble wasn't to be avoided that easily. Three of them closed around Rae as she tried frantically to get to her feet. Ruth scooped up a stone as she saw the fourth man come toward her. He was a huge man, with a growth of heavy beard on his face. She noticed Rae being pushed back down, the men closing around her struggling figure, blotting it out. A shrill scream pierced the air.
"Ruth, help! Help me, Ruth!"
Ruth threw the stone as hard as she could, but her awkward, stiff-armed girlish throw missed, and the stone landed in the sand with a harmless thud. The next instant the unshaven man had her by the waist. Almost oblivious of her own danger, she watched as the three men tried to subdue Rae's struggling form. She screamed as loudly as she could, but before she could scream again, the man clamped his hand down over her mouth with cruel force. She bit as deeply as she could, while she and her captor swayed back and forth. Blood gushed into her mouth, but she wasn't even aware of it. The man groaned, but then he squeezed her so tightly that her breath left her and bright streamers of light spiraled before her eyes. She felt him tearing at her clothing.
As from a great distance, she heard Rae's pain-filled and horror-stricken voice gasping, "Oh, my God, No!"
Her vision was blurred and distorted, but she could see that the vicious struggle around Rae's body had almost ended. Two of the three male figures were standing now, and from down on the sand, Rae's voice carried wildly across the beach. "Don't! In God's name, don't! Help! Help! Oh, please don't."
Ruth heard the voice as it rose on an ascending scale, sobbing and filled with terror. Then the screams faded to half-muted cries and pitiful entreaties. And above the whimpered pleas of Rae, she could hear the hoarse grunts of the man who had pinned her down.
"You damn little bitch!" snarled the man whose hand she had bitten. He threw his weight against her, putting her off balance. The odors of sweaty bodies, of strong liquor, and of rank tobacco filled her nostrils.
"Oh, don't . . . please . . . don't!" Ruth's gasping voice, laden with agony and terror, died away. She felt fingers fumbling at her breast and nails scoring her skin. The blood rushed to her head and roared 'in her ears, and she fought back silently, frantically. Suddenly remembering what she had once been told to do, she used her knee in a vicious upward drive, drew a whistling hiss from her assailant. She had all but broken loose, when another man ran up, wound his fingers in her hair, and wrenched her head violently backwards.
"You damn little spitfire!" A face distorted with rage and drunken lust blotted out the sky. She was shoved violently backward, and simultaneously her feet were pulled out from under her and her legs pulled wide apart. Her body struck the hard-packed beach sand. She was momentarily stunned and went limp. The man she'd bitten wrestled her to the ground, while the other held her slender ankles wide apart.
Regaining her breath, she began to struggle again, but they had her tightly pinned down.
The man lay on her a moment, savoring the feel of her body under him. She was soft and warm, and her breasts made two yielding bumps against his chest. He kissed her hand and tingled at the contact.
Ruth struggled weakly under him and tried to push him away. "Don't hurt me! Please, don't hurt me!" she whimpered. She felt her skirt being pushed back over her hips and the cool night breeze blowing over her thighs. She sobbed in lost hopelessness as she felt her briefs roughly torn away. The heavy, stinking body again pressed itself down on her, and his rigid organ shoved hard against her virgin cunt. Slowly, he forced his way into her tight vagina. She stiffened in terrible agony.
"Let me go! Don't! Ah-h-h, don't! Oh! . . . Oh!"
Her arms and legs tightly pinned down, Ruth beat the sand with her head, twisting from side to side with the searing agony. She felt his cock brutally forcing its way into her body. Waves of hot pain shot through her lower body as she felt him tear his way into her. She surged tensely upward.
Ah-hh! No! No! Don't ... ah, God! Don't!" she wildly screamed. He lunged viciously downward, and she screamed again.
Once again he lunged downward, breaking through her final resistance. With a piercing, agonized scream, Ruth Harvitz lost consciousness. Rae, too, went limp, as she succumbed to the brutal attack.
A little after midnight, the twins staggered up the steps of the tenement where they lived. Silently, they undressed and crawled into bed, violated, bruised, and thoroughly spent.
CHAPTER FOUR
RACHEL CAME OUT OF THE BATHTUB AND walked toward the bedroom, from which came the sound of Helene's voice lifted in song. The marks of her wet feet shone on the floor as she hurried down the hallway. She opened the bedroom door wide and paused for a moment, swaying, as if exhausted. She entered, and standing next to the bed on which Helene was lying, asked, "Dry me?"
Helene took the rough towel and passed it caressingly over Rachel's body, rubbing her briskly and making the supple skin come to a pink glow. Dropping the towel, she touched the delicate skin of Rachel's breasts. The two little dark nipples rose and fell with Rachel's panting breath. Helene ran her fingertips gently over the flat surface of Rachel's belly, and her cousin shivered with delight, wriggling her hips. They fell across the bed, Rachel clasping Helene's body between her legs and cradling her head on her heaving breast. She moaned in ecstasy as Helene's mouth closed over her nipple. Suddenly the door opened and Ike walked into the room.
"Well, well!" he jeered. "How about my joining the party?"
The two girls rolled apart. Helene tried frantically to cover her nakedness. "Get out of here, you little sneak," she panted, fury flashing from her eyes. "I'll tell Mother!"
"Yeah," he sneered, "And what about me telling her about you two? A lesbian for a daughter!"
"You dirty little sneak!" Helene raged. "You damned snotnosed little brat!"
"I'm a real man!" Ike said. "Why don't you ask her; she'll tell you."
"What does he mean, Rachel?" Helene asked, turning to look at Rachel, who had made no attempt to cover herself.
"Oh, I let him have me," Rachel answered. "He's not bad in bed."
"No, you didn't. . . you couldn't. . ." Helene gasped incredulously.
"Yes, she did. And now it's your turn!"
"You're crazy! It would almost be incest! I won't! No, damn you, I won't!"
"I think you will. Anyway, what've you got to lose but your cherry?"
"I think he's right, Helene," said Rachel. "If he told your mother . . ."
"No, please! Don't!" she cried, as Ike slipped out of the robe he was wearing and advanced toward the bed. Before she could move, he seized her passionately.
"Don't touch me!" she wept. "Oh, how I'll hate you for this!" She tried to rise, but he held her down across the bed. Pressing her down flat on her back, he began to caress her breasts. One hand cupped the warm nest between her thighs. She felt his hot breath on her cheek.
"All right," she sobbed, "go ahead! But I'll never speak to you again!" She felt his body slide up and his legs force themselves between her knees. She recoiled as she felt the head of his prick pushing against the lips of her vagina.
Again she pleaded, "Oh, No! . . . No! . . . Please, don't do that! . . . No!"
Another push, and she could feel him begin to slide into her. Although her juices had begun to flow during her brief play with Rachel, Ike still felt terribly big and painful as, breathing hard, he pressed his way in. Her arms and shoulders quivered with pain; her legs thrashed up and down. Ike stopped, and as the pain abated slightly, Helene realized that he'd accomplished his goal. She could feel the head of him resisting against some sensitive spot deep inside her. She stopped pleading and gave a long final sob. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back, and nervously pulled at the sheets with her fingers. As the pain gradually gave way to a new, almost pleasurable sensation, her feet quivered, and suddenly her legs opened wide.
Cautiously, Ike again began to move. Helene gasped in joyous pain, then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. She began to wriggle her hips; her body worked about under him. Returning her kiss, Ike sent his tongue deep into her mouth, and hers curled up to meet it, hot and sharp. She gasped into his open mouth as his cock probed deep, withdrew, and probed again.
"OH! OH! ... Ike ... Ike ... Oh, Ike!" she moaned and gasped in animal pleasure.
Rachel watched with eager eyes, her body tensing in hot passion. She rubbed her breasts and let her hand slide over the moist curly nest of her cunt. She looked down and saw an expression of ecstasy spread over Helene's face.
"Oh-h-h! Ahhh! O-o-o-o-h!" Helene gasped. She rubbed her lips hard against Ike's teeth, sucking at his tongue and greedily swallowing the saliva. She began to shiver steadily and jerked up to meet Ike's movements. Suddenly her eyes rolled back and she twisted violently.
"A-h-h-h-h! O-O-O-O-O-H! Oh, Ike! My in-sides are on fire . . . Oh! Oh! Oh!" She unconsciously contracted the muscles of her vagina, almost squeezing the flowing semen out of his organ, as her own juices flowed freely. They heaved violently, rolled from side to side, and then collapsed, still locked tightly together.
It was several minutes before Helene gathered her wits and looked around her. Ike had rolled off, and she could see Rachel kissing and stroking him, slowly urging his cock back to an erect and swollen state.
Still caught up in the lust of her new experience, Helene whispered in Rachel's ear, "I dare you to suck it!"
"I will if you will! Promise?"
"All right," Helene panted. "Go on! I will, after awhile."
Slowly Rachel began to run her lips over Ike's body. She kissed his chest, then his stomach, his belly. Her warm fingers curled around the newly erect, throbbing penis. She drew the skin up and down gently, feeling the blood pulse through it. She closed her eyes and slowly let her lips touch the warm, salty head. She felt Ike stiffen in surprise as she took the swollen head into her mouth. His fingers wound into her hair, pulling her closer. A sick feeling arose in her stomach, but she fought it down, and opening her jaws widely, she slowly slid her mouth down. Slowly, then faster, she flicked her tongue over the head, and then began moving up and down. Each time she bobbed downwards, she let it slip a little deeper into the confines of her mouth and throat.
Suddenly she shivered, and then gasped in ecstasy. Helene had slipped between her thighs, and she could feel Helene's tongue dart into her open cunt. Long and hot, it flicked deep into her channel. Rachel forced her head down, and Ike's cock slid deep into her throat. Her body undulated, twisted, arched, shivered, and stiffened with pleasure as Helene's tongue touched and caressed every sensitive spot it could reach. Helene, pressed tightly against Rachel's crotch, sucked and drew with greedy lips at the well of Rachel's vagina.
Again Rachel took Ike's organ deep into her throat. She choked and gagged, but forced herself to keep it there, sucking at it strongly and steadily. At the same time, she could feel Helene's long hot tongue curve with delicious, devouring intensity along the walls of her vagina. She gently pressed her legs against the head buried deep between her thighs and ground her hips down, feeling the slow, hot fire grow slowly outward from deep within her bursting glands.
She sucked the head of Ike's organ still deeper into her throat, felt it swell, throb, and then explode its heavy load of warm, sticky semen into her mouth. She gagged and choked, but was determined to complete the dare, she forced herself to swallow every drop of the creamy fluid. At almost the same moment her own orgasm reached its peak, and she could feel Helene's tongue drawing and pulling, draining every drop of juice from her exhausted body. She rolled free of the entangled mass of arms and legs and lay flat on her back. In a moment she had drifted off into a euphoric state, oblivious to everything.
She awoke from a dazed sleep to hear Helene pleading, "I don't want to. I'm too tired now."
"You're going to!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Please, I can't right now'"
"Come on ... do it!"
Rachel glanced to see Helene massaging Ike's prick from a kneeling position, and Ike forcing her head down toward it. Finally she bent over and took it into her mouth. Rachel slid backwards between Helene's legs and pulled the moist flesh of her cunt down over her face. She sent her tongue curling into the warm depths of her vagina, still sticky with the sweet-sour spendings of Ike's attack on her. She felt the soft thighs close firmly against her head and neck.
"Ah-h-h! Oh-h-h!" gasped Ike, as he reached his third climax, sending weak spurts of semen into Helene's throat. Rachel pressed her open mouth tightly against Helene's cunt and sucked rapidly and greedily. They fell apart. Wordlessly, Ike picked up his robe and staggered, exhausted, from the room.
"Gee, I'm sure worn out," moaned Rachel.
"Me, too," said Helene, "but it was wonderful, wasn't it?"
"Yes, and just think - anytime we want to, we can make him do it."
"Yeah! It hurt when he put it in me," Helene said, "but I liked it at the end."
She wrapped her arms around Rachel and pillowed her head on the soft breast. In a minute they were both asleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
DAISY STOPPED AT THE TOP OF THE STEPS THAT led down to the old cellar. The ball she had been tossing into the air had rolled away from her and bounced down the steps. Daisy went down slowly, found her ball, and was turning to climb back up, when a sound caught her ear. Someone was in the darkened cellar. Daisy stood listening, her heart pounding with excitement as she recognized the nature of the frantic sound issuing from the darkened room.
"Oh-h-h, honey!" a girl's voice panted hotly. "Ah-h-h! It's good!"
A boy's voice gasped an answer, "Yeah, it's good . . . really good!"
Daisy peered into the dark room. She could see their dim forms on the battered sofa against the dark shadow of the stone wall. The figures writhed and rocked. She saw the dim whiteness that was the boy's buttocks and the pale flesh of the girl's thighs.
"I'm comin', honey . . . Here it comes . . ." The panting gasps and heavy breathing reached a climax. Daisy slipped silently up the steps and looked around for a place to hide. She crouched down behind a pile of rotting boards near the top of the steps and waited.
The girl came out first. Daisy drew a long breath. It was Nellie Sexton, her face flushed and her hair tangled. One of the buttons of her blouse was open, and it was not tucked into her skirt. The boy followed a minute later. Daisy recognized him as Ned Brett, a member of a rival street gang. The rest of the gang would like to know about this . . .
Nellie Sexton strolled along, her wide hips swaying from side to side. She was thinking about Ned, of the hot embraces they had shared many times, and of what would happen if the local gang ever found out about their affair. She went down the steps into the cellar. She gasped in fear when, instead of Ned, she saw all nine male members of her own gang. The nine boys were lined up ominously along the walls. Ned, his face badly battered, was lying almost at the foot of the steps.
"Come in, bitch!" said Jeff, softly.
"W - what's going on?" Nellie stammered.
"Just fixin' to have a gang shag, honey." Pat jeered.
"Yep," said Slug, "and you've been elected, baby!"
"Don't try to put on an act," Mel warned.
"We know you've been putting out to this punk." He motioned toward Ned.
"You're getting off lucky," added Jeff. "We could let the girls work you over. Which do you want?"
"What do you think?" Nellie retorted. She began to open the buttons of her blouse.
"Okay, you guys," said Jeff, "once around. I'll go first."
Nellie, now nude, lay back on the floor, her legs open, her white thighs gleaming against the concrete. She took Jeff's cock in her hand and guided it to the lips of her cunt.
"All right, give it to me, Jeff," she said. "Just keep them from getting rough. I can screw them to death!"
She felt him bear down and slide harshly into her still dry vagina. She closed her eyes and began to work her hips up and down. Her movements were sure, steady, and lustful. A gang shag was nothing new to her, but she'd never taken more than five at one time before. Jeff had enjoyed Nellie many times and considered her a good lay. He let his organ slide deep into her, then reached down under her and cupped a soft full buttock in each hand. Their lovemaking grew violent, but Nellie was wise and held back her orgasm. When she felt him quicken the tempo, she surged against him, still holding back her climax. His heavy load shot into her, and she felt relief at the lubrication. Pat was next. She did the same with him, giving him everything to make him enjoy the act but holding back her own orgasm. Slug followed. He was slow and deliberate, but she managed to restrain herself. Ben didn't seem to stay on more than a minute, and still she held on. Bill was next, with the biggest organ of the five who had taken her thus far. Nellie began to let go. She was wet with sweat now, and her muscles were getting tired. She couldn't hold back any longer! She felt her body involuntarily tense, and a moment later she shuddered to a violent climax.
"A-H-H-H! O-H-H-H-H!" she cried, twisting and turning frantically on the hard floor.
Andy stepped up for his turn. Nellie lay still, letting him do all the work. She knew it was going to be painful from now on. She began to hurt badly when Red drove into her. She bit her lips, beads of sweat standing out on her forehead.
"Please, Jeff!" she pleaded, when Red had finished. "Can't I rest just a minute?"
"No! You took your choice. Go on, boys!"
Ed was next. She sobbed with pain when he sent his organ sliding into her. But Mel's huge cock brought a cry of agony from her lips.
He was brutal, but fast. When she felt him sending his load into her, ending the ordeal, she sobbed with relief.
"I'll bet she's got a quart of come in her!" observed Red, looking at the puddle that had accumulated on the floor below her raw open cunt.
"Yeah, and next time we'll send for the Mason Street boys to give you some more," Jeff said. "You know what they'll do to you!"
Nellie shuddered! As she slowly got up and wiped herself gingerly with a towel, she thought about what the Masons had done to Tony Brown.
Tony had lost her virginity behind the school bleachers when she was fourteen. A month later she joined the gang. One night at about eight-thirty she was returning from the drug store, and she decided to cut across the empty lot behind the old condemned tenements about two blocks from where she lived. She wasn't thinking about the warnings she'd received from the others about the Mason Street gang.
She saw a dim alley running between two of the old buildings. It looked like it would shorten her trip further, and she turned into it. She had never been through here before. She became apprehensive as the darkness closed around her. She walked uneasily through the unfamiliar labyrinth twists of the dark alley. Realizing that she was losing her sense of direction, she decided that she'd better turn back and regain the open sidewalk. At that moment she heard a footstep behind her. She turned back again and hastened her steps. The footsteps continued. She was being pursued! Panic-stricken, she began to run. She darted into a cross alley, found her way blocked, reversed her direction, and ran blindly into the darkness, without knowing where she was going. Badly frightened now, her throat went dry and her temples throbbed as she fled wildly. Suddenly a brick wall loomed up in front of her. She was in a blind passage. Quickly, she tried to turn back, but two boys barred her way.
"Where do you think you're going?" one of them laughed.
"Let me pass!"
"Are you joking? You're in Mason territory, babe! You're coming along with us!" They grabbed her by the arms.
Tony cried out, "You . . . you let me go! Please, let me go!" She struggled and kicked out with her feet, but they forced her along between them. Again she cried out, in anger and fear, "Let me go, damn you! Let me go!"
"Be quiet. Nobody'll hear you. And if they did, they wouldn't care!"
"I won't be quiet!"
"You want a beating?"
"No! But please let me go!"
"No! . . . You coming along? Or do we have to slug you and carry you?"
"All right! Don't hit me!"
With hurried steps they led her back along the alley, turned in between two other buildings, and in about a hundred feet came to some steps leading down to a low door. Pulling Tony down the steps between them, one of them tapped lightly at the door. She heard a bolt slide back. The door opened and a dim light flashed into her face.
"Inside, babe!" one of the boys behind her ordered, shoving her into the room.
"Well, what've we got here?" The boy with the lamp asked.
"She cut through the alley, and we caught her," answered one of her captors. "She belongs to the Loco gang."
"All right, we'll teach her the art of love - Mason Street style!"
The boy put the lamp down on the table. Tony glanced around in terror. There were about a dozen boys in the room. A table, three broken chairs, and a wide bed with dirty blankets tossed helter-skelter on it was all the furniture the room contained. The boy who had opened the door and apparently was the head of the gang, advanced toward her. Tony backed off until she came up against the wall. She pressed herself against it. He grinned at her, an evil look in his eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?" she gasped.
"Screw you," he leered, "and not only me, but every damn one of us here."
"Oh, no!" Tony looked pleadingly at him, almost fainting with fear. She looked around in the vain hope of help but saw only cold, lust-filled faces.
"It ... it would kill me!" she stammered.
"Naw, you'll live through it."
Again he advanced toward her. His head was big, with short, stubby hair. Two of his teeth were missing, making his face look even more terrible. He was standing so that the lamp threw his shadow from floor to ceiling along the wall behind him. He leered at her. Tony's terror only amused him. He looked at the bulge of her young breasts. He was going to depress their roundness with his fingers; he was going to pinch and bite them. Across the room someone laughed. Her bottom, now pressed flat against the wall, was probably round and full. Her legs were close together, but he'd soon have them open. Her ankles were slim, and her calves smooth and tempting. They called for hands, hands that would force their way even higher. Hands that would stop her resistance, burning, rough hands that would not stop moving until they had probed, pinched, and caressed her everywhere. He would raise her dress with one hand and hold her with the other. She would scream, but nobody would hear her. Her flesh would be white and soft above her knees. He would pinch her there and feel the warmth. He would grab her! It was going to be a Mason Street rape! She would never forget tonight!
"Come on, you bitch!" he snarled, reaching out to grab her. But his hands only knocked her off balance. She reeled into the corner, opened her mouth wide, and screamed.
"Help! . . . Rape! . . . Help! . . . Help!"
"Yell, you damn slut! No one will hear you!"
He rushed at her and this time caught her and dealt her a ringing blow on the side of the head. The impact bounced Tony back against the wall. She staggered, slipped down to the floor, and crouched there sobbing, her skirt twisted up around her waist. She was stunned! Her eyes were open, but she saw nothing. He leered down at her.
"Go on," he invited. "Yell all you damn please!"
Terrified, she looked up and felt her skin grow cold. His face was horribly flushed, his eyes narrowed in brutal lust, his mouth twisted in a savage grin. He moved slowly toward her.
"Help!" she cried frantically. "Please, somebody help me!"
"Yell louder," he suggested, and moved closer, until he stood above her. Her terror was fascinating. The lust boiled higher in his veins. This promised to be sport such as he hadn't enjoyed along the alley in a long time. The Mason Street boys liked the girls to squeal and kick and fight. In a few minutes he would take her, not gently but with brutal, savage lust. First, he would slap her around until she would be stripped, then . . .
The other boys were getting into the same spirit, talking loudly, excited at the shag they would force the girl to endure.
"Now, my cute little bitch, you can get ready." His hands slipped under her arms, and he lifted her to her feet. He pulled her, crushed her against him.
"No! Please, no!" she cried out in a piteous voice. She tried to struggle, but his arms tightened like steel bands, slowly, powerfully. She gasped for breath. He felt her breasts against him, and they excited him even more. He slapped her viciously - once . . . twice - her head rolled back, and her face grew tense and white with fear and pain.
"Stand still!" he ordered. "Watch this, fellows!" He laughed and stepped back. "Come here, bitch!"
Tony hesitantly stepped closer. He sensed her fear and trepidation.
Deliberately, he reached out and patted her on the thigh. She recoiled. His hands rested on her waist. He ran his hand down firmly over the ungirdled hip and thigh. She stiffened under his pressing palm. Her terror, revulsion, and embarrassment aroused him more. She was too shy to let him feel her before the others, but too afraid of him to move. Sadistically, he moved his hand downward until his fingers came into contact with her knees. Her skin was warm and soft. He slid his hand under the dress to the smoothness of her thighs. She whimpered in a low, broken voice. She shivered as his hand moved up to touch the thin cloth of her panties, and his fingers stroked the twin mounds of her buttocks. He felt her shiver again, as his other hand stole over the curve of her hip and thigh. He'd enjoy this luscious young body. He'd make her moan and pant. She would wiggle her little butt for him. He forced his hand between her closely pressed legs and tightened his grip cruelly on the softness of her inner thigh.
"Oh . . . don't!" she gasped in pain.
He was boiling with lust. He wanted to shout! He was all on fire, flaming and trembling! He wanted to whip her! He wanted to strip her lovely body and beat her until she fainted . . .listen to her scream and plead! He rose, trembling, and panted into her terror-stricken face.
"Get your glad rags off. I mean every last stitch of them! You don't know what you got coming!"
"Oh, please don't make me undress," she begged.
"Get 'em off, bitch," he snarled, "and I mean now!" He slapped her again. He watched with hot eyes as she began to undress. Piece by piece, she removed her clothing, until she stood shivering in naked terror.
"By God!" someone in the room said. "Will you look at that?"
They gazed at the white slender body, with its full, upthrust breasts topped with firm, pink nipples. Her legs were close together, but the pubic hair was visible between her thighs.
"Tie her on the bed!" the leader ordered. "Face down! I want to warm up her little ass."
Tony fought frantically, screaming wildly, but she was soon face down on the dirty bed, her wrists and ankles lashed to the four bedposts. The leader quickly removed his belt and wound it around his hand. He looked down at his helpless victim. She lay with her face twisted away from him, hiding her mute terror. He let his eyes run slowly over her, taking in and savoring the heaving shoulders, the tender curve of the spine, the small waist, and the rounded hips. He dwelt on the full curves of her buttocks, her white, full-fleshed thighs, her smooth calves, her slender ankles, almost hidden now by the ropes twisted around them, and the pink heels of her bare feet. He lifted the belt high and brought it hissing down. There was a loud 'smack' as it slashed across her tender buttocks. She jerked wildly, and a piercing scream rang through the room.
"Don't! Oh ... no! No! Please don't!"
The belt hissed again and again caught her across the hips. Awful waves of agony rolled through her. Again it fell, this time across her upper thighs, just -below her buttocks. Tony felt another flash of terrible pain and let loose another wild scream of agony.
"Don't! Oh ... oh ... oh ... no, please, n more!"
Again and again the belt hissed through the air and smashed across her body. She buckled and screamed, but the beating went on. Eventually her cries grew weaker, until they were only blubbering moans. Then he stopped. He didn't want her to pass out, not yet anyway.
"Untie the bitch!" he ordered, sweat running down his red face and the veins of his neck distended from his exertions.
Tony's legs and arms were freed, but she remained face down across the bed, shuddering in mute agony. Red welts stood out on the pale skin of her back, an angry red mark ran the full width of her hips, and the backs of her thighs were crisscrossed with ridges of red and purple.
"Roll over, whore," he said. "You're gonna get jazzed like you never got it before."
"Oh, please," she begged, rolling on her side. "I'm so sick. I've got to get something put on my back."
"You'll get something on your belly," he laughed. "And something in it, too." He was busy stripping as he spoke. She shuddered with revulsion at the sight. His body was covered with short black hair, and his arms and shoulders bulged with knotted muscles. His organ stood out in front of him; it was not thick but must have been ten inches long. A wave of searing pain ran through her as she fell on her back and her broken, bruised skin rubbed against the dirty mattress and blankets.
"Please, oh, please!" she appealed. "Please let me go. I can't take all of you."
"Yes, you can, and you will! Now open them legs and get your knees up high, so we can get started."
She didn't have the strength to resist any further. He fell on top of her, placing his elbows on either side of her chest. He rubbed the long organ up down the inside of her thighs and pressed his hairy body down on the shivering girl.
"Put your little hand down there, babe, and put it in for me."
Tony shuddered in sickness and revulsion. His hairy body stifled and choked her. Painfully, she reached down and took the long hot prick in her hand and placed it at the opening of her cunt. She felt him tense, then heard him say.
"Now, baby, you're going to get it shoved clear to your tits." She felt the head push into the opening, and then, with a brutal shove, he drove the full length viciously into her. She moaned and screamed in agony as she felt him tear his way in. He seemed to be pushing right into her stomach.
"Oh, don't! ... No! ... No! .. . Ah-H-H! O-H-H-H-H!" She stiffened in pain and quivered like a pierced rabbit. Never had anything hurt so. He began to pump, and she surged and jerked with each motion. Her body was on fire! She was being torn apart! She felt the head move deep in her body, probing even into the sensitive nerves of her womb. He drew a deep breath when he felt his cock sink into the tight hot depths of her vagina. She was really a good piece! And he liked to hear her beg, to feel her squirm in pain. It sent his passion soaring to brutal heights. He was going to give her a real screwing, one she'd always remember. He listened with pleasure as she gasped with pain each time he lunged deep into her.
"A-ah! Don't! ... Oh, please don't! Oh-h-h! . . Don't!" She writhed, she moaned, she gasped and pleaded, but it was all in vain. He went on relentlessly, viciously, brutally, cruelly! He hissed in savage lust each time he felt her hot cunt close about the head of his prick and squeeze it with soft fiery fingers. Through it all, Tony sobbed in a low, broken voice; a piteous sound that was ignored. The rest of the gang gathered around the bed, watching hotly and making obscene remarks. "Listen to her bawl," one laughed. "He's hitting her belly button now - look at 'em buck," shouted another.
"Go on, boy! Give it to her! I'm next." "I'm after you! . . . Say, don't get hung in that thing!"
"Make her yell!" "Oh, boy, look at her ass bobble." "Come on, give us a break - we want some, too!"
"Throw it to her!"
"You ain't seen nothin' yet! Wait till the Greek gets her - he likes brown hole!"
Tony, through all her agonizing pain, heard their bantering and grew cold with fear. "Oh, please! . . . Please, don't! . . ."
He was pumping in a hot frenzy now. He sent his long prick plunging in and out with hard, rapid strokes. He began to moan with pleasure.
"I'll throw a load in you that'll float your kidneys," he panted.
The others continued their comments. "He's comin' now!" "Yeah, fill her up!"
Tony felt the organ swell as it was shoved deep into her with brutal force. He tensed and began to quiver with violent passion. She felt the hot semen gush into her. She closed her eyes, a knot of revulsion growing in her stomach.
Finally, he rolled off, but another immediately took his place, then a third. She was no longer struggling, but lay limp and passive, her back paining her terribly. She felt swollen and bloated.
"Can I stand it?" she thought. "There's so many of them." She moaned as the fourth took her. He was slow, using her with vicious, sadistic pleasure. She felt his lips hot on hers, and grew sicker. Five . . . six . . . seven . . . eight . . . nine . . . ten . . . eleven . . . twelve! Would it ever end! She no longer worded any protest, but merely gasped and blubbered low, broken sounds of agony. Her body seemed to be filled with fire. Her cunt was raw! Her whole body was stiff and sore. Her lips were bruised from their brutal kisses. Her breasts felt raw from the rubbing of their rough hands, and the insides of her thighs felt as if the skin had been torn off. She lay in a sticky puddle of semen and could feel it flowing out of her. The boy who was on her finished and rolled off.
"All right, Greek, take over!" someone said.
The Greek was a big, lumbering youth of eighteen or nineteen. He was huge, almost six-feet-six, and over two hundred pounds. Tony shuddered in fear as she caught a glimpse of his massive penis, longer and much thicker than the leader's. He would kill her; he was so big!
"Oh, I can't take him! He'll kill me! Please let me go now!" she sobbed her appeal to the gang leader.
"He ain't bad. He won't hurt you . . . much!" the leader laughed maliciously.
"Roll over, baby," said the Greek.
"Oh, no! Don't beat me again! . . . Please don't . . . don't beat me anymore!"
"Beat you, hell!" the Greek laughed. "Just roll over - I ain't gonna beat you." He laughed again, low and evilly.
Tony finally managed to turn over on her face, crouching slightly, hoping his assurances would extend to his taking her quickly and without too much force dog fashion.
"Lay down flat!" growled the Greek. "You guys, grab her arms and legs and spread her out wide."
Tony was filled with apprehension. What was he going to do ? Suddenly she realized why he was probably called the 'Greek'! Paralyzed with fear, she instinctively tensed her buttocks, straining to close them together in protection. She felt the huge head of the Greek's organ probing against her bottom.
"No! No! No!" she shrieked. "You can't do that! It won't go in there! You'll tear me in half! You'll kill me!" She screamed and twisted in frenzied desperation, trying to evade his jabbing prick. But the others held her tightly. The Greek had never before taken a girl who still had her asshole cherry, and they watched in fascination.
"Open up, damn you!" hissed the Greek, who was unable to push his way between her tightly tensed cheeks.
But Tony only tensed herself even more and continued to jerk and pull away from every jab.
"A couple of you guys pull her butt open until I get in," he snarled. "Damn you, bitch, for that I'm going to ream you dry!" And with the corner of a blanket he wiped off the semen that had gathered from rubbing against her flowing cunt. Two of the boys grasped her buttocks and forced them apart, at the same time pinning her body tightly against the bed. The Greek placed the head of his cock against her tiny anal opening and bore down with his full weight. The other boys watched, their eyes bugging, scarcely breathing. For a moment Tony's tensed sphincter muscle withstood the assault, but the crushing weight of the Greek was too much, and her resistance gave way. Suddenly the head was in! Tony screamed at the top of her lungs, again and again, but the gang was hardly aware of it. They watched with morbid fascination as the Greek continued to force his way in.
"Damn, he's halfway in her," one of them murmured in amazement. "He's gonna tear her guts apart."
"Naw! Wanna bet?" answered another. "Boy, look at 'em sweat. Come on, ram it all into her - don't stop now!" he added to the Greek, who had paused momentarily to catch his breath.
"Yeah, make her piss!" laughed another.
"Hell, she's too full of come to piss. Look at him squeezing it out of her cunt!"
The excitement mounted. "Come on, shove the rest in! Atta boy!" as the Greek renewed his attack.
"Now she'll really yell!"
"Look at it go in! She's sure got a gut full now!"
Tony's eyes bulged in agony. She jerked and twisted, but the Greek was in too deeply to be shaken off.
"Oh, good God! . . . help me!" she shrieked. "He's going to kill me! Oh, stop him! . . . Please stop him!"
She felt him slide in deeper and deeper, filling her whole body with sheer agony. If only he would stop! If only she could faint . . . but she couldn't! The Greek grabbed her by the hips and savagely hunched with all his strength and weight. He broke through her last resistance and plunged fully into her hot rectum. He gasped in ecstatic pleasure. He felt her lunge wildly, but placed his chin in the hollow of her shoulder and pinned her tightly to the bed. Tony's screams turned into a terrifying agonized rasping sound.
"OHHHH! You can't! NO! Don't! OHHHH! OHHH! OHHHHHH!"
The Greek panted aloud. His body was wet with sweat. He was in the midst of an ecstasy-filled moment that sent waves of lust through him. No girl was ever this tight. Never before had he gotten in so completely. He began to pump, first slowly, then rapidly and forcefully, each time ramming tightly against her widely spread buttocks. He hardly heard her constant screams.
"He's gone now!" someone yelled. The others joined in.
"Look at him shove it in!" "Tamp her shit!" "Wet her guts!" "Fill her full!"
The Greek began to moan. He drove to a furious climax. Tony felt his semen rush into her bowels. She gave a last scream of agony as he rammed his swelling organ into her with full force and held himself against her as he quivered in his orgasm. Finally, she mercifully passed out. The Greek took a deep breath and rose, dripping with sweat.
When Tony's gang learned of the brutal rape, they were enraged. Tony managed to keep it a secret from her mother by staying with Mona for a few days, until the worst effects wore off. But it was a long time before she fully recovered. The gang wanted to battle it out with the Mason Street boys, but Jeff had another idea.
"Judd Lemmons is the leader of the Masons," he said, "and he's got a good looking sister, about fourteen of fifteen. Don't you know her, Olga?"
"Yes," Olga answered. "She goes to school with me."
"Well, we'll get back at him through her."
"Say," remarked Pat, "isn't she that cute little redhead we saw at the bowling alley the other night, Olga?"
"Sure. The one you got hot pants for."
"Yeah," Pat said thoughtfully. "That's the way to get even."
"Okay," said Jeff. "Now here's what we'll do . . ."
Marjorie Lemmons smiled, her white teeth flashing in her beautiful face. She was talking with Mabel Warren, unaware that Mabel was a member of the rival gang. Marjorie was dressed in blue jeans, a white shirt, and a light pullover sweater. The sweater hugged her full, firm breasts, and the blue jeans clung to the curves of her hips and thighs. Her long, cop-per-hued hair was tied back with a pink ribbon.
"Yes," she was saying. "I'll come to the dance. I'll tell Mom I'm staying with a friend. She won't know about it."
"Be there by six-thirty," Mabel told her.
"Here's the address." She gave Marjorie a slip of paper. "I'll have one of the boys meet you there. He'll bring you to the dance. We're keeping the place a secret, so our parents won't find out about it and make us break up early."
"Send a cute boy to meet me," Marjorie laughed.
"I will! One you'll never forget."
Jeff satisfied all Marjorie's expectations. They picked their way through the littered alley and along the front of a condemned tenement building.
"Here! Down in the basement," said Jeff, holding the girl by the hand.
"Gee," Marjorie giggled, "it's sure well hidden, isn't it?"
"Yes. Nobody ever comes around here."
Marjorie went down the stairs with Jeff. He rapped on the door. It opened, and he pushed Marjorie into the room. All the boys and girls were there. They actually were having a dance. A phonograph blared brassy music, and several couples were dancing. Several bottles and a flask were visible. There was a stale smell of tobacco smoke, mingled with the odor of cheap whiskey, rum, and coke.
"Hi, babe," someone called. "Come on in and join the party."
Marjorie was dressed in a plaid skirt and white blouse. She wore red bobby sox, with brown and white saddle shoes. Her red hair fell down over her shoulders, and a red silk ribbon was tied over it.
"Have a drink, chick!" Someone handed her a glass.
"Okay, but I haven't taken many."
"It's just a rum-coke. You can't even tell you've had a drink."
Soon the glass was empty. While she danced with one of the boys, it was refilled. She hesitated but drank it.
"Sock it in," he said, pulling her hard against him.
"That isn't nice," she answered, trying to pull away.
"Come on, sock it in," he said. "All right!"
She felt his crotch grind hard against her, and then felt a hard bulge. She shivered but remained close to him. The music stopped, and while Nellie changed the record, Jeff thrust the flask at Marjorie.
"Drink up, chick!" he said.
"I ... I don't want anymore."
"Take it! It won't hurt you."
"Well, okay, just a little."
She tipped the flask and drank a small amount, but Jeff put his hand behind her hand and pushed the flask up so that it rattled against her teeth.
"Drink some; it's free."
She resisted for a moment, then obeyed. He held the bottle to her mouth while she took six big swallows. When he removed it, she was gagging and tears stood in her eyes.
"I'll get drunk," she gasped.
"That ain't all you'll get," he murmured in a voice too low for her to hear. "You'll get a lot more."
Nellie was necking with Slug. He ran his hand down the front of her blouse. She giggled and rubbed her hips hard against him. Marjorie was dancing with Jeff again. She looked flushed, her eyes appeared sleepy, and she had a drugged, lost expression.
"Don't do that," she giggled when she felt him cup one of her buttocks in his hand.
"Aw, don't be so touchy."
She leaned dizzily against him, her soft warm body loose and slack. Again, as the record was changed, he gave her the flask. She didn't protest, but tipped it and drank heavily. She was hot and her head was spinning. Jeff's hand dropped to the round curves of her buttocks.
"Don't!" she protested weakly.
He ignored her. His hands cupped the soft round cheeks. Feeling the flesh give under his pressing fingers, he slid his palms along the twin slopes, tracing the hem of her panties. The girl tried to draw away as she saw his face coming closer to hers. He jerked her hard against him.
"Let me loose," she begged, turning her face away from his.
"Kiss me, you little bitch!"
"No!"
He pulled the slim girl toward him. She tried to squirm away. He shoved her down on the couch and pressed his body close against her. He took her in his arms and roughly kissed her lips, her cheeks, her throat. She shoved him away. He pulled her blouse open, popping the buttons off, and kissed her soft white shoulder.
"Please, Jeff, please!" she cried. "I've had enough now ... I want to go home!"
"No one goes home now," Jeff answered. "Besides, no one ever gets enough loving baby!"
The music had stopped, but the needle ground harshly on the record. This played a counterpoint to Marjorie's whining pleas.
"I thought you liked me?" Jeff asked.
"I do!"
"Gimme a kiss, then." "No, no! Let me go!" "The hell I will!" "Please let me go!"
With one arm he pulled her towards him, while with his other hand he bared and squeezed a pink-tipped breast. She struggled frantically.
"Get her, Jeff," Mona laughed.
"Yeah, let's get on with it," added Bill.
Marjorie continued to plead with Jeff to let her go.
"Want us to soften her up, Jeff?" asked Nellie, a cold, hard gleam in her eyes.
Jeff shook his head. "No, she'll come across. She just needs a little coaxing, don't you baby?"
"No! No! No!"
"You don't mean it?"
"Yes, I do!"
"Nuts, you'll come across . . . ."
"No, I won't! I want to go home!"
"You're not going anywhere! You're gonna come across!"
She tried to rise, but the drinks had sapped her strength and Jeff held her helpless in his arms.
"Don't stall anymore," he warned softly.
"I'm not stalling! I never done it, and I'm not going to!"
He slapped her, but not too hard! Then he ran his hands over her breasts.
"Jeff, please don't," she pleaded.
"Shut up!" he snarled, running his hand under her skirt and gripping the warm flesh of her thighs. Marjorie shivered in revulsion and fear.
"Don't! . . . Don't!" she cried. "Let me go!"
Again she tried to rise. Jeff grabbed her arm and yanked her hard against him.
"You little tease!" he said, twisting her arm and forcing her back on the couch. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson."
"Please, please, Jeff!"
"Your lousy brother and his mob raped one of our girls, and you're going to pay for it!"
He forced her down, twisting her arm until she writhed in agony.
"Don't do it! Please don't, Jeff!"
She struggled to free herself. His fingers gripped her arm savagely. With the other hand he struck her again across the face.
"Be still bitch, or I'll knock your teeth out!"
Mona chuckled. "Beat hell out of her, Jeff," she said.
"Please, Jeff!" Marjorie was sobbing now. "Please!"
Once more he struck her.
"Get your pants off," he panted, "and stretch your little ass out on that couch - and be quick!"
"Please . . . don't . . . make . . . me!" she wailed.
"Get 'em off!" Again he slapped her.
She cried out in pain. "All right . . . just don't hit me again!" She cowered in fear under his upraised hand.
"Wait!" said Mabel. "She does a native dance that's out of this world. I saw her do it in the restroom at school. Make her do it now!"
"Yeah!" added Mona. "Let's see it!" She went to the stack of records, searched for the one she wanted, and started the music."
"Get going, bitch!" Jeff grinned.
Marjorie hesitated a moment, then rose to her feet and walked to the center of the room. She raised her hands above her head, snapping her fingers to the beat of the music. Slowly she began to undulate her body with languorous, sensual movements, accompanied by rapid beats of her feet. She twisted and swayed, her lithe body curving and pirouetting in a passionate dance. Her skirt swirled about her slender legs as she began to swing her hips in a wild rhythm. Her naked breasts gleamed in the yellow light of the lamp. Her eyes flashed with fear and passion. Swaying her body rhythmically, Marjorie lifted her skirt above her knees with a strange quivering gesture. She began a hot, swaying movement of her thighs, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. She swayed and rolled, her breath coming out in short rasping sobs, her lips uttering low, unintelligible sounds . . .
Jeff gasped, as his eyes took in the white thighs, the swaying hips, the superb breasts, the narrow waist. She was building a raging fire in the blood of every boy in the room. Slowly she moved about; then gradually she accentuated her rhythm and gestures, first contracting her body, then stretching as taut as a rapier, while she beat a tattoo on the floor. She posed for an instant with her lithe back arched, her firm breasts bared in an insolent, provoking attitude, her hips undulating and twisting under her plaid skirt. The boys were overjoyed. Filled with lust, they burst into hoarse sensual cries of obscene enthusiasm. The record ended!
"Damn!" Jeff gasped. "I'll rape her now!"
Marjorie stood panting a moment, then turned to him and said, "Gimme another drink! Let me get drunk before you do it - I've never done it before!"
"Give her a bottle," said Jeff. "Let her get high."
She took the bottle offered her by Mona, tipped it and drank deeply of the mixture of rum and coke. She gagged, but tipped it again and again. She felt the warm glow spread through her body, and despite the peril of the gang around her, she felt an excited feeling slowly creep over her.
"Now, baby, you're going to be good, ain't you?"
Jeff pulled her into his arms. She clung dizzily to him, and he felt her quiver. He pressed his mouth to hers, feeling her soft moist lips give under the pressure of his. He caressed the little firm points of her breasts. Her heart beat wildly. She had sometimes wanted to know what it was like to be taken by a boy, and now that moment had arrived. She was afraid - and it would not only be one, but many. She buried her face in Jeff's chest, and felt his lips on her neck, caressing her ears, the flesh of her shoulder. Her thoughts were carnal, but she was afraid. He was passionate now. As he pressed her closely to him, it seemed to him that her slim body was responding to a newly realized, long suppressed passion, which flowed from her to mingle with his burning desire. He pushed her down on the couch. She was very dizzy now; her eyes were glassy and she didn't protest as his hands pawed and stroked her. Soon his rough caresses aroused her. Her blood flowed faster through her slender white body. Her neck lost its tautness. She grew soft and yielding, begging to be kissed and caressed, to be embraced by his strong arms.
Her loosened hair flowed out on the couch under them, as if it were windblown. Her eyes shone; her face glowed. Her whole body breathed a young, virginal sweetness. She felt his hands slide the length of her slender thighs, seeking the warm valley which no boy had ever been permitted to touch. The hands paused to press into her pubic mound. They moved up to the elastic band of her panties. She protested weakly, but did not struggle. She felt the panties being drawn down. She was rolled over on her side and they were pulled below her hips. Jeff straightened and dropped them on the floor. He looked down at the drunken girl. Her plaid skirt was twisted high over her stomach. One leg hung over the edge of the couch, the foot barely touching the floor. The other, slightly bent at the knee, was stretched along the couch. The red hair in the pubic triangle was short and curly. He glanced upward at the torn blouse and the heaving breasts. With a cry of lust he threw himself on her.
"No!" Her voice was slurred and flat. "No! No!" She pushed at him, trying to rise.
"Yes," he whispered fiercely.
"No! No . . . No!" she said, looking at him with eyes as dulled as her voice. "Please . . . I'm sick!"
"Be still," he growled, as he moved into position to thrust into her.
"I don't want to! Please don't!" Her body went limp. She was crying convulsively, her body quivering under his.
He pressed forward, and the head slid into the tight vagina. A light moan came from Marjorie's lips; her body jerked in futile protest. Her eyes opened wide with the pain.
"No, Jeff! . . . Oh, no!" she objected weakly.
"Will you shut up and be still," he panted.
Her face contorted; she squirmed and writhed and beat at his chest. She felt him push slowly into her. Her vagina became a hot paining mass. A gasp of despair came to her lips, as the pain of the first entry flashed through her.
"No, Jeff! Ah-h-h-h! . . . Oh-h-h-h-h!" She gave a wail of agonized protest.
He pressed deeper into her virgin cunt. Her voice fell to a low moan. Her eyes turned upward, so that the whites gleamed in the yellow light of the lamp. As he pushed against her hymen, her voice suddenly rose to a high-pitched scream. Her arms flailed and she tried to rise, to escape the thing boring into her small, virgin vagina. She struggled desperately, but two blows of his open hand laid her limp on the couch.
"Quiet," he gritted. "Be quiet or I'll strangle you!"
Tearing through the last obstruction, Jeff rammed the entire length of his prick into her. Her body twitched; long spasms of pain shot through her. She could feel him buried deep inside her, and her whole body seemed on fire.
She panted and gasped, her head rolling from side to side.
"Oh, please stop it! . . . You're killing me! Please . . . please stop!" Her eyes became glassy again, and sweat beaded her face. She pushed weakly at his chest, trying to ease the throbbing pain. Jeff, too, was panting. He felt his penis clutched in the fiery depths of her virginal cunt. Her struggles and pleas only served to arouse him more. He put his hands over her breasts with cruel pressure, pinching and twisting the nipples between his fingers.
"Oh! ... oh, let me up!" she cried. "Please let me up!"
"Quiet, you whore," Jeff sneered. "It'll be a long time yet before you get up." He raised himself up about six inches and then rammed the full length of his organ brutally into her.
"Oh, God," she screamed. "Don't! Ah . . . don't! O-h-h-h!" She kicked in frenzied anguish as she felt the head ram viciously into the depths of her vagina. She was sick from pain and drink, but her only thought was to dull her feeling.
"Gimme . . . gimme a drink!"
Mona bent over her, lifted her head, and placed the neck of the bottle between her chattering teeth. Marjorie gulped at the rum and coke, taking six or seven big swallows, then dropped her head back on the couch. She moaned as she felt Jeff slowly raise and lower his hips. His organ moved deep in her body, but the drinks were taking effect now. Her senses were numbed, and the pain' was only a dull throb. She went limp, her eyes half-closed, her mouth slack.
"Please . . . just don't let 'em kill me," she muttered thickly. "I don't want to die."
Jeff laughed, again pressing his cock deep into her helpless body. "We won't kill you, sugar," he assured her, squeezing her breast, "but you're gonna get a real screwing." He rose up and down, sliding in and out of her more easily now.
The excitement was too much for Red. "Come here, whore," he said, grabbing Olga. "Let's fuck!"
"What about her?" Olga asked, pointing to Marjorie.
"Jeff'll take care of her for a while. I'll screw her later. Right now, I want you." "Okay, let's go."
She quickly raised her skirt and drew off her panties. She sat down, then lay back on the floor, drawing her dress up over her waist. Her white thighs gleamed, her dark pubic hair making a contrast in the white valley of her legs. Red opened his fly; his long organ shot forth, and he dropped to his knees between Olga's outspread legs.
"Put it in for me," he panted, falling forward on top of her.
Olga caught the throbbing penis in her hand and guided its swollen head to the lips of her cunt. She raised her feet and hooked her heels behind his knees, pulling hard at his hips. He lunged forward, and she moaned in ecstasy as the long prick shot high into her body.
"Ah-h-h! Red! . . . Harder! Harder! . . . Hurt me, damn you! Oh, hurt me, you son of a bitch!" She threw her hips upward, feeling him probe deep within her, filling her with waves of pleasure.
"A-h-h-h-h! OH-H-H . . . Ow! Hurt me . . . hurt me more!"
Red drove viciously into her. Feeling him ram in with violent force, Olga pulled his head down and fastened her lips to his. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, curling it over the sharp edges of his teeth. She twisted and writhed in hot animal lust. She contracted her vaginal muscles, gripping the sliding cock tightly. She was in a frenzy of passion.
Jeff, too, was rocking violently now. Only faint, blubbering moans came from Marjorie. Jeff panted and gasped as he plunged furiously into the molten depths of her box.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" she moaned in her half-stupor.
By now the entire gang were thoroughly aroused. The obscene comments and remarks flew back and forth.
"Look at old Jeff go!"
"Yeah, man, pour it into her!"
"Hey, Red's really working Olga over!"
"Damned if he ain't!"
With a ferocious shove Jeff stiffened and exploded into Marjorie's unresisting body. It was more than the others could stand. Pandemonium broke loose!
"Come here, Leah," Slug panted.
"No, not yet. Wait a minute!" Leah protested.
"Come on, bitch - now!" "OOOW! Don't twist my arm, you bastard. I'll do it!"
"Hey, look at Slug and Leah! Come on, Nell!"
"Okay, Pat, I'm ready and waiting."
"Don't, Ed!" Doll's voice protested.
"Come on, Doll, suck it!"
"It's nasty - I don't want to!"
"You're gonna anyway!"
"Oh, all right."
"Hurry up, and get down on your knees!"
Doll knelt down, and Ed shoved his prick at her lips. She closed her eyes, grabbed it and put it into her open mouth, letting it slide deep into her throat. She worked her head swiftly, pressing him tightly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
"Eat me, bitch .. . eat me!" Ed gasped, winding his fingers in her hair.
Doll brought him to a fast, hot climax. He shot his juices into her mouth. Doll, now in the spirit of it, sucked greedily, her hard little tongue running madly over the head of his cock as the semen gushed out of it.
"Will you look at Doll eating him up - she ain't losing a drop!" cried Mel.
"Oh ... oh, Red! I'm coming!" squealed Olga.
Jeff, his orgasm over, rolled off Marjorie, but Andy was right there.
"I'm next," he called, and dropped to his knees, preparing to push his prick into her dripping cunt.
Andy paid no attention to her pleas. He pressed roughly through the already chafed lips of her cunt and buried himself inside her in one fast movement.
Leah's voice cried out in ecstasy, "O-h-h-h! . . . Slug, do it faster . . . faster!"
"Okay, baby!"
"You like to have wrecked me, you little bitch," Ed told Doll. "You bit me!" "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to." "Yeah, I think you did." "Mona?" "Yeah, Jeff?"
"Get your damn drawers off and get on your back!"
"Come on, I'm ready!"
Marjorie was no longer the center of attention, as the boys and girls of the gang rapidly paired off. However, the boys kept a watch out of the corners of their eyes, ready to take their turns with her. Andy sent a long, spurt into her and rolled off, panting for breath. Mel was there in a moment. He dropped to his knees and fell on her heavily.
"She will by the time everybody gets through with her," growled Mel. Shoving his penis into her hot, slippery box, he immediately began to hunch and rock savagely. He worked with a brutal swiftness. Marjorie moaned. The edges of her cunt felt as if the skin had been completely rubbed off. The numbing effect of the liquor was beginning to wear off, and she was in real pain. She began to plead again.
"Please don't . . . Oh, don't ... I can't take anymore . . . Please let me up . . . Oh-h-h-h! I feel so sick! Let me go ... I can't stand anymore !"
"Shut up, you bitch - we're just getting started on you," Mel snarled.
Her body surged back and forth weakly as Mel pumped violently. She bit her lips and fell silent. Slug stood over them, waiting to take the next turn.
"Screw her good, Mel," he said hoarsely, "but save some for me. I like her kind. Redheads are good stuff!"
Mel finished as quickly as he had begun, and rolled away from the girl. She moaned and tried to get up, but Slug was already getting into position.
"Lay down, damn it!" he said. "No!" she cried, pulling her skirt down. "I can't take anymore. I want to go!"
"All right, you bitch," hissed Slug. "You asked for it!" He caught her arms, threw her to the floor, and dived on top of her. He tore at her clothing, knocking her back down with open-handed slaps every time she tried to slide or roll away from him.
"Slug's beating hell out of her," Mel called. "Let's watch this."
Several of the gang crowded around where they were struggling. Slug was astraddle her legs, sitting on her thighs and keeping her pinned down to the floor. He was savagely beating her about the head and face with his open hands. Her blouse was ripped to pieces, and her skirt had been pulled down to her ankles.
"Don't. . . don't... Oh, no ... No ... No .. . Don't!" she screamed. Blood was streaming from her nose. She fought back frantically but futilely.
"Knock hell outta her, like they did Tony!" yelled Mona.
Slug slapped her across the breasts and then unexpectedly punched her in the stomach. Marjorie gasped in surprise and doubled up, wrapping her arms around her stomach. Slug's fist caught her full force in the jaw. A million lights exploded in her brain, and with a low moan she went limp.
"You knocked her out," Mel grinned.
"Yeah, but it's still pussy!" Slug pulled her legs apart and threw himself on the limp body ....
CHAPTER SIX
RAE AND RUTH HAD FULLY RECOVERED FROM the effects of the rape on the beach. Ruth still avoided going out whenever possible, but Rae went to school and joined in the activities on the block. However, she began to dress like a boy, wearing jeans and shirts, and keeping her hair under a cap. By making her chest flat she did manage to look like a young boy. She began running with a gang of boys two blocks from where she lived, successfully passing herself off as a boy to them. Soon she even cut her hair short.
One night, she and three others were amusing themselves by throwing rocks through the windows of the old condemned tenements, when a squad car suddenly turned the corner and began moving in on them.
"The cops! Run!" one of the boys shouted, and they sprinted wildly in all directions. In her surprise and haste, Rae tripped over the curbstone, fell, and was caught. To the police at the station house, who never bothered to look beyond the short hair and boy's clothing, she was just another punk kid, caught destroying property. She was afraid to tell them that she was a girl.
"Put him in the juvenile tank over at the county jail," said the desk sergeant. "Maybe a weekend there will straighten him out a little!"
The juvenile tank was on the fourth floor of the jail. Most of the time a loud clamor went on, but since it didn't carry down to the lower floors, containing the older inmates, it went unheeded. There were seventeen boys in the tank, ranging in age from fifteen to eighteen.
"Listen, kid," said the man who took her up to the tank, "you look kinda young for this crowd. These guys in here are tough punks. Evening chow is at about seven, which is in just ten minutes. After that the floor is locked, and unless there's some kind of emergency there won't be nobody up here again until morning. The cells don't have any locks on them, so your best bet is to find a corner, keep quiet, and they probably won't bother you."
"Do they fight in here?" Rae asked him.
"Yeah, but nobody gives a damn. There's always somebody yelling and making noise up here."
"Don't you come up when there's trouble?"
"Naw, not unless they start breaking the place up. Like I told you, there's nobody around at night."
Rae hesitated. She was on the point of telling him that she was a girl, but she didn't. Yet if this crowd found out she was a girl . . . But how could they? No, it probably would be easiest to keep quiet and stay out of peoples' way for a couple of days.
There were twenty-four cells in the tank, twelve on each side of the wide passage that ran down the middle of the floor. She was greeted coolly by the boys, and after a few questions, they ignored her. After the meal, which consisted of soup and milk, the big door at the end of the passage was locked for the night. Each cell had two bunks furnished with dirty mattresses and even filthier blankets. Finding one that appeared to be unoccupied', Rae lay on the bunk, listening to the voices of the boys.
"Hey, kid, what's your name?" a voice asked.
Rae, startled for a moment, answered in a quivering voice, "Oh, er, Jim . . . Jim Miller!"
"I'm Sam Willis. I've been here for six months."
"I ... I never been here before."
"Say, your voice is funny. What's the matter with it?"
"No . . . nothing! Just changing, I guess."
The boy seemed satisfied and drifted out into the passageway. Rae finally fell asleep, still fully clothed, sprawled atop the dirty blankets. As she twisted and turned, her shirt worked out from under her belt and twisted up on her chest. The cloth that bound her breasts became visible, as was the pink elastic top of her panties above the top of her jeans. Two boys walking by the cell glanced in, stopped, then crept silently in for a closer look.
"Hey, that looks like a girl," whispered one.
"Naw, it couldn't be."
"But why the pink panties?"
"Yeah, that's right! And look at this!" He pointed to the strip of cloth around her chest.
"Wait a minute, let's see," said the first. He bent over and gently opened the buttons of the shirt. He pulled it open wide.
"It is a girl," he breathed. "Look!"
Rae's breasts, although firmly bound, still made two distinct bulges under the cloth.
"Don't say anything yet," cautioned the other. "Let's get us a piece first."
He went to the front of the cell and talked in low whispers to Sam, who was sitting in the passageway. Sam's eyes grew hot, and he nodded.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, you can see her tits."
"Okay, I'll fix it so the three of us get the first crack at her." He went to the door and yelled, "You birds get in your holes. Everybody in his place, on the double. Get in; I'm going to close the doors!"
There were some grumbles, but no one dared to challenge him. Slowly they began to file into their cells.
"Not in there," he said, as the boy tried to go into the cell with Rae. "But that's my bunk."
"Well, go find yourself another one. And make it fast," he added, pushing Rae's cell door closed.
"The first one who opens his door gets it," he warned. He went to his cell, felt beneath his bunk mattress, and brought out a long sharp knife. He hid it in his shirt and went into Rae's cell. Rae suddenly awoke to find rough hands on her body. Terrified, she tried to sit up, but the sharp point of a knife was pressed against her throat.
"Don't make a sound," a voice gritted, "or I'll cut you open from ear to ear."
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "What. . . what do you want?"
"Some pussy. We know you're a chick!"
She lay shivering in fear as the rough hands began pulling at her clothes.
"No . . . please!" she begged in a loud whisper.
She grew rigid and still as the point of the knife dug into the hollow of her neck. The hands tore away the cloth binding her breasts. They squeezed the warm tender globes gently.
"She'll really be good to me!" Sam panted. "I ain't had no tail for over six months."
"Yeah, to me, too," responded one of the others.
Rae lay limp as her jeans were drawn off, then her panties. She wore nothing but her opened shirt now.
"All right, chick," growled Sam. "I'm gonna get between them pretty legs of yours, and I don't want you to make any noise."
She lay shivering as he dropped his jeans. When she felt his weight fall on her, she knew she was lost. He pressed the head of his prick into her cunt, and she gasped in dismay and pain as he sank into her. It hurt more than she had expected.
"Ohhh! . . . Owww! Don't . . ." Her cries ended abruptly when the point of the knife prodded at her throat. She lay still, shuddering from the pain. Slowly and steadily he sank into her until he was buried full-length. Sam's breath rasped in his throat. He quivered with lust and pleasure as he felt the tight hot vagina close about his throbbing cock. He began to work slowly in and out, savoring the snug, tender flesh. He pressed his mouth hard to hers. Her body bucked and jerked as she tried to free herself from his embrace. But this only served to increase his lust, and he began to slide back and forth savagely.
It was more than Rae was prepared to take. "Oh! Oh! Don't . . . OH-H-H-H! . . . Stop it!" she whimpered.
But Sam had already reached his climax. He stiffened and sent a gush of semen into her, jerking in and out as the spasms rolled over him.
"Oh, you bitch! . . . You tight little bitch!" he panted, as he drove in a last few times and then rolled off. As soon as he had finished, another of the boys was there to take his place.
Rae suddenly realized that she had gasped and jerked with Sam through his orgasm. The pain had almost completely died away, and a strange new feeling crept over her, a feeling of hot, demanding passion.
"All right," she breathed to the next boy. "Come on!" She moaned again, but this time in pleasure. As he entered her, she arched her body up to meet him and grunted with lustful pleasure as he slid into the greedy depths of her body. She wrapped her arms about his neck, curled her toes in ecstatic delight, and threw her hips upward in violent twisting motions.
"O-o-o-o-o-ooo-oww! Oh, oh, oh!" she sobbed in a choked voice, as waves of sensation such as she'd never felt before rolled through her.
"Man, she likes it now!" one of them laughed.
"Yeah, I hope she throws it at me like that."
The second boy finished, rolled off, and lay panting for breath.
"Come on, next!" Rae cried in lustful frustration, her body quivering, her hips circling slowly.
"Here I come, baby!"
Again she moaned in pleasure and clutched him frantically, sliding her hips hard against his entering strokes. Sam, standing in the cell door, heard the hoarse pants and gasping sighs of passion. The girl was certainly enjoying it now. Rae gasped out short, rasping sounds of pleasure as the big prick plunged and worked deep inside her. She threw herself about wildly, flattening her breasts against his chest. She was covered with sweat, and her belly and breasts slid wetly against him.
"Oh-h-h! . . . Good! ... Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered, twisting about in a hot frenzy. She caught his hips in her hands and pulled him hard into her. He, too, soon climbed to a gigantic climax. Just as she was beginning to near her own initial orgasm, however, he shot a huge load into her, stopped, and rolled off.
There was the sound of a door being opened, and three more boys moved into the cell. The others had now sensed that there was a girl among them. They had puzzled over the low gasping pleas, but the wild, ecstasy-filled cries were unmistakable in their meaning.
"Hey, they got a skirt in there!"
"That was a girl that came in tonight!"
"How about a turn for us!"
"I want some nooky, too!"
"Come on, let us out, you bastard!"
"Shut up, you sons of bitches," Sam called. "You'll get your turns. We don't want to kill her."
"Kill her, hell!" panted the one who had just rolled off. "She's a hot box! She damned near ruined me!"
Frantic sounds came from the cell. Rae's voice could be heard gasping, "Oh! Oh! I'm on fire . . . I'm burning up!"
Under her sounds could be heard the hoarse panting of the boy who was atop her.
"That's a real girl in here," one of them said.
"Yeah, she's tight enough to skin you, and she bucks like a mule, too. Boy, oh boy!"
"Come on, hurry up!"
"Let some more of us out!"
"Don't kill her - save some for me, too."
"What about me? I ain't had none for months!"
"Aw, you ain't never had none!"
"Shut up, you son of a bitch - I laid your baby sister!"
"That was your mother - I ain't got no sister!"
"You tell him, boy!"
Rae was now in the grip of-a horrible lust. Another boy staggered out of the cell, panting for breath.
"Damn! . . . Hot, damn!" he gasped blankly.
Rae felt another one fall on her.
"Hurry up!" she cried. "Put it in . . . Put . . . in! . . ." She moaned as the organ shot into her body, now dripping and slippery with semen. She squealed as she rolled herself about frantically. She was wet with sweat, her muscles ached, and her breasts felt sore and swollen. But still she shrieked with frenzied delight each time the boy slid deep into her hungry body.
"OH-H-H . . . A-A-A-A-AH! OH! OH!"
She felt the hot spurt of semen charge into her, but again she was just short of her own orgasm. She tried desperately to reach a climax, but the boy, thoroughly played out, rolled off her.
"Come back!... Come back here!" she yelled.
But another was there in his place, ready to try his hand at quenching her fire.
"She sure is a hot bitch," said one of the waiting boys.
"Damn right!" remarked one who had finished. "She's like an oven."
"Tight?" asked another of those waiting.
"Like a glove!"
"Boy, that's the way I like it - real tight!"
"Well, she's your baby, then."
Rae had finally reached the edge of her first real orgasm. She felt the hot sensation start deep inside her and roll outward, in burning waves of ecstasy. She thrust her hips violently upwards. Wave after wave of ecstatic sensation rolled over her. She arched herself wildly, then held herself rigid; rolled her hips rapidly, then rocked them up and down. Each wave seemed more intense than the last.
"Oh . . . OH!" she screamed. "OH! . . . I'm coming . . . coming! . . ." She surged back and forth, her eyes rolled, her throat contracted, and her lips twisted into a smile of animal lust. As orgasm after orgasm swept over her, she grew weaker and weaker. Her cries became softer, dying down to soft moans. Then she fell limp. She had passed out!
"Hurry up," Sam called to the last two. "She'll be here till Monday, anyway!"
A few minutes later the last one came out of the cell. Sam entered and looked down at the bunk. Rae still lay limp. Her body was bruised, and a thin trickle of blood ran down the inside of one thigh. Sam and the two boys who had discovered Rae's identity wet towels and gently washed her down. Then Sam lay down beside her.
"Tomorrow we'll get some more - no more for tonight!" There was no protest.
But Sam got some more that night. He took her twice more, and Rae enjoyed it, too. She had taken all seventeen of them, and Sam two additional times . . . nineteen times in all!
Rae awoke Sunday morning to find herself naked on the dirty bunk and Sami's arms twined tightly around her. She was stiff and sore, and her pubic hair was matted with dried semen. Her whole body was a mass of aches. She moaned, then got dizzily to her feet. Sam awoke and reached for her.
"Where you going, sugar?"
"To ... to the bathroom - where is it?" she asked, covering herself by wrapping one of the blankets around her.
"I'll show you."
He took her to the far end of the passageway and opened a heavy steel door. "In there," he said.
She went in and closed the door. A long time later, she came out, feeling much better. She had douched herself the best she could, using the rubber tubing from the flush box in the toilet, and she had scrubbed down her sore, bruised body with wet towels. After breakfast was over, she lay down and tried to relax. But she was too tense, and at last she arose and began to walk the narrow passage with the other boys. Sam called her into his cell. She found him stretched out on his bunk, completely naked.
"Come on, honey," he said. "Get your clothes off."
"Not this morning - I'm too sore!"
"Hell, you won't be sore long."
"Do I have to?"
"Damn right you do!"
"Don't let the others do it, and I will."
"Okay! Get your clothes off and come on."
Rae undressed quickly. She hadn't been able to find her panties, and needed only to remove her shirt and jeans. Her slender white body gleamed in the harsh light. Sam stood up and caught her in his arms. His lips found hers, and his hands sought the slender curves of her buttocks, pulling her hard against him. She felt his tongue at her lips, and let it enter her mouth, shivering with excitement. He pressed her back onto the bunk, fumbling at her crotch. She opened her legs wide to let him come between, but winced as he pressed the head of his penis against the chafed, tender lips of her cunt. She began crying softly, her body quivering in anticipation of the pain of his entry.
"Are you gonna be good?" he asked, bending over her.
She nodded numbly, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath. He fell on top of her, holding her tightly under him, feeling her soft breasts, her warm thighs.
"Oh, you bastards are just animals," she blurted out. "You're not human."
Silently, he forced her legs farther apart and began to press into her.
"Ow, you're hurting me!" she cried.
He grinned at her, then shoved his prick roughly into her tight vagina. Rae's eyes filled with tears. She shook her head, but his lips were on hers, seeking her eagerly, painfully, relentlessly. He drove into her with all his strength and began to pump, using her with brutal, savage fury. Even as he began to enjoy the helpless girl, the other boys began to gather about the cell. Rae groaned with pain as the brace that held the bunk to the wall cut into her shoulder. Sam's rough fingers raked across her breasts. His lips stifled her protests.
He soon finished, but another was there. Rae's body stiffened against the inevitable onslaught. Her face froze in agony, all but the corners of her mouth, which worked rapidly, nervously. Her muscles grew taut, straining against each painful thrust. After the third one, she began to cry, a low mewling whimper.
The fourth boy stood looking down at her. Her arms were stretched out alongside her widespread thighs, the palms of her hands turned up. Her eyes were open wide and mirrored the pain she was experiencing.
"Please don't," she cried. "I just can't take anymore!" Sam listened to her pleas with a cruel grin on his face. He leaned over and slapped her.
"Just kill me! . . . Why don't you kill me," she begged.
"Think she can take us all, Sam?" one of the boys asked.
"If she can't, she can suck them off," Sam answered. "Or they can asshole her!"
"Hey, that's a good idea," said another.
Rae lay gasping with horror, while the fourth boy still stood over her.
"You're gonna suck me," he told her.
"No, No! ... I couldn't/' she moaned.
"You will!"
He bent over her, grabbed her limp wrists in his hands, and turned them inwards. She attempted to struggle, but could barely move.
Her eyes were wide open with pain, and perspiration beaded her forehead and upper lip. She kicked spasmodically with her legs. Then, realizing the uselessness of fighting back, she stopped and let herself go limp.
"Now get down on your knees!" he ordered. He lay back on the bed, his feet on the floor and his legs open. His organ rose above the hairy mass of his testicles.
"Gobble it, baby," he demanded, "and gobble it good!"
Rae bent over him, nausea boiling up in her stomach, but she forced her head down until her lips touched him. He caught her by the neck and pushed her head down hard.
"Suck it," he growled, squeezing her neck with brutal fingers. "Suck it, damn you!" She opened her lips, and he forced her head down until more than half of it was in her mouth and throat. She gagged in revulsion and forced back the nausea that rose from her stomach.
"Run your tongue around it," he panted, shoving her head further down. Gagging and gasping for breath, she tried to follow his instructions. He quivered with pleasure as she awkwardly tried to rub her tongue around his prick. She had difficulty catching her breath, but he continued to shove her head down until her nose was pressed into his pubic hair. She choked and gasped for breath, trying to draw some air through her nose. The head of his prick was jammed into her throat. He held her on either side of the face and began to force her head up and down, his organ sliding in and out of her throat with brutal force. Again he ordered her to use her tongue, and the feel of its warm firm surface stroking the underside of his penis, exciting the sensitive nerves there, drove him to a frenzy of lust. He jerked her head up and down with increasing force, pressing his hips up to meet her, and thrusting his prick violently into her throat with each motion.
With a brutal, sadistic grin on his face, Sam watched as the girl twisted and writhed like a moth caught in a spider's web. Rae's mind reeled under the thought of what was being done to her. She felt the boy lunge deep into her aching throat, withdraw, and drive in again, and she gasped for breath each time he drew out. She no longer resisted; her body was lax, and her head moved up and down on the stiff prick like a puppet. She felt him begin to swell and throb and tried frantically to pull away, but he held her tightly as his load spurted into her mouth, pouring down into her throat, choking and strangling her. She tried to pull loose but was helpless. To avoid choking, she began to swallow the hot sticky fluid. She coughed and gagged, swallowing rapidly, but it seemed as if he would never stop spurting.
At last she felt him release her head. She fell face down on the steel floor of the cell, coughing and choking, in a vain effort to clear her throat of the sticky mass that still clung there. She felt as if she were going to be sick, but to her own surprise she wasn't. She lay there panting, trying to regain her breath and her mental equilibrium.
However, there were still many boys to be satisfied. She was rolled over on her back, and another. She was only half-conscious now, and another. She was only half-conscious now, and her pleas became little more than low broken sobs.
She felt someone turn her over on her stomach again, and she pressed the side of her face to the cool steel floor. She pressed her whole body down, feeling her breasts, belly, and thighs bathed with the coolness of the hard steel. She wanted to drift off, to rest, sleep ....
"Gimme some of that hair grease," a voice called.
In her barely conscious state, Rae was only dimly aware of hands on her buttocks. They were pulled apart and something cool and greasy was rubbed between them and poked into her rectum. The room was still for a moment; then other voices came faintly to her ears.
"He's gonna cornhole her!" "He's a shit tamper!" "He's gonna give it to her Greek style!" "He's an asshole bandit!" "He knows what he's doing -r- he's been in before!"
"Well, I'll be damned - with that big prick of his?"
Rae felt hands fumbled at her buttocks again. Still in too much of a stupor to be alarmed, she tried automatically to roll away when she felt something warm and hard pressed between the cheeks of her bottom and against her small anal entrance. With a quick push into the greased opening, the boy rammed the head of his penis in. In a moment, Rae's pain-filled, cloudy mind was clear, and she tried to struggle free. But he threw his full weight on her and viciously drove his full length into her. She tried to squirm and slide along the floor as a terrible wave of pain shot through her, but his weight pinned her down.
"Ohhhh! . . . Ahhh! . . . O-H-H-H-H! . . . NO!" she screamed as he backed off slightly and rammed back even harder. She surged wildly, and bright lights exploded in her brain. She fell down into a cool, quiet pit of blackness.
"Hey, she's passed out!"
"Who wouldn't, with that up his tail?"
Freed from coping with the girl's struggles, the boy began to move back and forth in her rectum, slowly and deliberately at first, then with increasing violence. He gasped and moaned as he began to reach a peak. He pumped with such force that the girl's unconscious body rocked under him. He neared his climax, and as he felt it coming on, he hunched with short, hard, vicious strokes, making her body slide back and forth on the steel floor.
"Ah! . . . Oh-h-h! . . . OH-H-H-H-H!" he groaned, as he sent spurt after spurt into the depths of her bowels.
The rest was anticlimactic. The remaining boys hurriedly used her, half-ashamed of taking a girl in an unconscious faint. When they finished they dragged her to the bathroom and revived her. She managed to bath her battered body and get back to her cell, where she got dressed.
When lunch came up, she got to the trustees who delivered it and confessed to being a girl. She was taken out of the tank and examined by a matron, and a few hours later quietly taken home. A terrible mistake had been made by the police, and it must be kept quiet - Rae didn't even tell her parents, remarking only that she'd stayed overnight with friends. But Ruth soon learned of the terrible ordeal.
It was two months before the last of the aches and bruises disappeared, but it took much longer for her mind to heal.
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE MAN LURKED IN THE SHADOWS ALONG THE low bank. He was a hulking brute of a man, dirty and unkempt. A hunger was gnawing inside of him, not a hunger for food but for companionship. He wanted female companionship, something which had been denied him ever since he had been placed in the Western State Hospital for the Insane four years ago. Three days before he had managed to escape, and now he was far enough away to feel reasonably safe.
The sights of soft girlish bodies filled his twisted mind - what he wouldn't do if he had one now! He stood musing, rubbing his chin. A thick black growth matted his face, and he was badly in need of a haircut.
He climbed the bank to the street. It was beginning to get dark. The street lights had just been turned on, although their feeble glow was hardly noticeable. The street was deserted, except for a young girl coming toward him half a block away. He drew a deep breath and slipped back into the shadows. His eyes took on a wild gleam. He licked his thick lips, and his big hands clenched and unclenched.
The girl was Rachel Harvitz, on her way to stay with Helene for a few days. She walked slowly, her mind far away from the dirty streets and ramshackle houses through which her steps led her. The man waited impatiently, examining each detail as she approached. Her hair was a rich deep hue and held in symmetrical waves that framed her face. Her face, enhanced with just a touch of make-up, was beautiful. Her eyes were hidden behind large gold-rimmed sunglasses that even hid her eyebrows. She was well built. His excited eyes lingered on her swaying hips, caressed her full breasts, and traced the repeated outline of her thighs through the thin skirt with each step. Now she was only a few yards away, and as she approached him he prepared to step out toward her. But at the last instant he decided on another course than direct confrontation and drew back into a narrow pathway between the bushes that lined the street. He was afraid that she might have seen him, but she went on past, her mind still wrapped up in distant thoughts. He watched her go by, his heart pounding against his ribs, his breath hot and labored. Silently, he crept along the bushes behind her, his eyes searching the street ahead of her. A few yards in front of her he noticed a steep path leading down to a group of abandoned shacks along the railroad tracks below. He hastened his pace. Except for himself and the girl, the street was still deserted. Two more steps and she would be just opposite the path. Then a quick leap, one hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming, the other around her waist, and in a few seconds he would have her out of sight down the path. His heart pounded painfully as she took the last step.
"Now!" The thought triggered him into action. He was behind her in two quick steps. She stopped and started to turn at the sound of his feet, but before she could complete the movement, his left arm circled her waist and his right hand clamped down over her mouth, pulling her tightly against his chest. She struggled desperately. There was a tinkling sound as her sunglasses fell and broke on the sidewalk.
"Quiet," he gritted. "Be quiet or you'll get hurt!"
After a quick glance up and down the street to assure himself that there were no witnesses, he began to drag her down the embankment. He trembled with excitement as he felt her buttocks bumping against his thighs. He would get her into one of the deserted shacks, and then . . .
Rachel, now fully aware of his intentions, twisted herself from side to side and worked her head and mouth frantically in an effort to break free and scream for help. But he was a powerful man and his grip was almost one of desperation. However, as they moved out of sight of the street, he finally released her from his embrace.
"Keep your mouth shut and start walking, or I'll kill you!" he ordered gruffly. He shoved her ahead of him toward the dim shape of one of the shacks.
Rachel tried to collect her thoughts. Her first expectation when she heard the rapid footsteps and was seized from behind was that she was going to be robbed. However, this could have been accomplished by knocking her unconscious and grabbing her purse, so that when he began to drag her down the embankment toward the old shacks, which she knew were empty, she immediately realized that this was a sexual assault and she had struggled to regain her freedom. But his threat to kill her if she didn't keep quiet and walk in the direction he pushed her took all the resistance out of her. It was obvious that he was taking her to one of the abandoned railroad shacks. She quaked with terror as she recalled reading in the papers a few days before about the raped and battered body of a girl found along these same tracks. Perhaps this was the same man. She didn't know whether or not he had a gun, and she debated with herself on the risk of attempting to run. As if reading her thoughts from behind, the man grabbed her arm, pulled it up behind her back, and hurried her roughly along. He was in a frenzy of excitement now, as he kicked one of the doors open and shoved her inside.
"Get inside, and no racket!" he growled.
She stumbled as she crossed the doorsill, but he pulled her up straight. She heard the door close behind them and a rusty bolt move into place.
"You let out a peep," he panted, "and I'll cut your throat!"
"Wh-what do you want?" she gasped weakly, careful not to raise her voice above a whisper.
"Never mind that," he answered. "Get all your clothes off!"
"You . . . you won't kill me . . . will you?" she asked in a broken voice.
"Hell, no! I want you alive, warm and soft. I want to make love to you."
Rachel shrank away from him, sick with terror. She could hear his hoarse breathing. He stepped forward and grabbed her arm again. She shuddered when she felt his breath on her face.
"Kiss me!" he demanded.
He found her shoulders and pulled her into a tight embrace. She tried to turn away but his thick lips closed over hers. Her mouth, soft and quivering under his, tasted of mint. Her body trembled in his arms.
"Get your clothes off!" he ordered, pushing her roughly away.
He listened to her frightened whimper in the darkness. Then he heard her clothing rustle. When he heard the soft sound of nylon-enclosed elastic sliding down over smooth skin, he hurriedly tore at his own clothing. He groped in the darkness and encountered soft, warm flesh.
He pulled her trembling body hard against him, running his hand down over the smooth neck, the full breasts, the satiny curve of her buttocks. He let the head of his huge penis rub across one smooth thigh. Then embracing her tightly, he pressed his mouth brutally on hers.
Rachel shivered in terror and revulsion at the contact of his hairy, dirty body. When the gigantic organ brushed across her thigh she almost screamed - it was so huge. He picked her up and lay her down on the dirty floor.
"Keep real quiet. I don't want to hear you make a sound," he warned. He pulled her legs wide apart and ran his hand up between them, caressing her hairy nest. His breathing grew louder. Rachel sobbed with fear. He lowered his body onto her and shifted into position, holding the tip of his massive prick against the tightly closed lips of her cunt. The contact sent him into a frenzy of raging lust. Without any further preliminaries he began to force himself into the tight channel.
"Oh, don't! . . . Don't!" she gasped.
"Don't you dare to scream!"
"OHHH! ... No! ... It won't go in! . . . It's too big!" Her voice was filled with desperate agony.
"Yes, it will! What's the matter - haven't you ever had a real man before? Just don't yell!"
He flexed his body and shoved again, slowly forcing his way into her. He felt the hot flesh close over him like fingers of fire. She squirmed and thrashed silently under him. Again he drove against the resisting flesh, feeling himself slide a little deeper.
She drew a quick breath, then moaned, "OHHH! . . . Don't Please! . . . You're tearing me! O-W-W-W . . . NO!" He was ripping her apart.
He forced himself deeper and deeper. She moaned hoarsely, but still he pushed deeper. He felt the resistance of her cervix. He moved himself about until he found the opening and pushed himself into the depths of her pussy. How good it felt. For four years he'd thought about and planned this - this and many other things. He would use her tender body to sate the urges that had built up over so many years. He'd use her and enjoy her ....
"Oh, I . . . can't . . . stand ... it!" she whimpered. Never before had anything gone so deeply into her. She involuntarily tensed, making the pain even sharper.
He jabbed with short vicious movements as she bucked under him. Her cries and pleas only excited him more. He tensed himself, then with a brutal lunge rammed the entire foot-long organ into her! Rachel tried to scream but not a sound would issue from her contracted throat. She heaved with the awful, searing pain, her feet drummed wildly, her body arched. The huge head had shot right to the bottom of her vagina. Once more, she bucked unsuccessfully, then mercifully fainted.
When his big prick tore viciously into her body and she surged wildly under him, the man grinned with sadistic pleasure. He wanted her to feel every inch of his massive proportions. Then she went limp, and he cursed and raved. He wanted her conscious, wanted to hear her moan in pain, to feel her wriggle, to have her squirm in agony. For years he'd dreamed of this - to bury himself completely in a girl's body and extract the full measure of lustful joy from it. But he wasn't going to stop now - next time she'd be able to stand it better and wouldn't pass out on him, but now he was going to satisfy himself whether she was conscious of it or not. He worked his organ about in her hot vagina, gasping with ecstatic pleasure and cruel passion. His lust made a wild beast of him. He began to pant, savagely driving in and out, her limp body rocking under him. He reached a roaring climax, stiffened and exploded into her. He'd waited a long time for this, but it was worth it.
Outside he heard the shrill whistle of a train off in the distance. He listened for a moment, an idea forming in his mind. Rolling off Rachel, he felt around and found her clothes in the darkness. He tore her panties to strips and gagged her with them. He tore her bra in half, using the pieces to bind her ankles together and tie her wrists behind her. Then he dressed and stuffed her skirt and blouse inside his shirt. He went outside to the railroad yards and walked down the long lines of empty boxcars, trying to read the destination tickets in the dim light. At last he seemed to find what he wanted. As he started back toward the shack it began to rain. He moved silently back into the shack and moments later emerged with a limp white form over his shoulder. He hurried back to the boxcar, tossed the unconscious girl through the open door and climbed in. The door slid shut and all was quiet. A little after midnight, the string of cars lurched as an engine backed into them and coupled on. The whistle screeched and the train began to move. The man uttered a grunt of satisfaction. He crouched over the limp form beside him, kneading the soft breasts, his breath rasping in his throat. Rachel moaned and stirred. He brought his fist against her chin, and she went limp again. Twice more that night he knocked her unconscious. Then he opened the door slightly and watched and waited.
Just before dawn, as the train slowed to a crawl up a long steep hill, the figure of a man bearing a limp white burden in his arms leaped from one of the empty boxcars. He quickly moved into the brush and trees, the white form over his shoulder.
CHAPTER EIGHT
RACHEL REGAINED CONSCIOUSNESS, SUDDENLY aware of a stiff soreness throughout her body. She felt cramped and automatically moved to bring her arms from behind her and to straighten out her legs. But she discovered they were held tightly. For a moment, she tried to collect her thoughts, to recall what happened and where she was. She opened her eyes. No, she wasn't dreaming. Her hands were tied behind her and her ankles were bound together. A short piece of rope tied her to the base of a small pine. She sat there, dazed - where was she and what had happened? Then awareness flooded back, and with it the memory of the previous night. She remembered the man forcing her into the shack, his brutal attack, her fainting from the pain of his savage rape. She dimly recalled a swaying movement through the night and of being knocked unconscious several times. No wonder her head ached. She tried to move, and again a wave of aching pain shot through her.
She tried to look around her. She seemed to be near the edge of a thick stand of stunted pine. The ground before her sloped away to an open grassy plain, burned brown by the sun. Here and there, in an irregular pattern, big gray rocks protruded above the ground. Off in the distance, she saw another slope of rolling hills. So she was somewhere out in the hills, helpless and probably alone with a savage maniac. But where was her captor? The sun was high - it must be almost midday. She saw the remains of a fire nearby, but there was no sign of the man who had attacked her and brought her here. Had he simply decided that she was too much of a burden and left her in the deserted wilderness?
Nothing moved in the distance or in the trees around her. She heard a bird somewhere in the pines, but there was no movement anywhere. She realized the danger of her position and began to panic. She was alone, out in the hills, either deserted or with an unbalanced savage. Had she been left here to die of hunger and thirst? Was the man coming back, and if so, what was in store for her? Were her parents or Helene looking for her ? It might be several days before she were even missed. And anyway, who would think to search in the wilderness hundreds of miles from the city? She moved again, this time careful not to pull the bonds on her wrists and ankles. She managed to relieve her cramped position a little.
Her slightly relaxed position made her suddenly aware that she was very hungry. She hadn't eaten since late the previous afternoon, and her stomach was rumbling. The sun had moved, too, and now its rays were slanting through the dusty pines to strike her face. It was warm now; soon it would be hot, and her naked body would be entirely exposed to burn and blister. She was thirsty, too.
After what seemed like endless hours but was in reality less than an hour since she'd regained consciousness, Rachel heard the sound of a horse coming along the crest of the ridge behind her. She twisted herself around, ready to shout for help, and saw that it was her captor riding up to her. So he hadn't deserted her. But where had he gotten the horse? She didn't know that he had grown up as a farm boy in this very country and that he had friends, many of them as unbalanced as he, scattered through these hills.
He rode up beside her, and for the first time she got a clear look at him. He was a big powerful looking man. His face was covered by a thick black matted beard. His hair was unkempt, his clothes ragged and dirty. She noticed, in particular, how his eyes gleamed with a wild bright light. She felt terribly naked, helpless, and alone.
Silently, he dismounted and looked down at her. After staring at her for a moment, he quickly knelt to slash the bonds that held her. "Get up," he ordered brusquely.
Rachel tried to stand, but fell down again, as her legs gave way beneath her. He gripped her with his huge arms, held her up, and made her walk. Every step she took felt as though she were walking on live coals, but gradually her circulation was restored and she was able to move without too much pain. He stepped back and looked at her.
"I had to tie you up," he said slowly. "Otherwise you'd have run off into these hills. I didn't carry you here to find you dead out there somewhere !"
"But what are you going to do with me?" she asked hoarsely through her parched lips.
"I was going to get my kicks out of you, listen to you scream, probably kill you. But I like you - I'm going to keep you to be my woman. I'm gonna have my fun with the people who put me in the nut house - my brother's wife, and her niece, too. She's about your age, a real beauty. She'll really screech . . . ."
Rachel shuddered at the thought of being the woman of this madman, but she didn't want to die. Perhaps there would be an opportunity to escape.
"Here's your clothes. Put 'em on before I . . ."
She hastily pulled on the skirt and blouse - there were no underthings. In the meantime he began to build a fire. From the saddlebags he brought coffee, bacon, and hard biscuits. Soon the fire was blazing, and the aroma of boiling coffee and frying bacon reminded Rachel of her hunger.
"Can I . . . where can I wash my face," she asked.
He handed her a canteen and pointed to a dirty pan alongside the cold ashes of the morning's fire. She washed her face as best she could and combed her hair with her fingers. He handed her a tin plate with bacon and cold biscuits and a tin mug of hot black coffee. Despite the aching of her head and the terrible soreness of her body, she relished every scrap of the food. She wouldn't have eaten as much or enjoyed it more had she been home in her mother's kitchen.
They cleaned up quickly and packed the pans in the saddlebags. He lifted her astride the horse in front of him, and they started off across the plain, toward the distant hills. They rode steadily and silently for an hour. Rachel perspired freely from the broiling sun and the pressure of the man's arms around her. She was sore from the brutal assault of the night before, and riding astride the horse made it even more painful. The man kept cupping and squeezing her breasts as they rode, and several times reached down to slide his hands along her thighs, drawing her skirt up to her crotch. She shivered with revulsion at his touch.
They rode into a cool shady glen. The thick, green grass under the shady trees and the clear spring that trickled out of a small pile of rocks looked inviting. It was blissful and cool after the burning sun. The man stopped and dismounted.
"Get down," he told her thickly.
He tied the horse to a small tree and loosened the saddle.
"Come on," he said, catching her hand. He led her to a grassy glade, where it was cool and still. Rachel began to tremble - she knew what he was going to do. He pushed her down on the grass and stood over her.
"Pull up your dress," he ordered.
"Oh, please don't," she pleaded. "I'm so sore from last night."
"You heard me - pull up that skirt!"
She obeyed, quaking with fear as she saw him fumbling with his pants. She gasped in amazed horror! No wonder she was sore! He was so huge! She lay trembling as he knelt between her outspread thighs. She began to cry as he brought his weight down on her and pushed her thighs farther apart. Hot lust arose in him at the sight and feel of her white body. He placed the head of the gigantic organ at the bruised and swollen lips of her cunt.
"Oh, don't . . . don't! It'll kill me!"
Paying no attention to her weeping, he pushed down hard, forcing himself into the small sore opening. Rachel winced and jerked back. Pinning her shoulders down with his big hands, he shoved again, working himself into her by pure brutal pleasure. Her body heaved in a spasm of pain. He slid his hands under her, and locking them behind her hips, began a series of short vicious jabs that relentlessly sent every inch of his huge penis boring into the tight channel. A violent, tearing pain shot through her.
She thrashed wildly about, trying to escape the pressure and pain coursing through her. She could feel the great swollen mass press against the bottom of her cervix. It was unbearable !
"Help me!" She screamed. "Oh, please, somebody help me! Oh, you're killing me . . . you're tearing me open!"
The man growled in lustful satisfaction as he felt himself engulfed in the depths of her body. Her frantic twisting and struggling, her agonized cries and entreaties only made him more brutal. She felt good and he was going to enjoy her. She'd get used to him and his oversized prick. She was going to make a good woman for him. He'd keep her well screwed, and soon she'd be happy with him.
"Oh, it hurts so much! Please don't . . . don't move now! Oh! Ah! . . . Please! . . ." Rachel pleaded, as he began slowly and steadily to pump in and out. She rolled and twisted about, but to no avail.
He felt the hot depths of her body massage and grasp his organ as it plunged in and out. Back and forth he worked, with deliberate sensuous strokes, each time enjoying the feel of touching the back of her vagina. Each stroke brought a gasp of pain from Rachel and a long, delighted rasp of pleasure from him. He'd never had one before that felt like this - she was really a good piece. She'd get used to him all right.
And indeed, the pain was beginning to lessen. Rachel tried to relax herself, which eased the pressure a little more. She opened her legs wide and let him lunge and hunch. She found that if she refrained from contracting her muscles and twisting her body, his movements became bearable, even a little pleasant. Gradually at first, but then more rapidly a warm glowing feeling began to come over her. Yes, it was starting to feel good. She wrapped her arms around him and threw her legs as wide apart as possible, letting him penetrate with the full length of his prick. Her cries began to take on a different sound.
"Oh, yes ... it is good! Oh! . . . honey!" She realized that she didn't even know his name. She tried to move in concert with him, rotating her hips in a smooth tight circle. Her legs raised up almost automatically and spread wide, then locked together over his back, holding him closely to her. He worked with long steady strokes, sliding out, then lunging back deeply, again and again. She still gasped each time he plunged in, but now it was a gasp of pleasure as his movements churned up her own lustful senses. Waves of pleasure bordering on ecstasy ran through her. She strained in an effort to force herself even more tightly against him.
"Oh, yes . . . that's it! More! . . . More!" she cried. Her buttocks ground into the cool green grass. She rocked and panted for breath. She was suddenly caught in the grip of a roaring, burning passion, thrusting herself back at him as savagely as he bore down, literally impaling herself on the great penis. She went into a frenzy of passion. He pushed himself deep inside her and felt her lunge up to meet him, each stroke seemed to send her into a longer spasm of pleasure and delight. He mashed her lips with his own, bruising them against her teeth. She opened her mouth, pressing closer and biting at his lips with her small sharp teeth. He knew now that she was his woman, that she could give the kind of hard love that he wanted. She would live with him among the others up in the hills. She would help him with the revenge he was going to take on his sister-in-law Hester, and on her niece, Anne. She was going to be good to him. He'd picked the right one off the street last night.
Rachel was wild with lust and passion now, lunging up to meet him with each stroke, rotating her hips, rolling furiously as she drove toward a shattering climax. She felt the small ecstatic knot begin and grow deep inside her until it became a raging fire. She freed her lips from his and rolled her head from side to side, shrieking at the top of her voice, as spasm after spasm of hot pleasure rolled over her.
She arched her body and held herself rigid as she felt him jam himself in, then move back and forth in a rocking motion with short quick strokes.
Their timing was perfect! They roared into a hot orgasm together, and like two angry animals locked in a death struggle they heaved and twisted, snarled and shouted. At last it was over. Hot moans issued from their throats, and they lay spent and exhausted, unable even to speak.
An hour later, they were again astride the horse, riding toward the hills. But this time Rachel was willing to ride with him.
CHAPTER NINE
NOT MANY MILES AWAY FROM THE GLEN THAT had briefly sheltered Rachel and her abductor stood a two-room cabin among a heavy stand of pines. Here lived Hester Ransome and her niece, Anne. Hester was standing in the doorway, watching Anne as she walked up the footpath to the cabin. At twenty-five, Hester was at the peak of beautiful womanhood. She and her husband, Wally, had taken Anne into their home five years before, just a few weeks after they were married, when the girl's parents had died after accidentally setting their cabin afire during a wild drinking spree. Hester had learned the day before of Walter's escape from the asylum to which she and Wally had had him committed four years before. With Wally away in the army and she and Anne living alone miles from the nearest neighbor, she was greatly concerned. She vividly remembered Walter's parting threat to take revenge on herself and Anne. She went out to meet Anne, who had hitchhiked to the next town to find out what she could from the newspaper and police department there.
"Did you learn anything about Walter," she asked, as she came up to the girl.
"Yes," she answered, "He was spotted in Newtown yesterday afternoon. That's about two hundred miles from here, so I guess we're safe."
"Well, I'm glad to hear it. With Wally in the army I wouldn't like to be alone here with Walter in the vicinity."
Their minds at rest, they chatted easily as they walked along. Hester had been doing the wash that morning and was wearing an old gingham dress, beltless and puffed at the waist in a bellows effect. The swaying of her hips gently moved the loose cloth back and forth as she walked along. "You're walking in my brain!" Wally would say if he had been there. Her blue eyes and golden blond hair enhanced her beautiful classic features. Anne, at fifteen, already gave ample evidence of becoming a strikingly beautiful woman. She had fair skin, and her blond hair, which she wore shoulder length, was as fine as silk. She had large blue eyes with a glistening doelike softness and full eyelids that gave her a sleepy sensuous look. Her short upper lip tended to part from the lower, giving her an eager, almost breathless look. Laughing and talking, they ambled back into the house and began to prepare supper.
Supper was long over and the house and countryside were quiet. Anne lay propped up in bed reading, when Hester came into the room. She dropped into a chair and looked at Anne. As was her custom during warm weather, Anne wore a pajama top unbuttoned down the front, which was barely kept from falling wide open by the tips of her nipples. The thin sheet plainly showed the flowing lines of her thighs, which Hester knew to be naked.
"I'm still worried," she confided. "What if Walter should show up? What would we do?"
Anne threshed her legs restlessly under the covers and put down her book. "He won't. I wouldn't worry about it if I were you!"
Suddenly the sound of a horse could be heard approaching through the stillness.
"Who could that be?" breathed Hester, fear tightening her voice. "It's . . . it's him! Oh, I know it's him."
"Don't be silly," laughed Anne. "He wouldn't come riding up on a horse."
"No, I guess not, but I'm not going to go out to see who it is."
"Well, I will," said Anne. She kicked off the sheets, swung her feet over the far side of the bed, jumped up, and trotted toward the door.
"Anne!" called Hester. "Your pajama top doesn't even begin to cover you. Put something on!"
Anne caught up a spread from a chair and wrapped it around her. She cautiously opened the door a crack and glanced out into the darkness.
"Hello, anybody home?" a female voice called.
"See, it's a woman," cried Anne. She opened the door and shouted back, "Who is it?"
"I need help! My sister's horse fell on her. Could somebody please come and help me?"
"Where at?" inquired Hester, who had joined Anne at the door.
"About half a mile up the road. Please hurry - I left her alone."
"I'll go and help get her to the house," said Hester. "You get some water heated and the first-aid kit ready."
"All right," Anne replied.
Hester stepped outside and closed the door. She stepped up to the girl on the horse and said, "I'll have to ride behind you .. . ugh ... !" Something crashed into the back of her head. A thousand lights exploded in the night, and with a shuddering gasp she collapsed.
Anne wheeled around as the door opened. Had Hester forgotten something? She stiffened in surprise and horror - there in the doorway stood Walter! Hester was draped across his shoulder, and behind him stood a beautiful girl.
"No, not yet!" he snarled, his voice thick. He tossed Hester across the bed. "Watch her," he told Rachel. "Keep that knife at her throat." Then he turned towards Anne.
"Stay away from me!" she shouted, backing across the room.
"Screech, you little bitch," he grinned. "Nobody's gonna hear you out here. Now you and Hester are going to pay for what you did to me . . . and I do mean pay!"
Anne screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with terror. She and Hester were truly trapped.
Walter lunged at her, catching hold of the spread and pulling it away from her. Beneath it, except for the open pajama top, she was naked. Again she screamed, a wild desperate sound. Walter looked, licked his lips, and stepped quickly forward, trapping her against the wall. He tore the short pajamas top from her shoulders.
He took a half step back and drank in her gorgeous nakedness. Anne cowed in shamed fright, crying in a choked voice. He stared at her two small breasts, round and firm as apples. Her throat was as clear and smooth as marble. Her body was firmly knit, white and pink without an ounce of excess flesh. Her hair curled over the white slopes of her shoulders and gently weaved back and forth as she twisted and turned in an effort to elude his hands.
"I'm really gonna enjoy this," he panted. "I've been waiting for years!"
Anne shrank back against the wall, sick with fear and panic. "Please, Uncle Walter," she pleaded. "Don't hurt us! Please don't hurt us!"
"I'm gonna save you for awhile. You're real nice and you'll make a good dessert. First I'm gonna screw Hester. She ought to make a good lay. I don't think Wally will mind!" He laughed uproariously.
Hester was still unconscious when he finished tying Anne's wrists behind her back and her ankles together. "Get her naked," he ordered Rachel, who immediately began to undress the limp woman. She felt herself filled with a strange excitement as she hurried to do this madman's bidding, and wondered if she, if perhaps all people, didn't have a streak of insanity and sadism in them.
Hester awoke from the shock of a searing pain running through her body. She felt Walter's huge organ buried deep inside her, but in her stunned condition, she didn't realize for a moment what it was. Suddenly her mind cleared and she was aware of what was happening to her.
"Oh, no! ... No!" she screamed, as she realized what was going on. "Walter . . . you! Oh, for God's sake . . . don't!"
"Yelp, you little bitch! I told you I was gonna get you, and now I'm here!" He punctuated his remarks with a violent push into her body. She jerked with a terrible shock.
"Oh, no! Don't tear me open! . . . Walter, please! Have some sense! . . . You'll kill me!"
He was buried deep in her cunt now. He seemed to be tearing her insides out, literally tearing her to pieces. Anne, lying bound on the floor alongside the bed, shuddered at the frightful sounds. She could hear the bed creak, Walter's hot gasps, and above all, Hester's terrible screams. They filled the room and beat against her ears with a shattering violence. He was hurting Hester so. What would he do to her? Hester had been married and indulging in sex for over five years, but she was a virgin! She was panic-stricken and began to cry loudly.
Walter's attention centered on Hester. He was slow and brutal, driving in and out of her with a savage deliberation. Hester screamed and cried, begged and pleaded with him, but he paid no attention. He alternately rose and fell on her, surging in deeply, then withdrawing to the outer lips, only to plunge viciously in again, sinking his big prick 'into her very depths.
Finally, Hester simply gritted her teeth and lay passively on the bed. She was being badly hurt, but she made no further effort to escape from him, knowing it would be useless and would only serve to make him deal even more savagely with her, and with Anne as well. She gasped and shuddered as the huge head plowed into her. He increased his motions, faster and faster. Her body heaved and twisted. Revenge was sweet to Walter.
"After I get done with you," he panted at her, "I'm gonna make Anne suck me! Then I'm gonna stick you in the bottom! You'll pay for what you did to me!"
He lunged viciously into her. The cords of neck tensed and he gripped her shoulder with his teeth as he began to jerk and heave. The wave of pain that went through Hester was too much - she fainted! Walter felt her buck wildly and then go limp. When he realized that she could no longer feel the punishment he was inflicting on her, he withdrew, cursing hoarsely.
"Come on," he said to Rachel, "I want to save her." He looked at Anne as he spoke.
"You mean you want to make love to me?" Rachel asked.
"Yes! Hurry up and get your clothes off!" he growled.
Moments later she was naked. She moved slowly towards him. She was enough to arouse any man's passion. Her bare flesh gleamed in the lamplight, her movements were sensuous and slow, and she had a look of passion on her face. She walked up to him, her face lifted up toward his. She ran her hands up his arms and around his neck, and pressed her body to him. She closed her eyes and let her head fall limply back.
"Kiss me," she moaned. "Kiss me first!"
His mouth crushed down on hers. Her arms were around him, crushing herself tightly against him as he kissed her. Her body was soft, her breasts and thighs yielding against him. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, forcing fire into his mouth and against his lips and tongue. He pulled away, panting hoarsely. He looked down at her naked body, her sharply pointed breasts and flat stomach, the dark mound of her femininity and her long sleek legs. He swept his eyes over her flesh and then looked at her face. She became more tense and seductive. She swayed her hips towards him, the bare skin barely touching him. She held his shoulder with one hand and crouched back away from him, moving her hips gently in a motion that is as old as women. He seized her wrist and pulled her tightly to him, joining his mouth to hers again. At the contact of their lips her body became alive against him, moving and writhing as if it were directed not by her mind but by a volition of its own.
When their lips parted, he lifted her to the bed, feeling the tremors again starting through her body as he lowered her beside Hester's still form and watched her move her thighs wide apart, opening her body to him. He fell on her and guided the swollen penis to the opening in her crotch. It went in slowly - she was still very tight. But she surged hotly against him, surprising him with her violence, the savagery of her hungry movements and caresses. He felt the moist heat of her cunt swallow his prick. He felt her lips against his shoulder, her teeth biting into his skin, and her fingernails against his back, digging, hurting! Her fingers slid against his shoulders, his arms, then up to his cheeks.
"Oh . . . ohhhh! . . . Hurt me! . . . Hurt me!" she rasped and moaned. Her body strained to move together with his. Suddenly, as they neared a climax, in one swift, slashing movement, she ripped her nails across his cheek, tearing the flesh. He cursed in a choked voice and sank his teeth into her shoulder. She jerked and heaved in agonized ecstasy as the waves of pain mingled with the passionate waves of pleasure.
"Ahhh! . . . Good! . . . Oh! . . . Ohhhhh!" she cried, writhing and twisting, her body filled with sensual joy. Their orgasms came almost together and were monstrous. Her face grew harder, more lustful. She twisted her head from side to side, closed her eyes and then opened them again. He pressed his lips, stained with the blood from her shoulder, to her mouth, stifling her ecstatic moans. They both moved in spasms of ecstasy, then slowly collapsed together, exhausted!
Rachel moaned in a bare whisper, "Ohhh! That was wonderful!" She could feel the huge organ slowly shrinking inside her. For the moment his passion was spent, but she knew he would soon be ready to renew his assault on Hester and Anne.
Anne lay on her left side, her face turned away from the others in the room, her body racked with convulsive sobs. She was terrified. She heard Walter take the strange girl after Hester had fainted. The sounds of their violent love making had sickened her. While they were occupied she had tried to work her wrists and ankles free, but she was bound too tightly. Escape was impossible.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Walter told Rachel after they had recovered their breath. "I'm really going to work those two over. But first we're gonna move out of here. This place is on a road and somebody might come by."
Hester was forced to leave a note, telling any of her neighbors who might stop by that she and Anne had gone to stay with friends in the city. Six hours later, Walter, Rachel, and the two captives were at a shack almost twenty miles deeper in the hills, far from any civilized habitation. Hester and Anne were tied back to back and tossed to the floor in a corner of the room.
"I'm gonna have some fun with you two pretty soon," Walter told them, a twisted grin on his face. "But first I want something to eat. That was a long hike up here."
He and Rachel warmed up some beans and ham that they'd taken from Hester's cupboard. After satisfying their own hunger, they forced their two captives to eat, after which they were parted. Hester was tied and locked in the back room, and Anne was at the mercy of her insane uncle.
"I'm gonna make you screech!" he told the terrified Anne. "First you're gonna suck me off, and then . . . well, it won't be nice . . . ."
"Please don't, Uncle Walter!" Anne pleaded. "I've never done anything to you."
'Well, I'm gonna do plenty to you," he answered. "You just got in with the wrong crowd when you went with Wally and Hester. And I didn't see you cry none when they had me sent away!"
He wound his hand in her long hair, pulled her head and shoulders back, and slapped her hard on the belly.
"Ohhh! Don't!" she gasped, rubbing the red welt left by his hand. Viciously he shoved her down on her back across the cornshuck mattress on the floor. He stood over her as she lay there, cowed and frightened. His eyes roved over her small but well rounded breasts with their cherry tips, her small flat stomach, and her soft hips and thighs.
"Get on your knees in front of me!" he ordered.
"Don't make me do it," she sobbed.
Walter went into a fury. He bent down and rapidly slapped her back and forth across the face three or four times with all his strength.
Anne screamed. "Oh, don't! . . . Please don't hit me! . . . Don't hit me again!"
"You gonna do it?" he asked, aiming another blow.
"Oh, yes . . . yes!"
"Then get on your knees in front of me like I told you!"
Kneeling before him, her face was level with his crotch. She could see the huge bulge in his pants.
"Come on! Don't just look - take it out!"
Hesitantly, fearfully, she fumbled with the zipper and finally got it open. She reached in and shuddered, then pulled out the swollen organ. She stared at it, her eyes open wide. She didn't believe men could be that big. He gripped the back of her neck with rough fingers and pulled her face up to it.
"All right, you've looked enough. Now open your mouth and suck it!" he ordered. "And don't try to bite me. I'll kill you and Hester both if you try it."
Dazed, she let him pull her face to his body. As the head of the massive prick brushed across her lips, she almost vomited, but she forced herself to open her lips slightly. The head pressed against her teeth.
"Open up," Walter growled, clutching her neck with his powerful fingers.
Sick with revulsion, she moaned and forced her jaws wide open. She felt the huge cock slide in past her teeth. She gagged and began to choke as it was forced deeper and deeper into her throat.
"It's going to strangle me . . . it'll choke me," she thought to herself, trying to get some air through her nose.
Walter trembled in excited lust as he felt the hot wetness of her mouth and her sharp little teeth brushing lightly against him. He inched it deeper. Huge shivers of delight shook him, and he pulled her head closer. He felt the muscles of her throat contract and resist as he pushed against the back of her throat. She struggled, gagging violently, as he continued to push, easing the head into her throat and almost cutting off her breathing completely. He hunched savagely, with short, racking thrusts that hurt her throat terribly. She could taste the warm saltiness of Rachel's cunt on the organ. She gagged and gasped and tried to jerk her head from one side to the other. He rammed in and out of her throat violently. Huge waves of revulsion and pain passed over her.
Walter began to moan. "Suck it, you little bitch . . . suck it, I said!" Anne desperately pressed tightly with her tongue and lips and tried to obey.
Rachel watched them, shivers of longing coursing through her veins. If only Helene were here now. How infantile their little episode with Ike was compared to this.
Walter was shivering now, sounds of lustful primitive passion issuing from his throat. Huge waves of delight ran through him, putting him in a frenzy of lust. He was at the edge of his orgasm. He pulled Anne's head forward and rammed himself into her throat. He groaned as he felt the bursts of semen spew forth thickly from the throbbing head into the girl's throat. Anne was frantic as the head rammed into her throat and exploded. Her breath was momentarily cut off. She thrashed and pulled wildly to get some air and to escape the rush of warm, sticky, salty-sweet semen. But he held her firmly, forcing her to swallow if she wanted to gain her breath. She did - once, twice, three, four times she swallowed, trying to keep the hot gushes from filling her throat and choking her. She felt a knot of revulsion rise in her stomach as the huge head spit forth its contents. At last it stopped, and after a final swallow, she could breathe again.
"You little bitch," panted Walter. "That was good!" With a last violent heave, he released her. She drew a shuddering breath and collapsed on the floor, coughing and gagging.
"Hell!" said Walter. "Don't let that upset you. Wait'll I get your cherry!"
Rachel laughed, running her hand over her aching crotch. She, too, was aroused. But Walter already was thinking of further ways of torturing the helpless victims. He went into the back room with Hester. Rachel heard her begin to plead with Walter not to hit her. It was followed by a loud flat sound, the sound of a hand on bare flesh. There was a piercing scream, followed by another blow, then more screams and still more blows, until the cries became weak moans. Rachel looked into the room and saw Hester untied and sprawled face down on the floor. Her left eye was puffed and discolored, and her buttocks were bruised and swollen. She was almost unconscious from the brutal cuffing that Walter had given her. Anne, who had had to listen to the sounds of Hester's suffering in the wake of her own, still lay on the floor sobbing, her body quivering violently.
"When are you going to rape her?" Rachel asked, a hot gleam in her eyes.
"Pretty soon. I want to rest a little first."
"Let me beat her up some!" Anne tried to twist away as Rachel dived at her, but the latter straddled her body at the hips and thrust her back against the floor. She wound her left hand in Anne's hair and began to pummel and slap her with her right hand. With clenched fist and open hand she rained a stream of blows on the girl's face, breasts, and belly.
"Oh! don't . . . don't hit me there!" shrieked Anne, as Rachel caught the tip of one then the other breast with the ends of her fingers.
"Bawl, damn you!" Rachel chortled, feeling the girl recoil from the stinging pain. She brought her open hand squarely across Anne's face again and again.
"Let me have that cigarette," she said to Walter. Without a word, he handed her the freshly lit cigarette. Before Anne was aware of her intentions, the glowing tip was lightly touched against her breast, just below the nipple.
Anne let out a fearful scream. "AHHHHH! Oh, don't!" she shrieked frantically. She lashed out at Rachel's face with her nails but missed as the latter ducked back. The hot cigarette was touched to the hollow of her throat, and again Anne surged and twisted, trying desperately to escape.
"You better let her alone," Walter laughed. "I don't want her to pass out. I got some more fun in store for her in a few minutes."
Rachel reluctantly obeyed. She arose and stood over the writhing girl, looking at the little red blisters left by the cigarette.
"Oh, please! . . . Why don't you let me alone!" pleaded Anne. "Don't hurt me anymore !"
"Get back on the mattress, baby!" Walter ordered. "It's cherry-picking time!"
"No! No! No! Don't do that!" cried Anne. "I can't take all that - I've never done it before . . . Please don't make me take it!" She was on her knees in front of him, groveling abjectly in genuine terror, trembling, her eyes dilated. But her plaintive begging only evoked a laugh from Walter.
"Get over there and lay down on your back!" he demanded. "Old Joe's cold and I gotta warm him up!" He shook his huge prick at her.
Anne stumbled blindly across .the room and lay back on the cornhusk mattress, crying in a choked voice. She was sure she could never live through this ordeal.
"When I get in her, hold her feet," Walter told Rachel. "She's really gonna have something to yell about when I get inside her!"
Anne felt his great body press her down into the dry shucks of the mattress. They creaked and rustled under her.
"Now, baby," he said, rubbing one hand roughly over her crotch, "I'm gonna show you how to really hurt."
Anne's body seemed to shrink under his touch. She felt the gigantic head of his penis brush against the inside of her thigh and come to rest at her tiny virginal slit.
"Hold her now! I'm going to start putting it in!" He pressed against the small opening and then lunged savagely.
"Oh, God! Don't! . . . Ohhh! . Help! Oh ... no!" Anne screamed wildly as the big head tore into the little opening. It just barely went in, but the pain was awful. He lunged again and once more she screamed and thrashed about, struggling to get free. The efforts of her puny strength were in vain against his weight and Rachel's grip on her legs. She felt him force his way deeper into the narrow channel, stretching and distending the vaginal muscles.
Oh . . . you can't! . . . Good Lord, don't! . . . Ahhh! You can't go in anymore! . . ."
Walter had lapsed into total savagery now, her pleas and cries having raised him to a high pitch of brutal frenzy. Her tight vagina resisted strongly, but he forced it open, unmindful of tearing her delicate membranes, interested only in slaking his lust in the very bottom of her womb. Rachel had to use all her strength to hold on to the wildly kicking ankles of the agonized girl. She lay down flat, locking them under her arms, and watched as the massive organ disappeared inch by inch into the girl's tortured cunt. Anne felt him press against the barrier of her hymen and then shatter the thin membrane with a violent shove. She arched her body and shook as the waves of pain washed over her. She cried, begged, moaned, and screamed at his relentless pressure.
"OHHHH! Please . . . let me up! For God's sake . . . isn't that enough! . . . Don't! . . . No more . . . please! AHHHHH!" Her face twisted in pain and her throat contracted with each piercing scream. She heaved and tossed about, flailing her arms futilely. Walter plowed slowly, steadily into her. The deeper he went the tighter and hotter she felt. It was becoming more and more difficult to force himself in. He jabbed ferociously, penetrating deeper. He caught Anne's left breast in his hand and twisted it, bringing forth a fresh burst of agonized screams.
"Scream . . . scream, damn it!" yelled Rachel. She seized the girl's ankles, stood up, and lifted them high in the air. Then stepping behind Anne, she grabbed her behind the knees, forcing her legs back down to her breasts* thrusting her hips upward and putting her in position for Walter to bury himself completely. Now the last inch or two was tearing its way into her.
"Oh, let me go! . . . Let me go! . . . AHHH! . . . Don't! Get off me!... I can't... No more!" The pain grew worse with each passing moment. Anne's face was wet with perspiration. Her lips drew away from her teeth in an agonized grimace. Her eyes were dilated widely, telling of the agonized suffering she was going through.
Walter was beginning to tire, too. It had taken a great effort to force himself into this tight virgin. He lay sprawled on top of her quaking body, his huge prick buried deep in her cunt.
"Ah! You little bitch!" he panted. "It hurt bad, didn't it?" He laughed with an insane chortling sound. He rocked forward once, and she cried aloud with the terrible pain.
"That hurts, too, does it?" he growled. "Well, wait till I rest a second. Then I'm gonna ride you like a horse!"
Rachel was shivering with delight. She reveled in her newly discovered sadistic streak. The strong urge to further torture the unfortunate girl rushed through her. She leaned down and bit Anne's thigh on the inside, just above the knee. She felt the girl surge wildly.
Walter gasped. "Make her wriggle again!" he said. "It feels good when she does that!"
Anne's terror-filled screams again filled the room. Once, twice, three times Rachel savagely sank her teeth in the tender insides of the girl's thighs. She thrashed wildly about, and Walter rocked and bounced his tremendous weight on top of her, working himself to a massive orgasm. Suddenly the screams ceased and Anne went limp - she had found rest in unconsciousness.
Furiously, Walter substituted his own motions for hers, and hunched and pumped into a violent ejaculation. He withdrew himself, covered with semen and blood, and looked down on his terrible work with a grin of satisfaction.
Rachel had left the two when Anne went limp, and now Hester began screaming again from the other room. He looked through the doorway to see Rachel kneeling on Hester's stomach. She had pulled the almost unconscious girl's legs up and had clamped them under her armpits and was now pulling out the pubic hair from around Hester's cunt. Hester tried to free her legs and roll away, but Rachel straddled her, pinning her arms with her shins and sitting on her chest. Slowly, methodically, Rachel pulled out tufts of hair.
"Oh! . . . Don't! ... Are you mad! . . . Stop!" Hester howled. But Rachel was unhearing. She had an insane look in her eyes, as she continued to pull out the hair, savoring the quivers and wincing of Hester's body under her. Hester worked an arm free and beat on Rachel's back, but it only sent her into an even greater frenzy of lust, and she began to jerk the hair out in large handfuls. She had a sadistic desire to inflict pain and hear Hester scream and moan. The latter's appeals and cries were useless.
Walter stood in the doorway and laughed uproariously at the picture before him. Sensing approval, Rachel renewed her efforts, vigorously pulling out tufts of hair from the most sensitive spots.
"That's it! Pick her clean," Walter roared. "Don't leave a single hair. I'll get me some hairless meat later." And again he went into gales of laughter.
Hester continued to scream and struggle vainly, as Rachel bent down to pick out the last fine hairs one by one. As she finally finished her torturous task, the sound of hoofbeats was heard coming from the distance. Rachel took a last look at Hester with a smirk of satisfaction on her face, and then reached for her blouse and skirt, which Walter had brought in to her.
"That must be Albert and Hezzie," he said. "I told them that if I ever got out they could find me here. Come on, let's go out and invite them in."
A few minutes later Al, Hezzie, Walter, and Rachel were inside, standing over Hester, who was still weeping from the torment that Rachel had put her through. The two newcomers examined her raw wound and commented on Rachel's thorough job.
Al was an average-sized man, with short brown hair and brown eyes. Like Walter, he was an escapee from the asylum, having broken out about six months before. Hezzie had lived all his life in these hills. He was a big man, almost as big as Walter, with fiery red hair and blue eyes.
"I always wanted to stick Hester," Hezzie said, as he stared down at her.
"Yeah, me, too," added Al. "But I'd like some of Anne, too!"
"Anne and Rachel belong to me! You lay off them, see!" Walter snarled, grabbing Al's collar and almost lifting him off his feet.
"Sure, Walt," Al whined. "Honest, I was only kidding."
"Yeah, well don't!" He shoved the smaller man away.
"Please Walter," Hester pleaded. "Will you let us go now? We're both in bad shape. Don't bother us anymore and let us go."
"Throw her some meat and quiet her down," sneered Walter.
"Oh, no! Please don't do that! I'm so sore there!"
She felt Hezzie cover her body and in one movement drive himself into her sore cunt. Her anguished cries rang through the cabin.
"Oh boy, listen to her screech!" Al laughed. "Hell, she's been married five years and she still can't take it."
Hester realized the futility of struggling against any of these madmen. She lay passively, moaning and shaking as Hezzie's prick plowed in and out of her. He settled into a steady rhythm. He'd been wanting to do this for five years, ever since Hester had removed herself from the scene by marrying Wally. He had his opportunity now, and he was really going to enjoy the wench. Hester, doubly sore from Walter's brutal rape and Rachel's sadistic depilation, found every moment excruciatingly painful. Each thrust made her body writhe in agony. She bit her lips and rolled her head from side to side.
"Throw it to her, Hezz!" yelled Al.
"Yeah, knock her up!" added Walter. "I'll bet she'd like a redheaded kid."
"Make her beg and cry! Slam her hard and make her bleed!" said Rachel huskily.
"Look at them going now!"
"Man, he's coming down the home stretch, all right!"
"Ahhh! . . . Don't! ... Get him off me . . . he's tearing my skin off!" Hester moaned. She felt Hezzie's cock darting in and out of her with a vicious swiftness. She gritted her teeth and held her breath as he savagely drove himself in, stiffened, and sent spurts of hot semen into her.
She tried to struggle to her feet as Hezzie rolled off, but Al already was falling on her. She resigned herself and lay quietly as he drove into her. He worked much more rapidly than Hezzie, but with brutally violent movements. Suddenly, the mounting pain became too much for Hester - with a long shuddering cry of sheer agony, she fainted.
Al quickly finished, and the men sat around the table to discuss their plans. It was decided to go on right away. It would be cooler to travel during the night and early dawn hours, and also there would be less chance of their being spotted by anyone else riding through the hills or flying over them. They began to tie up the unconscious girls.
"How's Bessie and all of her kids getting along?" asked Walter.
"She's great, and her kids - wow!"
"They're all girls, ain't they?"
"Some of the best looking stuff in these hills," said Al.
"Really hot, huh? Got any of it?"
"Naw, Bessie watches them too close."
"She still drink?"
"Like a fish."
"Good! Maybe we can work something out that way."
"Yeah, I didn't think about that."
"Say, where'd you get the skirt?" Hezzie asked.
"Grabbed her in the city. I was hot for something, so I took her along. She's gonna make a good woman in time."
"Well, she's a good looker, all right!"
"Yeah! Come on, let's get going. We've got a good trip ahead of us yet."
Anne and Hester, bound hand and foot, were thrown over the backs of Walter's and Hezzie's horses. Rachel climbed up behind Al, and the group began their trek into the depths of the hills.
CHAPTER TEN
LONG HOURS LATER, ANNE AND HESTER WERE lifted down from the horses, and surrounded by a babble of excited voices, male and female, the almost unconscious figures were carried into a weather-beaten frame house. Rachel, too, was the center of considerable interest to the assembly of people gathered at Bessie Morgan's home.
The clan, as they might be called, for they were all closely related and extremely inbred, had heard of Walter's escape and had come together from their rocky farms scattered through the hills in the hope and expectation that Hezzie and Al would be returning with him today. When, more than an hour before, one of the boys had sighted them from the top of a nearby hill, preparations immediately were gotten under way to give him a worthy homecoming party.
Bessie's three daughters gathered around Rachel, jabbering away and asking questions.
Rachel, while looking them over, explained how she'd come to be with Walter. The girls - June, Elsie, and Joan - ranged in age from fourteen to seventeen. All three were tall, had grey eyes and sandy brown hair, and were physically mature for their age, with full, voluptuous figures.
Nearby stood a group of boys, also in their middle to late teens. They stared at Rachel and whispered among themselves. Two of them were reform school escapees. All of them glanced at her with lust in their eyes, mixed with considerable awe because of her city background and the fact that she obviously had been picked as Walter's woman.
The entire clan, with the exception of Hester and Anne, whose maternal parents were from outside the community, shared one characteristic in common. Each man, woman, and child had a streak of sadistic insanity running through him, intensified through the several generations of close inbreeding. About two dozen of them were gathered here, but there were a number of other families of them scattered through the hills.
"Dinner's about ready!" shouted Bessie. "Let's all get something to eat; then we'll start up the music and have a real party!"
Everyone swarmed around the big trestle table set out in the front yard. Anne and Hester, still naked and bearing the marks of Walter's and the others' lust, were forced to join the group and eat. Afterwards they were taken into the house and locked in one of the inner rooms.
The meal ended as the afternoon sun began to reach the rim of the hills. The table was cleared and a fiddle and several guitars appeared. Arline Johnston, a former strip dancer and also an escapee from a mental hospital, climbed on top of the big table.
"Start the music, boys," she called, "and I'll start this party off right."
Swaying her body to the rhythm of the instruments, she glided across the table with slow sensuous steps. She had a lush figure, wide-hipped and full-breasted, and was obviously a master of her art. She went into an exotic dance, as the men and boys crowded around the edge of the table.
Rachel watched the performance, a hot, jealous feeling stealing over her as she saw Walter's more than ordinary interest in Arline and her dance. Anne and Hester were one thing - she understood and had even partaken of Walter's lustful revenge on them - but this was another kind of interest, which she didn't like.
Arline was wearing an abbreviated cloth affair, similar to a sarong, cut off at the middle of the thighs. Her thick black hair hung loosely down her back, her lips pouted, and her breasts and hips crowded the sarong. The music changed to a faster tempo, and Arline's feet slithered and slapped on the table top in time with the increased beat. She provocatively slipped out of the sarong, twisting and writhing, her shoulders shaking. She looked straight at Rachel and smiled a loose sensual grin. She raised up on her toes, her arms stretched above her head, and posed for a moment, wearing nothing but a tight brassiere and a wispy, flesh-colored 'G' string.
Again the music changed tempo, and Arline moved into the new rhythm. A roaring sigh went up as she slowly unhooked the brassiere, toyed with it briefly, and then tossed it aside. Her full, heavy breasts seemed to stare out at the crowd. Again she posed motionless for a moment, barely moving her feet in time with the music. Drifting shadows of smoke in the dim sunlight sent slivers of light rippling over her firm white flesh. She swayed her shoulders gently from side to side, her breasts wriggling with the movement and gleaming dully in the shadowy light.
Rachel clamped her teeth together and watched. She was oblivious of everything but the dance of this wild woman and Walter's fascination with her. It was truly a wild woman who performed in front of her. She twisted and turned and arched her body in a dance that gradually lost its gracefulness and became a savage naked blending of throbbing and writhing flesh and movements of primitive lust and passion. It was no longer a smooth succession of movements liquidly flowing one into the other, but an erratic series of shocks, each more violent than the last, an assault upon the flesh and a rape of the senses. It was a gift of woman, not a surrender.
Slowly, swaying' her hips and shaking- her shoulders, she sank down on the table, her body straining, her breasts quivering. Lying on her back, her arms in the air above her, she writhed and jerked spasmodically. The tempo of the music stepped up again, as she tensed and held her body motionless for a few moments, her hips high off the table. Slowly she sank down and relaxed, as if exhausted. She lay still - suddenly Walter and two or three others made a rush for the table ....
In the meantime, another drama was unfolding in the house. June, the oldest of Bessie's daughters, like most of the women, was not particularly interested in watching Arline perform. She felt that while all the men were so entranced with the spectacle, it would be a good time for her to slip into the pump house and get a bath. She had just finished, and with a towel lightly wrapped around her darted across the narrow space between the pump house and the cabin. She went through the front room, into the bedroom she shared with Elsie. Suddenly she was aware of the presence of another person in the room. Before she could turn, she felt two large, hot hands around her slim waist, sliding upwards. She wrenched free in momentary panic and whirled around to see the round face and somewhat bloodshot eyes of Hezzie Hansome.
"Don't be scared, June, baby," he said. "It's only old Hezz."
"Wh - what are you doing here ?" she gasped, backing out of reach of his grasping hands.
"Who me?" he chuckled. "Why, I just wanted to love you up a little. I saw you go into the pump house with a towel in your hand, and I figured you'd be taking a bath and then coming back here."
"Let me alone, Hezzie!"
"Now I told you, I just wanna love you a little, honey. You ain't gonna be bashful with old Hezz, are you?"
"Hezzie, you're drunk! Now get out of here! You know Ma don't want any of you men fooling around us." His hot, bloodshot eyes and the strong smell of whiskey on his breath made her a little panicky.
"So I'm drunk. What's wrong with that? I can tell you that your Ma's a lot drunker than I am right now, and she ain't gonna discourage any men from fooling around with her tonight." He backed her against the wall, seized her arm, and pulled her tightly against him. The flame in his eyes grew brighter as he drew her hands away from the towel, so that it slipped to the floor.
"You know," he mumbled, "you're growing into quite a hunk of woman."
June then realized that he was very drunk indeed. She was at the same time very panicky and calm. After all, she was within easy earshot of her mother and twenty or more other people, who would come running at the sound of her first scream.
"Hezzie, now you let me go," she said as calmly as she could. But the words seemed to have no meaning or even sound. He seemed not to hear her at all. She twisted in his grasp. He apparently was unaware of that, too.
She repeated, "Hezzie, let me go!" a little more forcefully, the panic rising in her. But Hezzie seemed only aware of the fragrant young body in his arms - and they were burly arms. He crushed her to him, squeezing the breath out of her. She felt herself lifted and carried toward the bed. He dropped her on it. His lips were no longer close to hers but nipping lightly at her shoulders and her breasts. Fear rose up in June. She couldn't compete with him physically, not her hundred and two pounds against his two hundred and ten. She didn't want to submit herself to his seeking hands and teeth. But she was afraid also of creating a disturbance if she yelled, and perhaps earning Hezzie's enmity in the future. So in a state of mental anguish and indecision, she tried silently fighting him off, yet subconsciously knowing in the end who would be the victor.
Then his lips crushed down on hers. She could feel the nipples of her breasts flatten against his chest. His left arm circled her waist and his body pinned hers to the bed. June was frightened and a little dazed, yet she was not displeased with his violent attention or the attempt to force her to submit. Her first instinctive reaction was to pull away from the kiss, but Hezzie's arms were tight around her body, and almost without realizing it, her own lips responded, trembling against Hezzie's until she had to pull away to draw a breath.
"You're like a frightened bird," Hezzie breathed. "I can feel your heart pounding, little girl." His hand slipped to June's breast, cupping it gently, feeling the racing heart beneath. Again their lips met. The gentleness of the caress was almost electrifying to June. Something lovely and blissful seemed to glow ecstatically through her veins. The hot touch of Hezzie's body shocked her - he had somehow managed to slip out of his pants when he put her on the bed. He burned her with a contact that was new and strange to her, frightening yet exciting. His hand was caressing her softly and gently. She drew a deep sigh and relaxed in the comforting embrace.
Hezzie's voice was low and a little breathless as he said, "There's desire in you, baby . . . Unsatisfied desire that you don't even realize, but crying to be let out."
Almost as if hypnotized, June allowed Hezzie to hold her very close. She gasped a little when his hand gently brushed against her pink nipple, sending a new, indescribable emotion running through her like an electric current. She began trembling.
"Oh, Hezzie," she murmured, and lifted her lips again. She felt the shock of his hard masculine kiss, the automatic tightening of his arms around her, the beginning of a tingling anticipation in her body.
"I'm frightened, Hezzie," she said in a very small voice.
"Just relax - don't be tense."
June's eyes were closed and her heart pounded like a drum, as she felt Hezzie's strong hands sliding over her satiny skin, his lips pressed hotly against hers.
"There never was a lovelier creature than you," he whispered. June lay still, but trembling in every muscle, as his hand caressed her. But the spell was suddenly broken as the hard lips mashed tightly against hers and the hands moved down on her body, touching her as no one had ever touched her before. She became acutely aware of the reek of whiskey, of the hands pawing at private places. A moment of blind panic seized her as the obscene mauling intensified and the rough stubble of his chin rasped across her face. She cried out and pushed at him, as she sat up, sobbing almost hysterically.
"No, no! ... I can't . . . you mustn't do it!" Hezzie crouched over the frantic little figure. "But I won't hurt you!" "No, I can't . . ."
"Here, take a drink," he suggested, offering her a glass.
"I don't want one."
"Here, drink it. It'll do you good!"
"All right." She downed two big swallows, then tried to get up, but his arms stopped her.
"You're going to come across now . . ."
"No, don't!" she cried at the feel of his sudden hard male embrace. Then she moaned as he sought more boldly, pressing his hand against her crotch. Everything was a chaotic haze to June now. She seemed to be in a frightening nightmare as she felt her tender muscles weaken under his onslaught. She gave another little cry, generated partly from fear, partly from a strange wild excitement, an almost choking emotion. The whiskey was warming her insides, and slowly she relaxed again in Hezzie's arms. She didn't see the half-smile, the gleam of triumph in his eyes. She was aware of things only mistily, of powerful arms around her, of strong hands gently caressing her, and even more, of the urge, the unfilled longing that had inexplicably been generated in her body for seventeen years. Now, even as she still shuddered with fright, she had a desire to be bruised, to be hurt.
The big hands molded her breasts, they passed over her body, they gently pressed her back on the bed. She drifted into an unreal ecstatic feeling, only half-aware of what was happening to her. She felt him fumbling at her crotch again, pressing her thighs wide apart. Then something hard and round and large and hot was pressed to the small, hair-lined opening.
"Have me now, Hezzie," she whispered. "Take me . . . take me now!"
His hands caressed her sleek thighs, her panting belly. He lowered his weight on her, and her red tongue came out and ran across his chest, maddeningly exciting him.
"Now I'm gonna put it in," he breathed hoarsely.
Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back and she gave a sharp gasp as the organ pushed slowly and carefully into her virgin body. Despite the whiskey, Hezzie was almost shaken at the realization that this exquisite creature was his. He buried his face in the sandy hair spread over the pillow and was carried off in a transport of passion. The hot moist channel parted slowly, as he gradually and gently worked himself into it.
"Oh . . . Oh! Hezzie! ... It hurts! Ah! ... it hurts!" she moaned. But the pain was as much one of longing as it was physical, and she made no move to struggle or free herself. But rather wriggled a little to make his entry easier.
"Ahhh . . . Easy! . . . Please, Hezzie . . . not too hard! Oh, Hezzie . . . Hezzie ... !" She writhed and twisted to help open his path. She felt him boring deeper into her, filling her with a delicious agonizing fire. Now she finally realized the hot indecency of male lust, of what she had fought to avoid so many times from the gang of rowdy boys. She clung to him tightly and pushed her body against him as he forced his way through the hymen. She winced with the momentary pain and then moaned with ecstatic pleasure as he broke through.
Hezzie gasped as he felt his penis sink completely into her. He lay on her, panting in lustful delight, feeling her vaginal muscles contract weakly about him. She looked at him with eyes wide open in hurt and wonder.
"That hurt like hell," she said ruefully. "But I don't care - it felt good, too."
"Relax now," he told her, kissing her parted lips. Then he added, "It'll feel good when I start going good, but it'll probably hurt some first."
"I don't care - hurt me!"
"You're gonna be like all the girls in these hills. Every damn one of you are freaks!"
"Maybe I am, but you are, too! I know what you done to Betty Wallace. Remember, I saw you; and then she told me all about it!"
"That little bitch. I should have choked her when I got done with her."
"She was only fourteen then - she does it all the time now!"
"Yeah, anybody can get a piece from Betty."
"Ohhh! . . . Easy!" she moaned, as Hezzie suddenly raised and lowered himself, moving his prick back and forth in her still tense vagina. She tried wriggling and moving with him, again bringing on a combined feeling of pain and ecstasy. She raised her hips and brought her legs around him, drawing him closer to her and feeling him sink still deeper.
"OHHHH! . . . Hezzie! . . . O-H-H-H-H!" Her nails again dug into the muscles of his back. He moved himself slowly at first, barely stirring in the tight confines of her channel.
She pulled his face down on hers and began to suck and nibble at his lips. She gasped each time he pressed in, but gritted her teeth and returned each sliding thrust. His strokes lengthened, and she began to rotate her hips as he moved in and out. She brought her vaginal muscles into play, contracting them and squeezing around his organ as it slid up and down the channel. Long rippling waves of pleasure began to run through her.
The initial pain had disappeared. Her supple body seemed to entwine and envelop him with its raw nakedness, to twist about him like a wild beast devouring its prey. Her teeth caught his lower lip, breaking the skin with its sharp edges, but he didn't seem to feel the sharp, stabbing pain. He thought only of the unleashed storehouse of passion that he was buried in, of the twisting, turning, writhing vessel of pure lust that was now surging wildly beneath him. He began to rock his body faster, and hers followed, falling quickly into the violent pace he set.
A hot, smoldering fire seemed to be building up inside her. She became savage in her love-making. She snarled and raked his back with her sharp nails. Her body strained tightly against his. The muscles of her calves and thighs knotted under the white skin as she forced him harder into her greedy body. She arched herself back. The muscles of her neck were tense. Her clenched teeth gleamed between her twisted lips.
He began to hunch ferociously, in long hard strokes. Quickly her body arched up to meet him, and they rode together to the brink of a frantic, breath-taking orgasm.
June felt the hot explosion of her maiden climax. It seemed suddenly to burst deep inside her and roll in waves over her entire body. She shuddered again and again, each time reaching a higher peak as Hezzie continued to pump violently.
AHHHHH! . . . O-O-O-O-O . . . OH-H-H-H!" She lunged and surged with him, and sank her teeth convulsively into the top of his shoulder. Three times wild tremors racked her body as the hot, numbing sensation raced through her. She was in a frenzy as Hezzie reached his own orgasm and shot his load thickly into her. They both twisted violently for a long minute more, then panting and gasping for breath they collapsed on the rumpled bed, still entwined but utterly spent. June had been fully initiated into the facts of life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RACHEL SEETHED INWARDLY TO SEE WALTER ALL atop Arline on the table after her passionate dance. He took her openly, in full sight of the entire party, adults and children. Rachel was even more chagrined to see the ease with which Arline took the huge organ. She had quickly guided it in and then responded in kind to Walter's violent love making. As the other men gathered around, commenting obscenely and awaiting their own turns, Rachel poured herself a full tumbler of straight whiskey and drank it in large rapid sips. As the effects of the alcohol mounted in her head her silent rage increased. Finally, unable to bear the sight of the passionate scene any longer, she staggered away from the table. Between her jealous anger and the whiskey, she didn't notice the gang of boys steal away and silently follow her as she walked into the small woods at the edge of the farmyard.
"We'll grab her and tie her up," Joe, the leader, told the others. "We'll gag her and tie her down on that old tree trunk, and all of us will get a piece."
Rachel heard the sound of a stick snapping behind, and whirled around, only to be seized by a crowd of hot-handed, leering boys.
"Don't yell," one of them said, "or we'll hurt you!"
In her half-drunken condition she made no effort to resist. A few minutes later she was on her back on a log, her arms tied over her head, her ankles lashed wide apart to two of the broken branches. Her skirt had been twisted up under her armpits, and she was naked from the waist down. She was blindfolded and gagged.
"I'm first," the leader growled.
She felt his body press down on hers; then his penis, small and short, was pushed into her cunt.
"Hell," she thought. "He can't even get me hot!"
The boy began to hunch and pant, his organ, hardly into her, slipping around aimlessly. She tried to work her hips but was tied too tightly. Almost before she was aware of his being in her, she felt him jerk and quiver, shooting his load of semen into her. By the time the third one took her, she was in pain, not from the sexual contact but from their bodies pressing her hips into the rough bark of the tree trunk. The fourth had a larger prick, but just as she was beginning to derive a little pleasure from it, he finished and rolled off. The rest of them seemed to roll on and almost immediately off again. She felt her arms and legs freed. Quickly, she jerked off the blindfold and gag.
"Don't you little bastards run!" she shouted at them. "You had yours - now it's my turn!"
"What do you want?" Joe asked.
"I want a good screwing, not just somebody tickling me! All of you are going to do it again, but this time my way!"
She took Joe first. He put his erect prick into her again, and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him.
"Now I'm gonna screw you until you faint. And don't any of you other bastards try to sneak away!"
She began to rotate her body, pulling him into her and contracting her vaginal muscles around his organ. She worked her body with sensuous snake-like movements. She felt him have a hot orgasm but refused to free him.
"I can't do anymore," he gasped.
"Oh, yes, you can - and you'd better . . . ."
"Please . . . lemme go!"
"Come on, you little punk!" Rachel kept working her muscles and moving her hips. The shriveled organ began to rise again. But she worked carefully - she didn't want to have her climax yet. She forced Joe to another orgasm before allowing the weakened, exhausted youth to withdraw.
She took them down the line, serving each one in the same manner, forcing him to multiple orgasms while she held her own back. With Chester, who was the last, she used every muscle, every method, every strength-draining movement she could think of to reduce him to a shambles. This time she let herself go, and with his first time, she reached her own shattering climax, drumming her heels on his hips and raking and tearing at his back with her nails. She refused to release him, but drove him to leading her to another nerve-shattering orgasm. At last she rolled him off her. They listened, shamefaced, as she gave them a last dressing down.
"Now be damn sure you don't try to tie me up and rape me again," she sneered. "The next time I'll fuck all you snots to death, or I'll have Walter take care of you."
With a scornful laugh, she tugged her dress down and walked away swaying her hips, her buttocks wriggling under the thin skirt. She stalked off through the trees.
"I'm sure in a nest of nuts," she thought to herself. "But I like it here. If only I can make a lesbian out of one of these girls." She shivered in pleasure at the thought.
Back at the party, Elsie tired of the noise and the drinking, and decided to take a little walk before slipping off to bed. She left the house and met Rachel at the edge of the woods.
"Hi, Elsie," Rachel called.
"Hello!" the girl answered thickly.
Rachel noted the unsteady walk and the slow speech, and guessed that the girl had had more than her share of liquor for the evening.
"Where you been?" queried Elsie.
"Just walking. Want to come along for awhile?"
"Yeah, okay!"
Rachel slipped her arm about Elsie's waist and led her back in among the trees. After a few minutes of aimless walking, she stopped under a large pine and suggested that they sit down for a bit. Rachel lay back in the grass and pulled Elsie down beside her. She felt the girl roll limply against her.
"She's pretty drunk," thought Rachel, "but maybe she'll be receptive." Out loud she asked, "Are you all right?" As she inquired she gently placed her hand on the thin blouse, over the swell of Elsie's breast.
"Yes, I'm just a little dizzy," answered the girl, a little nervously, involuntarily shivering as Rachel's hand lightly cupped her breast.
"How old are you, Elsie?"
"Six . . . well, almost sixteen," she replied.
"You're a real pretty girl."
"You ... do you really think so? You city girls usually make us look kinda like we climbed out of the haystacks."
"I really do mean it," said Rachel. Her fingers slid inside the blouse, and she softly stroked the rounded breast.
"What are you doing?" Elsie gasped, but she made no move to stop her.
"Does it feel good?"
"Y - yes . . . but I . . ." She fell silent as Rachel gently rolled the small hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Elsie lay trembling, her eyes closed. Suddenly, she felt Rachel's mouth pressed over hers. At first she recoiled, but the soft, warm lips firmly covered her mouth, and slowly she relaxed and returned the open-mouthed kiss. Rachel unbuttoned the blouse and freed the small apple-shaped breasts with their pink, erect nipples. As she slowly massaged them, her tongue worked its way between Elsie's soft sweet lips. Elsie opened her teeth and felt Rachel's tongue enter her mouth. A delicious shiver ran through her. Suddenly the sound of voices made them sit up hastily.
"Don't tell anyone, please!" Rachel begged.
"Oh, I won't - I liked it. Will you sleep with me tonight?"
"Yes, oh, yes!"
"Well, we'd better go. Here comes June and Hezzie."
"Okay. Say, they look tired, don't they?"
"They sure do. Now don't forget about tonight. It's the back bedroom."
"I won't. Don't worry!"
By this time the party had been going for many hours and had just about reached its frenzied climax. Elsie arranged with her mother - who was really too drunk to know what was going on - for her and Rachel to spend the night together. Walter, sated with sex from Arline and several others, offered no objection to the arrangement. Elsie and Rachel retired to the back bedroom, where they locked the door and hung a blanket over the window. June, who shared the room with Elsie, appeared to have disappeared into the woods with Hezzie.
As the two girls undressed, giggling and cavorting about the warm room, Rachel examined Elsie's body. Except for the globes that were her breasts and the rounded curves of her hips, her body looked very boyish. Her stomach was flat and her legs long and slim. The small patch of pubic hair between her thighs was very fine and short.
Rachel went toward her and suddenly pulled her into her arms. Elsie snuggled close against the warm, soft body, and she felt a thrill at the contact of Rachel's hard, pointed breasts against hers. Once again Rachel's hot tongue darted into her mouth, and a delicious shiver ran through her. She had never experienced anything like this before, but it was much nicer than having one of the rough boys neck with her.
Rachel's intention was first to play the part of the lesbian herself, and then coax Elsie into the same act. She lightly caressed the shivering girl with her soft sensitive fingers, slowly drawing them back and forth across the curving swell of her thighs. At the same time she worked her tongue around in the hot confines of Elsie's mouth. She rubbed her naked body against the girl's with slow, sensual movements and felt the body wedge itself hard against her.
She slipped one hand between them to massage and caress Elsie's soft breast, feeling the nipple come erect and hard under her palm.
"Lie down, honey," Rachel panted. She went to the window to make sure the blanket covered it completely. Turning, she saw Elsie sprawled across the bed, her hands under her breasts, massaging them and lifting them up. The pink nipples seemed to nod at the yellow light of the lamp. She clasped both hands behind her head and stretched out flat on the bed. Rachel could plainly see the excitement in her face. Her tanned body seemed to glow in anticipation of something - she wasn't sure what. Rachel went back to the bed and lay down beside the naked girl. She leaned over and gently nipped at Elsie's ear and then at the pulsing warm throat. At the same time she caressed the trembling body, running her hand down over the flat belly. Gently she rubbed the soft, downy sexual mound. Her hot mouth moved down to the girl's small breasts and alternated back and forth between the pink nipples. Tense with excitement, Elsie crushed her breasts against Rachel's lips. She moved restlessly as the seeking mouth and hands worked surely and sensually over her. She felt one of Rachel's fingers force its way into the tight opening of her vaginal channel.
"Ohhhh! . . . Ohhh!" she gasped in surprise. "Oh, do it again! Please, do it some more." She opened her legs to offer Rachel easier access. Rachel worked her mouth down to the navel, tonguing it hotly, feeling Elsie writhe and roll. She worked her finger into the virginal cunt as deeply as she could, and with the palm of her hand massaged around the sensitive outer surface. Little by little she brought out the girl's innate animal passion. Suddenly the finger was removed, and Elsie caught her breath as she felt Rachel bury her face between her thighs. Rachel's tongue, like a hot, darting snake, played around the edges of her vagina and then slid into the narrow channel, pulled out again and moved up to the sensitive clitoris, sending electrifying shivers up and down Elsie's backbone. Finally, it slid back in, deeper and deeper, like a long, hot eel, scraping along the sides, seeming to savor the hot, moist inner flesh.
Rachel spread wide the vaginal lips, drawing them apart with her fingers and sent her tongue probing deeply into the girl's warm cunt. Elsie was in a frenzy of delight. She opened her thighs wider and gently stroked Rachel's probing head. Shock after shock of lustful pleasure ran through her. She had never felt anything so good. Her breath rasped in her throat. Rachel's tongue searched out each sensitive nerve center, tickling and stimulating it. Suddenly she stopped!
"Oh, no! . . . Don't stop! . . . Don't!" Elsie cried out in a desperate appeal.
"You got to do it to me, too."
"All right!. .. Only please hurry!"
Swiftly Rachel reversed her position and straddled Elsie, bringing her crotch above the flushed face. Then she lowered herself until she felt the warm breath on her own cunt. She locked her arms around the upthrust thighs and again buried her face in the girl's crotch.
Elsie hesitated a moment. Finally, she placed her hands on Rachel's hips and pulled her crotch down to her mouth, fighting the knot of nausea in her stomach. Hesitantly, she sent her tongue into the wet, salty slit and tasted. She liked it! With a groan she began to lick and probe furiously in Rachel's box, which was still wet and sticky with the offerings of the gang of boys. Rachel tightened her thighs around Elsie's face and shivered when she felt the sharp tongue boring into her. The two of them forgot everything else and pursued, their pleasure with renewed intensity, racing together to a racking orgasm.
Deep in the woods, Hezzie and June lay on the pine needles. Having again satisfied their animal lusts, they lay resting, each following his own train of thought. Hezzie was thinking back a few years when he had made Betty Wallace take him two ways. Twice he'd chased her into this very stand of pines, intending to force her, but she had escaped from him in the darkness and teased him for days afterward. That evening he'd been listening to one of the men tell about a French job some hill girl had done on him, and it had aroused his desire.
To get his mind off it, he'd gone swimming in the pond at the bottom of the hill. He was sitting naked at the edge of the water, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Betty standing behind a bush not over ten feet from him. She seemed to be making no attempt to hide herself. Her eyes were large and round, and her nostrils quivered from her rapid breathing.
"What's she doing here?" he asked himself. "The teasing little bitch is asking for trouble."
He got to his feet slowly, as if not even aware of her presence, but not to make a sudden move that might send her into flight. The fire that had been smoldering in him since he overheard the conversation blazed forth - he was going to have Betty, and have her now! He moved cautiously in her direction, but seemingly looking elsewhere. She didn't move - it looked as if she wanted to be caught. He took another step, bringing him alongside the bush. Quickly, he wheeled around, facing her. He saw that she was trembling, her large round eyes staring at him as if in a trance.
Hezzie stepped directly in front of her. She slowly sank to her knees, her breath coming in audible sobs that seemed to speak both of fear and inability to flee. She was excited and curious, but apprehensive and fearful at the same time. She was afraid but lacked the strength and perhaps the desire to flee. Still unspeaking, she held her arms up to him, yet her body arched awkwardly, as if it, on its own volition, wanted to get up and run away. She planted her knees farther apart, anchoring herself more firmly where she was, but at the same time drew back from him. She whimpered, her red lips and mouth open wide but uttering no other sound.
Hezzie moved closer to her, his own legs trembling with an unexpected weakness. He reached out and touched her face, at the same time aware of his own breath coming in heavy gasps. He leaned forward and caught her trembling shoulders, thrusting his now swollen organ close to her face.
"Suck it!" he panted.
Still she made no sound. Staring up at him as if in a dream, her hands came up slowly and curled around his prick. She leaned forward, her mouth wide open. Hezzie closed his eyes and gasped in ecstasy as her hot wet mouth closed over him. She drew her tongue across the head, sucking and pulling more of him into her. He reached behind her head and pulled it forward, driving deep into the curve of her throat. She didn't struggle, but made tiny gurgling sounds. She swallowed, working her throat muscles against the head. He went into a mad frenzy of passionate lust. The act took only a few minutes, and when he sent huge spurts into her, she swallowed greedily.
Moments later the two of them were lying in the grass, side by side. Even now she said not a word. Hezzie's desires were fully aroused by her passive submission.
"Take your pants off!" he ordered.
He watched as she reached up under her dress, arched her hips, and slid them off. He pulled her dress up to her waist and fell on top of her. She moaned and sobbed softly as he brutally forced his way into her tiny slit, but she made no effort to escape him. Her only movement was to twist her head from side to side on the grass. She suffered silently, as if she wanted to be hurt. His eye caught a slight movement behind the brush ....
The sound of footsteps brought him back to the present. It was June, holding in her hand an almost full bottle of whiskey, which she had gone and snatched from the table while he was wrapped up in his reminiscences. Yes, she was the one who had been hiding behind the brush ....
She came up to him, and pulled her down beside him, then rolled over on top of her. There was hoarse breathing, moans, gasps, and then her broken, panting voice.
The twisting figures slowly stilled and fell back, exhausted. June's soft, warm laughter drifted into the breeze.
EPILOGUE EVEN AS THESE EPISODES WERE TAKING PLACE, a posse of almost a hundred men were slowly moving up into the hills. Unknown to Walter, Hester had written "HELP" in large letters on the back of the note he forced her to leave for her neighbors. Several of them who knew of Walter's threat contacted the sheriff's office, and within hours the posse was formed. Silently, they closed in on their quarry.
Several hours later, after a vicious gunfight, the nest of madmen was broken. Al and several others lay dead; the rest were captured and confined or reconfined to reformatories, prisons, or asylums. Hester and Anne were returned to their home, where their physical hurts soon healed. Hester accepted the experience philosophically, only wondering, half-humorously, what Wally was going to say about her cleanly plucked mound. Anne's mental anguish took far longer to heal, and for several years afterward she could barely tolerate the presence of a male.
Rachel was sent back home to the city, where for a brief while her adventures made her the center of attention in the neighborhood. But soon there were newer, younger members in the gang, and the older ones faded into the background. Girls like Rachel are still on the streets but no longer members of a gang. The city and society change but are unchanging ....
