Peggy's dreams were at last to be realized, as she packed up and left for the mountain retreat to study with the reknowned guru, Swami Bar Samida. Her devotion to his teachings and the way of his culture had made her long to meet the man, and spend a month or two studying the sacred rites of the culture.
But Peg was disappointed at their first meeting. She did not like the man's theories, and suspected he was up to something. His idea, she found, was that only by enduring pain could one hope to overcome it. And he made the girls there endure it often.
When Peg watches a businessman tortured and beaten, her doubts increase. Finally, when the beautiful brunette May is tormented and raped in front of her eyes, she feels she has the picture.
But it is too late. The guru has gone mad, and will let none of the girls leave the high wall of his mountain retreat. She is trapped, and learns firsthand just how brutal the guru really is, and just how lustful.
Only the lesbian assistant, Lena, whom the guru has brought over from the land where he studied the culture, can offer any sign of hope to the tormented girl. But it looks as if she will not be able to help soon enough, for in his crazed condition Peg fears even for her life.
As her dreams turn into nightmares, Peg must endure the cruel lash, the spanking, the bed of nails, the coals, and the rape, as the man slips further and further into his insanity. Peg's only dream now is to escape. But will she or Lena make it out for help before the man's madness costs one of them her life? Not even the sacred way of the culture can tell her that.
CHAPTER ONE
Peggy Chase stepped off the bus and looked around, up at the high, green-carpeted mountains. Next to the bus terminal, the town had only one general store. A dense fog hung around the top of the mountain. Boy, this is deserted, she thought.
She knew she would have to find a car service, and had seen one advertised in the tiny, one-room terminal. Just as her bus pulled out, on its way further into the mountains, she saw the car coming up.
She hailed it, and the man pulled right up next to her and shouted out the window.
"Where to, sister?"
"I'm going up the mountain to the Sami Retreat," she called back.
"Another one?" he said. "Come on."
She jumped in the back seat, resting her bags on the floor.
"How far is it?" she asked the man, who had already started to pull out.
"About fifteen minutes straight up the mountain," he called back.
He glanced in the mirror at the pretty blonde girl in the back. Peg had long, straight blonde hair that was parted in the middle, and a clear, soft-looking face. She appeared to be very healthy.
Her body did nothing to belie this. The man could see through her open coat, at the one-piece dress that hung over her shoulders and below her knees. It was tight, and clung to every smooth curve and slope of her body. Her hips, he had noticed, were round and wide, and now he could not help glancing at her large, protruding breasts.
"You're the third girl I've taken up there today," the man said as they left the town and headed up the road. "Two came in on an earlier bus. Or was that yesterday, I can't be sure about it."
"Are there a lot of girls up at the retreat?" she asked.
"As far as I know, I've never seen a guy go up there," said the driver.
"That's true," the girl said. "Swami believes that only in an atmosphere lacking sexual contact or threat can the mind fully expand and the body fully relax. That's what it says in the brochure."
"Hogwash," said the man. "You know, some of the people around these parts don't like that place too much. They say it's spooky. That Swami hasn't been seen out of the retreat since they opened the place. He always sends some foreign-looking girl down for supplies."
"Of course," said Peg. "Swami is certainly too busy to bother with such earthly details. I know he's a very busy man."
"If you don't mind me saying so," the driver remarked, "I think it's all a crock of shit."
"Well, you're entitled to your opinions," said the girl. "I believe in the movement, and I'm going up there to study with the Guru. I've been waiting for this day a long time."
"That's what sill the girls say on their way up," said the driver.
"How about on their way down?"
"Come to think of it," the man replied, "I can't remember ever taking a girl down. Maybe my partner did. I'll ask him about it. Gee, they can't all be still up there."
"Is it a big place?" she asked.
"I can't see around the high walls," said the man. "The way I understand it, the guy bought an old mansion that some old woman had built here after her return from India. She missed it and wanted the place to look perfectly authentic. I hear it's really something, but I've never seen it."
"I can hardly wait," said Peg.
She sat back and watched the mountains sinking below her as they climbed the highest peak. The mountains were not really high, but the land was dense with them, cut by tiny winding valleys. There was green everywhere. Already the air was chilly, but absolutely dry.
Peg had been looking forward to her trip to the retreat for a long time. Ever since she had first started to study Yoga, almost two years ago, she had longed to be able to get away and devote herself fully to the study of the culture. She had worked hard and saved her money after she graduated from high school and, now, at age twenty, she was on her way at last.
The Guru at the retreat was well known, although mostly in inner circles of believers. His theories were mentioned here and there, and Peg had read avidly about his retreat, since it was not far from the city in which she lived. The bus ride was only three hours, and already she was high in the mountains, ready to arrive and begin her first long-term study of the culture. She was planning on staying at least a month with the man, and hoped to learn well.
Of course, her parents, with whom she still lived, had objected vehemently to her trip. They regarded the interest in the culture as no more than a passing whim, but Peg had remained firm and insisted that she be allowed to go. After all, it was her money, and, as she claimed, her spirit.
The man at the retreat, in the brochure she had received, had claimed that he had the answer to many things. One thing that had caught her eye was his claim that he could teach his disciples to conquer pain.
Naturally, the girl had studied all she could about the culture before she had left home. She wanted to be able to meet the man and treat him with the respect he deserved. He was, she had heard, a very holy man.
"You from the city too?" asked the driver.
"What did you say?" she asked, distracted from her thoughts.
"I said all the girls are from the city," he went on. "You too?"
"Yeah, sure," Peg replied. "How much further?"
"It's right up ahead around the last curve in the road."
"Where does the road go after that?"
"Down the other side of the mountain," the man said. "And I mean straight down. I wouldn't take a car down that road in rainy weather on a bet."
Peg clutched the handles of her bag as they neared the retreat. She had written them and received an okay to come up, and she knew they were expecting her. Supposedly, every new recruit was treated with the utmost of respect.
"This is it here," the man said. "That's the wall, but the building is deep in there somewhere."
The girl stared out at the long, high wall, with a funny-looking sculpture all along the top. She could see nothing over the top, but knew she would be inside of those walls in a matter of moments.
The driver pulled up at the end of the wall, where there was a large wooden oriental gate, and stopped the car.
"This is it, sister," he said.
Peg paid the man and stepped out of the car, her two bags in hand.
"Good luck," said the man. "Say a prayer for me."
"We don't pray," said Peg. "Everything is within the person already."
"Hogwash," said the man, pulling his car around for the return trip.
Peg swung the gate open and found a large pagoda shrouded in trees deep within the walls of the retreat. She walked down the long pathway towards the house.
There was no one around. My, she thought, this is some place. The house looked big enough to hold hundreds of people. Just think, she said to herself, somewhere inside those walls is the Guru, Swami Bar Samida, the Great One.
She was just reaching the door and about to knock, when it swung open and Peg found a woman standing in the doorway.
"Welcome to the retreat," said the woman. "You're Peggy Chase?"
"Yes, that's me," smiled the blonde girl.
"We've been expecting you," said the woman. "Come right in."
Peg stepped into the huge lobby of the building. The ceiling was very high, and her footsteps started to echo through the room.
"You'll have to take your shoes off," said the woman. Peg put her shoes in one of her bags and followed the woman up a huge set of stairs, and down through winding hallways.
"I'll take you to your room, and you can leave your bags there," said the woman, glancing up and down over the girl's body. "We want to get you started right away."
"That's fine with me," said Peg.
"My name is Lena," said the woman. "I am the Guru's assistant. You'll be seeing a lot of me."
Peg smiled back, but was somewhat put off by the way the woman continually stared at her. But she did not stare just at her face, but up and down Peg's shapely body.
Peg left her bags in her room and followed the woman into a small empty room, with one rug in the center.
"You will have to be prepared for your first meeting with Swami," said the woman. "You have a lot to learn."
"Yes, I know," said Peg.
"You must learn what to do in the presence of the Great One," said Lena. "You must learn to be ready for his words."
"I have already done a lot of studying," said Peg.
"But you still have a lot to learn," said the woman. "Have you done any self-inspection, have you experienced any self-mortification?"
"No, but I thought I would learn here," Peg replied.
"Oh, you will," smiled the woman, looking over Peg's body again.
Peg sat down on the rug, and the woman sat down next to her, crosslegged.
"First of all," said the woman, "you know about the teachings of Swami?"
"Yes," said Peg. "I have read a great deal."
"All the girls here have read a lot before they come here," said the woman. "But they learn that doing is not exactly like reading. Some of the girls don't like it."
"I'm sure I will," said Peg. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
"If you have the will, you will succeed," said Lena. "But you must remain firm. You must learn that you are nothing in the face of Swami and the eternal truths. Nothing."
"I see," said the girl.
"You will learn also that what seems to you to be great pain will actually be great pleasure. You will learn that before you leave here."
"Pain?" asked Peg. "What kind?"
"Physical," the woman said. "The Swami will teach you to overcome the fear of pain."
"I see," said Peg. "How?"
"By subjecting you to it so much that you will become immune to it," said Lena.
"I don't understand," said Peg.
"Well," smiled the woman, "you may think we are brutal at first, but after a while you will see that you will benefit by the experience. You will not fear pain, because you will have met it and overcome it."
"I see," said the girl. "When will I get a chance to meet Swami and begin my instruction?"
"You won't meet the Guru yet," said Lena, "but you will start your learning process now."
The woman rose and started for the door. Peg jumped up and followed behind. The woman turned around once to glance at her, and her eyes fell on the girl's large, round tits.
"In here," said Lena, showing her into a small unfurnished room with a post in the middle.
"This is a strange room," said the girl.
"You'll have to take off that garment," said the woman. "It's too restricting. You will get loose clothes later, but first I want to inspect your body, and introduce you to the delights you can feel from bodily pain."
"Right here?" asked Peg.
"Yes, please hurry," said Lena.
The girl wondered why she would have to undress. She had become nervous after watching the woman eye her so intently. She did not like the woman, and longed to be brought into the presence of the Guru.
"Why do you hesitate?" asked the woman. "There are no men here, only the Swami."
"Oh, I don't know," said Peg, not wanting to tell the woman the real reason. "I'll do it now."
Lena stepped back as the girl started to undress. She pulled the tight garment up over her head. Even as the dress was around her face she felt the stare of the woman upon her naked body. She wore a black bra and panties underneath.
"You'll have to take that off too," said the woman.
Peg reluctantly removed the bra, and the woman stared with a smile at the firm, large bobbing tits of the young blonde girl. They were round and heavy, but not drooping. They quivered on her chest, white and soft, like two water balloons tied to her chest. The nipples were long and pink, the caps wide.
Peg had on a black choker, but the woman did not tell her to take it off. She walked over to Peg and glanced up and down her body.
"You will learn for the first time what it is like to be helpless," said Lena. "You will have to learn, since in the presence of Swami you will always be helpless, unable to act for yourself. You will have to act for the Swami. You will have to leave yourself behind and be willing to take on a new self, the self the Swami will show you."
"I'm willing," said Peg.
"Stand against the pole," said the woman.
Peg stood against the pole, her ass against the harsh wood. The woman walked past, glancing down at her long, white thighs, her round hips, and the thin material of her panties under which the faint outline of her thick blonde bush was almost visible.
The woman came back with a rope, after walking behind the post. She wrapped it around Peg's knees and tied it around the post, tightly.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Peg.
"I told you," said the woman. "I want you to feel what it is like to be helpless. You have to learn, you will be meeting the Great One this afternoon."
"It's so tight," said the girl.
"You will learn that pain is in the mind, that you can will yourself not to feel it. Try it now, try to tell yourself that the pain you feel is in your mind. It is not real. Better yet, try to tell yourself that the pain is only in your body, that you are not a body but a spirit, and that your spirit, the real person, is not in pain."
"I'll try," said Peg.
The woman pulled her thin arms back and tied them also around the pole, wrapping a piece of coarse rope around her wrists.
The woman stepped to the front of Peg and stared down at her body.
"You have a very beautiful body," said Lena. "The Great One will like you."
"That's good," said Peg. "Actually, this body gets me into trouble."
"In what way?" asked the woman.
"Men," said Peg. "You know how it is."
"No, I don't," said the woman, as if she wanted to cut the conversation short.
Peg stared at the woman closely for the first time. She appeared to be of Indian descent, her skin dark and her hair black and shiny. It was up in a bun on top of her head. A pair of large metal earrings dangled from her ears.
She wore only a Sari and a pair of sandals on her tan feet. Around her wrists was a bracelet of metal rings that tinkled when she moved her hand.
The woman appeared to be about thirty years old, perhaps younger. She was shapely, but the loose Sari hid most of her curves. Her face was small-featured and quite attractive.
The woman left again, walking around behind the post and returning with a pair of finger cymbals.
"I want to see just how strong you are before you begin your lesson," said the woman.
She clipped the cymbals around her fingers and clapped them together.
"I can apply great pressure with these," she said. "And the metal is very cold. Now we'll see how you take it."
She ran her hands up along the creamy smoothness of Peg's waist, around the wide bulge of her hips, then up again to her tits.
Her hands slipped under the girl's armpits, and then the woman brushed her tits with her arm, lightly but obviously not by accident.
She clapped the cymbals together.
"Your skin is very soft," she said. "The cymbals will hurt."
She reached out and clasped Peg's nipples between the two cold metal disks of the cymbals, but did not apply any pressure yet.
"Oh, they're so cold," said Peg.
The woman was staring right into her face as she started to press the cymbals together. First Peg felt the cold metal closer to her tender flesh, then pressing harder, then pinching sharply.
"Oh, that hurts," she gasped.
"Try to endure it," said Lena, pressing harder with her fingers so that the cold metal disks were tightly clamped around Peg's nipples. Peg could feel her nipples taut now, and the pressure of the fingers hurt her a great deal.
"Oh, it hurts so much," she whined.
But this time the woman did not answer. Her eyes were glued on the nipples as she pressed the cymbals together, watching the taut flesh push out from Peg's white tits. The breasts quivered lightly as she pressed.
"Oh, please stop it!" cried the girl.
"Already?" asked Lena. "We've just begun. How do you expect to face the Great One if you can't even endure a little pain like this. I'm glad I decided to do this, it shows you how unprepared you really are."
"I'm sorry," gasped the girl. "I didn't realize this was the way it went."
"Most of the girls don't realize it," said Lena. "They think the retreat will be all fun and games. They're not willing to make any sacrifices. That's why so many fail."
"I don't want to fail," said Peg.
"Then try hard," said Lena. "Try to forget the pain and concentrate on something else."
She pressed the nipples harder and harder until Peg felt her body quivering with agony. It's no use, she thought. I'm not prepared at all. I just can't stop thinking about the pain.
"Please, isn't that enough?" she wailed.
The woman pulled the disks off her nipples, and the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you," she sighed.
"You are in very bad shape," the woman said. "Most girls are at least willing to try hard when they first get here. I'm afraid you won't make it."
"But I will," said Peg. "I just wasn't ready for it right away."
"When you meet the Great One soon," said Lena, "you will find out what real pain is. He will want to show it to you right away. You must prepare your mind for it, for you can never prepare your body. You must realize that you will never reach the point when the pain does not hurt. But you may, if you work hard, come to the point at which it hurts, but it does not matter. Pain and pleasure will become irrelevant."
"Pleasure too?" asked Peg.
"Yes, pleasure too," said Lena. "It will not all be painful, the Great One will want to show you great pleasure so that you can learn to ignore it too. Many people live their lives around pain and pleasure. Some seek only pleasure, some seek only to avoid pain. But the enlightened one does not let these two bodily experiences interfere with his spiritual development."
"I understand," said Peg. "I think I've learned something already."
"You will learn a great deal more," said the woman, stepping closer. "And soon, too. You can meet Swami shortly, right after he is finished with his meditation."
The woman smiled at Peg and ran her hands slowly down her naked body, around her tits and down her smooth white belly, then around her crotch and down the soft buttery skin of her long thighs.
"Yes, you have a fine body," said Lena. "The Great One will be very pleased."
The woman left the room, and Peg stood, still tied up to the post, wondering if the woman would leave her there for a long time. The coarse rope was hurting her wrists.
But Lena came back soon after, smiling broadly.
"I have just seen Swami," she said. "He is waiting for you now."
"Great," said Peg. "I'll go now."
She was released, and then followed the woman out of the room and down a long corridor. They reached the end and came to a large door.
"This is the entrance to his quarters," said the woman. "No one may pass through here clothed, except me."
Peg realized she still had only her panties on.
"Can I wear nothing?"
"You can keep your underclothes on for now," said Lena, handing her her bra again.
Peg strapped on the black bra, then pulled up her black stockings after the woman handed them back to her.
"Let's enter," Lena said.
She swung open the door, and the aroma of incense immediately filled Peg's nostrils. The chamber was dark, with a candle smoking in one corner.
They walked through the room, through a curtain and down another corridor, stopping at another large door.
"The Great One is inside," Lena said. "You may enter now."
"Will you come along?" asked Peg.
"No, you can go in alone," said the woman.
Peg slowly swung the door open, and saw a man standing by a window, long robes covering his body. She could only see the back of him. He wore a pair of sandals on his feet and his hair was very long.
The woman slammed the door behind her, and the man turned around right away.
Peg stared into his face. He had a full beard, and a pair of dark, piercing eyes.
"You are the new arrival," he asked.
"Yes, I'm Peggy," she stammered.
"I am Swami Bar Samida. Welcome to the retreat," he smiled.
The girl felt better immediately. The man seemed to be a lot nicer than the woman had been.
"Please, come in," he said.
She stepped into the room and glanced around. On one corner was a large statue in front of which a pile of incense was smoldering. Candles were lit all around the room. In one corner was a small rug, in another a table with hinges on the side.
The man stared at her body, almost as intently as Lena had. Why do these people look so closely at my body, Peg wondered. I guess I'll understand that later, after I have been here a while.
"You have a very beautiful body," said the man.
"Thank you," said Peg.
"I didn't mean that as a compliment," said the man. "You'll have to learn to overcome that beauty, you will have to learn to forget it."
"Yes," said the girl, "I have been told that."
Peg had decided to listen closely to every word the man said. She would try to remember everything, for she knew the man would not repeat his words. She wanted very much to be a good student.
"Has Lena told you about our work here?" Swami asked.
"Yes, somewhat," she replied.
"What have you discussed so far?"
"She said I will learn her to overcome pain," said Peg. "And pleasure, she said."
"That is true," he replied. "You will learn soon, too. You don't have long to stay here. I have studied for many years, yet I know little. You will know even less, but it is important that you learn as much as possible. Therefore, we shall begin right away."
"I would like that," she smiled.
The man walked around her body and stared up and down.
"I think you should begin with pain," he said. "Later on we can deal with the pleasure."
He walked over to the table with the hinges and opened the top. The slab opened and hung on the side, and the girl was shocked to see a bed of nails underneath.
"This will be the first lesson," he said. "First, I will show you how to endure great pain by concentrating on the spirit and not the body. Then you will try it, and find out just how far you have to go."
"You see, this bed of nails is very painful," he went on. "When I lie on it, you will think that it does not hurt me, for I will remain calm and show nothing of the pain on my face. But that is not true. It will hurt me a great deal. But I have learned to overcome the pain. I will show you."
The man opened up his robe and let it drop to the floor. Peg almost gasped when she saw that he was completely nude underneath. His legs were hairy, and his bush dense and black. His cock was limp, but wide and long as it dangled from his bush.
Peg was no stranger to the sight of a cock. As a younger girl, before sbe had been enlightened by the teachings of the culture, she had fooled around with a few boys. She had lost her virginity at seventeen, and made love with quite a few boys in the next year or two. But since her conversion she had abstained completely. The culture taught that sex was to be experienced only between members of the culture, and Peg knew no boys in the city who were members.
The man stepped over to the table and lay down on the bed of nails. Peg stared in awe as the man folded his arms in front of him and lay calmly on the nails without flinching. His eyebrows were wrinkled and his face had the appearance of great concentration.
He lay for a few minutes as she watched, then he jumped off and picked up his robe again.
"That was a small demonstration," he said.
"You're right," she replied. "It looked as if it didn't hurt at all."
"You will find out how much it hurt," he said. "Please, lie down."
"Should I take off my clothes?" she asked. "That won't be necessary," he replied. "Not now."
She slowly lifted her leg up and over the top, feeling the first point of the nails against her flesh.
"They're so sharp," she said.
"Lie on the table," he said. "It is best at first if you do it quickly. Jump."
She leaped up and came down on the nails, and screamed in pain as she felt the nails digging into her skin all along her body. She could feel the points sticking through her panties and into her soft ass cheeks, and the points all along her back and legs.
"Oh, I can't stand it!" she said, sitting up.
The man pushed her back and pulled her arms through two small clamps on the side, then her ankles through two more at the bottom.
"You must learn now," he said. "This is necessary for beginners sometimes. It takes away the possibility of ending the pain by leaping up."
Peg tried to hold in her screams, but as she felt the nails continue to stab her, she had to howl loudly.
"I can't take it!" she screamed. "Oh, they're so sharp!"
"You must lie there for five minutes," he said.
"I'll never do it!" she howled.
"You have no choice now," he said, standing over her and staring at her body, which was wracked with pain and shook violently.
She could feel almost each one of the small, sharp nails digging into her naked flesh. She thought she felt one or two of them puncturing her skin. Shit, she thought, I can't take this. I don't know what I can do. I'll never make it all the way. I can't even take the first treatment.
"Oh, please, Swami, let me go!" she cried.
"No, I have to let you lie there," he replied. "But there is more."
He bent over and pushed her calf down slightly, and she felt the points digging deeper into her flesh.
"No, stop it, don't press!" she wailed.
The man moved his clammy hand up along her calves, over her knee and up to her smooth, nyloned thighs.
She saw the man's eyes staring straight at her crotch, and had the urge to scream out, but she didn't think it was possible that the man could be looking at her with lust. She was sure he was beyond that.
He ran his hand around her crotch and over the soft bulge of her thighs, then into the creamy hollow of her waist and along her belly. When he reached the belly, he pushed down hard and drove her into the spikes.
"Oh, no!" she howled. "Don't do that!"
He pressed down hard, right on her tits, and her back drove into the spikes, almost tearing her flesh.
"Please," she wept, "stop it!"
"You must learn to relax, my child," he said. "The pain is not real."
"Shit, it is so!" she screamed.
The man stepped back and stared at her in shock.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't thinking, oh, please, take me off. I can't stand it!"
"You need help, and you need to be taught your lesson," he said. "You seem to lack the respect necessary for the study of our ways."
"I can't take it!" she cried. "Oh, don't push down on me any more!"
"I must," he said. "First, you must learn to take the pain." He hesitated, "But you must be punished for your disrespect as well. Please bear with it."
She felt faint, and wanted to scream loudly in agony. But she fought hard and held it in as the man pressed down on her body, driving the points into her flesh and making her quiver with pain.
He pressed against her neck and she felt the points grind into the back of her smooth white neck. She had never thought such pain was possible.
"Stop it!" she cried out at last. "Please, don't do it, I can't take it yet!"
The man gripped the side of the table and jumped up on top of her, standing right on top of her stomach and pressing down with all his weight. The girl screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt her weight pressing down on the points and the spikes puncturing her skin.
"Please, stop it!" she howled. "I feel the points digging into my ass!"
The man stood now with both feet on top of her, and jumped up and down a few times. She screamed loudly and then saw everything go black in front of her eyes. She passed out screaming.
The man jumped off her and onto the floor. He was disappointed to see that she had gone out so easily. Yes, this one was going to be a tough nut to crack.
But he stared with delight at her body. He in fact enjoyed showing his ability to take pain, and liked to see the girls in the same pain. Of course, he had never found one that could endure what he could.
He went out and fetched a pail of water, then returned and threw it on her naked body. She screamed and awoke with a start, trying to leap up, but her hands were still tied down. She slammed back into the nails, and howled in pain again as she saw the man standing over her.
"Please, let me go," she said. "I don't feel well."
"You have failed the first test," he said. "And failed miserably."
The girl was only concerned now about getting off the bed. She could not take it any longer, and moaned as the man spoke.
"You will get another chance to take the bed of nails," he said. "You need further instruction first."
He undid the ties on her wrists and ankles, and she slowly rose on the bed.
"Oh, thank you," she moaned. "I just couldn't take it any longer. I'll try again some other time."
"You'll also get a chance to see some of the other members trying to take what I give them," he said. "You'll learn both pain and pleasure here."
"I think I'd rather start with the pleasure," she said.
"You really want to?" he asked.
"Anything but that again," she said.
"Come over here," he told her.
They sat on the rug, and the man bent his legs under his body and sat up in the yoga position.
"What is pleasure?" he asked.
"Something that makes us happy," said the girl.
"No, because that is not always the case," he said. "I can prove it to you."
She sat ready to listen to his every word.
"For instance," he went on, "you will admit that sex is a pleasure, won't you?"
"Yeah, sure," she replied.
"Well, if I threw you down on the floor right now and had sex with you, it would be a pleasure for us both. But it would not make us happy."
"I'm not sure I understand," she said.
"It would not make me happy because I have learned to overcome pleasure, and am immune to it. It would not make you happy because you would be afraid, and would probably scream in fright."
"I see what you mean," she said.
"Of course, that doesn't make it painful," he continued. "It would still be a pleasure."
"Well, what is pleasure?" she asked.
"It is that which pleases the body. Pleasure is of the body, but happiness is of the mind. Do you see the difference now?"
"I think so," she said. "Then pleasure is anything that feels good."
"Yes, to the body," he replied.
"What kind of pleasure do you experience here to make you immune?"
"All sorts of pleasures," he said, his eyes transfixed on her tits, which were still covered. "I could slowly strip you and run my hands over your body. You would feel pleasure, and our bodies would be blended together."
"I understand," she said, getting annoyed at his constant stare.
The man stood up and pulled his robe off, and she again gasped at his long, limp cock, which dangled loosely from his crotch.
"I can control every organ in my body," he said. "For instance, I can control my sex organ. If you touched it, most men would have an erection. That's natural. But I would not, unless I wanted to."
"I see," she said, still staring at the cock.
"Would you like to try?" he asked. "I don't think so," she replied. "But I can show you that I can control the organ," he said.
"No, I don't want to."
"You can trust me," he said. "How can we make any progress if you don't trust your master?"
"You're right," she agreed. "I guess I'm just being too careful."
"Touch it," he said.
She leaned over and picked up the hot limp hose in her white hand, and felt the warm, smooth skin. The head was round and red, but the rod did not start to rise when she caressed it.
Peg had held enough cocks in her hand to know that almost any man, unless he had just emptied his balls, would get a hard-on the minute she began to caress his rod. But she stroked hard, and rubbed the rim of the crimson knob. Then she reached under and cupped his loose balls in her hand, juggling them lightly. Still there was no swelling.
"See what I told you?" he said. "There is no reaction. I am immune to the pleasure that your touch is giving me."
"It feels good?" she asked.
"Of course," he replied. "I told you, it brings pleasure, but not happiness. You will reach that point someday too, if you study and work hard.
"But I can let my organ feel your touch and if I will it I can let it engorge like it should. Touch it and I will show you."
He stared at his crotch and she started to stroke the rod again, but this time she felt it stir in her hand, then start to elongate and bloat with blood.
She watched the tool expand slowly in her hand as she pulled on it, and soon it was long and hard. She stared down and realized that she was stroking an erection.
She stopped, and the man stared at her.
"It is not fully hard yet," he said.
She resumed her work, pulling on the loose outer skin of his cock over the long, hard staff, rubbing the rim around the cap again, and feeling the blood pulsing through his vein-studded shaft.
The knob bloated and turned darker red, and she knew now that his cock was fully engogred. She continued stroking as the man stared at the rod, then realized that he had sprung his full erection now. She was sure this time.
"It's really hard," she said, "you were right."
"Yes, it is very hard, and very hot and long," he said. "This is an instrument of pleasure, but whether or not it becomes an instrument of happiness is for you to still be seen. There will be time for that."
"Yes," she replied, looking at the pulsing rod as it throbbed up toward her face. "We'll see."
The man stood up and threw the robe around his body. She saw the cock sticking out, like a tentpole, from under his robe.
She found that she was strangely aroused by the sight of the Guru's stiff cock. No, he couldn't be thinking about making love with me, she thought. I am only a novice and he is a Great One. He couldn't be interested.
Besides, she thought that his sexual needs were being taken care of by the woman Lena. Surely that was enough for a man who had learned to do without pleasure.
She rose and walked with the man to the door.
"We shall meet again tomorrow," he said.
"Will I get a chance to see some of the other girls here?" she asked.
"Not yet," he replied, "not until you get fully initiated to the ways of the culture. That should happen soon."
"The soonere the better," she said. "I'm dying to hear how it is here."
"You will see for yourself," he said. "Tomorrow, then. Lena will tell you when,"
"Thank you, Swami," she said as he closed the door.
She walked back down the long corridor and through the large door again and found herself out in a large hall. There was no one in sight. She realized she had no idea where her room was, nor any notion about what she was to do. She also noticed that there was no way of knowing what time it was in the building, since all windows were hidden in drapes and some had even been boarded up.
She thought that was because the culture insists on deep concentration and withdrawal from the physical world around us. Therefore, she figured, the weather, or whether or not it was day or night, was actually a distraction. Like they say, reality is a shield, to hide us from the eternal truths. She was determined to do all she could to tear down that shield.
As if she were a phantom, Lena stepped out from behind a curtain and walked toward Peg.
"How did it go?" she asked.
"You frightened me," she said. "It didn't go well at all, but I'm to meet him tomorrow."
"Come, I'll show you to your room."
Lena led the way at first, but as they walked, the woman lagged behind and Peg had to walk in front of her. She started to get nervous again, as if she knew the woman was looking her over. She could almost feel her eyes traveling up and over her ass and back. She was not fully clothed.
The woman threw her a new dress when they reached her room.
"Put this on and where it from now on," said the woman. "You're to stay in here all night and meditate. Get a lot of rest because tomorrow will be a hard day for you."
"It will?" said Peg, sitting on her hard bed.
"Yes," smiled the woman, slyly, "a very hard day."
CHAPTER TWO
Peg had thought that there would be more to do in the retreat. She didn't really like staying in her room all night. There was nothing in the room but her hard, bare bed. She lay down and tried to sleep.
Thoughts of the day ran through her head like phantoms. The retreat was not at all like she had imagined. She expected to meet many other girls there, but so far had only seen Lena, whom she disliked, and the Guru himself.
Both had been disappointments. She knew that the man had not been born into the culture, but had converted. He was white, not Indian. Perhaps that was what distracted her. He seemed to her to be no more than just another man dressed in long robes.
But she tried to remember his words. Yes, she agreed with his theories, but she just couldn't do anything about her revulsion to pain. She had a lot of hard work ahead of her. But in the morning she wanted to get up and around early. She thought that she might be able to run into some of the other girls. She still had no idea what she was expected to do with herself all day. They should have a better orientation period, she said to herself.
The bed was hard. She awoke in a pool of sweat, for there was no window in the room. She glanced around. In one corner was a small pile of books, but otherwise the room was completely empty.
She picked up one and started to page through it, but the material didn't interest her at all. She threw the book on the bed and started to dress.
She remembered the Great One's long, stiff cock from the day before. It's funny, she thought, but I guess I didn't expect him to have a cock.
The girl had prepared herself for abstinence before she had left for the retreat. Although she had not made love for a few months before she left, she had started to feel the old urge coming back, the urge for a cock. But she had fought it off. Now. she thought, it would be easy in the retreat since there were no men. That is, except Swami.
But she didn't believe he would threaten her. She thought it over and decided that the pleasure he was talking about could include sex, and perhaps that's what he had on mind.
That would be an easy way out, she thought. That way I could satisfy my urges, yet I would be making love with a member of the culture. It would work out.
But she still couldn't believe that the man would want her. Perhaps after I've been here for a little longer, she thought.
Her dress was looser than her own, and hid her shapely body completely. Her tits did not protrude, and her hips bulged only slightly from under the loose garment.
But the material was coarse against her naked skin. She wished she could be allowed to wear her bra and her panties. Perhaps, if it gets worse, she thought, I'll wear them anyway. No one would notice.
When she had dressed she left the room and found herself in the maze of corridors. She stepped through a large hall, her bare feet even echoing through the room, and through another passageway. She wondered where the other girls slept, and where Lena and Swami slept. She wasn't even sure if they slept together.
She walked down a carpeted hallway, wondering if there were any more forbidden parts of the building that she was not to enter. But so far she had not passed through any doors.
She walked down the hall silently, she thought she heard a scream. She stopped in her tracks and listened.
She was sure it was a scream. She stepped quietly down the hall, noticing an open door ahead of her.
But when she reached the door, she found it led out onto a terrace overlooking a larger hall. She was just about to step back when she heard another noise, this time a loud groan. It was coming from down the hall.
She stepped out and looked down at the large room below her. She was shocked to find Swami nude, sitting on the carpeted floor. His cock was hard and pulsing up from his crotch.
Another young girl was in the room. Otherwise it was completely empty. The girl was also naked, and very beautiful. She had very long black hair and a sleek, dark body. She was crying.
"You failed again," the man said. "How many times do I have to give you this lesson."
"I'm sorry," she said. "But I just can't do it."
"Why not?" he asked.
"You know why, Swami," she replied, still weeping. "That's why I joined the culture. You know about all those bad experiences I had before that. I can't forget them, and I can't do what you want me to do."
Peg was bursting with curiosity, and decided not to leave, as she knew she should have.
"But you must learn to overcome these fears," he said. "Besides, you must learn to forget about pleasure and pain. To some girls what I ask is great pleasure, but to you it is great pain. In any case, you must do it."
"I'll try again," she said, bending down on her knees in front of his prone body.
"Do it gently, and try to forget about it as best you can," said the man. "Just bear it, I know you can do it."
The girl slowly bent her head down and reached down to wrap her white hand around the man's tan, bulging cock. Peg gasped when she saw her dipping down, bending her naked back, and placing her lips around the man's cock.
"That's it," he said. "Now, go down slowly."
The girl started to plunge to the root of his thick tool and the man thrust his hips up slightly to drive the rod further into her mouth. When the girl could see that her lips were against the man's bush, she pulled back and slid her warm lips back up to the head.
"Lick around the rim," he said.
The girl plunged again, and rose to the cap to swirl her tongue out around his tool. Peg could see the small, pink tongue lapping out and the tip caressing the rim of his cock, where the crimson knob met the long staff.
She plunged again, and her tongue shot out to lap at the man's balls. The Guru sighed once and started to pump his hips up to push it in further.
The girl pulled back suddenly.
"I was gagging," she said.
"Try again," he told her, guiding her head down onto his crotch and slipping his cock into her mouth. The girl groaned as the long, wide cock slipped into her mouth and over the soft surface of her lips, then bore deep into the oven of her mouth, touching the back of her mouth and slipping partly down her throat.
Peg knew just what the girl was going through. She had given her share of blow-jobs in her day. But for the girl, who apparently had gone through a lot of similar experiences and did not want to repeat them, Peg knew it was horrible.
But the man was pumping his cock into her mouth hard and fast. Peg could see the girl's large white tits hanging under her body, swinging freely. Her mouth was all around the rod and her lips were glistening with her saliva as she plunged down on the long stake.
But Peg could see her belly starting to quiver. Perhaps she was about to vomit. In any case, she pulled back quickly to the head, licked around it, and started to pull her head of his crotch.
But to Peg's surprise, the man reached out and grabbed her, holding her close. The rod was deep inside her mouth, and the man pushed it in until her lips were tight on his bush.
She screamed and squirmed, but the man held her tight and continued to pump.
"Please, let me go," she said.
The man still pumped, driving his glistening cock in and out of her mouth, but never out all the way. He would pull it out until the head was left alone between her lips and then pump back so hard that Peg was sure that the rod was rubbing against the back of her throat.
The man, in fact, was feeling his gism rising into his cock, and didn't want the girl to stop her work. Her mouth was hot, like an oven, and her lips were wet and soft as they slid along his cock, to draw the gism up into his cock. The girl was fighting madly to escape, her stomach retching in disgust as she felt the tool boring into her mouth, hot and wide.
He held her tighter as the gism slipped into his cock. But he wanted to finish in style, and started suddenly to pummel her on the back hard.
She howled, and Peg was shocked, wanting to run away right then and there.
"Stop it," she howled, "that hurts!"
Her words were garbled, since she still had his cock in her mouth all the way. But the man continued to strike her, the loud thuds of his fists crashing into her back echoing through the large empty room.
He felt his fists banging into her back, hard against the soft, supple flesh of her naked white body. Under her writhing body he could see her tits, large and white, with long pink nipples, swinging madly. She was in great pain.
The gism swelled his cock and his body tensed up. Peg could see that he was about to come. He wouldn't do it to her, she thought.
But the man pumped harder than ever as the gism crept up to the tip of his cock and then erupted into her mouth in the first hot spurt of his come.
The girl retched when she felt the hot spurt slapping against the back of her mouth. But she could not pull herself free of the man, who still held her tighter around the neck and beat her savagely on the back with his fists, moaning loudly as he emptied his balls.
When he had finished his orgasm, his cock empty and relaxed inside her mouth, he let her go. She jumped back like a frog and vomited all over the rug.
"Stop it!" he said.
She continued to puke, retching and crying bitterly as the man leaped at her.
"Can't you control your body?" he howled. "Stop it, make it stop!"
But the girl was helpless to listen. Her stomach poured out his gism and all its other varied contents onto the Oriental rug, and the man could do nothing but kick the girl in the ass as she retched.
When she was finished, tears were streaming down her face. Peg assumed she would fly into a tirade against the man for being so cruel to her.
But instead she jumped to her feet, wiping off her mouth.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I couldn't help it."
"You'll never learn," he said, obviously dissatisfied with her.
"Please don't be angry with me," she pleaded.
"I should tan your hide," he said. "Get out of here right away."
The girl started for the door, and Peg darted back into the hall and hurried away before the man could look around the room and notice her.
She found the sight hard to believe. Boy, has he got them under his control, she thought. They're helpless. He has them wrapped so tightly around his fingers that they apologize for puking when he comes in their mouth.
She was starting to fear the man. She did not want to run into him. But then again, she thought, what do I know about that girl. Perhaps he really is trying to make her forget her past experiences. She made progress right in front of my eyes, since she wouldn't go near the cock when she first entered, but had managed to suck the cock hard and long.
No, I can't be sure about it, she decided. She thought now that either the man was a very good man, a real leader, one who would do anything to help his girls, or else a tyrant, and perhaps a sex fiend as well.
In fact, the man had been both in his life. Coming from a normal background in New England, he had been converted to the ways of the culture at a very young age. Since his family had been wealthy and pleased with his asceticism, they had paid for his trip to study with some of the great Swamis in India.
He had returned after six years fully converted, and quite talented. His ability to endure the bed of nails was not a ruse. He really had learned his lesson well, and was able to endure any pain, or any pleasure, without letting it arouse or hurt him.
He had started to help the girls when he first opened his retreat. That had been five years ago. But as time went on, he found that none of the girls could endure the pain he could. There was no point in trying to teach them.
But they were willing to pay for the lessons. His parents had become furious at him when he had written after the first year of study and told them he was staying another five for the full treatment. They had disowned him, and now he was on his own, and had to support himself.
He found this was the easiest way for him to do it. But his fascination with pain had led him to an intense delight whenever he watched one of the girls in agony. Now, after these years, he found that nothing could please him more than beating a girl. And he even had an excuse. He could say it was for their own good.
After abstaining from sex for a long time, he had suddenly become very anxious for it, and a great deal of it. He found the girls more than willing to comply once he got them in his power. But there were the hard ones, like the girl he had just beaten, and the new girl, he figured, Peg.
He also discovered that beating the girls aroused him sexually. After watching them in agony he could not resist the urge for sex, and now used it regularly as a means of excitement. But the urge would return again, just as it now returned to him when he left the girl in the room and started to think about the new girl. Yes, he thought, shell be a tough one. But he remembered her body, and she worshipped him. She would have to be his next project.
Peg walked hurriedly down the hallway for her room. She had no idea what to do. Should she leave? Was she being foolish?
"Peg, come this way please," boomed the sudden voice of Lena.
Peg whirled around and found the woman staring at her, having again slipped out from behind a curtain.
"You frightened me again," she said.
"I'm sorry," said Lena.
"You always do that," said Peg, now annoyed by the series of events of the morning.
"I was looking for you," said Lena. "In the future you will not be allowed to wander aimlessly around the building. You will be confined to your room in the morning until I come to get you."
"I didn't come here to stay in that cell," replied Peg.
"You'll do what you're told as long as you're here," said Lena. "Now, come along, I have something to show you."
Peg followed the woman down the hall and through more rooms, winding around in the maze of the building. Peg was very mad, and decided she would refuse to be pent up in a room like that for the whole month.
"You're going to see the demonstration Sami promised you," said Lena as they slipped through a curtain and into a small, narrow room with one wall of complete glass.
"What's this?" said Peg.
"Sit down," said Lena. "You can watch from here."
"Watch what? asked the girl. "Where?"
"In that room Sami will show you the treatment of another resident here," said Lena. "That window is a two-way mirror. You can watch without being seen from in here."
Peg looked around the room and didn't like it. It was only about ten feet long and four wide, with no objects and no windows, just the glass partition along one entire wall separating it from the room next door.
The other room was almost as barren. In it were a bed of nails and a wall full of whips and chains, and other gadgets. But that room was much larger.
"I don't like it here," said Peg.
She started to walk back to the door, but the woman suddenly slammed it shut. Peg ran to the door and started to pound with her fists.
"Let me out!" she screamed. "What are you doing to me in here?"
"You'll have to stay and watch," said Lena. "It's part of the instruction."
"No, let me out!" Peg said through the door.
There was no reply. Peg beat on the door again and again and howled at the tip of her lungs, but the woman would not return. The door was locked tightly, and there was no other possible means of escape.
The glass, she assumed, was unbreakable. But it didn't matter, for as soon as she turned for the door the door in the other room swung open and the Great One appeared.
He was again in his long robes and sandals, and his hair and beard flowed over his face like a bear. With him now was a man, about forty years old, wearing a business suit and black horn-rimmed glasses.
When Swami spoke first, Peg realized she could hear every word plainly. She sat down on the carpeted floor and stared into the other room.
The businessman stood in the center of the room, and Swami walked around him.
"Now," he said, "take off those clothes. Those are only pretense."
The man started to undo his tie.
"NO," said the Guru, "That's not what you're supposed to do. You were to put those clothes on, just like you did before you came here, so that we could symbolically strip you of them."
"I forgot," said the man, very timidly.
"I fear you haven't learned your lesson too well, Mr. Carruthers," said Swami. "Tell me in your own words what we are doing here."
"I am to learn that to fully come into the consciousness of the culture I must strip away all else. I must especially strip away the attitudes of a businessman I brought with me to the retreat. These clothes represent these attitudes. As I strip them off I am again stripping off all that is not me, all that is only part of my body, yet has nothing to do with my mind."
"You have that memorized," said Swami. "In any case, let's continue. Strip."
"No," said the man.
"I said strip now!" said the Great One.
"I can't," said the man. "I must hold on."
"You must not, you must give in to the culture, give in to the way, give in to me, give in."
Peg could see what the Guru was up to. He would make the man argue back, instead of obeying him, so that he could indoctrinate him more with reasons and convincing. Or, she thought, perhaps he wants to punish the man and does not like to punish willing victims.
Mr. Carruthers was obviously a middle-aged businessman, come to the retreat to get away from the mounting pressure of the business world. Many did it, Peg understood. They found new ways of relaxing after tiring of the grind.
Peg wondered how long the man had been here, and whether he was submitting willingly, or whether the Guru had had to punish him before he came over. Shit, thought the girl, what if that happens to me? What if I become a vegetable like these people?
The man was very docile, almost bovine. He stood in the center of the room until he finally was convinced to take off his clothes. He stripped off his tie, his jacket, his white short, his trousers, leaving on only his argyle socks and his boxer-short underwear.
"Very good," said the Guru. "Now we'll practice our pain endurance."
"Yes, master," said the businessman.
"But first," said Swami, "I want to see if you have learned your lesson as far as dominance. Tell me, what is the relationship between me and you?"
"I am your slave, Great One, and you are my master," replied the man.
"That's right," said the Guru. "You must learn this well, to be able to submit to me and therefore take advantage of all my teachings."
"I am nothing in your eyes," said the man.
"Bend over and crouch like a horse," said Swami. "Show me you understand you are nothing, no better now than a horse that slaves for his master, since you have not yet thrown off the yoke of the worldly life."
The Guru pulled a riding crop off the wall and walked toward the man, who had dropped to his knee. Peg's heart started to race when she considered that the man might beat the businessman like a horse.
The man crouched over on all fours, and the Guru grabbed a saddle and threw it on his back. Then he tied a collar around his neck to fasten a rope to it.
The man is crazy, thought Peg, wishing she hadn't been locked in the room. She stared into the room and was given another shock, back the rope like a reign. He raised his hand and swung the crop down, and the leather cracked on his skin, the sound echoing through the both rooms.
The man was grunting and groaning as the Guru rode him around the room, hitting him with the crop. The sound of the leather was loud and the man's breath short as the Guru smacked him again and again and kicked up with his feet as if her were riding a horse.
How humiliating, thought Peg. The man was neighing like an animal, and the Guru was smiling broadly as the man moaned in pain.
"Oh, please, no more," said the man, out of breath.
The Guru dismounted.
"You're learning," he said.
"I couldn't take it any longer," the man said.
"You did it for long enough," said Swami. "I think you know how you stand."
"Oh, yes," said the man. "I am the slave, and you are the master."
"Very good," said Swami. "Now we will try out your pain endurance."
The Guru led the man over to the bed of nails, and ordered him to jump up. The man closed his eyes as he leaped up and came down on the bed, and howled loudly as his almost naked body struck the sharp points of the nails.
"Lean your whole body down hard," said Swami.
"It hurts," the man moaned. "I can't help it, no matter how many times I do it always hurts so much."
"You will always feel the pain," said Swami. "But you must learn to ignore it. Think of your spirit while you lie there. Think that your body is in pain, but your spirit is untouched. It does not pain. In fact, it is rising high by your will to endure physical pain. Think of that, and the pain will be meaningless."
The man was almost writhing now on the bed, trying not to leap up and relieve the agony.
"I know all that!" he cried out. "But it hurts. I can feel the needles puncturing my flesh. Oh, please, let me off this one time."
"You may rise when you want, but you know that's not what you're supposed to do. You must endure."
"I can't do it!" screamed the man.
Swami ran over and pushed down on the man's body. The man howled loudly, and Peg almost felt the sharp points of the nails herself as she watched the man's legs kick and his arms flair, trying to bread free of Swami's hold. But the Guru pressed down hard and forced the man to lie flat, enduring every sharp point.
"Let me up!" screamed the man.
Swami pressed harder, and the man's words became a garble of loud, desperate moans.
The Guru let him up at last and stood back, as the man crawled off the bed and lay on the floor, in agony still. His back was dotted with red, where the points had pierced his flesh.
"You failed again," said Swami.
"I know," said the man. "I can't do it."
"You don't have much longer to go," said Swami. "You must learn this. You must learn how to take the pain of the nails. You've learned everything else. You've learned your spiritual lesson, and know that you are my slave, and a slave of the culture. But you must learn your physical lesson if you are to be complete."
"Teach me, Great One," said the man.
What a fool, thought Peg. She looked at herself and for a moment the idea that she could be like that flashed through her mind. How foolish I've been, she thought. This man is a fraud.
"I will teach you how to endure the nails," said the Guru.
"Sit down here, in the usual position."
The man sat in the lotus position in the middle of the room. His face was pointed at the mirror, almost right at Peg's face. But she knew he could not see her. She wondered if he knew the mirror was a fake.
The man's hands were up on his knees, his hands open, his knees crossed and the long argyle socks pulled up over each other. He stared blankly at the mirror.
"I will show you now how to endure the pain of the needle," said Swami. "The points are very sharp. If you can teach your body how to endure them, you can take the bed of the nails and any other possible test of your endurance. But you must teach your body, it cannot learn by itself."
"Yes," said the man, "I will teach it."
"Your body can be controlled by your spirit," said Swami. "Teach it to endure. Teach it to overcome."
Swami had a pin-cushion in his hands, a tremendous cushion with long, thin needles stuck in. The needles were not the sewing kind, but looked more like spikes, each one about five inches long and almost as thick as a pencil at their wide ends.
She didn't have to be any closer to know that the needles were very sharp. And she knew for sure what the Guru was going to do with them.
"These points are just as sharp as those in the bed of nails," said Swami. "You must learn to endure them. If you can take these, there is no reason why you can't take the bed of nails."
The man did not turn around as Swami pulled one of the long needles out of his cushion and jammed it hard into the man's shoulder. The needle stuck into his flesh.
"Oh, Swami!" the man howled.
"Leave it in," said Swami. "Don't pull it out."
Peg could see the man's hands quivering as he wanted to pull the needle out right away. But he held back, and the Guru was delighted.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"Very much," said the man, closing his eyes to endure.
But there's no reason to endure a pain like that. What if I can't endure it. Who can? Pain is supposed to hurt. She realized how she would never be able to follow the theories of the Guru. She was sure he was a fraud, and suspected he could also be mad.
As she watched the man in needless pain, she wondered just what had brought him there. Did he long for pain? No, she just couldn't understand the reason for the needles. Did they attack the central nervous system? If so, which did they attack, the automated or the non-automated nerves. Good nerves are man's original state. Wasn't life more than ending up here with needles in you?
She had now decided for sure that she would leave the retreat. As soon as the door was opened after the demonstration she would tell Lena that she had changed her mind about the retreat, and that the way of the Guru was not her way. She would leave as soon as she could get a car out of the retreat and down to the town.
But she didn't know when the woman would let her out. She knew for sure that it would not be before the Guru had let her see all of his cruel, savage display.
He was just then jamming another needle into the man's shoulder. There were now three in the shoulder, and Swami started on the other, jamming one in hard. Then he reached around and stuck one in his arm.
The man's flesh was goose bumped in pain as he sat motionless, trying not to break down and scream and pull the needles out. They were still hurting him, the holes in his flesh filled with the needles, and the new needles boring in from the Guru.
"Does it hurt?" the Guru asked.
"Yes, it does," the man said, almost weeping. "Please, no more!"
The Guru had no intention of stopping. Peg thought she saw tears of agony rolling down the man's face, and his body was trembling wildly now as he tried one last time to endure the pain.
Peg could see what a torture it was for him, how he was enduring even more than she had. She had not had the choice as to whether or not she wanted the pain to end. That was left completely up to Swami. Therefore, her pain was only physical.
But the pain of the man was mental as well, since he knew that he had the power to stop it any time he wanted. Peg could imagine the anguish he was suffering, trying to hold off yet being driven by the pain to break down.
Yes, the Guru was a good master, she thought, and a very brutal one. He had apparently broken this man down well, and he no longer needed to be tied down at all.
The Guru jammed another needle in, and the man howled at the top of his lungs. A thin stream of blood was starting to trickle from one of the wounds.
"Do not give in!" said Swami.
The man could hardly speak now. He shook violently as he tried one last time, but the last needle set him dangerously close to the edge.
The Guru raised another needle and prepared to plunge it into the man's flesh.
"There will be many more," he said. "The bed of nails has many points."
He held a point in each hand, then raised one and plunged it in, the other ready to strike. The man grunted in pain as the first point entered his flesh.
But before he could recover, the Guru slammed the second one into his other shoulder. The man screamed as it struck home, he shook wildly, and finally leaped out of the lotus position, pulling off the needles wildly.
"You failed again!" said the Guru.
Peg saw how foolish it was to have to endure one pain just so that she would be able to endure another. Why not avoid them both? No, the Guru was wrong. Pain was avoidable in their ways. There was no problem at all, in fact, in avoiding the pain of a bed of nails. That was no threat to her. All she would have had to do to avoid it would have been to stay home from the retreat.
"Yes, you failed again!" said Swami mockingly.
"I'm sorry, Great One," whimpered the man when the last needle had been pulled out. "I couldn't take it any longer. But I lasted longer than last time."
"True, but you have so far to go," said the Guru. "Enduring is not withstanding like you think. You do not clench your teeth and wait for it to go away. What happens if never goes away? No, you must not want it to go away, because you don't care if it is there or not. That's the point you're trying to get to, the point where pain does not bother you, where you do not care about it."
"Yes, you're right," said the man.
"You need a great deal more work," said Swami.
The man's body was flecked with blood, and obviously still pained him. He rubbed the wounds on his shoulder as Sami stared at him in triumph.
"No, I am the only one that can endure pain here," he said. "No one else will ever learn."
The Guru was stalking around the room now, like a hawk circling his prey. Peg was convinced now that he was mad.
"No, you too have failed," he said. "You will never learn."
"But I must," said the man.
"I'm tired of this! said the Guru.
Peg thought for a moment that the man was going insane. Perhaps it had all gotten to him at last.
He ran around like a wild animal and grabbed a whip from the wall. The businessman cowered in the corner as he saw Sami start running at him swinging the whip.
"No!" he screamed. "Not that!"
"You must learn. You must all learn!" screamed Swami. "I can't stand you any longer! I can't dammit!"
He ran at him and started to whip him all over his body, beating him savagely with the sharp leather whip. The sound of the leather cracking into the man's flesh made Peg shudder.
He crashed into the wall, but the Guru continued to beat him brutally, whipping him again and again. The whip was long enough so that he could stand in the middle of the room to swing, getting the whip to slash through the air a long way before it snapped against the white, sore flesh of the businessman.
"Stop it!" he howled. "I can't take it!"
"You must!" screamed the Guru, even louder. "You must take it and like it!"
"No, please, I want to leave," said the man, cringing under the blows of the whip.
The Guru whipped again and again then suddenly stopped and dropped the whip. He stood in the center of the room as if he had just woken from a dream.
"What did I do?" he asked.
"What? said the man. "I didn't hear you."
"Never mind," said the Guru, having pulled himself together. He was glad the man hadn't heard him.
"What is the matter?" asked the man.
"Nothing," said Swami. "Get out of here. Get out of my sight."
"Please," said the man, "I'm sorry. I still want to learn. Please teach me, Great One, please."
"Get OUT!" shouted the Guru. "I'll rip you to shreds."
"Do it!" screamed the man. "Teach me."
"Get out," the Guru shouted again, pointing to him. "Right now."
"Yes, I shall obey," said the man.
The Guru still stood in the middle of the room as the man picked up his pile of clothes and walked to the door.
"When can we have another lesson?" asked the man.
"GET OUT!" shouted the Guru.
The man ran out of the room, and the Guru grabbed the whip to lash out just as he ran out. The man was almost raving, thought Peg.
A knot of fear rose in her chest as she realized she was in the retreat with a madman. The Gure was disintegrating right before her eyes. What would he do next?
Then she realized that he might want her. She almost screamed at the idea of even seeing the man again, of having him talk to her, and worse, of having him close. She remembered with a shudder how she had stroked his cock.
There was no longer any doubt in her mind about the man. First there had been the session the day before. Then the strange room she had been thrown into, and was to be locked up in at night. Then there was the incident with the girl, when she had watched the girl forced to give the man a blow-job. Now, she had seen the Guru beat a man savagely for no reason, and almost lose his mind.
Peg started to tremble. She had to get out right away. If the Guru were to walk into her small room now she would scream in terror.
She waited five, then ten minutes. Where was Lena? Was she ever going to get out? What would become of her? She thought for a moment that she had not seen any of the other girls. Perhaps they were all locked up. Perhaps they were never allowed to leave.
The Guru left the room and Peg was afraid he would come to her. But the man was walking the other direction down the corridor. Beads of sweat soaked his brows. He was trembling. No, I can't take this any more, he said to himself. I can't take these people. Why can't they learn? Why can't they take the pain like I can? Why not?
He felt furious at every person in the retreat. I'll show them, he said to himself. I'll show them they will endure pain. I'll make them all suffer, just like I did when I was learning. They'll wish so much that they could take the pain that maybe just one of them will succeed. I can't take another failure.
He raved around the halls and searched for Lena. He wanted to begin his punishment lessons right away, and already had his first victim in mind.
But Lena was not in her usual place. In fact, she was just then walking down the hall to get Peg out of her room. She had assumed that the session with the man would take an hour, when in fact it had been cut short.
She glanced into the room on her way past, and saw it was empty. She hurried to the small room and swung the door open to find Peg weeping on the floor.
She was crying big tears.
Peg didn't move.
"What is it?" she demanded.
"I can't take this place, " said the girl. "'I want to leave."
"That's impossible," said Lena. "You just got here."
"I don't care," said Peg. "I must leave. I don't want to learn. I was wrong, I don't have the interest. Please, I must leave right away."
"First of all, no girl can leave unless she gets the permission of the guru," said Lena. "And it is highly un-likely that he will grant it so soon after your arrival."
"Are you serious?" asked Peg. "I'm not a slave here, I can leave when I want."
"That's wrong," said Lena, smiling slyly. "You're a slave to the Great One for as long as you're here."
"But you don't understand," said the girl. "I'm finished. I give up. I want to leave. You can keep the money, I just want to go home."
"You can't," said Lena. "You're here and you must stay unless Swami gives you permission to leave."
"This is insane!" shouted Peg.
"Come with me," said Lena.
Peg rose and left the room. She wanted to continue the argument, but not in the room. She still feared getting locked in there by Lena.
But once she was out in the hall, she resumed her pleading.
"Please, don't bring me to him," she said. "Let me go," said Lena. "Don't say it again or you'll be sorry."
"Then I'll leave on my own," said Peg.
Lena laughed loudly, her eyes glancing up and down her body again.
"You can't leave," she laughed. "There's no way out of here."
"I'll walk out the front door," said Peg.
"You won't because it's locked," said Lena. "Only I, and the Great One can open it."
"I'll jump out a window if I have to," said Peg.
"There are none," laughed Lena. "The only window in the building that can still open is the one in the guru's quarters. Those quarters are off-limits to you. Besides, they're always locked."
"You can't do this," said the girl. "You can't keep me here. I'll call the police."
"On what?" Lena smiled.
"This is ridiculous," said Peg. "You'll get caught after I get out. You must let me go."
"You're trapped," said Lena. "That is, unless the guru agrees to let you go."
"Ask him, please," said Peg.
"I can't," Lena smiled. "You'll have to ask him yourself."
"Oh no," Peg replied, "I don't want to see him."
"You don't want to see the Great One?" laughed Lena. "Come now, I thought you worshipped him."
"I hate him and I won't go near him," said Peg. She realized then she should have kept her mouth shut.
"Swami will be very distressed to hear that," said Lena. "He was counting on working with you."
"Please don't tell him," pleaded Peg. "You can ask him now, I'll bring you to him."
"No," said Peg. "Please don't, I don't want to see him at all."
"No, you'll have to," smiled Lena, glancing down again at the girl's round hips that bulged only slightly under her loose garment. "In fact, the Great One is expecting you right now."
CHAPTER THREE
Lena had to drag the girl through the halls and down toward the room where the guru was pacing around like a tiger in a cage.
"You're making things hard on yourself," said Lena. "Why don't you just come along quietly. You're being very foolish, you know."
"Don't make me go there," said the girl, trying to pull back. But she was held tightly by the woman's incredibly strong grip.
"Don't make a fool out of yourself," said Lena. "You're about to see the Great One, if you want to or not. Why make such a fuss?"
"Please, don't make me, Lena," said Peg. "Don't make me see him."
"He wants to see you right now," said the woman. "He wants to continue the lesson you began yesterday."
"Oh, no, not that!" Peg moaned.
Lena eyed the girl as she dragged her down the hall. Once or twice she brushed into Peg's warm, naked body under the garment, and wished she could see the girl naked. Lena had fallen for the girl as soon as she had laid her eyes on Peg.
Lena had been working for the guru ever since his return from India. She had met him there while he was in his last year of study. Women could not master the culture. It was taught, but they had to learn all the rules, and all the methods, of that culture. She studied for two years before she would be able to take
"Please, don't make me, Lena," said Peg. "Don't make me see him."
But she found that life in India was nothing compared to the possibilities of life in a Western country. She had latched on to the American, figuring he would fall for her as his assistant, and then she would be allowed to come to the country when he returned home.
Sure enough, that's just what happened. Lena found the job just to her liking. She was able to satisfy many of her wishes as she worked as the guru's assistant.
First of all, she had money. She ate well. In India, she would not have been paid for her services, and given only lodging in a hovel and a meager diet of bad food. Here, she lived in a beautiful mansion, and ate the best of foods.
Also, she could here satisfy her dual urge to dominate and be dominated. The master would dominate her, and she would obey his every wish and command. But she could dominate the girls in turn, and loved to make them cringe under her just the way she had to cringe to the man.
Finally, she was able to satisfy her lust for young girls. Although she was over thirty, she still preferred younger girls, and could find none available to her in India. Here, she had all she could ask for.
She had found out while the guru was still in her country that he was planning on starting a retreat for girls only. The idea had appealed to her, and helped her to make the final decision to leave her country and come to the States with Swami.
She never regretted her decision. There were girls here for her whenever she wanted. In India she had been sexually frustrated, since lesbianism was highly irregular and severely punished.
But here she could get away with it. She did not have to sleep with the guru, although most of the girls assumed she did. No, this was an ideal set-up, and she would do anything to protect it. That meant doing anything the man ordered her to do.
She knew he wanted to see the girl now. She also knew that he was in very bad spirits, and was perhaps going insane. She had seen it coming for a long time. But there was nothing she could do. If the man ordered her to bring in Peg, she would have to do it, even if she knew that he wanted to punish her. She would certainly have preferred to take Peg to her bedroom and make love with her, but she was not going to risk her status at the retreat for the girl.
No, she figured, if I can't make love with her I'll watch the guru beat her and maybe rape her. She knew from past experiences that the guru would sometimes call upon her to make love with the girls, to further arouse him as he watched. All this was done under the pretense of learning to endure uncomfortable things, of course. In any case, she usually got a chance to make love with every girl that stayed in the retreat.
But she especially wanted Peg. She was going to bring her into the guru's room and watch him start on her. It would be an exciting afternoon.
The guru was standing by the door when Lena opened it and threw Peg into the room.
"She had something to ask you," said Lena.
Peg was trembling, and could not speak.
"What is it?" the man barked.
"Go ahead, tell him," said Lena.
"No, I can't," Peg wailed.
"Tell me!" the man shouted.
"I want to leave," said Peg. "Please, Swami, I realize this is not the life for me. I want to go home. Please, give me the permission."
"You, too?" he screamed. "You're all the same! You can't take it. Things get too hard and you want to run right out. You fool!"
He was furious, Peg could see that. But this was her only chance.
"Please," she pleaded, "let me go now. I'll leave and never come back, and I won't say a word about what happened here to me."
"No!" the man shouted. "Close the door."
Even as he spoke, Peg heard Lena slam the door and lock it. She was trapped in the same room with them both.
"Let me out, you can't hold me here," she said.
"You're not leaving," said Lena.
"You'll learn to endure," said the man.
"Oh, I don't believe this is happening to me," she wailed. "This is all a joke."
"Unfortunately, it's not a joke," said Lena. "This is real, very real."
"The pain you feel is real too," said the guru, still fuming. "You'll know that in a few minutes."
"Oh, shit, let me out of here!" screamed Peggy.
She ran to the door and tried to open it, then banged furiously. But there was no hope.
"None of the girls will hear you," said the man. "Of course, as you've seen, we have more than girls here. Mr. Carruthers is an exception, since he was willing to pay. But the rest of the girls believe that what I'm doing is for your own good. They would never come to help you."
Peggy looked around the room like a rat in a corner. There were no windows, and the door was locked. What was she going to do?
She started to run around, while the man and his assistant watched her and laughed. She stopped by the door again and beat on it with her fists.
"Lena, strip her," said the man.
"No!" howled Peggy. "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"
"We have to teach you if you're going to learn," said the man. "Please don't make it hard."
"Come here," said Lena.
"No, stay away," said the girl.
The woman came at her and the girl backed up against the wall in terror. But she knew she would be no match for the strong woman, even without the help of Swami.
Peg tried to fight back, but the woman grabbed her wrists in her hands then held them both in her left hand while her right pulled up Peg's loose robe and pulled it over her head. She was completely nude underneath.
The woman threw the garment on the floor and stood back to eye the girl.
"Doesn't she have a beautiful body?" said Lena.
"Yes, and she must learn to control it," said the guru.
"Don't give me that shit!" screamed the girl. "I know what you're up to, and I won't take it."
"You have no choice, dear," said Lena.
The man was leering at her. He too found her body very beautiful. Her smooth white skin was unblemished and her tits bobbed as she spoke. Her legs were long, and he stared up at her dense light bush, and thought he caught a glimpse of her wet, glistening cunt lips underneath.
"We must show her the hot coals," said the man.
"Lena, strip her," said the man.
"No, not that!" screamed the girl, without even having seen the coals yet.
"Come this way," said the man.
He pulled back a curtain and Peg howled in fright when she saw the bed of coals. It was about ten feet by ten feet, the coals smoldering, red and white hot. Smoke and heat waves rose from the bed.
"Jump on the bed," said the man.
"I can't do it," said Peg. "No one can."
The man pulled off his sandals and walked out on the bed of coals, grinning like an imbecile.
"See that?" he said. "It's not true. Someone can do it. I can do it."
"But that's different," said Peggy. "I could never do it."
"No one has any confidence here," wailed the man. "Why do I bother. Do you know how much pain I endured on hot coals while I was learning? I was willing to learn, why aren't you? No one is!"
"I don't want to learn," whined Peg.
"You'll learn," said the man. "I've had it."
Peg was terrified. She could see that the man had snapped. She also noticed that Lena knew it too. But the woman would not help her.
"Lena, help me!" she begged. "I'll do anything for you, please help me."
The woman only smiled.
"Get on those coals," said the man.
"No, I refuse," said Peg. "Let me go."
The man ran and pulled a whip out from under a low table in the corner.
"No!" she screamed. "You can't do that. Please, leave me alone. Oh, shit, I want to get out!"
The man ran at her and slashed the whip down hard.
"Get on the coals," he howled.
"No, stop it!" she screamed.
"I'll whip you until you do!" he shouted.
He started to whip her, and Peg moaned and screamed as she felt the hot weather tip of the whip ripping into her white flesh. The tip struck her back, then her thighs, then her back again and again as she ran from the man.
But she could only run in circles. There was nowhere in the room she could run to where she would be safe, with the exception of the bed of hot coals.
"Run on the coals," Swami howled, "or I'll beat you to death!"
The girl felt her body aching, and thought she felt blood starting to drip from the earlier wounds. Still the man raced after her, and she ran around Lena as the woman howled in uneasy laughter. Her eyes were glued on Peggy's swinging tits as she ran.
"Stop!" she cried. "Don't do it! I can't take it any longer."
"On the coals!" yelled Swami.
The girl felt she could not take another blow. Again the leather slashed into her body, again, then again. She thought she would faint. What if I do, and they throw me on the coals, she wondered like a start. No, this is too horrible to believe.
She screamed in shock when the hot leather tip sliced into her face, and left a long welt down her cheek, just under her hanging blonde hair. Then she felt another welt on her ass as the man continued to beat her.
"Oh, the coals!" he cried out. "I swear I'll beat you to death."
The girl could do nothing else. She ran around the woman again and then just as she felt still another lash on her back she ran out onto the coals.
Her body was still smarting from the lash as she first stepped out on the coals. She was frightened that at first the hot coals did not hurt.
I can't feel it, she thought. Then it came all at once, the tremendous pain of the hot coals as she felt them burning under her feet.
She started hopping up and down, but there was no way to stop the pain. She hopped around on one foot, then held the foot in her hand as she hopped around on the other foot. The soles of her feet were in pain, and still she stood on the coals, unable to stop hopping even for one moment.
"That's it," said the man. "It hurts, doesn't it?"
The girl could not speak. The hot coals burned right through her feet.
The man grabbed the whip again and swung hard at her marked body, and the lash caught her again on the hips.
"I'll show you what pain is!" he howled.
The girl had nowhere to run to now. She could not even stay on the coals without getting whipped. I'm in the grips of a madman, she thought.
Peg ran off the coals and fell onto the floor, her feet numb and her body smarting with the whip.
The man stood over her gloating, and let the whip fall from his hands.
"This is just the beginning," he said. "You'll learn, you'll find out what it's like. And you won't get my permission to leave."
Peggy did not answer. She was at the end of her rope and only wanted to get away from them to nurse her wounds.
Lena was still staring at the girl, smiling. The man started to pace around the room again, uttering under his breath. I've got to get out of here, thought Peggy.
She rose to her feet and was going to beg the man again to be let go, when the guru turned at her and howled.
"I want her to feel pleasure too!" he said. "I'll show her just how horrible pleasure can be."
The woman was delighted, for she knew what was to follow.
"Hold her down, I'll show her!" the man barked.
Peg was too tired and her body ached too much to fight back now. She knew also what was in store for her.
The man took down his robe and let it fall down to the ground. His cock was already stiff and hot, having been aroused by the sight of her in pain. The man could never beat or torture a girl without getting excited.
The woman was pleased. She would be able to get at the girl now. She grabbed her from behind and held her as the man came at her.
"No, let me go. I swear I'll get even with you," said the girl.
The man grabbed her around her naked body and pushed his crotch against hers. He felt her bush soft and sweaty on his tool, and reached down for her cunt lips.
"Don't, don't!" the girl screamed in terror.
"I'll do anything. Don't rape me!"
The man found her cunt lips and slid his finger in, twisting it around and feeling the warmth of her juices as they flowed around his digit. He found her clit wet but not swollen and reached up with his other hand to grab her bobbing tits.
The nipples were taut and red as he pinched them between his fingers and then pressed his hands against her breasts. The white skin was as soft and as warm as melted butter.
Her cunt was wet as he rubbed the tip against the labia. Peg struggled with all the might she could still muster, but the woman held her tight. In fact, the woman was pressing her own body against the girl's in the back, and Peg felt her crotch against her cheeks, her tits in Peg's back. In front the man had her sandwiched in, his cock on her cunt lips and his hands over her tits.
The man found her cunt lips again and parted them with the tip of his long, fat rod. He pushed to insert the rod and felt it slip into her body.
"Now you'll see," he said.
"You fucking bastard," Peg howled, "you don't fool me. You just want to fuck me, that's all!"
The man thrust hard and his cock slid all the way into the hot confines of her creamy, wet snatch. The rod twisted down the winding channel of her love, through her wet lips and over her clit, deep into the oven of her wet, juicy cunt.
Peg still struggled to fight her way free, but was held tightly between the two strong bodies. She knew she would have to endure everything, have to endure the gism of the guru in her snatch.
The man pumped in greedily with his hips, driving the rod into her body with long, bold strokes. He already felt his gism creeping up toward his staff, and squeezed her tits as hard as he could, feeling their softness and warmth on the palms of his hand. He still found her body very arousing, and stared down at it as he pumped.
He saw her smooth white skin, broken here and there by the welts of the whip, from her cunt as he pulled back, glistening with the ample juices of her cunt. Then he watched it slipping back into her snatch, through the pearly gates of her love and his own along her hot canal. He knew his cock was reaching to the furthest regions of her pussy, deep, deep and hot.
He started to pump faster as the gism started up for his cock, twisting it around to rub it along the warm, wet walls of her channel. The sound of his pole slicing through the girl's cunt was great.
He began wishing that he could attack her asshole for the sake of purity.
The girl felt his breath on her shoulder as he started to grunt, and knew he was nearing his orgasm. The feel of his hot cock in her cunt made her want to retch. He was right, pleasure could be horrible.
His balls were swinging against her thighs as he stroked, in and out with a quick, lively rhythm. The girl winced each time the rod bore through her cunt lips and deep down into the chasm of her snatch, the hot bloated cap reaching all the way into her body.
"Hold her," grunted Swami, "I'm coming!"
The woman thrust her body tight against Peg's in the back, and the man slammed his body into hers so hard that their naked skins slapped together loudly, mingling with the steady slosh of his pipe in her gorge.
He started to pump very quickly now as he felt his cock filling with gism. Her cunt was very warm, very wet, and very tight, and he pumped it in and out with all the speed he could muster, as the head engorged and the staff tensed up, ready to splurt.
"Here it is!" he blurted out, pulling his cock out until the head alone was left in her pussy, then ramming it back in hard.
The cock erupted in the first hot spurt of gism, and Peg wanted to vomit as she felt her cunt filling rapidly with the man's hot, sticky fluids. But she could do nothing to stop him.
The man pumped hard and emptied his balls in long, slow spurts, still thrusting his staff in and out of her cunt, twisting it around as his emptying balls continued to bound into her soft, warm flesh.
By the time he stopped pumping, his balls drained and his cock satisfied, the girl was ready to faint. She felt the hot juices overflowing her cunt, and the man's limpening rod in her pussy, his hot breath on her shoulder as he fought to regain it.
The man slipped his cock out slowly and walked away, but the woman still pressed her body against the back of the girl. Peg could feel her warm body against her in the back, as she watched the man walk away.
He picked up his robe and put it on, then put on his sandals and returned.
"Let her go now," he said.
"I'm so hot," said the woman. "Please, let me have her, please, Swami."
"What is this?" screamed Peg. "Let me go."
"Let her go," he repeated. "You can have someone else, I want her for myself."
"Anybody, but quick," said the woman. "I'm very hot."
Lena let her go, and Peggy crumpled to the floor in pain and exhaustion. Come dripped from her cunt and out onto her light bush. She wanted to leave, even if just for a moment. Anything to escape the woman, who now was not covering up her lust for Peggy, and the man, who had definitely lost his mind.
"She is indeed very beautiful," said the guru. "She will stay here."
"Let me out of here," screamed the girl.
"Where is the girl you promised?" asked Lena. "Hurry."
The man left the room, and Lena grabbed Peg's arms and pulled her through the curtain on the side of the room and into another room. She screamed when she saw the bed of nails.
"No, this isn't for you, my dear," said Lena. "Swami will show you how he tortures a girl. You'll be thankful you only got raped when you see what he does to her."
"Why?" moaned the girl. "Don't you know he's crazy?"
The woman did not reply, but could not resist reaching down and grabbing Peg's tits. The girl was almost too tired to resist, but pulled away and curled up on the floor.
"I'll get you eventually," said Lena. "And when I do, I'll show you what making love is all about."
"I'll never do it," said Peg.
"You will," said the woman, "and you'll like it."
Peg turned around when she heard loud screaming in the other room. Then a girl was thrown through the curtains and into her room.
The guru came in right behind.
"May!" said Lena. "What a surprise."
"Let me out of here," screamed the girl. "I don't want to do anything with you. I want the Great One."
"No, you can't have him now," said the woman. "I have you, and I want you to obey me."
"No!" said the girl.
"Do as she says," the guru added.
"Oh, please, Master, don't make me!"
Peggy looked the girl over as the man stripped her.
She was about the same age as Peggy, with short black hair and a quite shapely body under her loose garment. But the garment did not remain on her body for long, as the guru stripped it off and left her naked on the floor. "Please, Great One," the hot girl said, "don't make me. I don't like to do that."
Lena walked over, still very hot and now aroused by the sight of the girl's unblemished white skin, her round quivering ass, her bobbing tits and large pink nipples.
But the girl spat in her face as she bent over.
"You bitch, stay away!" screamed May.
Peg could see rage building up in the woman's face, and crawled off in a corner. She hoped they would forget all about her.
Lena grabbed the girl by the arms and picked her up.
"I'll get even with you," she said. "I'll show you, you can't resist me."
"Tie her up on the bed," said the guru.
"No, not that!" the girl cried out. "I'll do it it, just don't tie me up!"
"It's too late," said Swami.
The man threw her on the bed of nails, and Peggy could see her flesh digging into the points as she bounded once and then tried to jump up.
But the man held her down as the woman bound her feet and hands, the feet spread apart and the hands high over her head, attached to the bed. She was on her belly, and the-nails dug into her tits and bush, and especially into her thighs as the man pressed them down in back.
"Leave her to me!" shouted the woman. "I'll show her not to be disrespectful to the Great One's assistant."
What a lie, thought the girl as she lay on the side, cowering. They had just about forgot about her, and she was willing to leave it at that. She dreaded having to watch the girl tortured, and knew how much the nails were hurting her. But she would not risk speaking up or running, for then the crazed man might turn on her too.
But the guru stepped back as the woman ran her hands over the smooth white back of May, then over the round, bulging cheeks of her asshole.
"I've got just the thing," Lena said.
She walked over to the side and fished through a pile of gadgets for something. The man walked over and started to push the girl down harder onto the nails.
"Take it!" he screamed. "Show me that you can take the pain."
"Stop it!" howled May, tears streaming down her face. "I can't take it!"
Peggy figured that the girl had been in the retreat for a long time. Perhaps she was a prisoner. In any case, she had no desire to learn to take pain either.
The man pressed her down and ran his hand along the insides of her thighs, feeling her heat, and feeling her thighs trembling in fear as the girl wept.
"No, please, Swami, let me go," she wailed. "Let me go home. I can't take this much longer."
Then it was true, thought Peggy. She too is being held here. Maybe they'll never let us go. She decided she must try to escape as soon as possible. She was sure there would be some way to get out.
But then she would still have to get to town. It was a long walk, and surely no chance of hitchhiking. Yes, she said to herself, I've really gotten myself into a jam this time.
The woman came back to the table, and when Peggy looked at the tool she had in her hand she gasped loudly. She couldn't believe it. It was the largest dildo she had ever seen.
Peggy had once seen a dildo in her friend's house, and had seen pictures of them many times. She knew that they were usually about the same size as a cock, perhaps slightly larger. But this one was unbelievable.
It was about a foot and a half long, and as wide as a normal cock was long. She would have guessed that the diameter of the rod, which was uniform all along the length except at the very head, where the rod bulged in the shape of a real cock head, would have been at least six inches. There was no way, she thought, that the woman could insert the rod in any part of the girl's body, including the mouth.
She walked around to the front of the table so that she was staring into the girl's face. May still wiggled around trying to gain relief from the nails, and struggling to tear free from the ropes.
The woman held up the rod. "How would you like this in your asshole?" she said.
"Oh, shit, no!" screamed May. "You wouldn't!"
"You'll find out what happens to you when you curse me out," said Lena.
She walked back to the girl's ass and rubbed the wide cap and her ass crack. The girl screamed and shook violently, and the woman started to spank her on the buttocks.
Peggy heard the claps very loud, as the woman's open palm snapped into the soft, supple skin of the naked girl. She knew also that each slap would press the girl down onto the bed of nails more, and drove the nails into her flesh at just the most sensitive spot of her body.
"No," howled May, "stop it! I can feel the spikes in my cunt!"
The woman continued to spank her, then rubbed the head of the tool along her hot slice again. She reached down and parted the girl's ass cheeks, and pushed the tip into her slit as if she were trying to insert it.
"No!" screamed May. "You'll kill me!"
"Shut up, or you'll get spanked again," said Lena.
Peggy could not believe that the woman would actually try to insert the rod. Even if she did, it would certainly hurt the girl. But she wasn't about to put anything past the two of them.
Peggy wanted to scream out for them to stop, for she knew they would injure May. But she was afraid of ending up on the bed of nails herself. Her body still smarted from the whip and the bed of coals.
The guru laughed as Lena probed around at the entrance to May's cunt with the huge dildo.
"Ram it in!" he said. "Let her feel the pain."
"No, please, Swami, don't let her!" howled May. "I can't take it."
"I said ram it in, Lena," said the man.
Peg thought she noticed that the woman was hesitant to obey him. But she turned and then nodded grudgingly. What's going on, wondered Peg.
"Please, no," said the girl, crying bitterly now, tears streaming down her face. "Please, I'm begging you."
"I want to see her in agony!" shouted Swami. "Why can't she take it? Give it to her right now, and give it to her hard."
The woman spread the cheeks of May's ass with her fingers and rubbed the tip of the tool deeper and harder. May shook with fright and pain, and Peggy almost started crying herself as she watched.
"Now I said!" screamed the guru.
The woman inserted the very tip back in the girl's bunghole, then pushed. The pipe did not fit in. The girl screamed and tightened every muscle in her body, her flesh quivering with fright, her buttocks fluttering, her legs and arms shaking as she still struggled to get free.
"Please," she whimpered, "don't hurt me anymore, please, Lena, don't do it!"
"Hurry!" said the man. "Right now!"
The woman thrust again, and once more the girl howled in agony, her body shaking. But the rod would not fit into her asshole.
The girl started to buck and whine as the rod pressed against the golden bud of her asshole, pushing apart the lips and entering the depths of her ass only slightly.
"I can't wait this long!" shouted the man. "Let me have the rod!"
Lena thrust again, trying to drive it in so that she would not fail the guru. But he ran at her and grabbed the dildo away violently, then inserted it back into her asshole as the girl wept.
"You're afraid to do it," he said. "You don't want to hurt her. You don't know how much pain a person can take. Well, I do. I know how much because I've learned to overcome it, and now shell learn too."
"I can't learn this way!" shouted May.
"Then you'll suffer," said the guru, pushing with the rod but finding it too wide to push into her bunghole.
Lena stepped back from the man, and Peggy and the woman watched as the girl's body trembled and her screams filled the room with the wail of agony.
The guru pushed and they were stunned to see the end of the rod slip into her asshole. They knew the man was pushing with every bit of his strength now, and feared that May would never recover from the insertion.
"I feel it!" she screamed, "oh, shit, no more!"
The man pushed again and again, but the rod slipped into her asshole only slightly. Still, the width of the pole made it very painful to her even though it did not enter her body too deeply.
The man placed the cup of his hand behind the pole and pushed hard with his palm. The girl cried out and then shook like an epileptic as the rod at last slipped between the tight jaws of her ass, splitting her rectum open, and into the heat of her bunghole.
"Oh, shit!" she wailed, almost hysterical. "No more, take it out!"
Peggy found herself weeping as she watched the girl in pain. She saw the guru's face contorted in delight as he watched the girl squirm. Peggy hated that man now. She wanted to beat him, wanted to torture him, wanted to make him pay for the pain he was inflicing on the girl, as well as the agony he bad inflicted on her too.
The man was a complete fake, she reflected. How foolish of me to come here, to believe that he could show me something. All he can show anyone is how to endure pain, but even that he can't teach. He can only demonstrate it and then try to make the students practice it.
He was a fool and a lunatic, perhaps, to expect the girls to learn as well and as much as he had after studying for five years, when the girls were arriving fresh from the streets. How could they be expected to learn.
Yes, this man is a lunatic, thought the girl. Worse yet, I'm in his grips. Her only chance, she figured, was Lena. She didn't know why, but she suspected that the woman would be able to help her, and, what's more important, willing to help.
But now Peggy had to cower in the corner of the room and hope that the man didn't see her. She saw that Lena knew she was there, and in fact glanced at her from time to time, but she said nothing to the man. Peg was sure the woman was not in sympathy any longer with Swami.
The guru pushed harder and the end of the pole bore deeper into May's ass. The girl was almost unconscious but still had the determination and will to fart.
"No, no, no, don't," she murmured, barely audible. Peg wondered how any girl could remain conscious even for so long a time as May had.
"Scream, that's it, howl," said the man. "Let me know you feel it."
"Oh. shit, I feel it," muttered May.
"Let me know you can take it," Swami said. "You are taking it. You are enduring."
"I don't have a choice," said May. "Please, Swami, don't, no more, you'll hurt me!"
"Let me know you like it!" said the man, now half-crazed.
"No!" howled the girl. "I can't stand it!"
"You fool!" barked the man. "You will never learn."
"I don't want your fucking lessons," May howled. "I don't want to learn. You can take your fucking lessons and your way and shove them up your ass. Let me go."
"I'll show you what gets shoved up an ass," said the man. "Let me know how you like this."
He pushed, and the thick round pole slipped hard between May's asshole and plucked open the bud of her rear love. The man pushed and Peggy and Lena watched the tremendous tool entering the girl's body inch by inch, pushing her buttocks apart a great deal as it entered.
No, Peggy thought, don't do it anymore, please, you'll hurt her. But the man was gone now, his eyes glazed in delight, perhaps lust, as he pushed the pole slowly into May's body, smiling at her as she howled in agony at the top of her lungs, her voice broken with pain and misery.
"Take it all!" the man muttered, "lake it deep, and endure it!"
"No, stop!" screamed May.
The man thrust harder than ever and the rod bore into her asshole. Peg couldn't watch any longer, and buried her head in her lap to hide the sight of the agonized girl and the guru.
Peg had her eyes closed, but could hear the sound of them tittering and the girl moaning, and the wet sound of the dildo entering the depths of her asshole. Peg wanted to scream out in terror and pity, but had to keep her mouth shut.
"Shit, I can't take any more!" howled the girl.
Peg opened her eyes and saw the rod entering her asshole almost half-way. The girl was shivering now and the man pushed hard to thrust the rod in. All at once, the girl bucked her body, screamed again, and passed out.
"She couldn't take it," said the man. "None of them can take it."
The man started to mutter to himself, and Peg hid in the corner as he raved around the room. Even Lena was now cringing.
But the man noticed the woman and turned to glare at her.
"You-you can't take it either," he said. "You can't take the pain."
"No, I'm not supposed to," Lena said. "I'm not a guru, I'm only an assistant. You know that."
"No one can take it, but me," said Swami.
"That's right," said Lena. "You are the Great One."
Peg could see that the woman was placating the guru. Surely she knows he has gone insane, thought Peg. Perhaps she can help me get free of this madman.
The girl was out cold. Peg hoped that the man would leave so that they could untie her and get her off the bed of nails. The thick rod was still protruding from her bunghole, half-way inserted.
The man ran around the room, then opened the door and ran down the hall. Peg sighed in relief, but would not move until Lena turned to her.
"Untie her," said the woman. Peg walked over and was about to untie her, when she realized that she had best pull the rod out. But she didn't feel lie she could do it. "Go ahead," said Lena. "Pull it out!" Peg gripped the pole and tugged, but it was firmly imbedded in the girl's ass. She had to pull with all her might to draw it out.
The rod pulled clean of her ass with a loud puckering sound as the girl's split lips closed again. She was still out. Peg threw the rod on the floor and untied her, then pulled her naked, shivering body from the bed of nails.
"Leave her here," said Lena. "Go away now, go to your room."
"But she needs help," said Peg. "You heard what I said," replied the woman.
"But what are we going to do?" asked Peg. "He's not well any more."
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Lena.
"The guru, Swami," said the girl. "What can we do? He'll hurt all of us. He'll hurt you too."
"You're out of your mind," said Lena.
Peg knew that woman was only saying those words, but not meaning them. Was she that terrified of the guru? Perhaps Peg had best wait for another chance to talk to her. The memory of the girl's agony, and the guru's stare at the woman, was still in her mind.
"Leave this room now," said Lena, bending down at the side of the girl, who lay unconscious on the floor, naked and shivering.
Peg had no choice but to obey. She put the rest of her clothes on and walked toward the door.
"Make sure the guru doesn't see you," said the Lena. "Sneak up to your room and stay there."
"I understand," said Peg, opening the door and then shutting it behind her. As she left she glanced back and saw the woman turning the girl over on her back, probably to wake her up, thought Peg. But she knew the woman wanted a girl, and perhaps her attention was motivated by more than charity. It may have been lust that prompted her to dismiss Peg and tend to May.
Peg did not run into the man as she slipped down the hall and into her room. She had no idea now what she was going to do. She wanted still to find the rest of the girls, to see how long they had been here. Perhaps they could arrange some sort of revolt against the man since now Peg was sure that Lena was against him too.
She probably just wants his house, thought Peg. If the man is taken away, she fears she will have to go back to her country. But if I can convince her, the girl thought, that she can get the house when the man leaves, perhaps she will agree to aid the girls.
But first Peg had to find another girl. She knew that it was dangerous to walk around the building, and that she could run into the guru at any time. Also, she had no idea where the rest of the girls were being kept. It was going to be a tough fight.
Perhaps the woman would arrange everything, thought Peg. The girl could think of nothing but staying in her room and waiting for Lena, although she realized that the man might come looking for her at any time. The room could be locked from the outside, but not the inside.
She wished with all her heart that her room had a window. If it did, she would not have hesitated for one minute in leaping out and running away from the retreat. But as far as she knew there were no windows in the whole building.
Then she remembered that there was one window in the guru's quarters. No, I couldn't go there, she said to herself. That would be inviting trouble.
But the more she thought it over, the more she realized it could be her only way out. Perhaps while she knew the man was busy with another girl, she could sneak down to his quarters and see if he had locked it. In his crazed condition, he perhaps had forgotten to lock it.
Yes, that was the only way out, she thought. She would wait until he wanted to torture a girl again, and then sneak down to his quarters. She only hoped that the girl he selected to punish would not be herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
Peg sat in her room for hours, with nothing to do but just that: sit on the bare bed and stare at the bare walls. She would not even go near the pile of books in the comer, for she had decided she would never have anything to do with the culture again.
But the guru was active. He had called the assistant in to his quarters, and she bowed in homage as she entered. He paced around by his window as he spoke.
"I must find one of them that can take it," he said.
"I don't believe they will be able, Great One," said the woman.
"No matter, they must learn. There are two that I think came close."
"Jane?" said the woman.
"No, May and Peg," said the guru.
"But May is not well, Swami."
"I don't care," the man whirled to shout. "She came here to learn, and I'm going to teach her."
"But they are all in their rooms," said Lena. "I want them both," said the man. "Bring them to the room with the bed of nails."
"Both, Great One?"
"Yes, both," said the guru. "I want them both to be there. You may choose one yourself for the ordeal, but the other will have to watch. It is very instructive for the girls to watch one another learning."
"Yes, sir," said Lena.
"Bring them right now," said Swami. "I must teach them immediately."
The woman left the room and started down to Peg's chamber. She already had a plan worked out in her mind, and she would present it to Peg now.
Peg was terrified when she heard a key at her door. Was it Swami? She thought she would faint if he came near her.
But she was delighted to find Lena at her door when it opened. The woman entered and closed the door.
"The guru wants you," said the woman. "Right now."
"Oh, please, don't bring me to him, hell punish me," whined the girl.
"I have my orders," said Lena. "But there is a way out for you."
"Anything," said Peg.
"He wants one of you to watch, and one to suffer," said Lena. "The choice is mine."
"Who is the other girl?" asked Peg. "May."
"She can't take it any more," said Peg.
"It's either you or her," said the woman.
"Oh, I know it's evil of me, but please don't take me," cried Peg. "I couldn't take as much as she could."
"I know that," said the woman.
"Then you'll take her?" asked Peg.
"I'm thinking of it," said Lena, smiling. "But I haven't made up my mind yet."
"Please," begged Peg. "I'll do anything."
"You'll have to watch anyway," said Lena. "And this time you better not let Swami catch you hiding your face. He wants you to see everything."
"I'll watch," said Peg.
"But there's more," said Lena. "I have a favor to ask in return."
"Anything, Lena," said Peg.
"You will find out," said the woman. "I want to have you for myself. I want you today. It's your only way out. Otherwise, you will be selected for the lesson."
"Please, don't make me do that," said Peg.
"You have your choice," said Lena. "I'll bring you down there to watch. Later on, after I watch too and get hot, I will have you at last."
Peg wanted to cry. But it could be worse, she thought. It could be May that the woman was making the deal with, and then Peg would have to suffer at the hands of the crazed guru. No, anything was better than that.
"I will do it," said Peg. "But I won't like it."
"We'll see about that," said the woman. "I know you haven't made love since you've been here, at least not willingly. You will enjoy it."
"I won't," said the girl. "I'm only doing it to avoid the torture, you know that."
"I'll take you any way you want," said Lena. "But now you will have to come with me."
Peg still had her loose robe on and rose from the bed to follow the woman out.
"Isn't there anything we can do?" she asked.
"Terhaps," said Lena.
"Then you want to help?" asked the girl.
"I do not believe the guru is doing good work any longer," said the woman. "He will give the culture a bad name."
"He already has," said Peg.
"I will have to stop him, and I'll need your help," said Lena. "But not now. I must wait."
"I'll do anything to help you," said Peg.
"I will need your help, but first you must please me," said Lena. "Then we may work together. Come."
Peg followed the girl down the hall, and Lena left her at the door to the room with the nails.
"I will bring May down," said Lena. "Wait here, and don't go in. Swami is already inside."
Peg felt her heart beating madly as she waited. By the time the woman returned with the other girl, she was trembling in fright. She knew there was no way she could be sure that the guru would not turn on her anyway.
May was shaking violently as she was led through the hall.
"Not, not again," she pleaded. "Please, Lena, I can't take it any more."
"I have my orders," said Lena. "Come, don't put up such a fight."
The woman had to drag the girl down the hall and throw her into the room after she had swung the door open. Peg followed warily and found the guru pacing back and forth, with a long snake wrapped around his hand.
"Here they are, at last," he said.
Peg noticed that his eyes were glazed over as if he were lost in thought. The man is out of his mind, thought Peg. What can I do?
"Which is it to be?" asked Swami.
"Please, Lena, not me," pleaded May. "Take her, I was already punished."
"May will be your student," said Lena.
"Oh, no!" screamed May, running to the door. But the man had locked it, and she was trapped again.
"You don't want to learn?" asked the guru.
"No, stay away from me," she cried, back against the door.
The woman backed off and pushed Peg to the side.
"Sit here," she said. "And don't make a sound. Remember what I told you. Don't get caught with your eyes closed of Swami will be furious."
"I understand," said Peg, curling up in the corner.
The man was raving as he ran at May.
"You don't want to learn," he screamed. "I'll teach you what it's like, whether you want to know or not."
"Please," said May, dropping to her knees to the bed, "I'll do anything for you. Anything at all. Just don't make me suffer any more, I can't stand it."
"Tie her up on the bed," said the guru.
Lena walked over to the screaming girl and grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her back. She pulled up the garment and was surprised to find that the girl was wearing a bra, panties, and stockings.
"What are these?" asked the man.
"Nothing," said May.
"What are they?" screamed the man.
"I was going to leave," said the girl. "I was going to try to leave. I can't take it."
"We'll see how much good these garments are for you now," laughed the man. "We'll see if they can stop the pain."
"No," howled May, "don't do it!"
The man pulled her across the room, and Lena helped by pushing her from the back. Peg longed to shut her eyes, but knew she had best heed the woman's warning.
The man let the woman hold the snake, which was curling around everything in sight, as he picked up the girl and threw her on the bed of nails. May's body stiffened and she gasped in agony as her flesh stuck to the points of the nails.
The man grabbed her arms and bound them to the side of the bed, then tied her feet together, this time not spread but bolted shut. She still had her bra and panties, and her stockings.
"Does it hurt yet?" asked Sami.
May could hardly speak. Her body was again racked with pain, and she wept silently, the tears flowing down her white cheeks.
The guru pushed her down onto the bed and Peg heard the sound of the nails puncturing her flesh. May howled, and then passed out.
The man was furious. He started to run around the room madly, hands in the air.
"She's out already," he howled. "Get the water, I haven't even begun yet."
Lena left the room and Peg felt her heart rise into her chest as the guru stared at her. He had found her. With Lena gone there was no telling what he might do.
"Watch this lesson well," the man said. "You'll see how a girl can be made to take pain, if she wants to."
Peg wanted to howl in the crazed man's face, that the girl did not want to take the pain, did not want even to stay in the retreat, that the man was out of his mind and should let them all go. But she knew better than that.
Peg was relieved when Lena returned with a bucket of water in each hand.
"Good idea," said Swami. "She may pass out again."
He picked up one bucket and dumped it on May's prone, tortured body. She awoke with a scream and tried to bolt upright in the bed, but was held down by the bonds.
"Oh, shit," she moaned, "why didn't you leave me out. I don't want to face it."
"You must," said the guru. "Pain that is not felt is not pain. And you must endure pain, or you will never learn the culture."
"I don't want anymore of your fuckin' culture!" howled May. "Let me go, I don't want to hear about it any more."
"How dare you!" said Swami, slapping her hard across the face. "I'll show you now. Now you're really in for it."
He turned to hunt for Lena, who was standing near Peg. He motioned for her to come.
"Give me the snake," he said. "Better yet, you do it. Let the snake inspect her body. Let her feel the slime, the coldness, the lithe tongue of the reptile. Let her feel the shivers running up and down her spine."
May's eyes filled with terror as she saw the woman approach her with the snake. Peg looked at the animal with disgust. It was apparently a cobra. The body was long and thin, with a wide bulge just before the head. The head itself was long and hideous, with a long, forked tongue shooting out continually as the snake writhed on the woman's arm.
"The snake is not poisonous any more," said the woman.
"But it is cold and slimy," said the man. "It will do the job."
The man turned and smiled at Peg, and Peg felt a bolt of disgust shoot through her body. She hated the man. She wondered why she didn't just run at him and tear his eyes out. That would have solved everything.
But had she failed, she knew it would be she that had to lie on the bed of nails, with the snake nearby. That was worth doing anything to avoid.
The woman stood right next to May, and let the snake dangle out from her arm towards the girl's face.
"No, get it away!" shrieked May. "Don't let it touch me, I'll die!"
"I see she has the usual fear of snakes," said the guru. "Let her feel it, let her conquer her fear."
"I don't want to conquer it, I want to get up!" she screamed. "Don't let it touch me!"
"Closer!" said Swami.
The woman let the snake writhe out from her arm and very near to the girl's face. May's eyes were filled with terror as she stared at the animal closing in.
"No!" she yelped, "no, no, no, no!"
The snake writhed out and the tip of its forked tongue licked at May's cheeks. The girl's body shook violently with terror and disgust as the animal neared her.
"Closer!" said Swami, tittering with delight.
Peg saw the girl writhing, trying to break free of the tight bonds. But she could not more her head enough to avoid the ever-nearing head of the snake.
The woman pushed it closer and the reptile licked over her face, catching her lips.
"Oh, no!" howled May, shaking her head back and forth violently. "Get away!"
The woman held the snake near so that it could lick over her face. May howled and the woman pushed it closer, the tongue now all over her face, wetting her cheeks with the wet, cold slime.
The woman moved the reptile slowly down May's body. First the snake pulled back, then struck out and bit her on the arm, then again, right on the tit. The girl shrieked madly and tried to writhe, but was still held tight.
The woman let the snake bite deeply into her flesh, knowing that the snake was not poisonous. The sharp fangs of the angered snake bore hard into the girl's flesh, ripping it open and drawing a thin trickle of blood.
Peg wanted to vomit, but wouldn't look away. She could see that the man was looking at her, swinging his head back and forth so that he Could keep an eye on both her and May, watching her in torment with a smile on his face.
Peg stared at the bed of nails and saw the snake curling back, then snapping out and biting into the girl's flesh, right in the creamy hollow of her waist. She screamed again, and the animal moved slowly down on the woman's arm.
Lena pushed the arm out and the snake bit down on her cunt, then licked her just above the elastic band of her panties. The girl retched in disgust as she felt the cold, slippery skin of the snake on her flesh, and the curling tongue at the top of her elastic.
The snake pulled back, angered perhaps by the smell of her crotch, and bit hard right through the material of her panties.
"Oh, shit!" screamed the girl, "no, no, no!"
The man giggled as he saw the snake pull back and take a patch of her panties with him. The shred was caught on one of his long, pointed fangs.
"I told you those clothes wouldn't do you any good," laughed the man. "There is nothing to help you from the pain, you must face it."
"Shut your fucking mouth, cocksucker, bastard, scum-bag, hard-on, motherfucker!" the girl screamed. "I can't stand the sound of your voice any more!"
The man flushed with rage.
"You are addressing the Swami," he said, soberly.
"Fuck you!" snapped May. Peg knew she had reached the end of her rope.
"I'll tear you apart," the man said. "Get back, Lena, I will complete the lesson."
"This is no fuckin' lesson," howled May. "You can't fool me, I know you only want to fuck me. Let me go, I swear I'll cut your balls off if I ever get a hold of you."
"You pay for this attempt at insult," said the man, mad but not as mad as Peg would have expected. Verbal pain, it seemed, could not affect him either.
"Leave the room, Lena," he said. "And take that girl with you. I will show this one what it's like to experience pain, and this time I mean real pain."
"Do not hurt her," said Lena. "She is in bad health already."
"Get out!" the man said. "I'll speak to you later about this. You know you are never to question my judgment."
"Yes, Great One," said Lena.
The woman motioned to Peg, and the girl eagerly jumped up to follow her.
"Get her!" screamed May. "She just watched, why don't you get her for once."
"Shut up," said the guru. "You will not speak."
"I'll scream like hell all the while," said May. "I'll scream in your fuckin' ear, pervert!"
"No, you won't, because I'll shove something in it if you open your mouth."
"Let's go," said Lena. "Leave them here, there's nothing we could do."
Peg followed the girl down the hall. She knew what she was going to have to do. But the fact was she did not dread it. Anything would be better than being left to the guru. Besides, she was getting hot lately, and wanted to find out what Lena's love was all about.
The woman led her into a small room with a large Oriental rug covering the floor. There were cushions everywhere, and two long mattresses on the rug. A small table lay next to one of the mattresses.
"This is my room," said Lena.
"It's nice, but it doesn't have a window either," said Peg.
"That's true, but none of the rooms have one," said Lena. "It's not allowed here."
"That's too bad," said Peg. "I would have been long gone otherwise."
"So would all the girls," said Lena. "Especially May."
She sat down on one of the mattresses.
"How many girls are there here?" asked Peg, sitting on the edge of the mattress.
"I can't say," said the woman. "But not that many. The guru finds a way to let them go without risking a tattle-tale. But that is all secret."
"Everything is secret in this place," said Peg.
"Everything except my desire for you," said Lena.
Peg blushed and turned away. She knew that while she was sitting comfortably on the mattress, the other girl was racked on the bed of nails, enduring whatever punishment the crazed guru had decided for her. Yes, she thought, she had made out all right.
The woman stood up. "Let me show you how we treat our lovers in my country," she said.
Peg sat on the edge of the bed, but the woman pushed her legs over so that she lay sprawled out comfortably. Her garment loose around her otherwise naked body.
"I will be kind to you," said the woman. "I will please you, and you will like it. You will like me, too."
"Why did you hurt me?" asked Peg.
"I must do anything the master tells me," said the woman. "If he is displeased, I may get into trouble."
"Will he beat you too?"
"Worse," said the woman. "I will get sent back to my country. Since I have left with another man, I can never marry there, even if I wanted to. I can find no home, no village will take me in. Only the cities where I will have to beg for my bread. No, I am better off here, even if it means torturing the girls. Frankly, I don't mind doing it that much. But I don't enjoy it, I don't get the same kind of pleasure that Swami gets."
"How long has he been crazy?" asked Peg.
"It's been happening little by little," said Lena. But now I fear he is completely out of his mind. I must find a way to help him."
"Why not just leave. No one will kick you out of the country," said Peg.
"But they will," said the woman. "I am not here legally. He can report me and then I will be a fugitive. So you see, no matter which country I go to, I will be a fugitive."
"That's terrible," said the girl. "Do you still believe in the culture?"
"Of course," she said. "What Swami does will not have any effect on the culture. He is only one novice, actually. In my country he would not be considered a guru, but only a novice. He is, what I believe you call here a swindler."
"But the pain!"
"Anyone can do that," said Lena. "That is the first thing taught in the culture. After five years he can at least do that. But he uses that to convince others that he is a guru. I want to laugh at him sometimes. But, as I have said, I cannot anger the Great One."
"I knew it all along," said Peg. "I knew you would help me."
"As I have said," the woman smiled, sitting down on the edge of the mattress, "I will help you if you please me. You can please me very much, you know."
"Why me?"
"Because you are very beautiful, and very fair. In my country it would be unheard of to make love with a woman so fair. But now I will get the chance, just as I have gotten the chance with the others."
She pushed the girl back down on the bed, then reached out to run her hands along Peg's body. She sculptured the curves of her body with her hands, running over the soft rise of her tits, around the wide bulge of her hips, into the creamy hollow of her waist.
"You are very soft, and very warm," said Lena.
Peg lay back and closed her eyes, feeling the touch of the woman on her skin. The woman ran her hands up and down for a few minutes, until Peg's skin was burning.
The woman pulled on the bottom of her robe, tugging on it until it was up over her crotch. The woman caught sight of her blonde bush, but did not touch it, choosing to strip her completely first.
She pulled the robe up, and slid a hand under Peg's body to lift her. She did not want the girl to have to work at all.
She pulled the robe over her tits, then up to her head. Peg rose and let her remove the robe, then lay down, completely naked.
The woman ran her hand over the girl's warm flesh. Her skin quivered like mercury, her tits fluttering as she brushed them and her thighs quivering as she ran her hand along the outside of Peg's long, white legs.
She ran her hand along the insides of her thighs, feeling the buttery warmth of her skin.
Peg pushed her legs open a bit and ran her hands down towards the heat of Peg's crotch.
Peg found herself getting hot, as the woman ran her hands closer to her treasure. The woman was sitting calmly at the edge of the bed, and was in no hurry at all.
Peg felt her hands slip around her crotch and over the smooth expanse of her belly. Her thin tan finger twirled around in her navel, then her palm came over her tit, pressing the soft flesh down. Lena noticed that the girl's nipples were getting taut and beginning to throb.
She squeezed the tits hard, molding the loose soft flesh with her delicate hand. Peg could feel a cool breeze blowing over her naked body from somewhere, and opened her eyes to see the woman just bending down to caress her tits.
She gasped when she felt the hot breath on her caps, then the woman's lips around her nipple. Lena sucked gently, almost kissing, then shot her tongue out and lapped around the buds, wetting them and leaving them glistening with her saliva.
Peg could not help but stir now as the woman ran her hand along the insides of her thighs again, even closer to the crotch. But she did not yet touch the girl's warm, eager snatch, stopping just before she entered the hot region of her love.
Her tits were quivering on her chest as the woman caressed her. She wet both nipples and then she licked her way down to her navel, twirling her tongue around in her button gently and leaving it too shining.
The woman ran her hand back along her thighs, but this time continued right on down to her cunt, running along the hot flesh of her inner thighs and then right over her exposed, watering cunt. The girl gasped loudly when she felt the first touch of her cunt lips, the woman's gentle delicate fingers prying open her labia and searching for her clit.
"Oh, that's so good," moaned Peg.
"Lie still," said Lena. "I will make you happy."
She spread her folds and found her clit swollen and pulsing. She plucked it between her fingers and then felt it wettening more as she massaged it.
Peg found her breath getting very heavy as she felt the touch on her clit, the woman stroking the morsel and running her fingers along the length of her slit. She spread her legs as far as she could, to open the lips even more.
"Watch me," said Lena.
The girl opened her eyes, and saw the woman stand up to undress. She pulled off her sari easily and stepped out of her sandals. She wore nothing underneath.
The girl was stunned by the beauty of the woman's body. Her flesh was an even tan color, and her tits were very round and firm, like small balls. They did not sag at all from their weight, which was considerable, since her breasts were even larger than Peg's.
Her cunt was very hairy, her bush jet black and thick, completely covering the cunt lips that Peg knew lurked under her forest. Her legs were long and dark, her belly very small, her waist trim. She was truly beautiful, thought Peg.
The woman sat again at the edge of the bed, and Peg could not resist reaching out to feel her tits. She found the globes firm and soft, and very warm. The nipples shot out as soon as she touched them, and the woman lay down next to Peg.
It was all very exciting to them.
Peg was breathing heavily now as the woman slid her hands back into her crotch. She slid a finger along the length of her slit, and caressed her clit again. Then she parted the lips with two fingers and slid a third into her body, through the pearly gates of her cunt and into the tight hot chamber of her love.
"Oh, that feels nice," purred Peg.
"I am just beginning," said Lena. "Touch me, please."
Peg reached out and squeezed the woman's tits again, fondling the soft orbs and pulling on her nipples. Then she bent over, just as Lena had done, and started to suck on her tits, lapping around the wide, dark cherries and wetting the flat aureoles.
She felt the woman add another finger to the first, swirling it around and making Peg's cunt water even more. She thrust the digits in and out slowly, then added some speed as well as a third finger.
"Oh, shit, that's too much," said the girl. "It feels as good as a cock."
"Better," said Lena, thrusting in hard and fast now.
The girl reached out and ran her hands along the insides of the woman's thighs. She found her skin burning, the loose flesh quivering with lust and heat as the girl neared her pussy.
"Now," purred Lena. "Don't make me wait."
Peg reached into her crotch and felt the heat of the cunt burning out even a few inches away. By the time she reached her cunt, her finger was baked in the woman's heat.
The woman spread her legs wide and her cunt lips opened. The girl reached into the muff of her black bush and found the lips at last, wide and scalloped. They were burning as if on fire, and the girl slipped a finger into her wet, eager pussy.
"Oh, shit," said Peg, "that's so warm."
"Push it in further," said Lena.
The girl inserted the finger further into her cunt and pushed in hard. She felt her fingers brushing against her swollen, pulsing clit as they slid by.
The woman's cunt was wide and deep, and hotter than Peg would ever have imagined. She thrust in with one, then with two fingers, and figured she would be able to fit them all if she wanted to.
The woman now had her eyes closed and was swirling her hips around gently in lust. She was very hot, Peg thought. But so am I. The woman's fingers were still buried in the depths of her body, thrusting in and out and making her cunt water all over the woman's thin, delicate fingers.
Lena started to bend over, and kissed the girl's tits again, but this time continued on down. Shit, thought Peg, she's going down on me!
The woman licked around her navel again, and the excitement was too much for Peg to beat. She pulled out her fingers and awaited the first touch of Lena's lips.
The woman reached her snatch and parted the cunt lips far. She massaged the clit, then put her lips around her cunt lips and sucked once gently.
"Oh, fuck, that's great!" blurted out the girl.
The woman gently kissed her labia, then ran her lips along her slit, and finally shot her tongue out and into the hot recesses of her pussy. The girl found herself quivering all over, and her breath was so short she could hardly breathe at all.
Lena parted her cunt lips as far as she could, then shot her tongue in deep. The girl pulled in with the vise of her vagina, pulling the tongue deeper into her cunt and feeling it working around inside her body.
"I never thought this was possible!" she howled. "Oh, shit, I feel it coming on already."
The woman sucked hard, and swung her hips around so that the girl found her cunt right over her face. She opened her eyes and saw Lena's black velvet V over her lips, and she wrapped her arms around her soft, dark ass and pushed her down on top of her head.
Her cunt was watering and dripping down onto Peg's mouth as she parted the wet lips and licked up into her pussy. She felt the woman's body shake violently at the first touch of her hot lips.
"Oh, that is nice," she crooned. "Be gentle, darling."
Peg was gentle indeed, licking ever-so-slowly into her body and sucking hard on the clit. She felt the woman's cunt burning her mouth, her juices filling her lips and coating her tongue with the sweet taste of her cunt.
She ran her fingers along the hot slice of Lena's ass, and found the hot bud of her bunghole wide open. She jammed a finger in, feeling the woman shake and then start to suck even harder in her cunt, her tongue now boring down the winding passage of her channel.
Their bodies were writhing together, rising and falling in lust and heat as they neared their orgasm. Both were moaning loudly, and sucking with all they had.
Peg felt her orgasm coming on, but all at once the woman began to shake and then howled loudly. She stopped working on Peg's cunt and held on tight, and Peg licked harder than ever into her snatch and thrust her finger in and out of the woman's hot, tight asshole.
"I'm coming!" shouted the woman. "Don't stop, please!"
Peg thrust in and out and felt a sudden burst of cream within the woman's snatch. She sucked the juices out greedily, drinking in her love juice and licking out with her tongue.
The girl was shaking herself as she felt the woman in a powerful orgasm. Their bodies were tightly pressed together, flush skin against skin, and the room was filled with the sound of Peg's mouth loudly sucking out the woman's cunt, and the woman's loud, passionate moans.
By the time she had crested, Peg was hotter than ever. But the woman had finished. Peg feared she would forget about her heat, having satisfied her own.
But the woman rose from the bed and smiled down at her, smiling.
"I will please you now," she said.
Peg watched her go to a table and pull out a long, wide dildo. It was as large as any cock the girl had even seen.
She started to strap it on.
"Can't you do it the other way?" asked Peg. "It felt so nice."
"This will be even better," said Lena. "Wait and see, you'll like it." The hot woman came to the bed and dropped down. By the time she mounted Peg, the girl was almost screaming with lust, her tits quivering madly on her chest and her legs opening and closing in lust.
She reached out to embrace the woman's hot, soft body as she climbed on top of Peg. She pulled her down and felt the tip of the rod probing at the entrance to her snatch.
"Hurry," she moaned. "Please, put it in all the way."
The woman came down with all her weight on Peg's body, then inserted the tip of the dildo in her snatch and pumped with her wide, dark hips.
"Oh, shit, it's in!" howled Peg.
The woman thrust hard and the long thick took slipped between the door of her cunt, through the wet lips, over the clit in her anteroom, and into the deep, dark chamber of her love, reaching far in to tickle the holy of holies.
"Oh, shit, that's great," gasped the girl. Fuck me."
The woman pulled back slowly, pulling the hard tool along the walls of her canal, until the wide, bulging head was left between her cunt lips, pushing them apart and caressing her clit.
Then she thrust back in, and the whole staff bore right in, straight and true, into the hot depths of Peg's cunt. The girl had her legs spread as wide as she could, feeling her cunt lips parted by the pole and her channel suddenly filled again to the brim with the hard, long pipe.
The woman's flesh was hot against hers, and as the pole was buried to the root, their bushes caressed. Peg gasped when she felt the woman's hot, moist hair against her own, her body pressing down hard on Peg's quivering, eager body.
She started to pump regularly now, pulling the pole out and then ramming it in again, and the woman was staring into Peg's face as the girl rose toward her climax.
"I can tell you like it," said Lena. "I can tell by your face."
"I can tell by my cunt," crooned Peg. "Oh, it's so wet."
"Your face tells me that you are lost in the delights of the sacred rod."
"I don't know if it's sacred," shrieked the girl, "but it's hard as hell."
The woman began to thrust harder and faster now as the girl rose quickly toward her orgasm. Peg molded the loose, smooth flesh of Lena's buttocks, then ran her fingers along the hot slice of her ass.
Lena's tits were warm as they were pressed against Peg's; Peg's rising chest pushed the woman up, and the woman began to rock more violently as Peg began to thrust her hips up hard at the downcoming pole.
"I feel it coming on!" moaned Peg. "Faster, please make it go faster!"
The woman now bounded hard into the girl's flesh, the loud clap of their naked flesh filling the room and mingling with the wet slosh of the hard pole in her cunt, and the steady moaning of the girl as she soared towards a powerful orgasm.
"Here it is!" she screamed.
The woman pulled back and thrust in with lightning speed, and her cunt was suddenly bursting open with hot cream pouring over the hard staff as it bore into her pussy straight and true.
Peg entered her orgasm with a yelp, and bounded her hips up harder than ever at the woman's body. She almost fainted with delight as her cunt creamed, continually filled to the brim by the pole which was caressing every inch of her long, winding tube.
By the time the girl had finished her climax, the woman was just starting to slow her movement. Both were now very satisfied.
"You were right," said the girl. "That was really great."
"Just as I have said," Lena smiled. "I knew you would like it, all the girls like it."
"It sure beats hanging around with Swami," said the girl.
"I almost forgot," said Lena, "I have to go find out what he's doing."
She pulled the pole out of the girl's cunt and stood up on the bed.
"Perhaps we can get together again soon," she smiled.
She pulled on her sari and stepped into her sandals, hurrying. Peg threw the robe around her body and followed her as she ran out of the room.
They flew down the hall and came to the door behind which the guru and May were at work.
"Don't say a word again," said the woman. "He won't harm you."
She swung the door open and ran in, and Peg followed. But the girl stopped as soon as she had entered the room, aghast.
The man was kneeling over May, who was nude, brandishing a knife.
"No," screamed Lena. "Don't do that!"
The man put the knife in his teeth. He was still wearing his robes, but the girl noticed a wide pool of gism on the girl's thighs and belly. The man had surely fucked her.
Swami was staring down at the girl, as if he had not heard Lena scream. May was unconscious. Peg shuddered to think what he could have done to her to punish her for her insults. She felt somewhat guilty for having such a good time while the girl suffered.
Her body was marked, and her wrists were tied with metal rings. Her ankles were bound together and held her legs closed, and to the floor.
The man glared down at her, then lashed down with his fist, smacking the girl hard across the jaw.
"No, Swami, she is already unconscious," said Lena, fearing that the man would harm the girl seriously.
"Get away!" screamed Swami. "Don't come near me."
He stood up and began to kick the girl in the head, his bare feet slamming into her chest and then her chin. The girl was long gone.
Peg hid in the corner, shivering with fright. What if the man decided that she too needed punishment. Worse yet, what if he found out that she had made love with his assistant. Surely that would be the end of them both.
The man was still kicking the girl. Nearby, the snake curled around a ball attached to the top of a metal statue, like a hand circled by vines.
The woman could not take it any longer. She ran at the guru and pulled him away from the girl.
"What are you doing?" screamed the man. "What is this, get away from me!"
The horny woman dragged him back as he still tried to kick out at the naked girl on the floor.
"Stop it!" screamed the woman.
"Get away," howled the guru.
"She is not learning," said the woman, changing her tactic but not releasing the man. "She is not learning how to endure pain."
"She is," screamed the man. "I am teaching her. Let me go, I must show her."
"But she is unconscious," said Lena. "She cannot feel the pain. You said yourself that pain that is not felt is not pain at all."
The man seemed to calm down all of a sudden. He stopped struggling with the woman, and Lena let his arms go.
"You're right," he said, completely dazed now. "She cannot feel the pain any longer."
"She is hurt," said Lena. "Let me take her away."
"Do you think so?" asked the guru.
"Yes, Great One, let me take her away."
"Then take her," he said.
Peg watched the woman throw the bucket of water on May, but the girl did not stir. Perhaps she really is seriously hurt, thought Peg.
The man paced back and forth, then ran out of the room, screaming.
"I'll teach them all," he howled. "I'll show them what it's like!"
The woman and Peg were relieved to see the man leave the room. But May was still out.
"You had better leave," said Lena.
"But you'll need help with her," said Peg. "She's hurt, isn't she?"
"It doesn't matter," said Lena. "If the guru finds you here he might hurt you, too."
"But he's gone," she said.
"He may come back," Lena replied. "He's raving now, we can't predict what he'll do."
"But I want to see if she's all right," said Peg.
"Don't worry about it," said the woman. "I will take care of her and come to you tonight to let you know how she is. But hurry, he may return at any minute."
"I'll be in my room," Peg said. "Don't keep me waiting, please Lena."
"I'll see you tonight," said Lena, bending over the injured girl and starting to untie her.
Peg ran down the hall, dreading a possible meeting with the guru. She thought that if she were to run into him in the corridor she would pass right out.
She hurried to the room, and slammed the door. But it would not lock from the outside. She wished again that she had a window.
Peg pulled the bed in front of the door to block it. She would pull it away for Lena alone. Of course, she knew that the woman could trick her, if she wanted to. But she decided that she would have to trust her. It was the only way out now.
She jumped on the bed, burying the pile of books underneath so that she would not have to look at them. Then she lay down, waiting. I'm safe now, she thought.
CHAPTER FIVE
The long line of girls were all bowing to the man in the long robes. Through a shroud of mist Peg could barely see the throne at the front of the huge ball. It appeared as if the whole room was built on clouds.
She was in a stream that was slowly making its way up towards the throne. All the girls were shouting loudly at the throne, and craning their necks to see the man with the robes.
Peg got nearer. She was nude. She noticed for the first time that all the girls were nude. But no one around her paid her any attention. They were all making their way towards the front, and watching the activity on the throne.
The man was standing up, hands apart and raised over the crowd. He apparently was mumbling. Peg saw a girl reach the throne, and then the man picked her up and threw her aside, standing back up with his hands raised and his head down at the bowing girls.
Peg ran at the throne in front, through the crowd of girls. She heard herself screaming, and the screams of the other girls. She felt her tits shaking on her chest, her thighs quivering as she ran.
She was nearing the throne. The man stood there, then reached down for another girl and threw her aside. But Peg ran hard, and was almost close enough now to see his face.
Around the man, behind the throne, sat a group of shrouded figures. They had their heads lowered and it was impossible to see if they were men or women. They all sat in the lotus position, as if they were meditating. From time to time, though, they perked their heads up, all at the same time, and looked at the large man in the robe standing in front. Then they bowed again.
A girl was right in front of the man, bowing in homage. Peg ran, screaming at the top of her lungs, and felt herself stepping over other girls that had fallen on the way to the throne.
She was near now, and the man had his head down, staring at a girl at his feet. Peg suddenly felt ashamed of her nudity, and stopped running right before the stage.
The man looked up all at once and stared right into her face. She shrieked. It was Swami, in his robes, his beard thick and his hair flowing. He was glaring at her, with an evil smile on his face.
Peg woke up screaming. There was a knock on the door. Her heart beat like mad, and she sat up suddenly, shaking all over. Was it Swami at her door?
"Open up," shouted a woman's voice. "It's me, it's Lena. Open up."
A wave of relief passed through her body. But was it a trick? Was the guru with her?
"Are you alone?" Peg asked, shouting through the door.
"Yes, hurry please," said the voice.
She pulled back the bed slightly and peeked through a narrow opening in the door. It was Lena, and she was alone. Peg opened the door further and the woman stepped in, closing the door behind her.
"I have to talk to you," said Lena. The woman was trembling, and her voice was shaky.
"What is it?" said Peg, sitting on the bed. "You frightened me. I was just having a bad dream."
"I took care of May," said the woman. "But she is hurt. I think she should go to a doctor.
But the guru won't let her out of the retreat."
"Have you spoken with him?" asked the girl.
"Yes," said Lena. "But he is far gone. I don't believe he can think straight any more. I don't know what to do."
Peg thought for a moment that the woman was about to break down. The strain of the past few days was written clearly on her face.
"How bad is she?" asked Peg.
"I can't be sure," said the woman. "But she is conscious now. She complains of headaches and nausea."
"Then she must have a concussion," said Peg.
"Yes, but there's more than that," said the woman. "She is terrified. I fear that if the guru comes to her again she will go mad."
"We must do something."
"That's what I'm here to talk to you about," said Lena. "You must escape and bring help."
"Sure, if I could I'd be gone now."
"There might be a way," said Lena. "There's a window in the guru's quarters. If we can sneak down there and I can get him out, I think you can slip out of the window."
"That sounds easy," said the girl.
"But there's more," said Lena. "After you get out the window, you'll have to jump down off the roof. But there's a moat below, right under his window. There's no way around it."
"I don't care what happens," said Peg.
"But ... but you only ... have your robe," said the woman. "It'll get soaked, and you'll catch a cold in the night air. I've got something for you to wear."
"What is it?" asked the girl. "A bathing suit?"
"No, that would be too cold," said Lena. "You can wear the guru's wet suit. I can bring it up right now. Do you still want to do it?"
"Sure," said Peg. "I know what troubles I'll have getting into town, but I can't stay here another minute."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
The woman left, and Peg pushed the bed in front of the door again. She was not going to take any chances with the guru on the loose.
By the time the woman came back and Peg reopened the door, she was dying to leave. She was so close now, but still so far. They would still have to get past Swami and outside.
"Put it on," said Lena. "It won't be comfortable, but it will keep you dry and warm."
"I can just imagine what the townspeople will say when I come running into town in this thing," said Peg, smiling. "They'll lock me up."
"You must tell them to hurry up here," said Lena. "Tell them that we have a girl that is very sick, and tell them to bring the police. The guru is mad."
"What are you going to do?"
"I have found the deed to the house," said the woman. "I can convince the guru to change it. In fact, he already has signed the new copy. All I have to do now is write in a few details, giving me the house if anything should happen to him. Of course, I'll include mental breakdown in the list of things."
"Then you'll be able to stay?"
"Yes, if I own the house I can stay," said the woman. "I'd like to set up a real retreat here for people that want to study the culture. I don't know that much, and couldn't teach like a guru, but we can all learn together."
Peg had pulled the tight rubber suit on her body. The legs were tight around her thighs and calves, and the bottom piece attached by snaps to the top piece, which, strangely enough, had two holes cut into the tits.
"Why the holes?" asked Peg.
"The guru put them there," said Lena. "He cut them out so that I could swim with my breasts hanging out. He said it was good for the circulation, but I knew all along why he wanted them cut."
"It's going to be pretty cold with them," said Peg. "But I'll manage. Boy this suit is tight."
She pulled on a rubber cap that clung to her head and covered all of her hair. There was a rubber strip that could be pulled in front of her mouth.
"When you dive, put that in front of your mouth," said Lena. "Otherwise you'll get a mouthful of the water, and it's not very clean."
"That's about it," said Peg, looking down at her body, which was now covered in black rubber. "I feel like a fish."
"You look like one too," smiled Lena. "Come, we can try to sneak down there now."
They walked quietly down the hall and towards the guru's room. They would have to pass through the dungeon-like room where the man had tortured Peg the first time on the bed of nails. But with Lena, Peg felt safe. She could talk the man out of harming her.
"Be quiet," said Lena. "Well sneak through this room and into his quarters. The window is in the meditation room. I hope he is in the bedroom sleeping."
The woman opened the door and peered into the room.
"He's not here," she whispered. "Careful."
They stepped into the room, and suddenly Peg saw a flash of motion behind the open door. A fist slashed out and cracked into Lena's face, knocking her to the ground.
Peg howled in fright at the top of her lungs, caught by complete surprise. The woman was unconscious. Peg looked up and saw Swami standing over her.
"That's the end of her plots," he said. "She turned against me."
"No, she didn't," said Peg.
"You're lying," said the man. "The culture does not permit lying."
"But, please, Great One, you've made a mistake, she was going to see how you were," cried Peg, trembling all over with fear. She knew she had little chance, but had to do some quick talking.
"No, she wasn't," he said. "Why are you wearing the wet suit?"
Peg was speechless.
"She was going to let you get away, wasn't she?" the man said. "I'll fix her, and I'll fix you."
He ran to a corner and grabbed a whip. Peg shrieked loudly when the man cracked it in the air, the leather slashing across the room like an evil snap.
"No, Swami, don't do it!" she cried out.
He ran at her. "You dare to try to fool me?" he shouted. "Don't you know I know everything that goes on here. You can't escape, you can never escape unless I want you to. And I don't want you to."
He started to laugh hysterically. Shit, thought Peg, I'm alone in the room with a madman, and he has a whip in his hand. She looked down and saw that Lena was out cold from the stunning blow to the jaw.
Peg backed up against the stone wall as the man came at her, circling her like a trapped animal. The whip was poised in his hand.
"You haven't got a chance," he said.
"Please, Great One," she said, "don't hurt me. I haven't done anything."
"You tried to escape," he laughed.
"But you can't just inflict pain on me for no reason," she said, trying another tack, "It won't teach me anything."
"No matter," he said. "If you had learned your lesson when I tried to teach you, the pain would not bother you now. It's your fault."
The man was nearing her. She knew she only had a few seconds.
"Please, I'll do anything," she said. "I'll tell you what Lena was going to do."
Of course, the girl had no intention of telling the truth. But she knew if she didn't talk fast she would feel the lash of the long, black whip.
"You'll pay for this!" he said.
"Please, I'll tell you everything!" she howled.
The man reeled back and lashed out, and Peg could see the blur of the whip slicing through the air as it flashed towards her. Suddenly she felt a blow on the chest, right on the open holes of her tits, and it felt as hard as if someone had punched her in the chest.
The blow knocked her back. A second later, she felt the hot sting of the leather in her flesh, and howled loudly in agony.
"No more!"
The man lashed again, and she threw her hands up in the air, back against the wall. She saw the whip lying loose at the man's feet after he struck, the pain shooting through her whole body like a toothache. She noticed for the first time that the whip was knotted, and not that long. Perhaps he had another, even longer one.
The man reeled back and lashed again, and this time she threw her hands up to catch the blow on the wrists. But the whip sliced through the hands and struck her on the face. She felt the sting on her bare cheeks, and the force of the blow pushing her backwards, and screamed madly.
"Oh, shit, I can't take it any longer," she moaned. "Please, leave me alone."
The man was furious with insane rage. He lashed again and again, and Peg felt her body being knocked down along the wall. When the whip struck the rubber, the sting shot through her whole body, the suit scraped by the blow against her skin. When the man found his mark, however, and the whip lashed across her tits or face, the sting made her almost faint with pain.
"No more!" she cried, realizing it was useless to argue. But she had to scream to let out the terror and pain within her.
The man lashed her until she was on the ground, then stood over her lashing again and again. Peg felt very faint. She looked up for a moment and saw the man reeling back for another blow. Her face was exposed. She tried to turn her head, but her neck was tight. She could not move.
The man raised the whip above his head. She screamed loudly in fear as she saw the whip hanging over her head, and tried again to turn her face away. But her neck was numb and she could not move it.
The whip came down, and she closed her eyes to brace herself for the blow. The last thing she saw was the blur of the whip, and then felt the pain of the lash slicing right across her face. She blacked out.
Again, she saw a man in robes on a throne. This time she was alone with him. She was naked, and he was stripping off his robes. Peg screamed, and tried to run away from the throne, but she felt that she was not moving.
The man started to run at her, throwing aside his robes. On his crotch, in place of a cock, was a long snake, the same kind that Peg had seen the man use to torture May.
She awoke, and tried to bolt upright. But she saw that she had been tied. Her arms were tied to a long pole, apart, and her feet were spread wide, tied to another pole. Then she realized that she was nude from the waist down.
At first she thought that she might might have still been dreaming. But then she saw the guru, still clothed, standing over her laughing.-She saw the bottom piece of the wet suit lying on the floor nearby. The man must have stripped it off when I was out, she thought, then tied me to the poles. But why?
"Now you won't be able to run away," he said. "Try to move now."
The girl tried, but again she felt the ropes tight around her wrists and ankles. She wanted to close her legs but the pole held them apart.
"Please, untie me," she moaned. "Don't hurt me."
The thoughts of May's torture ran through her head. Now it's me that's here, she thought. Now it's me that has to endure.
"You've been here long enough," the man said. "It's time for you to be initiated."
"Oh, no," groaned the girl, not knowing what he meant but suspecting the worst.
"Yes, but it isn't a punishment," said Sami. "In fact, some of the disciples consider it a great honor. I'm sure you will too."
He started to take off his robe, and the girl shrieked madly.
"No, no, not that," she howled. "You can't do it, please, let me go!"
But the guru continued to strip. He kicked off his sandals and ripped off his rope to reveal his cock. It was not a snake, but a stiff erection. She screamed in terror and struggled to free herself.
"Don't bother," he laughed. "You can never get out. You're helpless. You can't move, and you can't close your legs. All you can do is scream, and I don't care if you do or not. Go ahead, it won't do you any good."
She was lying on her back and looked down to see her bush, fully exposed, her cunt lips pried open by the angle of her legs.
The man held his stiff tool in his hand.
"This will initiate you," he said. "This is the sacred rod of the guru."
"That's your cock," she groaned. "Don't give me that shit. I know what you want."
"And I'm going to get it too," he said.
Peg was screaming. There was no way out. She tried to look around the room to see if she could find Lena, but the woman was not at the spot she had fallen. Perhaps he's done something to her, she thought.
The man reached down and picked her up, turning her on her belly. Now her ass faced the man, but her cunt was buried under her body.
The man knelt behind her and began to run his hands along the smooth flesh of her thighs.
"Don't touch me," she shrieked. "I've got the clap, I swear it."
"You do?" he said. "You're lying."
"Go ahead and find out," said Peg.
The man stopped caressing her, then resumed.
"I warned you," she said.
"I won't catch it where I'm going to fuck you," he said.
"Oh no!" she screamed.
He ran his hands along her thighs again, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. Her ass cheeks quivered like mercury, as he brushed her buttocks. He slipped his hand along the insides of her things, feeling the heat nearing her crotch.
She moaned in terror as he slipped his hand along the hot slice of her ass, then fingered her delicate pink bud at the entrance to her bunghole. The man was trembling in anticipation as he saw her ass quivering, her slit wide open. His cock pulsed madly out from his crotch, his balls taut underneath.
He ran his hands all along her thighs now, then bent down and planted a kiss on her buttocks.
"You're so warm," he muttered.
"Get away!" She screamed.
The man licked along her legs, his tongue swirling around her thighs and then down along her calves, then around her ankles and back up along her calves.
He caressed the back of her knees, then moved his tongue over the back of her soft thighs and right up over the soft mounds of her ass.
"Get away!" she groaned.
He parted her ass cheeks and she screamed when she felt the wet tongue slapping into the hot slice. He licked all along her crack, from the top near the small of her back to the bottom near the heat of her bush. When he reached one end, he started back for the other.
He spread her cheeks as wide as he could and licked into her bunghole, twirling his tongue around and sending bolts of disgust through Peg's body. She wished she was unconscious so that she would not have to endure it. But knowing the man she figured he would douse her if she went out.
He shot his tongue deep into her asshole, sucking hard and then licking back along the hot slice. The jaws of her bunghole were still tight, as she kept her buttocks tensed up all the while.
"Open up!" he barked.
"No, never," she replied.
He bit into her buttocks, gripping a wad of her warm flesh between his teeth and tearing into her flesh. She screamed madly as he still tried to pull her cheeks apart.
"Open up!" he shouted.
"No, stop it!" she screamed.
"I'll bite it right off!"
She tried to hold out, but it was no use. She could feel the points of his teeth tearing into her flesh, and feared he would draw blood. She relaxed the muscles in her ass and he immediately shot his finger between her tight jaws.
"Oh, shit!" she groaned, "don't do that, please!"
The man twirled the finger around and thrust it in and out. Then he bent down again and shot his tongue into her now wider asshole, licking out the hot, sticky juices of her rear love.
He worked his finger in and out and licked at the same time now, and the girl shook with disgust and terror. The man is surely out of his mind, she thought. In a way she wished she had never lied to him about having the clap, but it was too late.
The man pulled his finger out and mounted her, and she moaned as the full weight of his body came down on hers. She felt the man's warm, sweaty flesh against hers, and then his hot tool probing at the entrance to her asshole.
"Oh, no," she screamed, "not that, please. I don't have the clap, I swear it."
"I told you, you can scream all you want, I don't care," he said.
She tightened up her buttocks again as she felt the man's hot tool at her rear door. But the man bit into her neck so hard she shook with pain and screamed loudly, and then relaxed the tension around her ass.
The man inserted the rod between her tight jaws and felt the heat of her asshole already. His bush was against her buttocks, and he could feel the softness of the cheeks, like two round pillows, and the heat of her flesh against his. His balls dangled between their legs.
He pushed hard, but the jaws were too tight. Again, but still too tight.
"Open up!" he screamed.
"I am open," she cried. "But it won't work. I'm too tight. Please, you'll hurt me."
The man pumped again, and this time he felt the tip of his member slip part of the way into her bunghole. But only the head remained between her jaws. The rest of his hot, throbbing tool was outside her body, longing to get in.
He pumped once more, and the tip slipped another inch into her body. She tightened up immediately as she felt the hard pole entering her body, but the wide cock was already in far enough to hold her folds open.
"Oh, you're so warm," he moaned.
He tried to pump again, but the channel was very tight. He could hardly wait to get in, since he knew that the pole would be tightly surrounded by the hot canal. He could almost feel it already, even though only his butt and a small piece of his shaft were imbedded in her bunghole so far.
"Open up, right now!" he screamed.
The girl did not move. It was useless.. She could hardly breathe with the weight of the man on her back, and could feel the heat of the pole already in her bunghole. She cried bitterly as she braced herself for the final lunge.
The man pulled the staff out part of the way and then rammed hard with his hips. At last the pipe slipped through her jaws and bore hard and deep into her anus.
"Oh, it's so tight," he squealed.
The girl suddenly felt her asshole filled with his heat, her channel completely filled up as if she had to go to the bathroom very bad. But the cock was a lot hotter than anything else that had ever passed along the channel of her bunghole.
He pulled back and them pumped again, and this time the rod bore all the way into her body. His balls slapped into her ass, and his bush was flush against her buttocks as his cock bore in hard.
She screamed when she felt the hot tip of his cock deep inside her body, as if it were in her stomach.
"You're hurting me," she moaned.
The man was lost in the delights of her tight asshole. He did not pump yet, choosing to let his cock lie in her channel and to feel the heat of her walls around his cock. Deep inside her body he felt the incredible heat of her asshole around the very tip of his tool.
The man pulled back slowly, feeling the friction of her canal walls along every inch of his tool, and stopped when his head alone was left between her tight jaws. She felt the cock rubbing painfully along her channel, then the channel closing up slightly as the rod was pulled out. But the jaws were still held open by his cockhead.
He rammed in hard and his pelvis slapped into her ass with a loud clap. His cock bore right in again, and her channel opened up painfully as the rod bore to the farthest reaches of her bunghole.
"I don't believe how tight you are," he sighed.
He pulled back again and rammed again, then started to bugger her in a steady motion, his cock ripping along the tight walls of her gorge and spreading them apart as he thrust in with his powerful hips.
She could hardly stand the pain. Her ass was too tight for his thick tool, but he was ramming it with gusto. She knew he would not stop until her asshole was filled to the brim with his hot gism.
He started to increase his speed, pumping hard and twisting the cock around slightly inside her body.
"Oh, don't do that!" she cried out. "You're killing me, please stop!"
The man did not even hear her. He was completely lost now in the hot delights of her asshole, and rammed the pole in and out with great force, making her body shake with the vibration of the cock in her ass.
His skin slapped into hers loudly. Then he heard the wet slosh of his cock through her channel as her ass started to moisten. He started to pump even faster.
The girl thought she was going to faint. Every time the man pulled out almost fully, she felt the relief of her channel closing again. But a split second later, she gasped in pain as the rod bore in again and split the canal wide open, the tip boring to the depths of her rectum.
His balls were swinging against her flesh, and she could feel them bounding into her ass. The man's bush was coarse and scratched her tender buttocks at the end of each of his powerful thrusts.
He started to pull the rod back further with each thrust, adeptly stopping just as the rim of his cockhead reached the tight outer lips of her bunghole, then pushing hard and driving the stake back into her gaping wound.
"Shit, I can't take it another minute!" she yelped.
"I'm coming soon," he murmured. "Oh, I don't ever want to come. You're so hot, and now you're so wet, and, oh my, so tight."
She was almost retching as she felt his hot breath on her neck, and his sweaty skin against hers as his body slammed down onto hers with each thrust. She wished he would come quickly so that she could get the torment over with.
The man felt the gism soaring towards his cock, as the loose skin of his stiff member slashed along the insides of her asshole, the hot tip reaching deep and the base caressing her bud at the end of each stroke.
"Here it comes!" he screamed, insanely.
The girl had to tense every muscle in her body to withstand the pain, but in doing so tightened her bunghole even more. The man's rod sliced through her asshole brutally and made her howl in agony with each thrust.
The man's cock was beginning to tense up with gism as he slammed it in and out with all the speed he could muster. He knew he would explode in the tight confines of her ass in a matter of moments, and then the gism would surround his cock in her tight ravine.
He pulled back and gasped, then howled at the top of his lungs as his cock was bloated with gism in her body. He felt the tight channel wrapped like a glove around his cock, then the gism bursting out into his head as he drove one last time into her heat.
The rod erupted in the first spurt, and the second followed close on its heels. By the third spurt, his cock was swimming in his fluids and the sound of the cock boring in and out was loud and wet.
He emptied his balls into her asshole in a great many spurts, filling it immediately. She gasped for air as the weight of his body bore down harder.
"Oh, I can't breathe," she gasped.
The man was still stroking, his long fat tool boring into her anus, greased by the juices of his own balls. The man's hot breath blew over her neck, and she again wanted to retch in disgust.
"Get off," she grunted.
But the man was still pumping. He could not bear the thought of slipping his tool out of her tight, oiled asshole. His balls came to rest on the softness of her ass, and she could not breathe at all.
The man finally pulled back with his hips and slipped the tool out of her asshole. The girl gasped in relief as she felt her channel tighten up again, the rod pulled out. When the head of his tool slipped out of her bud, the whole canal tightened again, and she sighed loudly.
"That was very nice," he said. "I feel you are now almost initiated."
"Almost?" she said.
The man stood up and started to dress again. The girl was still shaking from the pain of the bugger and the fear of what would happen to her next. She longed to get away from the man, but alone she had no chance.
She would be no match for the man, who was tall and strong.
She could do nothing but endure, she thought. This realization made her shudder, for she realized how hopeless the situation really was.
"Please," she begged, "let me go. I can't take anything else."
The man bent over, after he had pulled her rope back on, and untied her feet. A wave of relief flashed through the girl's body when she thought she was going to be released at last.
But the man was grinning, and a low, grunting laughter rose from his chest. No, she said to herself, he's not finished with me yet.
The man pulled the ropes from her ankles, and Peg was able to move her legs at last. The sensation felt very good, and the blood started to flow again through her legs.
But the man gripped the ankles again and pulled them together, and then fastened her feet to the bar again with the ropes, this time tightly pressed together. Her legs were closed, but her thighs and calves were still bare. And, worse yet, her legs were bound tightly to the pole and could not be moved at all.
"Now what are you going to do to me?" she whined. "Haven't you done enough?"
"I'm doing to finish the initiation," he replied. "That was only part of it."
What could he do now, she wondered. She was sure he couldn't stick his cock in her asshole or her cunt now that her legs were closed.
The man stared down at the girl's ass. It was so round, so warm, so soft, he almost wanted to stick his cock back into her body and fuck her again. But he knew he would not be able to raise a hard-on just yet, since his balls had been drained completely.
But there will be time enough for that, he thought. She is going to be here for as long as I want her. Yes, she will be mine whenever I want.
He raised his hand as the girl lay on her belly, bracing herself for whatever the man had in mind now. She could not see him, but knew he was up to something.
The man swung down hard and his open hand slapped into the mounds of her ass, shaking the buttocks and leaving a red mark.
"Oh, that hurts!" she screamed, as the hand slapped into her tender flesh. "No more, please."
The man started to spank her again and again, and she screamed each time the palm stung her ass. The man was swinging high and coming down hard, and the blows sent bolts of pain through her ass and on through her whole body.
"Stop it!" she moaned between slaps.
But the man was not going to stop until he had satisfied his cruel lust. He swung down again and again and left her ass red and stinging as she screamed in agony.
"I've got an idea now," said the man. "How would you like a bath?"
"No, I don't want one," she replied. She knew that if the man thought of it, it would mean some kind of agony for her. She was not curious.
"Well, you've already got the wet suit on, right?" he laughed. "I think I should give you a bath."
He picked her up by lifting the rod and holding one of the poles in each hand. She felt herself lifted right off the ground and moving in the air as the man carried her from the room and into the next, through a curtain.
"Put me down!" she pleaded. "What are you going to do to me now?"
"You'll find out," he replied. "You had the nerve to put on my wet suit and try to escape. Well, now you're going to pay for it. I'm going to put that wet suit to good use. I'm sure you need a bath."
"No, please, let me go, I don't feel well," she moaned. "I'm dizzy, and I feel like I'm going to vomit."
"That's all right," said the guru. "Then you'll really need a bath."
He carried her down a narrow hall and into another room. She was just about to lift her head as best she could to see the room when the man started to swing her around by the rods. The room swung across her eyes.
"You said you were dizzy," he laughed. "Now we'll see just how dizzy you can really get. I'm sure you'll like this little trick."
The man swung her very fast through the air, and she felt her stomach tightening up and then felt a sudden nausea come over her. The room flashed in front of her eyes so quickly that she could not even keep them open.
"Oh, stop, stop!" she wailed.
"Having fun?" he laughed.
He swung her around until he too was dizzy, then dropped her suddenly to the ground. The rods fell and she fell with them, and her body cracked into the stone floor.
She was so jolted by the fall she thought she was going to pass out. Her stomach was in her mouth, and she retched and gagged. She could not open her eyes, and her head was spinning madly.
But as she tried to regain her balance and sight, she felt herself lifted again and moving through the air.
"Put me down," she wept, "I can't see. I feel so sick, oh, let me go!"
"Time for a bath," he said.
She realized why the man had brought her into his room. There was most likely a bath, or a pool of some kind. But she still couldn't open her eyes to see.
The man carried her over to a large pool of water that he used to bathe in. It was about five by five square, and four feet deep.
He raised the bars over the water and twisted them so that her head was downward, and her feet sticking into the air.
He held her now by only the rear bar, the one to which her feet were tied. He laughed as he saw her head near the water, and knew she had not opened her eyes yet. She was in for quite a surprise, he thought.
The girl was just about to open her eyes when she felt herself being lowered quickly. A second later she felt water on the top of her head and then her whole head submerge in water.
She tried to scream, but water flooded her mouth as the man continued to lower her. The water was ice cold, and the man lowered her until her head struck the bottom. Her head, neck, chest, belly, and cunt were in the water, her thighs stucking out as the man held them.
The guru laughed as he saw bubbles rising from the water. He knew that she was terrified, that she didn't know if he would let her up at all. Perhaps I won't, the crazed man thought. This is fun.
Peg's heart was racing as she felt the water filling her mouth and nostrils, the cold liquid around her snatch and under the loose bottom of the wet suit. She was shivering, but was more concerned with her breath. She feared the man was killing her.
What a way to go, she thought. I can't do anything. But she could not think either. She twisted her head around madly, but there was nowhere to go.
The man raised her and she gasped loudly for air as soon as her mouth was raised above the water. She gasped once, then again, but the man dipped her again and her head broke the surface of the water and plunged in.
Once more the water filled her nostrils. She had had just enough time to suck in two breaths, and her lungs were again empty as she was dipped. Her heart beat like mad as she fought to breath.
The man saw the bubbles rising from the bottom and breaking on the top of the water once more. He had to laugh to think of the agony she was going through. He remembered being submerged for two full minutes while studying once, by a guru who wanted to teach him that he could breathe under water if he tried. I suffered so much then, he thought. She should be made to suffer. Otherwise she will never be fully initiated into the culture.
The man raised her again, and then dipped her just after she sucked in one long breath. Now her lungs were so empty they were beginning to hurt, and she felt herself trembling all over. She didn't know if it was from the cold water, or from the fear she felt in every nerve of her body, a fear that made her nauseous, a fear that made her shake, a fear that left her drained of all strength, the fear that she was about to die.
But the guru raised the rod again and lifted her out of the water. This time he let her catch her breath, but still held her above the water.
"How do you like your bath?" he laughed. The girl, of course, could not answer. She was taking in air with long breaths, fighting to regain her breathing. Her face was blue and her body white, her cunt hairs wet and stuck flat to her crotch.
The man laughed in her face, dangling her above the water again.
"I said did you like your bath?" he repeated.
"Please, no more," she barely got out.
"I want to hear you say that you believe I have done great work for you," he said.
The girl could not answer, having used up all her available air on the last outburst.
"Let me hear you say it," he repeated. "Let me hear you say that you worship me and will do anything I say. Let me hear you NOW!"
"No, never," she moaned, "I won't do it."
The man dipped her in again, and she was about to scream when her mouth filled with water and she was again plummeted to the bottom of the pool. This time her head struck the bottom of the pool hard.
The man raised her again, and she fought for air a moment. Then he slammed her down again, her head striking the bottom of the pool even harder.
He raised and slammed her down again time and time again, as if she was a yo-yo. Each time her head struck the bottom of the pool very hard. She was almost unconscious from the impact and from the lack of breath.
"Please," she blurted out as she was raised once, "I'll say it."
The man dipped her in again, and the girl hit the bottom of the pool again. He raised her and left her above the water.
"Say it right now or you go in again," he barked.
"I worship you," she gasped with all the air she had in her lungs. "Please, no more."
Her hair was wet, the water having leaked around the tight cap of the wet suit. She felt her gut filled with water, and remembered the words of Lena, that the water around the retreat was dirty. She wanted to rest.
"Say more," he said, threatening to lower her again.
"Oh, I'll do anything you want," she gasped. "I adore you, I worship you." She paused to regain her breath. "I will do anything you want."
"That's what I want to hear," he said. "I knew you would believe me in time. I knew you would realize that the way of the culture is the best way, and that the way is my way, the way of pain."
Peg felt faint again. She was still fighting for her breath. She heard his words as if they were coming from a great distance.
"I am the one to show you the way," he went on. "I am the Great One, the Swami Bar Samida. I am the guru, and you are my loyal and devoted servant."
"Yes, yes," she muttered, feeling a heaviness coming over her eyelids. She felt her head swelling with blood, for the man was still holding her upside down.
"Yes, you are at last in the right," he said. "You are at last a true believer."
His words got fainter and fainter, and then almost faded right out. The girl felt a drowsiness coming over her, then saw her vision go blank. The last thought in her mind before she went out was "I think I'm going to faint."
CHAPTER SIX
Lena had not been taken away by the Guru. He had forgotten all about her after she was knocked out, and in his crazed condition forgot about her even as he beat the girl.
But she had recovered. The blow had stunned her. She had just craned her neck to look around the room when she felt the fist against her jaw, like a lead pipe cracking into her skull. She had immediately gone out, after feeling a short burst of terror in her heart, from the shock of the blow.
But when she came to she lay on the ground without moving. She opened one eye and found herself looking along the ground to the corner, where the Guru was fucking Peg up the ass.
She knew better than to get up. When the Guru had turned his head the other way and continued to bugger the girl, Lena had crawled silently and slowly out the door again, which was only a few feet from where she lay.
Once she was outside the room she got to her feet and ran down the hall. She had no doubt now what to do. She would escape.
There was one other way to the room with the window, but it too led her through the room where the Guru was fucking Peggy. She figured he would leave sooner or later, and she wanted to be ready.
She dressed in regular street clothes that one of the girls had left, and walked tip toe back down the hall to the room. She stood in the doorway as the man swung the girl around by the bars, and watched with relief when he carried her away.
She knew from his conversation that he was going to give her a bath. She knew also that there was only one bath in the whole house, and that room was off the path from the way to the man's room.
As soon as the man had carried her away, the woman had bolted through the room and into the room where the Guru meditated. She found the window opened and flew through it, climbing out on the roof without a moment's delay.
She knew she would have to leap. But she had to do it, she kept telling herself. May needed help, and perhaps Peg would too. There was no telling now what the man would do in this condition. Besides, she was in danger too. He had smelled out her plot, she figured, and would remember her later and come to punish her. She knew she couldn't take one of his sessions.
She crawled out on the roof until she was right over the pool, then dangled from the drainpipe and let herself go. She splashed hard into the pool and quickly sank to the bottom, then rose for air.
She climbed out of the pool. Just as she had feared, it was a cold night on the mountain and the air stung her wet skin. But she had to continue.
She ran off around the house and out to the gate, then climbed the stone wall. She dropped down on the other side and took off down the road.
She was sure that anyone who passed her in a car would stop for her. But she walked on and on without seeing one car. The road that led to the retreat was not used for anything else, and of course, there were no cars going or coming from there at that time of night.
But she hoped she would run into someone. She doubted she could walk the many miles into town.
Finally, after walking down the mountain almost three miles, she reached a fork, where another mountain road joined hers. But it was late by then, and no cars passed on that road either.
She shivered all over. She stopped and sat on a log at the side of the road, and felt her body shaking violently. She knew she was going to be sick after she was finished with her task, but didn't care. At least she would be free of the Guru, and the house would be hers.
She had to walk the entire distance to the town. When she came down the street right through the town, passing the bus terminal, she saw no one on the streets. The town was deserted. She feared she would have to ring someone's bell.
But naturally the bar was still open. She ran in and the men turned their heads in delight to see such a pretty woman entering their bar.
She walked right up to the bar and spoke to the bartender.
"I need help," she said.
"What is it?" he asked. "You're soaking wet."
"I just walked all the way from the retreat," she replied.
"The one on top of the mountain?" one of the other men asked. "What for?"
"You have to send help up there," she said. "The Guru is going mad, and there's a girl up there that is seriously hurt. You must hurry."
"I always thought that guy was crazy," said another man, laughing.
"Please," she cried, "This is serious. Someone's life may be in danger."
"I'll call the troopers right away," said the fat bartender.
He moved his fat body around the bar and edged towards the telephone. Time seemed to stop.
One of the men caught her and lay her on the floor, another covered her with blankets. One of the men ran home and fetched some of hot tea that his wife could make up. It was good for what ailed you.
When she was dressed and seated in the chair, blankets around her still shivering body, the doctor came into look her over and woke her with smelling salts.
She snapped to, and found herself in the chair, with different clothes on.
"You'll be all right," the doctor said. "You just caught a bad cold."
"Don't stay here," the woman said. "You'll be needed on the mountain. There's a girl up there that is seriously hurt."
"I'll go with the troopers when they get here," said the doctor.
"You mean they're not here yet?" she whined.
"Any minute now."
By the time the troopers did arrive, the men in the bar were already up in arms. They wanted to go up to the retreat and burn it to the ground. But the woman objected, since she wanted the house for herself.
"No, there are a lot of girls up there," she protested. "Just get the Guru. He needs help. The girls there are not involved in anything. They've been held captive by the man for a long time."
"Wait till I get my hand on that bastard," said one of the men. "I knew he was up to something when I saw all those girls going up there. None of them ever came down, though."
"We'll show him he can't run wild in our town," said another man.
"Yeah, let's go get them."
"Hold on," said one of the troopers. "We can handle this alone."
"But we want to come along," said the men. "We want to get in on it too."
"Me and Bob can handle it," said the troopers. "He won't be a match for these guns even if he's the chief swami himself."
"But we want to just watch," said the bartender.
"Okay, let's go," the cop said. "You can follow us up there, but stay out of the way."
They questioned Lena as to how to get through the gate, how to get in the house, and where to find the man. They piled out into the cars as one of the women stayed behind to watch Lena, who sat in the chaair with her teeth chattering, relieved of her burden. She knew that within the hour the Guru would get what was coming to him.
At that moment, however, the Guru was laughing madly. He had the girl tied up to a pole in another dungeon room, her rubber wet suit was glistening with the hot oil he had poured on her body.
He was in a mad state.
She was still unconscious. The man had tied her up to the post after putting the suit back on and was about to douse her with water again, this time not by dunking her but by throwing a bucket on her.
He raised the bucket and threw the whole load of water in her face. Peg woke with a scream as the water slapped into her face and tits.
She tried to shake her body, but realized she was tied again, this time to a post.
"Oh, no, no more," she whined. "Aren't you ever satisfied?"
The man laughed madly at her as the water ran down her rubber suit.
"It's a good thing you have that wet suit on," he laughed. "You put it to good use after all."
"Please, Great One," she said, almost too tired to speak. "I can't take it any more. I did everything you told me to. I said you were the greatest. What do you want from me? When are you going to let me go?"
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" he giggled. "Well, I'll tell you how crazy I am. I know all about you and Lena. I know Lena had eyes on you ever since you arrived. I know what you did together. I know she and you were plotting against me to escape."
"That's not true," she said.
"You're lying, and you know it," he said. "But I got even with you, just as I'll get even with her. She won't escape. I can't find her now, but she can't get out of the building. I know that. When I find her she'll suffer like you did, only worse."
Peg was encouraged by the report that Lena had disappeared. Didn't the man know that Lena knew about the window, she wondered. Perhaps she was already on her way to town.
The man picked up a whip and cracked it in the air.
"Oh, no," she cried. "Not again."
"You'll pay for it all," he said. "You'll pay. You'll learn what it is to feel pain like I did."
"Don't you hit me with that whip," she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Don't come near me, you fucking scum-bag, son-of-a-bitch bastard motherfucker. I won't take your fucking shit any more!"
The man laughed in her face.
"You don't have a choice. Try to get free."
She shook madly, trying to loosen the ropes, but it was hopeless. The man had bound her tightly to the post and there was no way out.
The man swung the whip in rage and cracked it right into her face. The gag in her mouth had been knocked off by the water, and the tip of the whip sliced into her lips and sent a bolt of pain through her body. She shrieked as loud as she could in rage and pain.
The pain was too much for her. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. She couldn't believe that the man could be so insane. Here, after all she had gone through, she was still in his grips. The fear that she had when she was caught had been well-grounded, she thought. But she had not expected her torment to go on for so long.
The man swung again and the whip sliced across the front of her suit, but the rubber protected her flesh. Still, the pain was intense, and she shrieked each time the leather cracked in front of her.
"Take it, take it all!" the man howled.
She looked at his face. His beard was soaked in sweat, his eyes glazed, his robes flowing as he swung his hands and cracked the whip. He was a raving maniac, she thought. And I'm under his control.
The thing that made it so hard to bear was that she had come here on her own. She had even looked forward to the retreat. She remembered how she had believed the guru's words even when he told her that she had to endure pain. How stupid could anyone be, she thought. This was the biggest mistake of my life.
She knew that never again would she endure such agony. Surely dying would not be as painful. Nothing that ever happened to her would be as terrible as this.
The man was enjoying her a great deal as he beat her with the whip, slicing across her body and catching her tits with the tip of the whip. The leather stung her so much that tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed between blows of the leather.
"Please stop!" she screamed in desperation.
But the man was enjoying himself. He was getting even with her, and wanted her to feel the pain just as he had, just as he had been forced to endure it when he was learning to be a guru.
"Let me go!" she cried out. "I'll kill you, I swear I will!"
The man stopped whipping her. His beard was cracked by a jagged smile.
"You'll what?" he said.
"Let me go," she repeated. "I'm sick of getting beaten and tied up. Let me go and I'll get even with you."
"We'll see about that," he said. "What do you propose to do to me?"
The girl didn't know what to answer.
"You said you were going to kill me," he smiled. "I should tear the stuffing out of you."
"Fuck you," she hissed.
The man reeled back and then whipped her again for good measure, then walked over. She braced herself for a slap in the face or a punch in the gut, but was surprised to feel the man untying her. Was her ordeal over at last, she wondered. I can't take it any longer.
The man pulled the ropes off her neck, then her waist, then her knees, and the girl was able to step free of the post. She pulled the gag from around her chin and threw it on the ground.
"Can I go now?" she asked.
"No," the man laughed. "You're still my student. I'm going to see just what you are going to do to me now that you're free."
"I don't want to do anything but get out of here."
"But you said you were going to kill me if I let you go," he said. "I don't like idle threats."
The girl was ready to do anything, as long as she could get out. But although she hardly had any strength, she still had the urge to beat the man.
But that would be hopeless. If he fought back, he would surely win. The girl was fragile and light, the man heavy and strong.
"Well, I'll make a deal with you," he laughed. "You can try to hurt me. You can do anything you want with the whip. I'll even lie on the bed of nails for you."
"But don't forget, I can't feel pain. I don't think you can make me feel it, either. But you can try. If you make me feel pain, then I'll let you go. But if you fail, you're really in for it."
"Oh no, I don't want even to try," she said. "I couldn't take another beating."
"You have no choice," he said. "If you don't try, then I'll beat you anyway."
The man was giggling like a madman. The girl stared in his face and again realized that she was dealing with a madman. How did I ever get into this, she wondered.
"Well, what's your decision?" he asked.
The girl wanted to cry. What decision did she really have? She could either be beaten now, or else knock herself out trying to beat the guru and then get beaten anyway. She knew that if the man had endured the bed of nails, he could endure anything she might inflict.
But as she stared in his face a deep hatred welled up inside her. She had the urge to strike out at him, to release her tension and her frustration by beating the man madly. I'll try it, she thought. I'll make it hurt. I'll make him beg for mercy.
"I'll do it," she said.
"You realize of course," he said, "that your task is impossible. No one, and especially not you, can make me feel pain. No, I'm afraid it's no use."
"I'll try it anyway," she said. "I'll make you hurt."
The man laughed, and she felt the hatred in herself so strong she had to clench her teeth.
The man picked up the whip and made a motion to hand it to her, then pulled back and raised it.
"This will get you mad," he joked.
Swami lashed down and caught her by surprise with the whip, and the hot leather bit into her neck, welting it and drawing a thin trickle of blood immediately. The girl winced and screamed, then glared in hatred at the man.
He dropped the whip, and she snatched it up.
"I'll tear the living shit out of you!" she screamed, swinging the whip in the air.
But the man did not even back up as she raised the whip. He stood in a sort of meditation in the center of the room, his eyes glazed. She knew he was waiting for the lash.
She swung down with all the might she had, and the whip sliced down right on target, across his face. The man did not flinch.
"You bastard, I'll make it hurt!" she howled.
She swung again, and the man stood perfectly still in the center of the room. The whip this time struck his shoulder and ripped his robes slightly, but he did not even bat an eye.
"I'll kill you!" she screamed. "I'll make it hurt, so help me!"
She swung again, then again, and the leather ripped over his belly, then down on his chest. But he did not move, nor show any sign of pain.
"Shit, make it hurt!" she howled, as if to the whip.
She raised it again and swung as hard as she could, aiming at his crotch. The first lash missed its mark, slicing over his thighs instead, but the second, and harder lash, bit into his crotch, knocking the man back from the sheer 'orce of the blow, but not from the pain. He still stood perfectly at ease, his legs relaxed, eyes glazed, smiling at her as if to mock her.
She threw the whip down in rage.
"You fucking scumbag son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled in his bearded face.
The man broke his trance and smiled at her.
"I told you, you were wasting your time," he laughed. "Did you really think you could bring pain to the Great One?"
"I'll do it, just give me a chance," she said.
"Wait till you're finished," he smiled. "You wouldn't believe what I'm going to do to you."
She felt her knees go weak. She had to succeed. She had to make him feel the pain, or she would be doomed. She now feared that another torture would drive her insane. Perhaps that's what made the guru flip, she thought.
"Did you give up with the whip?" he asked.
"No, I can still use it," she said.
She wanted to get him on the bed of nails quickly. She would jump up and down and force the points into his flesh. Surely punctures would hurt him.
"You said you would lie down on the bed of nails," she said. "Do it now."
"Will you make it hurt?" he asked.
"Yes, you'll see."
"That's a laugh," he replied. "I've spent many hours on that bed without even feeling the nails."
The man walked over to the bed of nails and slowly sat down. Then he lay out, his hands at his sides, his legs slightly parted, his eyes closed and his belly pointing upward.
The girl walked over, then suddenly leaped up onto the bed and landed right on top of the man's body. She felt her weight forcing him down onto the points, and even heard the low wet sound of the points entering his flesh, but as she stared down at his face she saw that he would not flinch. She pressed down and still he did not even open his eyes.
She started to jump up and down on his body, pushing him hard onto the points, but her frustration was mounting as she saw that the man did not feel any pain. He was able to ignore it completely.
She jumped up and down and his body shook from the force of each impact. But although the points were entering his flesh and drawing blood, he did not feel the pain. He was lost in meditation, the meditation needed to endure any kind of pain. The session was very calm indeed-for the guru.
The girl was furious. She could not make it hurt. She leaped from the bed of nails and ran to get the whip, snatching it up and running back at the man, who was still lying on the bed without moving.
'I'll kill you," she howled. 'I'll kill you!"
She slashed at his prone body with the whip, swinging it down with all her might to let her frustration out. The long hot lash struck his prone body and made it shake slightly, but still the man lay perfectly still on the bed.
"Fucking bastard cocksucker!" she screamed in rage. "Hurt, hurt, hurt!!"
She whipped again and again, but the man would not budge. She finally stopped in frustration and exhaustion and let the whip fall to the floor.
"You bastard!" she moaned.
The man rose from the bed of nails, grinning.
"You failed," he said. "Now you're in for it."
The girl sank to her knees.
"I don't care," she moaned. "I feel like I want to die."
"You should have known better," he said. "You can never make the Great One feel pain."
The girl was ready to start sobbing. She felt completely drained of emotion and feeling.
"Take off that wet suit," he said. "Take it off right now or I'll beat you."
She didn't object, but stood right up and started to take off the suit. She pulled the cap off and let her long blonde hair fall on her shoulders. Then she peeled off the bottom, then the top. Her body quivered deliciously and the man stared at her with lust.
She sat back on the floor.
"If you come near me I'll bite you," she said. "I'll tear your flesh apart."
"I won't feel it," he laughed.
He saw her white tits shaking on her chest, capped with her wide pink nipples. Her bush was moist, the wide velvet V of her fuzz twinkling as she stared down at her crotch.
"You're mine," he said. "All mine, and I want you right now."
He pulled off his robe and stood nude in front of her. His long cock was already stiff and pulsing. She moaned in disgust as she realized that no matter how hard she fought, she would have to endure it.
He ran at her and grabbed her naked body, throwing her over near the post again. He grabbed the ropes and tied her again, and she did not even put up a fight.
To get himself hot, he picked up the whip again and swung it at her white, naked body. The leather sliced across her chest and struck her nipple, and she howled in agony again as the leather ripped over her tender pink flesh and broke the skin.
The man's cock was pulsing madly as he watched her writhing in pain. He dripped the whip and ran at her with lust, his long cock in hand.
The girl had been tied with her hands above her head and her legs apart. He stood right in front of her and rubbed his cockhead against her belly, feeling the warmth of her flesh on his aching member.
She spat in his face as he giggled with delight, and the man turned crimson with rage.
"You spit on the swami," he said. "I'll teach you."
He grabbed her by the throat and started to choke her. She gagged, then felt his cock again prodding around her belly and finally moving down to her bush.
The man slipped the rod through her dense pubic fur and rubbed it along her wet cunt lips, which were partly opened by her parted legs. She choked and gagged, believing that he was actually going to kill her.
She hardly cared. She would have welcomed any relief from the torment of the man, even death. She couldn't speak, couldn't feel, couldn't care. But the pain of the man's hands around her thin white neck was making her shake, and the fear that he would kill her made her tremble.
Without stopping his brutal work on her neck, he went to work on her snatch. He parted the lips of her cunt with his fingers and slipped his bloated cockhead through her wet, wide lips.
One thrust of his hips was all it took to slip the rod into her body, through her labia and into the heat and wetness of her pussy.
He gasped for air as he choked her, and felt the stiff wide tool boring into her cunt. His bush touched hers as the rod was buried to the hilt in her snatch, and then his balls slammed into her thighs as he pushed the tool into her cunt fully.
The man pulled back slightly and then rammed again, and the cock split her cunt open and drove on deep into her wet, hot loins. He still choked her, and she shook her head in horror and pain.
The angle of her arms, which had been tied high above her head, made it hard to breathe anyway. But the man's hands around her neck were making her faint.
The man released her at last, but still pumped into her cunt with his hips, slicing in deep and hard as she gasped to regain her breath. She was relieved that she was spared. She hardly cared that the man was fucking her.
By the time she had caught her breath, the man was pumping into her body very quickly. He could feel the gism stirring in his body and the heat of her cunt surrounding his cock.
He started to twist the rod around in her cunt, and felt it rub against every inch of her long, winding canal. She could feel the hot flesh of his pole against her cunt lips and along her channel, and the hot tip reaching into the depths of her body.
She stood perfectly still as the man swirled his hips to twist the rod around in her cunt. His balls were slamming even harder now into her cunt, and she felt the pain of the wide, forceful member splitting her pussy apart and driving on brutally through her tight chasm.
The man was huffing and puffing, and she felt his hot breath on her face. She wanted to retch. She thought of spitting in his face again, and had to control herself. She knew that if she spit again she would most likely have to gag for breath for the rest of the fuck.
The man was almost out of breath as he pumped hard and fast into her cunt, trying to draw his stirring come up into his tool. He could feel the incredible warmth of her tight cunt, the wet channel around his tool like a glove, her labia touching his bush each time he pushed in and ripped over her wet, tender clitoris.
Her body was starting to rock up and down with the force of his thrusts, and she moaned loudly now as the man drove the cock in and out with all the force he could muster. She screamed loudly when he started to twist the cock around again and ripped over her clit and lips, the hot, bloated head reaching all the way into her gorge and the hard pulsing shaft sliding along the wet tube of her vagina.
The man started to moan as the gism filled his staff and made it swell up and tense, ready to empty into her body. He pulled back and let his cockhead remain between her warm wet lips, feeling the heat on the rim of his bulb and twisting it around to push her lips open, then drove with his powerful naked hips to push the pipe back into her body.
She gasped each time his bush slammed into hers, his cock boring all the way into her body and jolting her painfully. The man's breath was so hot and vile on her face she could barely restrain herself from spitting in his face again.
The man screamed as his cock tensed fully, then rammed his tool back in as it burst open with hot gism and emptied into her pussy, the long slow spurts filling her cunt and running out over her bush as the cock noisily sloshed in and out.
His breath was so hot on her face, and so quick as he soared through his orgasm, that she could not resist any longer. She spat in his face, hard, and caught him right in the eye as he finished his climax.
The man stopped pumping, but left his cock in her cunt, and grabbed her around the neck again.
"This is the end," he said. "You are about to die."
He started to choke her brutally, shaking her head and making her blonde hair fall on her shoulders and shake over her tits. He felt his cock starting to shrivel in her pussy, and decided he would leave it there until after she had died. He felt a deep hatred for the girl who had had the nerve to defy a guru.
The girl felt herself about to faint. Yes, she knew the man was going to do her in now. But she did not really regret spitting in his face. She figured that the guru would have kept punishing and raping her for as long as she lived, anyway.
Suddenly there was a noise in the hall, and the man relaxed his grip on her neck. The girl opened her eyes and saw two uniformed men run into the room, guns drawn.
The troopers stared in shock at the sight in front of them. The girl had been bound to the post, they noticed, her hands painfully high and her legs parted. The man was naked too and was choking her. His cock was embedded in her snatch.
The men from the town poured into the room after the cops and also gasped in shock. They couldn't believe their eyes. A deep rage welled up inside every one of them, even the cops.
"Get away from her!" yelled the cops.
The guru pulled his cock out of her cunt and stepped back.
"You can't hurt me," he announced. "I am the Great One."
One of the men ran over to the girl and untied her. His eyes fell on her white body, but he noticed that she was badly marked up.
The girl dropped to her knees in relief after she had been freed from the post.
"Thank goodness you're here," she said. "Did you find Lena?"
"Yes, she's in town," one of the men said.
"I'm a doctor," said one of the men. "Is there a sick girl here?"
"Yes," said Peg. "I don't know where, but somewhere in the house."
"I'll go look," said the doctor, running off with another man to search for May.
The cops were staring at the guru, who stood proudly in the center of the room.
"You creep," one of them said. "We should string you up right here."
"I haven't done anything," the man said. "These girls came here of their own free will."
"He's lying, said Peg. "We came here to find a retreat, but he beat the shit out of all the girls. He's a madman, and he was about to choke me to death."
"He'll be charged with attempted murder," said one of the policemen. "Among other things, that is."
The guru snapped up straight in shock.
"You mean I'm going to be arrested?" he said.
"Yeah, you'll spend the rest of your life in the cruddy town jail," said the cop. "That is, if the men in the town don't string you up first."
"Yeah, let's do him in," said the other cop.
The first cop ran at the guru and slammed him hard in the gut. While it did not hurt the man, he doubled over as the breath was knocked clean out of him.
The cop swung upward and struck the man in the face, and the guru's jaws snapped apart, his nose shattering and sending torrents of blood all over his naked body.
He flew backwards and landed on the floor. The cop ran at him and kicked him hard in the balls, and the man doubled up in agony.
"You hurt him!" screamed Peg. "You did it!"
The cop picked the screaming man up and threw him against the wall, holding him to the stone wall with a hand around the guru's neck.
"Do him in!" shouted a man.
"Let's get him!" shouted another.
The cop started to choke the man, shaking his long hair around and then releasing him only to slam him with all his might in the gut again. The guru doubled over in agony, gasping for breath, but the cop knead him hard in the face and the guru slammed back into the wall again, face ripped open and blood covering his body.
The cop stomped him in the head, and the man just about passed out. The men cheered, and Peg was delighted to see that the guru was feeling pain.
But she saw that the men were going to go too far. They all clamored for a lynching.
"Let's string him up!" shouted a man.
"He can't get away with this around here," said another.
"Wait!" said Peg. "Don't do it!"
"I thought he beat you," said the cop. "Why are you trying to protect him?"
"He's insane, first of all," said the girl. "But I don't want to see any more brutality. I've seen enough in the past few days to last me the rest of my life. It has to end somewhere. Please, take him away, but don't beat him any more. Don't beat anyone any more."
The girl broke into tears, and the men stepped back from the guru.
"Maybe she's right, Bob," said one of the cops. "Let's take him in and book him. They'll punish him enough when he gets to jail."
"Yeah, you're right," said the other cop.
He picked up the gasping guru and threw him his robe. The doctor reentered the room.
"I found her," he announced. "She'll be all right. When I get back to town I'll bring up a stretcher and take her back with me. She has a lot of broken bones and can't be moved now. The rest of the girls are all right, too."
The cops carried the guru out to the car and dumped him in the back seat. Peg followed them out and jumped into one of the other cars.
"Take me to the town," she said. "I want to see Lena."
They made it into town in twenty minutes, and the guru was taken off to the jail. One of the men led Peg to the bar, where she found Lena sitting on a chair, wrapped in blankets, drinking a hot cup of coffee. Three other women were consoling her.
"It's over," Peg announced when she entered the bar. "They've got him in jail, and all the girls are all right."
"That's wonderful," said Lena. "I was so worried."
"I wish you luck," said Peg.
"And you too," said Lena. "Would you agree to be my first student?"
"No dice," said Peg. "I'll never set foot near this place again as long as I live. I don't even want to hear about the culture any more. But I'll send up some girls that might be interested. You'll like them, and they'll like you, if you know what I mean. I'm sure you'll all be very happy."
