"Oh, excuse me," an embarrassed Lucy Marlow said as the chalk dropped from her fingers.
It was the first week of school and this was Lucy's first teaching assignment. It was the last morning class at Ridgley High in East Los Angeles. Lucy couldn't help but be a little nervous. She was in unfamiliar surroundings.
She recalled that fellow students had told her that it would be a lot different once she got out into real life from the way it was in the classroom. She had always assumed that teaching would somehow be something of a snap, but being placed in a real life situation was quickly teaching her otherwise. She was encountering difficulties in adjusting, but felt that, given the proper amount of time, she would not only learn to adjust-she would become an excellent instructor.
She was clad in a white blouse, brown hot pants, and matching white boots. Her blond hair glistened radiantly, and her blue eyes sparkled. She had a creamy white complexion, and when she smiled, she was the kind of a girl who could ignite any male heart.
Two young men in particular were observing her carefully from the back of the room. Duke James, tall and rangy, was flashing his intense dark eyes in her direction. His right hand reached up and he thrust back his coal black hair. As usual, he had on his trusty black leather jacket. Inside the right coat pocket was his familiar push button knife, which had helped guide him out of numerous scrapes.
Sitting at the desk just to the right of him was his close confidante, Fraser Phillips. A stocky broad shoulder Negro, Fraser and Duke made inseparable companions.
"The chick's kind of shook," Duke grinned, as he observed Lucy look down at the floor, where the piece of white chalk was laying.
"Yeah, and I'd like to shake her some more," Fraser grinned, showing his even white teeth.
"I'd like to shake her in the right places, of course."
"From looking at her," Duke whispered and grinned, "it looks like any place on that beautiful bod would be the right place."
"Right on," Fraser chuckled softly.
Lucy, nervous over dropping the chalk, turned around to where her firm buttocks were facing the class.
Those hot pants showed off to exquisite perfection every curvaceous line in Lucy's buttocks.
She stooped over and picked up the chalk. As she did, her hot pants flew up and everyone in the class got a look at her frilly white panties, along with her naked creamy thighs.
"Oh, God, what an ass," Duke gasped.
"I feel like I've got to beat my black meat right now," Fraser chuckled.
"I know what you mean. My white meat is awfully hot too."
"What I wouldn't give to fuck that," Fraser whispered, winking at his friend.
"You and me both, old buddy."
"I wonder how many dudes she's had pump her," Fraser said, as Lucy Marlowe walked over to the blackboard and began writing on it.
"I don't know, but I'm fixing to make myself one of them," Duke said with brave determination.
"Man, you're crazy. You don't want to mess with no teachers."
"Why not? Why discriminate against a beautiful teacher?"
"Well, it's kind of dangerous, for one thing."
"I'm surprised at you, Fraser. I thought you liked to live dangerously, just like I do."
"I don't know if I want to live quite that dangerously."
"Sure you do," Duke nodded. "I'll talk to you about it later."
"What's the matter? You got some kind of plan up your sleeve?"
"I'll talk to you about it later," Duke repeated.
For the remainder of the class, they watched her in spellbound fascination. They liked the shape of those beautiful buttocks, and every time that she turned around to face the class, they got a superb look at her perfectly constructed breasts.
They thrust out sharply, and Duke kept thinking about running his fingers over them. They were so firm and nice that he was sure they would be wonderful to touch.
Duke's intense eyes kept dancing from her tits down to her legs. She was as perfectly constructed, he thought, as any woman he had ever seen. His cock was throbbing with great excitement. He knew that he just had to get that roaring peter of his into her somehow.
The class ended and lunch period arrived. As Duke and Fraser walked out the door, the other members of Duke's Army converged on them.
The reputation was constantly growing concerning Duke's Army. They were a group of eight classmates from Ridgley High who liked nothing better than a good scrap. They engaged in a number of them throughout East Los Angeles.
While they ate their lunch on benches in the middle of the quadrangle, Duke was a little less talkative than usual. He kept on ruminating about beautiful Lucy Marlowe. His intricate mind was going to work on a plan of attack to make this beautiful blond teacher his own.
"Let's go behind the gym and have a smoke," Duke said after lunch had been completed.
"Aren't you afraid we'll get caught, Duke?" Sam Perry, the shortest and most timid member of the group, asked with apprehension.
"Aw, Sam, stop acting so goddamn chicken-shit," Duke said disgustedly. "Relax a little and enjoy life. You're so damned scared that it's pitiful."
Duke got up from the bench, and the other seven members of his entourage did the same.
The group walked slowly through the quadrangle, receiving some fearful looks from other boys in the school. Many of them had been unfortunate enough to cross swords with Duke and his gang. All of them greatly regretted such experiences.
They walked slowly until they reached the back of the gym. They were standing right next to the running track.
Duke sprawled out on a bench, and lit a cigarette. Fraser immediately lit up, as did Raul Gomez, Raul's face broke out in a smile, and he ran his finger over his moustache.
In a matter of seconds, the rest of the group also lit up. As usual, they were willing to follow Duke's example right down to the letter. He was a leader who could make them do practically anything he desired them to do.
Duke took a long puff from his cigarette, then exclaimed:
"What do you guys think of that blond broad?"
"You mean the teacher?" Raul Gomez grinned.
"That's exactly who I mean," Duke nodded.
"She's absolutely bitching," Harry Kilroy said.
"How would you like to fuck her?" he asked, his eyes dancing around the group.
"It would be great, but how are we all going to score?" Marty Ane, a carefree young Hawaiian, quickly asked.
"It's very simple, we're going to rape her," Duke said, solemnly.
The ensuing laughter started with Raul Gomez, who liked to laugh a lot anyway. It soon affected every member of the group, except for Ray Patterson, who always had a sad eyed expression on his face.
Duke waited calmly for the laughter to end. In the meantime, he took several quick puffs from his cigarette.
"Now that you clowns have had a good laugh, what would you say if I told you I was completely serious?" his intense eyes stared at each and every one of them, shifting from person to person.
"You really on the level?" Harry Kilroy asked.
"I said I was. You guys might be stupid, but you're not that stupid. How many more times do I have to tell you that I'm on the level?"
"That's taking one helluva risk," red faced, heavy set Fats Donovan said.
"We're a gang that lives for thrills," Duke said. "If something doesn't involve a big risk, it just plain isn't worth doing, as far as I'm concerned."
"Just how do we pull this off, Duke?" Fraser Philips asked.
"I've got the whole thing mapped out," Duke quickly replied. "All you guys have to do is show up and listen to me. I'll take care of the rest."
"When do we do this?" Harry Kilroy asked with a grin.
A daredevil by nature, Harry raced cars as a hobby. He was one of the better high school dragsters in Los Angeles.
"Would you believe this afternoon?" Duke's eyes took in every last one of them.
"If Duke says this afternoon, then I'm with him," Fraser Philips announced.
"Count me in," Raul Gomez grinned. "I almost shot off my juice just looking at her this morning."
"I think we all did," Ray Patterson said, nodding humorlessly.
"We're taking an awful chance," Sam Perry shook his head.
"You say that about everything, Sam," Fraser laughed.
At that point, a tall figure walked toward the group of young men.
It was muscular Wally Sorenson, the gym instructor and baseball coach, who had observed them smoking from the distance. He was clad in his traditional white tee shirt, with the words "Ridgley High" scrawled out across it in blazing green letters, and khaki trousers.
"Just what do you guys think you're doing?" he looked at them sternly.
"We're just having a little weed, Mr. Sorenson," Duke looked up at him.
"Don't you know by now that you're not supposed to smoke on school grounds?" Wally Sorenson said sternly.
"Nope," Duke shook his head. "We don't see no signs around here.
"Look, James, I don't want to hear any lip from you," Sorenson said tightly, staring intensely at Duke James. "Now I want all those cigarettes out right now, and I want you guys out of here. You're not supposed to be behind the gym anyway. You are back here because you figured you could put something over on us. I'll give you two minutes to get those cigarettes out and clear out of this area, or else I'll see that every last one of you stays after school for the next week."
Wally Sorenson stalked off briskly.
"The sonofabitch," Duke muttered, looking in Wally's direction as he disgustedly threw his cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.
"He's a real pain in the ass," Fraser growled.
CHAPTER TWO
School had just ended and Duke's Army was stationed behind the lockers at the end of the corridor.
"She's coming out any second now," Duke explained to his accomplices.
"How do you know so much about these things, Duke?" Fraser asked.
"I've been watching the broad," Duke said. "This idea has been hatching in my mind for a long time. She's going to cross over that hall and go to her office. She usually works anywhere from half an hour to an hour after school in that office. She's all alone, and it will give us a great opportunity."
"Yeah, to get our rocks off," Raul chuckled.
"That's the general idea," Ray Patterson nodded.
"This has got to be the craziest thing we've ever tried, Duke," Marty Ane said.
"It's the most daring," Duke said. "That's one of the big reasons why I want to do it. Of course, there is another one."
At that point Duke grinned and let his right hand slip down between his legs. He fondled his hard cock and winked at his friends, giving them the impression that he was ready to shoot off that dick inside Lucy Marlowe any time.
They waited poised behind the lockers for several minutes.
"Maybe she ain't coming out," Fraser said.
"Yeah, maybe she saw the way you looked at her today, Duke," Harry Kilroy chided Duke.
"No, no," Duke shook his head. "She'll be out. Just wait and see."
They waited for several more seconds, after which the classroom door opened and Lucy Marlowe walked out.
She was holding her purse in one hand, and several books in the other.
They watched with mounting concern as she closed the door behind her, then walked across the hall to where her office was situated.
"What an ass, what an ass," Fraser shook his head.
"Nothing wrong with the tits either," Raul said.
"Nothing wrong with any of it," Harry Kilroy grinned.
"No, it all looks great," Duke said.
They watched in silence as she opened up her office door and walked inside, closing the door behind her.
She was totally oblivious to what was happening. She did not once look around to see if she were being observed.
"O.K., the coast is clear," Duke concluded after looking up and down the hall several times. "Now, let's play it real cool, just in case somebody should see us. We walk real slow, then I knock on the door. I want you guys out of the way so that when she opens the door she doesn't get scared. We don't want to give her any kind of idea what we're going to do, until after we all get inside. You guys understand?"
The entire group nodded as Duke looked at them.
"That's good, very good," Duke said. "Remember, if one of you acts like a lamebrain and does something stupid, it will screw up the whole show for the rest of us. We don't want that to happen, do we?"
"We sure as hell don't," Fraser said. "We've all got damned hard erections, and we're expecting some action."
"That's right," Duke nodded. "So, remember that. We can't screw this thing up. O.K., let's go."
They walked slowly and carefully down the hall. They were determined to see that nothing went wrong, just like Duke had instructed them.
They followed several steps behind their leader, anxiously wondering just how he would pull things off. The longer they remained under his command, the greater their confidence became. They relied on him, and never once had he ever let them down.
They were beginning to feel that Duke James was capable of doing the impossible, and they liked being exposed to a dynamic leader like him.
All of them, with the exception of Harry Kilroy, who was a daredevil by nature, would have shied away from such a prospect as fucking Lucy Marlowe. Even though they were all hot for her, and thought her to be one of the most beautiful young women they had ever seen, they would not want to incur the risks involved in such a situation.
Duke bringing the matter up, however, put things in a totally different perspective. Now they were convinced that what they would have thought to be impossible, or nearly impossible, was clearly attainable. If Duke said it could be done, then it could be done, they all thought.
Now they were standing in front of Lucy Marlowe's private office.
"O.K., you guys, just stand off to the side," Duke told them.
All of them did precisely as he instructed.
Duke clenched his right fist, and let his hand slide forward. He rapped on the door gently three times.
A few seconds later he began to hear footsteps. The door opened just a crack and Lucy Marlowe was looking at him with surprise.
"Yes, Duke, what is it?" she asked.
"Gee, Miss Marlowe, I hope I'm not disturbing you or anything."
"As a matter-of-fact, Duke, I was just getting my first lessons ready for tomorrow morning. What is it that you want?"
"Gee, Miss Marlowe, I really didn't understand that chemistry lecture you gave us today," Duke scratched his head and feigned embarrassment. "I really wish you could spend just a few minutes talking to me and a few of my buddies about it. We were all talking, trying to understand what it was all about, and we just couldn't seem to clear it up."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Lucy said sympathetically. "I did ask for questions, though, and I wish you and your friends would have spoken in class when you were having these difficulties with the subject matter."
"Yeah, I wish we had spoken up too," Duke readily sympathized with her, "but there was just one thing wrong."
"What was that?" she looked at him carefully.
"Well, I thought that I understood it at the time, but when I Started talking with my buddies, I found out that I didn't. We all felt kind of the same way. A couple of us had questions, but we just didn't quite know how to phrase them, and we didn't want to create any problems in class. You know, we didn't want to drag the whole class behind just because we might be a little dumb on things like that."
"Don't say that al all," she soothingly reprimanded him. "You're not dumb. None of you are. A lot of us have great difficulty in chemistry. As a matter-of-fact, to let you in on a little secret, it was one of my worst classes when I was in college."
"No fooling," Duke said. "I wouldn't have thought that you had any bad classes."
"That's very nice of you to say," she smiled. "Yes, Duke, I would be happy to help you and your friends out. That's what an instructor is for. Feel free to come to me any time that you are in need of having a classroom problem solved."
"Gee, that's awful nice of you, Miss Marlowe," he smiled.
"That's quite alright," she nodded understandingly. "That is what a teacher is for."
She held the door open and the rest of Duke's Army descended on the office behind him.
When Lucy Marlowe observed just how many young men there were with Duke, she was surprised. She had been anticipating no more than two or three people, along with Duke.
Duke was happy that he had made certain that his friends were kept in the background. If she had seen the entire contingent, he thought, judging from the surprised look on her face, she might have been suspicious and they might have had a confrontation in the hall. That was a risk that Duke did not want to have to take.
"Now, just what is it that is troubling all of you?" she asked as she sat down behind her desk.
Duke sat down in the chair immediately opposite Lucy Marlowe's desk. His eyes were glued to that blouse. He was hypnotized by the beauty of those stunning, voluptuous breasts.
Once more he envisioned his fingers twirling around them. He thought about how wonderful it would be to fuck this beautiful woman.
"You know, Miss Marlowe, you sure do have a nice set of tits," he said softly.
There were immediate snickers from the rest of Duke's Army.
"Just what do you mean talking to a teacher in that way?" she was taken suddenly aback, shaking her head angrily.
"Relax, take it easy, we're here to make love, not war," Fraser Philips laughed.
"Just what is this?" an indignant Lucy Marlowe asked.
Her face was beginning to turn red.
"We want a little action," Duke said. "Fraser, why don't you lock that door?"
"I think it's about time I called for help," she said in a huff.
"I really wouldn't do that if I were you," Duke shook his head solemnly.
In an instant, his right hand reached into his leather jacket pocket. He pulled out his push button knife. He quickly pushed the button and allowed the steely blade of the knife to flip out.
He held it a scant few inches removed from her throat.
"I think you're intelligent enough to know when you've been had," Duke said. "All we want to do is fuck you a little. But if you fuck us, I mean if you just pull one thing on us, I'm gonna carve that beautiful body of yours up so bad that nobody's going to be able to recognize you. I'll slit that throat of yours till you'll never breathe again. You read me?"
"But why?" she whispered.
Her lips were trembling and now her face had turned white.
"We're just a few horny boys out for a good time," Duke chuckled.
"Right on," Fraser laughed, as he locked the door.
Her eyes widened with fear and now her body was shaking.
CHAPTER THREE
Duke continued holding the knife next to her throat. He looked at her coolly and evenly, measuring his victim.
She could see by the cold, calculating expression on his face that there was no dissuading him. He would have things his way or else. Not only did he have his knife to back him up, a point which she was only too acutely aware, but he also had the rest of the members of his group standing nearby.
"Get up, honey, get up from that desk," Duke finally ordered;
He watched as she slowly rose from her seat. Her legs were trembling, and now her face was more pale than ever. That knife was just too perilously close to her.
"Now you relax, baby, and do exactly what we tell you," he walked over around her desk and told her. "If you play it cool, if you don't give us any guff, and if you don't make any noise, you'll come out of this alive. If you cross us one solitary bit, you won't. Do you read me?"
"Yes," she replied in a tense whisper.
"Groovy," he grinned fiendishly.
Duke looked around at his friends. His eyes finally came to rest on Fraser Phillips.
"How about doing the honors for us, Fraser? You can take off her clothes," Duke directed him.
"That sounds real nice," Fraser grinned.
"I figured you'd like that. Just don't get rough now. I don't want you to tear her clothes. We don't want anything to look out of the ordinary when we leave here. We've got to play this thing real cool, so nobody gets any ideas about what happened," Duke said. "Isn't that right? Isn't that right, honey?"
Once more his eyes were fixed squarely on beautiful Lucy Marlowe.
"Please don't do that, please don't take my clothes off, please don't do anything to me," she pleaded. "I won't say anything to anybody, honest I won't. But please don't do that. Please don't."
"Knock off the bullshit," Duke replied coldly. "We're just going to have a few kicks. If you don't hand me any crap, you won't get hurt all that bad. As a matter-of-fact, you'll be able to consider this a learning experience, a real nice learning experience."
She knew precisely from the tone of his voice what he meant. She was more unsteady as she stood watching Fraser Phillips who was walking slowly and steadily toward her.
She could not help but notice the sizeable bulge hanging between the Negro's legs. She knew how eager he was, and now it all came back to her. She recalled many times that she observed Fraser and Duke staring at her in class. It had made her uncomfortable at first, but after a while she got used to it, figure it was nothing more than a high school fascination they might have held toward her.
"You can stop shaking, baby, I just want to get those clothes off of you," Fraser said.
Now he was standing right next to her and she observed that he was breathing faster than usual. He gave all the earmarks of being the hot young man that he was. She feared the consequences of this terrible dilemma. She remained fearful that they would hurt her, and humiliate her.
Fraser's huge hands finally reached out and grabbed a hold of her. They grabbed hold of her blouse. He reached behind her and began unbuttoning it.
She began trembling even more noticeably than usual, after his fingers had made contact with her body. She did not like being touched by him. She only wished that there was a way out of this nightmare that she was involved in.
"Take those clothes off, Fraser, take them all off," Raul Gomez called out enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I can hardly wait to see her bareass naked," Fats Donovan laughed.
Duke stood not far away while it was all happening. He watched with the professional air of detachment that would be expected from a surgeon watching an operation.
He was also getting turned on, and his cock was now so hard that he could hardly stand watching anymore. But he recognized that he would have to remain cool if things were to succeed.
Once Fraser unbuttoned her blouse, his heart began to thump vigorously as it came time for him to take it off.
He tugged at the blouse until it came off. At that point the group got its first look at Lucy Marlowe's tits, which were now covered only by her bra.
"Wow, what knockers," the excited Harry Kilroy exclaimed.
"Cool it, Harry, don't make noise," Duke cautioned. "We don't want to do anything to arouse suspicion. And she knows what will happen to her if she does. Now put that bra over on top of the desk. I want you to stack those clothes up neatly on that desk, Fraser. I don't even want them wrinkled."
"I've got you, Duke," Fraser nodded.
Fraser no sooner put the blouse on top of the desk than an overpowering excitement dominated him. Now, he just had to get that bra off, so he could put those fingers to work on those voluptuous tits.
He unhooked the bra quickly, then pulled it off.
"My God, what boobs," Marty Ane exclaimed, making certain that he did not speak loudly.
Fraser flipped the bra over on the desk. He ran the fingers of both hands over those smooth, firm ivory breasts.
"What knobs this broad's got," Fraser drooled.
"Don't feel her up now, Fraser, finish undressing her," Duke said. "After you get done, we'll all get in our share of kicks. But we don't want to waste any time. We've got to make every minute count with something like this."
Fraser nodded, quickly going back to work. He stooped over and unzipped her hot pants. He swiftly pulled it down her legs, getting harder and more excited as he saw it slip down those creamy thighs and exquisitely tapered ankles.
"Now, step out of that, baby," Fraser said, giving her a gentle pat on her right ass cheek.
The terror stricken Lucy climbed out of her hot pants. Now, all of the members of Duke's Army were awe struck by her magnificent presence, as she was down to nothing other than her panties.
"Damned, but you've got an ass on you," Fraser said, reaching back and running his fingers inside her panties, letting them come to rest on her firm ass cheeks.
"Now, pull off those panties, Fraser, and we're in business," Duke said.
"Just what I'm going to do," the exuberant Fraser replied.
Fraser let the panties slip down her legs quickly. She stepped out of them, not even having to wait for a command this time. She was too afraid to do anything other than cooperate with them at that point.
"Now, just get out of those shoes, honey, and everything will be fine," Duke said.
She looked around at the roomful of panting males. Every last one of them had a bulging hard on. She wondered just how much she would be subjected to by them, and how many would be involved in the activities.
She stepped out of her shoes. Now she was totally naked.
Duke stared at her for several seconds. At first his eyes were captivated by those firm gorgeous breasts which were popping out toward him magnificently. His eyes then dropped down to her waist, which was trim, then to her hips, which were magnificently endowed. Once he finished examining her striking legs, his eyes came to rest on her furry mound, which was covered by blond pubic hair.
"O.K., honey, now I'm gonna take over for a little while," a grin surfaced on Duke's face as he walked toward her.
"Sock it to her, Duke," Fraser said.
"We're all gonna sock it to her before we're through," Duke said.
"That sure as hell is good news to all of us," Harry Kilroy said.
The only member of the group that looked a little bit afraid about it all was Sam Perry. The rest of them had looks of wild eyed curiosity. Even Sam, along with the others, had a hard on.
Duke's hands reached out behind her, firmly grabbing her ass cheeks. He held his fingers around them tightly, then slipped his head forward.
He delivered a solid kiss to her lips, then another. He finally worked his tongue around inside her mouth. They Frenched with great passion, for several long seconds, after which he finally removed his tongue from her mouth.
Now his cock was bulging so helplessly that he just had to receive satisfaction. He knew precisely what he wanted to do, and he had some roles in mind for the members of his gang as well.
"You guys can get those cocks of yours out now," he said. "Unzip, me, because we've got some hot fucking ahead."
"That's good news for us," Raul Gomez laughed.
Soon Lucy Marlowe's terror filled eyes were looking at nothing but hard cocks. And standing right next to her, breathing heavily and fondling her buttocks, was none other than Duke James, the mastermind of the whole plot.
"Now it's time for you to get in a nice comfortable position on the floor," Duke said.
He removed his fingers from her ass cheeks, moving them up toward her back. He guided her downward toward the floor. She felt uncomfortable lying on that floor, and she did not like the way that his fingers were clamped tightly around her arms. It hurt her, but she was not about to complain. She was afraid to do anything like that for fear that he would hurt her all the more.
"O.K., Fraser, you can fuck her throat," Duke said. "Give her a deep throat fuck."
"Damn, but that will be nice," Fraser drooled, grinning more broadly than ever.
Lucy watched as Fraser walked toward her. His anxious right hand continued pumping up and down on his bulging prick.
"Just stretch those legs out and sit above her mouth," Duke suggested. "Just sit there and feed her cock."
"I'm going to give you a beautiful fuck, baby," Fraser winked, as he moved his body into position.
As Duke watched, he unzipped his own trousers. He was the last one to get around to that act. His bulging cock flipped out.
"Now, if nobody's got any objections, I'm going to fuck this gorgeous chick's asshole," Duke said with a grin. "I've liked this ass from the first time I saw it, and now I'm going to do something about it."
At that very moment, Fraser Philips thrust his hot prick inside her mouth. She accepted it unwillingly with a gulp. It was a huge cock, and he immediately shoved it into her hard and deep.
"Raul, how would you like to suck out her pussy?" Duke looked over at Raul Gomez.
"That would fantastic."
"O.K., you can do that. When you want to get your jollies just jack off while you're doing it. Just don't get in my way, because I'm going to be plugging that asshole of hers."
"I won't," Raul promised, moving his body into position on the floor.
"Marty I've just got the perfect act for you," Duke said.
"What's that?" Marty's eyes lit up.
"I want you to fuck her tits. Just get over that body of hers and run that prick over those hot breasts. That would give you one helluva thrilling fuck."
"That sounds fantastic," he nodded. "I haven't done that many times before."
Marty now moved into position over her breasts. Duke watched him run his hot long cock over her left tit, moving it back and forth in a slicing motion.
The leader of Duke's Army was very happy with the way things were shaping up.
CHAPTER FOUR
Duke was very proud of himself over the way that he systematically arranged things.
While Fraser continued slamming his hot dick deep into Lucy's mouth and Marty and Raul remained busy fucking her tits and sucking her cunt respectively, he handed out several more assignments.
A still edgy Sam Perry and grim faced Ray Patterson were told to stand over Lucy's face.
"I want you guys to jack off and when you get ready to shoot your juices, make sure you shoot them off in her face," Duke commanded. "Also, I want you guys to time it to where you shoot when Fraser does. You hear that, Fraser?"
"I've got you, Duke," Fraser nodded, continuing to flip his hips back and forth as he pumped away inside her mouth with his feverishly hot dick.
Duke liked the way things were shaping up. Now he looked over at Harry and Fats, the only two members of his crew that had not been given specific assignments.
"Now, I want you guys to go over and stand right next to Lucy," Duke said. "Lucy, baby, I want you to jack these two guys off. I want you to grab a hold of their dicks and pump them real nice. I want you to make them both shoot."
Lucy was in a state of terror by that time, and she hated very much having to receive those jarring hot stabs inside her mouth. She could barely breathe, since his hot prick was stuffing itself with great earnestness inside her mouth.
As Duke watched Lucy reach up with trembling hands and go to work on those two hot pricks, he reached forward and pumped his rod several times. A smile of contentment surfaced on his lips. He was getting set for the big plunge.
"Hang on, baby, because you ain't felt nothing yet," he said.
He thrust his hips and prick forward, letting his dick cut sharply inside her tight asshole.
She felt the acute pain as he tore his rigid dong into her. She had never been entered in that manner. She had never had a man shove his hot pecker high into her asshole.
"Damned, but this is tight," he gasped.
"So is her mouth," Fraser laughed.
Soon Duke was pumping back and forth as fast as he could. It took only a few strokes to get him to the point where he had to move faster.
The sensations were so tight and exhilarating that he could not control his movements. He was pushing his prick into her rapidly and rocking his hips back and forth as his hot meat made steady impact with her tight anus.
He sliced and stabbed her so hard that the blood began oozing out of her ass. It was tender, and he was violating it to the utmost, shoving his huge rod into her as deeply as it could possibly go.
"What an ass, what an ass," he gasped as he continued firing it high and deep into her.
In her state of great pain, she took to pumping on those two rods all the faster. It served as some kind of strange outlet to her to have Harry's and Fat's hot dicks in her fingers.
All the while, Raul continued to suck her cunt intensely. She could not help but feel sensations there, particularly when he nibbled on her clitoris.
While Raul was sucking her, he was jerking frantically on his prick with his right hand.
Sam and Ray continued standing over her, stroking their dongs at a feverish clip. She seemed to be surrounded by cocks. No matter which way Lucy turned, there was one around.
Fraser and Duke began coordinating their movements to where they were stabbing Lucy at the same tempo. Every time that Fraser would hurl his prick savagely into her mouth, Duke would do the same thing to her asshole.
Soon, she felt like she was going out of her mind. She could not stand all the erotic sensations that were going through her.
Her ass continued throbbing with pain from the hot stabs that Duke directed inside it. It continued to bleed from his hot pulsating stabs.
Her snatch itched from the hot tempo being generated by Raul's anxious tongue.
She could barely breathe as a result of Fraser's persistent movements. He continued to grind that huge prick of his deep inside her mouth.
She continued to jerk off Harry and Fats, feeling those hot bulging pricks in her fingers.
"That's it, keep fingering me, baby, keep it up," Harry said, getting more excited as things progressed.
As for her tits, they were being well taken care of by Marty, who was driving himself into a whirlpool of excitement with his vigorous thrusts.
"Oh, what a fuck, what tits, I've always wanted to touch them, oh, my prick's going mad on them," Marty gasped.
"So is mine inside her asshole," Duke gasped.
As he felt himself draw closer to orgasm, he reached out and slapped her ass cheeks. He wanted to give her an additional sensation.
He was proud to see his gang functioning in such a well coordinated manner. They were all getting their kicks, and they were doing it without making any noise. Things were proceeding smoothly, just as he had hoped they would.
As Duke continued to pound his prick relentlessly inside her anus, he watched Fraser continuing to throw that prick of his into high gear inside her mouth.
Duke's eyes then shifted to Marty. He was moving that prick around over her right tit now. He was working at a more vigorous clip than before.
"How do you like fucking those tits, Marty?" Duke laughed.
"Oh, there's nothing like it, it's the greatest," Marty nodded.
"Just keep on jerking us," Fats called out to her. "Oh, I'm getting pretty close."
"Let's just make sure that we all get plenty of kicks before we explode," Sam said.
Sam and Ray were continuing to jack off over her face, intent upon unleashing hot loads of juice on top of it.
"You guys just hold off until I get ready," Fraser grinned.
"You just make sure you warn us, Fraser, so that we can work as a real team," Ray said.
"Right on," Fraser chuckled.
The hotter and faster that Duke stabbed his penis into her asshole, the more rapidly things prepared to move on other fronts at the same time.
Now Raul was letting that tongue blister away inside her moist vagina walls.
He was pushing her quickly toward an orgasm. He was anticipating a magnificent taste of her pussy juice inside his mouth.
"Go down on her, Raul, suck her twat out," Duke encouraged while he was continuing to pummel her hot asshole with his prick.
While Raul was letting his tongue work in a passionate fashion, he was continuing to pump hard on his dong. He felt himself moving ever closer to orgasm.
"Oh, what a hot mouth she's got, do I love fucking it," Fraser gasped, letting those hips fling back resolutely, as his prick stabbed her. "Oh, what a fuck you are, baby, do I ever love throat fucking you. Yeah, nothing like a nice deep throat fuck to give a guy a big thrill."
She continued pumping up and down on Harry's and Fats' dicks. Now their bodies were quivering with great delight from the attention they were receiving.
"That's mighty good finger work," Fats laughed.
"Yeah, the best," Harry said.
Now Marty's ass cheeks were flinging out of control as his prick drove spiritedly against her tits. He was gasping and sighing with every potent thrust.
"Take it easy, Marty old boy," Duke laughed.
"How can a guy take it easy when he's fucking tits like these?" Marty grinned.
"I don't suppose it's easy," Duke nodded.
Duke kept on pumping that prick frenziedly inside her asshole. He was proud of himself for arranging such a wild rape.
It was the only time in his life that he was aware of one girl providing satisfaction for eight men at the same time.
"Hang in there, baby, because I'm going to be flooding that hot ass of yours with my juices real fast," Duke said.
He proceeded to slap her ass cheeks one more time. They were rapidly reddening.
"Yeah, I really like fucking you, it's really something sensational. You've got to be the best fuck I've ever had."
"These are the best tits I've ever seen," Marty said.
"I'm gonna shoot my gun off right in your throat, honey," Fraser gasped as he continued pumping his prick inside her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Duke wore a proud smile as he continued observing the stimulating sex activity on all sides of him.
"Keep up the good work, men," he praised them.
As he continued pumping back and forth inside his victim's bloody ass, he observed Marty Ane on the verge of orgasm.
"Marty old boy, it looks like you're pretty close to shooting off that dick," he said.
"Oh, it's the greatest, I'm just about there, Duke, I'm just about to shoot it off, oh, this is fantastic," Marty sighed.
Duke watched him continue to run his huge prick up and down as he let it thrust on top of her left tit. He allowed his fingers to massage her other tit, as he moved ever closer to the big moment of orgasm.
"Keep on fucking her, Marty old boy, keep it up until you juice," Duke encouraged.
"Oh, this is it, I'm about to shoot, Duke, I'm gonna shoot it off, shoot it on her tit," Marty cried out.
"Fuck her, Marty, fuck her, juice that tit," Fraser said. "Shoot your juice off on her tit, I really did that action. I'm gonna be shooting off my prick inside her mouth pretty soon."
Several hot strokes later Marty reached the point of no return.
"Oh, this is it, here comes the juice, oh, oh, oh," he gasped.
The other members of the gang watched closely, with the exception of Raul who was busy letting his tongue grind feverishly inside Lucy's box.
They watched as the juice spurted out of the end of his hot rod, flooding her tit. They watched it roll down the tit and cover other portions of her body. Some of it dripped down to her stomach, while a few droplets rolled off the side of her body and hit the floor.
"A bullseye for Marty," Fats called out happily. "That's fucking her, old boy."
A pleased Marty lifted himself from the floor. He shoved his penis back inside his trousers, quickly zipping up.
A few seconds later Lucy found herself unable to hold back the juice inside her. In spite of the great pain she was receiving from both Duke and Fraser, she was also getting a fantastic tongue job from Raul.
She finally shot a load of pussy into his waiting mouth. He gobbled it up with great eagerness, then returned to the action, eager to receive a second load.
While he steadily sucked on her twat, Raul continued pumping up and down on his huge prick.
All the while, while her pussy continued feeling great excitement from the tongue efforts of Raul, Harry and Fats were getting great stimulation from the swift pumping movements of Lucy Marlowe's hands.
The faster she pumped, the closer they came to orgasm.
"You'd better keep grinding away, Fraser, because we're going to be shooting pretty quick," Harry said.
"So are we," Ray Patterson said as he continued pumping.
We're going to flood her face, Fraser, so you'd better get ready. Let's see if we can all time it together."
"That's the action," Duke nodded, continuing to shove his prick into her deeply.
Now Duke was reaching the point where he could hold back his floodtide of juice no more. He was just too hot. Those fingers of his continued to work their way around her ass cheeks.
He squeezed her buttocks more tightly than before. They were red as he continued his fervent efforts.
The skin was becoming rawer every minute that he spent squeezing it. That prick was rocking back and forth, making fantastic strides in her asshole, while the itchiness within him became more unbearable.
"Hang on, baby, because I'm going to be shooting pretty fast," he said. "I'm gonna shoot that juice up your hot asshole, and you're going to love every second of it. I'm gonna juice your ass and juice it good."
The stabbing continued relentlessly. She was terribly sore down there. Not only was her anus feeling great pain, but so were her ass cheeks, which had been subjected to numerous slaps and pinches.
Now he was pinching her, letting his fingers dig into her intensely as his body continued energetically inside her anus.
"Now I'm just a few strokes away," he said. "I'm really pumping, baby, and I'm really going to flood you, I'm going to flood that asshole, I'm going to fuck it, fuck it good. You're going to get the juice up your ass, honey, you're going to get juiced, get ready for it, baby, get ready for my juice."
He lunged forward and stabbed her with several more razor-like movements. Now he was pounding that penis into her as far as it would go, pushing with fantastic energy, putting every ounce of strength he possessed into every brutal forward stab.
"Get ready, honey, get ready," he warned.
He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and pummeled her several more times.
"Oh, that's it, get ready, here it comes, here's the juice, I'm fucking you up your asshole, here comes the juice, oh, oh, ooohhh."
He watched with great delight as the hot white stream of juice poured high into her anus. He had dreamed of fucking that beautiful asshole for so long, and now he had done it. He was over come with joy, happy that he had achieved his purpose. He had fucked her ass, and every member of his gang was getting a chance to fuck her right along with him. Everybody was happy, and that was the way Duke wanted to keep things.
Once the final few drops of juice had poured into her asshole, Duke was overcome with a feeling of relief. Suddenly the great feelings of passion that had been welled inside his body subsided.
He withdrew his penis from her asshole.
"Nice, that was real nice, I loved it, baby, thank you," he said as he removed his prick.
He got up from the floor and slipped his dong back inside his trousers. He zipped up and stood next to Marty. Now he would be a spectator. Since he had already achieved orgasmic satisfaction, he would be in a better position to instruct the rest of the members of his gang as they reached orgasm.
"Keep fucking that mouth, Fraser, keep fucking her in the mouth," Duke called out his encouragement. "Fuck that mouth, old buddy, fuck it good. Fuck it just like I fucked her asshole."
"Oh, what a nice hot mouth, I love jamming my cock into it," Fraser gasped, continuing to pound his prick relentlessly inside her mouth. "Yeah, what a nice mouth, I like fucking it, I love fucking it."
Her hands continued massaging the pricks of Harry and Fats, both of whom were getting ready to shoot.
Sam and Ray continued standing over her. Their pricks were also reaching the point of imminent orgasm.
Duke could tell from watching the action that everybody was getting hot and anxious. He only hoped that they would properly coordinate their orgasms so that everybody was able to juice at just about the same time.
"Just keep on fucking, gang, get those comes ready, shoot at the same time, that's what I want to see, I want to see you all juice at the same time," Duke said.
"Get ready you guys, get ready to shoot, get those pricks ready, because I'm going to be fucking her in the mouth," Fraser said excitedly.
He continued grinding those hips in piston-like fashion. It was obvious to all in the room that he was just about set to shoot his rocks. He was hoping that the rest of his group would join him. He was looking forward to seeing everyone deluge at the same time.
"You heard him, gang, go to it," Duke said.
"Oh, I'm ready to juice, just about ready," Sam said.
At that very point, Raul was also receiving great satisfaction. He had just received a second load of juice from Lucy's pussy.
He was so overcome with excitement by virtue of arrival of the second load, that he was just about ready to shoot.
As his fingers worked frantically up and down on his huge prick, Marty immediately spotted what was going on.
"Over there, he's just about ready to shoot, Raul's just about ready to shoot his pistol," Marty said with great excitement.
"So he is, fuck her, Raul, shoot it off running it over her stomach."
Raul immediately withdrew his tongue from her snatch.
"You gave me a good idea, Duke," Raul nodded.
"Sure, go ahead, fuck her on the stomach," Duke said.
Raul immediately went to work on her trim stomach. He ran his prick over it several times. He used the same type of quick movements that Marty had brought to bear when he was fucking her tits.
Several strokes into the act, Raul found himself unable to sustain his frenzied activity any longer.
"Oh, this is it, I'm going to juice, I'm going to shoot, oh, oh," he gasped, "here it comes, here comes the juice, I'm juicing on her stomach."
Marty and Duke watched as the juice bolted out of the end of his peter and landed on her stomach. Some of it trickled to the floor, but most of it remained on her body.
Now it was a highly contented Raul who got up from the floor. He zipped up his trousers and joined his friends Duke and Marty in the spectators' section.
"A great fuck," Raul nodded.
"See what a good friend I am," Duke smiled. "I set the whole thing up."
"Man, you're the world's greatest organizer," Raul said. "I wouldn't be in any other gang in East L.A. except yours."
Neither would I," Marty confirmed.
The three of them then watched the unfolding action.
Fraser was continuing to stab his peter deeply into her mouth. Those hips of his were rocking with fantastic delight as he got set to deliver an orgasm in her mouth.
His entire body was quivering with greater excitement than before. He was gasping and panting as he pushed into the final few strokes of his hot screw.
"Oh, get ready, baby, I'm just about ready to plug you," he said. "You other guys get ready too. I want you to shoot when I do."
"As far as I'm concerned, you've been holding up the show," Ray said. "I've been holding off for you. Well, I've just got to shoot off this trigger of mine."
"Same with me," Sam said.
"O.K., brothers, let's all make it together," Fraser said. "Oh, this is it, hang on there, shoot those pricks off, give her lots of juice, guys, give her lots of juice."
Lucy's body quivered as the juice released itself from the head of Fraser's nervous dick.
At that very moment, Sam shot his load in her face. It splashed voluminously as it hit her in the face.
A few moments later, Ray juiced, sending his load into her face, where it landed not far from where Sam's load had hit.
As for Harry and Fats, they were also getting ready to shoot.
When Harry saw all of the juice splattering on her face, he gasped loudly:
"Oh, I'm shooting, shooting," he said.
Most of his load hit the floor, while a little bit of it landed on her forehead.
"Here I go," Fats gasped.
His juices splattered on the side of her face.
She was all wet with sperm, having received heavy loads from the hot men.
Once Fraser removed his dick from her mouth, and she was able to talk, she began panting deliriously.
"You animals, you terrible, rotten animals," she shrieked.
Duke immediately arrived on the scene. He took his knife out his pocket and thrust the blade out. He hied it close to her throat.
"Maybe you've forgotten just who's in charge here," he said. "I don't want you forgetting. Just watch it, damn you. I said you'd get out of here alive, but only if you played your cards right. One more sound and I'll slit your throat."
"But why?" she quieted down dramatically. "Why did you have to do this to me?"
"You are a beautiful chick and we just all wanted to fuck you," he said. "Now here's what we want you to do. You clean up this mess on the floor and put on your clothes. Then you leave this room just like nothing had happened. If you do that, then there won't be any trouble. If you just keep your mouth shut and don't tell a soul about what happened here, everything will be alright. If you breathe a sound of any of this to anybody, so help me we'll kill you."
"He's not bullshitting you, honey," Fraser nodded.
Duke looked around the room. By then everyone had zipped up. They were all ready to leave.
"You guys all ready?" Duke asked.
"All set to go," Raul said.
"Good. Now, baby, you understand everything I just said?" Duke looked at Lucy.
She was still lying on the floor. Her body was trembling. She was covered with hot sperm.
"Yes, I do."
"Good, you're a smart girl," Duke nodded smiling. "You just keep that mouth of yours shut. As long as that pretty mouth remains closed, no trouble is going to happen. You breathe a word of this to anyone, and you're not going to stay alive for very long. We can be mean sonsofbitches when we want to be."
She looked up at them. There was still a good deal of terror in her eyes. She could hardly believe what she had just been through.
"O.K., men, good work," Duke said. "Let's get going."
They filed out of the office slowly.
As the door closed behind them, and they headed down the corridor, Lucy was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. But no sooner did she finish emitting the sigh, than she burst into tears. She made certain that she did not sob loudly. She remembered Duke's threat, and was certain that it was anything but idle.
Yes, she knew that Duke would be capable of anything, murder included. He would be the type of person who could carry out a cold and calculated execution just as easily as he had pulled off the mass rape which she had just been subjected to.
She looked down at her still sore anus and observed the blood.
CHAPTER SIX
Autumn quickly vanished, changing into winter.
At Ridgley High School, Duke's Army continued to be the most feared gang around. Everybody was afraid to cross Duke and his cohorts.
As for Lucy Marlowe, she was never the same following the brutal rape attack which took place in her office that afternoon.
She had maintained complete silence, just as Duke had told her to do. Lucy was convinced that, if she breathed a word to even one soul, her life would hang in the balance.
After that attack, she became so petrified in the classroom that she was scarcely able to teach at all. Every time she looked out at the class and observed either Duke Fraser, or any of the other members of Duke's Army, panic instantly seized her.
When Duke discovered just how profound an impact his group had registered on her psyche, he decided to take advantage of the situation. The entire group began to act up more in class, giving Lucy a hard time.
On two occasions, she burst into tears right in the middle of the class. Some of the class members felt sorry for her, but most of them did precisely what Duke and the members of his Army did-they laughed at her.
Early in December, Lucy resigned her teaching position. She explained to the principal of the school that she was unable to properly discipline a class. She stated that she was just not cut out to be a teacher and that she would fare much better in some other walk of life. She indicated a preference for secretarial work.
At first the principal attempted to talk her out of resigning from the faculty. He told her that many young teachers receive setbacks in the early stages of their teaching careers that discouraged them from wanting to continue teaching. He told her that if she could just stick with teaching for a little while longer, she would be able to weather the storm.
But when he saw how insistent she was about leaving Ridgley High, he acquiesced. He wished her luck, then immediately brought in a new teacher to take her place.
The new instructor was much more strict than Lucy Marlowe. Her name was Jane Stacy. Even though she was new in the school system, she conducted herself with a certain air of confidence that Lucy had lacked.
It was this spark of radiant confidence that she exuded that attracted the principal of Ridgley in the first place. He sought to obtain her services, and succeeded.
Duke and his gang immediately tried to break down her confidence. The moment that Duke saw that characteristic stern look on her face, he decided to accept the challenge and do his best to break down her resistance.
Like Lucy, she was an overpoweringly lovely girl. In her early twenties, she possessed a zestful figure and beautiful face. Her hair was a light brown, and her almond shaped brown eyes carried a sexy glow. It was nothing that she was deliberately striving toward, it was just something that came naturally.
One day during her second week at Ridgley, Duke was needling her in a particularly sharp manner during a class.
"Mr. James, I just ought to tell you that this class isn't being run for your personal convenience," she said sarcastically.
"Gee, you mean I don't get individual training, Teach?" he grinned.
Immediately there were sarcastic chuckles from the other members of his group.
"Oh, aren't you funny," she stared at him angrily. "I will give individual attention to people who merit it, and by that I am talking about students, not goons."
"Why are you calling me a goon?" his eyes flared up.
"Because that's exactly what you are," she said. "You haven't shown one iota of ability in any of your classes. That makes you a goon. Anybody who can sit in the same class day in and day out and do nothing more than crack a few stupid jokes that only your ignorant friends laugh at, has to be a goon by my standards."
"What makes you think you're so smart?"
"I never said that I thought I was that smart, and I wasn't implying it," she said. "What I was saying was that you are a goon, and anybody in his right mind can see that."
This time there were louder laughs, and most of them came from girls in the class.
Duke said nothing, burning his head away in anger and looking out the window. But he bristled with rage, and he became determined to get even with her.
He had thought about having sex with her, just as he had thought about it many times in the case of Lucy before he actually took action.
Now the eagerness within him swelled. He just had to teach this snotty young woman a lesson. Nobody talked like that to Duke James and got away with it. Whereas he had been planning on biding his time and waiting for a short spell before attacking her, his mind was now going to work at an increasingly eager pace.
When he filed out of class for the lunch break, he said to Fraser:
"That broad sure thinks she's a fucking genius."
She sure leveled you, old buddy," Fraser laughed, patting Duke on the shoulder.
"Cut that out," Duke growled.
"Come on, old buddy. So she put you down a little. You made her look bad lots of times with your talking out of turn, so she's just fed up with it."
"No damn dame is going to get away with calling me a goon," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, nobody is going to get away with calling me a goon. I'll make her pay for it, I really will."
"Just what have you got in mind?"
"Remember what we did to Lucy Marlowe?"
"That poor chick," Fraser grinned. "I hear she left here because she couldn't take it."
"Yeah, she couldn't take it because of us. Well, this chick's going to get the same kind of action."
"You are really going to do it to her?"
"We are going to do it to her."
"All of us again?"
"Don't bug me for the details, Fraser. I haven't worked it all out in my mind yet."
"When are you fixing to do this?"
"It's the holiday season, so I want to stay in a festive mood," he smiled. "I figure we owe ourselves that kind of treat."
"I'd sure love to find that gorgeous chick in my Christmas stocking."
"I'll be shoving the bitch into a stocking before I'm through," he growled.
"Say, she really did get to you."
"Damned right she did," he nodded. "And now I'm gonna get to her."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was a few minutes past ten o'clock on a Friday evening.
Duke and Fraser were sitting in the front seat of Duke's trusty Ford Pinto. As was their normal custom on many Friday evenings, they were passing a wine bottle back and forth and getting drunk.
The more that Duke drank, the more profusely the ideas flashed back and forth in his mind.
Jane Stacy was still dominating his thoughts, and he could not get that fixed impression out of his mind of her calling him a goon in front of the entire class. What was even worse, he thought, was that he had been laughed at.
He just had to discipline this young woman. In addition, he felt that he also had to get his hot rocks off inside her. She was beautiful, and he liked the way she was built. He could combine business with pleasure quite easily.
"I wonder how little Sam is doing?" Duke grinned all of a sudden.
"Sam Perry?" Fraser began to laugh.
"What's so goddamn funny?"
"That kid shakes like a leaf every time that we pull off something. I remember when we had that gang fight last week out in back of that warehouse. As soon as the fists and knives started flying, little old Sam headed for the nearest alley."
"That's what I mean. There's no reason to laugh," Duke's voice now took on a more solemn tone. "I don't think it's funny at all. I think we have to help that kid out."
"Aw, so he is chickenshit. He's still not a bad kid," Fraser shrugged philosophically.
That's why he needs the help. If he wasn't a good guy, I wouldn't give a goddamn whether he was chickenshit or not. But he's in my gang because I like him. But I recognize I've got to get him to shape up."
"It would certainly help."
"Think we'll give him a call right now," Duke smiled wryly.
"I've got me a great idea. Something that will give both of us some kicks and teach our friend Sam a lesson."
"Usually when you smile like that, you're thinking about pussy."
"Hell, I'm always thinking about pussy," Duke slapped his pal playfully on the back.
"I mean, when you're smiling like you are now, you're usually thinking about immediate pussy. I mean, like right now, man."
"You know, Fraser, you're a pretty bright cat. You know me pretty well. Sometimes I think you know me as well as I know myself."
"I should. I've been around you enough."
"I'm gonna make me a call. There's a phone booth right over there in the gas station. You sit tight and hang onto this wine bottle. And if you drink up the rest of the goddamn thing, I'm gonna kick that black ass of yours."
They looked at each other and grinned. They both burst into laughter as Duke got out of the car and walked toward the pay phone at the gas station.
He reached Sam Perry. At first Sam's younger brother answered, after which he put Sam on the line.
"Hello, Sam. This is Duke," Duke began.
"Oh, hi, Duke."
"What are you doing right now?"
"My folks are out for the night."
"They're probably doing what Fraser and I are. Getting stoned."
"Could be. Usually they don't come home till about midnight on Friday night."
"So that means you're just sitting around the joint, huh?"
"That and watching my little brother."
"Doesn't sound very exciting."
"It's not."
"I know something real interesting that the three of us can do together-you, me, and Fraser."
"What's that?"
"Certainly you know me better than that, Sam. I don't give this stuff away. I like to keep you guys in a state of suspense. It makes things a lot more fun that way."
"I hope we're not in any trouble or anything," he said, expressing worry.
"There you go getting uptight again," Duke mildly reprimanded him. "You're always shook. I've never seen a guy as uptight as you. Especially a guy who's a member of the toughest gang in East L.A. You ought to just rely on old Duke more than you do. You ought to stop worrying. When I tell you, you don't have anything to worry about, little buddy, then that's just what I mean. Tell you what. Fraser and I will pick you in about twenty minutes."
"But I've got my brother to take care of. If the folks ever came and I wasn't there, I'd really be in trouble," he said worriedly.
"Now there you go getting all uptight again," Duke laughed. "Leave everything to me. Remember, like you said, your folks don't get home till around midnight."
"Sometimes they get home earlier."
"So, if they do, we think up a little story. You tell them a story. It's nothing to get that shook up about, Sam. You get uptight too easy, just like I told you. I'm going to see to it that you break that habit. Now, Fraser and I will be seeing you in just a few minutes. You got it?"
"Yeah, I'll be ready," he said, his voice still indicating worry.
"Now that's better. See you then."
Duke hung up the phone. He nodded appreciatively. Things were going to go his way.
When he got back to the car, he observed Fraser taking a long sip from the wine bottle which he held pressed firmly against his lips.
"Caught you again," Duke laughed, sliding in behind the wheel of the car.
"This stuff kind of grows on a guy."
"I'm hip."
Fraser watched as Duke started up the car.
"Now, put the seal on that thing for a few minutes. I want our little buddy Sam to get a chance to drink some of it," Duke said.
He watched as Fraser put the lid back on the bottle of wine. He slipped it back into the glove compartment of the car.
"Just what are we going to do?" Fraser asked as Duke drove off into the night.
"We're going to pick up little Sam."
"After that?"
"Like I told you," Duke grinned, "we're going to give him some wine."
"O.K., wise guy. I mean after that."
"I'm fixing to have a little date with Jane Stacy, our beautiful and very strict instructor," Duke said, letting heavy sarcasm dip into his voice.
"You've got to be crazy. At this time on a Friday night?"
"The last time you said I was crazy was when we balled with Lucy Marlowe. Didn't that come off beautifully?"
"Yeah, it really did."
"O.K., so now you say I'm crazy again. You're going to have to eat your words a second time, old buddy. But I don't think you'll mind it too much, since you're going to get in a lot of kicks."
"You've got to be some kind of daredevil," he shook his head.
"Yeah, I'm as much of a daredevil, I guess, as our old friend Harry Kilroy, the dragster."
"You're even more of a daredevil than he is," Fraser said. "He leaves his daredevil antics at the track. You have yours with you all the time."
"I guess you're right, now that I think of it," he laughed as he turned the corner.
A few minutes later they arrived in front of Sam Perry's house. Duke honked the horn three times, after which Sam came running out. As was his custom, he looked worried. His head darted back and forth as he looked up and down the block several times, always fearing the worst.
He got into the back seat of the car.
"Fraser, get out that bottle of wine," Duke said, as he sat slumped behind the wheel, relaxing.
"Right on," Fraser nodded, opening up the glove compartment and taking out the bottle, which he promptly handed to Sam.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Sam asked as he held the bottle with uncertainty in his right hand.
"You're supposed to drink it, you little prick," Fraser laughed. "What the fuck you think you're supposed to do with it?"
"Just a little something to wet your lips and make you feel warm inside," Duke said. "Go on, buddy, and have yourself a nice long sip. You're too uptight. I want you a little more relaxed, just like Fraser and me."
"Come on, have some more," Duke prodded.
"Alright," Sam gulped.
This time he took a much longer swig from the bottle after which he passed it back to Fraser.
"That's much better," Duke nodded. "Go ahead, Fraser. You have yourself a sip then pass it to me."
Duke remained silent for the next few seconds, watching his friend Fraser take a generous sip from the wine bottle. Fraser then passed it over to him, and he had a long sip from it.
"O.K., Fraser, put it way," Duke handed the bottle back to Fraser. "Alright, men, we're going to go pay our teacher, Jane, a visit."
"Right now?" Sam's eyes widened with terror. "You really don't mean that, Duke, you really couldn't."
"You never use words like can't or couldn't around me, buddy," Duke said tightly as he started up his car. "We're not only going to visit her. We're going to rape the ever-loving shit out of her."
"That's mighty bold talk, Duke," Fraser said.
"Can't I always back up my talk?" Duke looked at him with complete seriousness.
"As a matter-of-fact, you can."
"Damned right. And I'll back it up this time. And, Sam, you get all shook up and I'm gonna slap your little face for you. I'm determined to bring you out of this dilemma you've got about getting shook about everything. No more of that up tight stuff. You understand?"
"Yeah, I understand," Sam whispered.
"You're gonna have yourself a ball over there, too, Sam," Duke winked.
He sped down the street. He was heading toward the apartment house where Jane Stacy resided.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a modest two story apartment building not far from downtown Los Angeles.
Duke's car remained parked directly across the street from it. They sat and waited, and as they did they finished up the contents of the wine bottle.
Through great persistence, Duke and Fraser managed to talk Sam into having as much of the wine as they did. He began getting a little giddy from its effects.
"How long do we have to wait?" Fraser asked impatiently, looking at Duke.
"I tell you, I've got this whole thing mapped out, unless she's changed the schedule she's followed for the last couple of weeks," Duke said. "She gets home between about ten forty-five and eleven on Friday night. She has been going out with this same dude. Better yet, I guess I'd better call him a sucker."
"Why do you want to call him that?" Sam asked from the back seat.
"I want to call him that because both times he let her off at the curb, gave her a kiss like a guy would be expected to do with his sister, then drove off. I call that a sucker. If I took a broad like that out, you'd better believe I'd score on her the first night."
"What if she jumped out of the car and ran away?" Fraser laughed. "She might be scared off by you, Duke."
"She could try and run away," Duke nodded. "Some of them have. But she just wouldn't make it. I'd grab her and throw her back into the car. No, I get my rocks off if I'd have to tear her clothes off in the car and rape the hell out of her."
"I suppose you would," Fraser confirmed.
They waited until a quarter of ten. At that point, they saw a car turning the corner and driving down the other side of the street. The car came to a halt in front of the apartment building where Jane Stacy lived.
"Yeah, I think we're in luck," Duke's face brightened.
They trained their eyes on the front seat of the car. They observed Jane Stacy get out of the passenger's side. A tall man in his early thirties with spectacles got out on the driver's side.
The man crossed around to the sidewalk. He took Jane's hands, then allowed his head to push slowly forward. He delivered a kiss to her lips.
"How touching," Duke chuckled sarcastically. "The guy looks like he's half afraid just to kiss her. Me, I'd have had her pants off by now. I'd be plugging her with this hot dick of mine."
"Speaking of hot dicks," Fraser said. "Mine is real hot right now. And seeing this gorgeous broad across the street makes it even more that way."
"What are you going to do, Duke? You gonna break into her apartment?" Sam asked, frowning with great worry.
"Stop getting so shook up," Duke laughed. "You worry too much. Now, this guy is going to break that kiss, go back into the car, and drive off. He'll wave to her maybe when he's taking off, and that will be it."
"It's kind of a long kiss," Fraser said. "Maybe the guy's going to get to stay and fuck her."
"I don't think so," Duke shook his head.
Duke was quickly proven correct. The man broke the kiss and walked back into the car. He started it up and drove off. As Jane was just about to enter the building, she turned around and waved at the man, who waved back.
"Didn't I tell you guys?" Duke threw his head back and laughed as he watched the car vanish down the street.
Then he turned and looked first at Fraser and then at Sam.
"O.K., you guys, let's get out of here. We're going to pay the little lady a visit."
"I really don't think we should, Duke, we might get in some real bad trouble," Sam said.
"What did I say about that kind of talk?" Duke looked at him. "You do that one more time and I'm gonna slap that little face of yours, just like I said. Come on now. We're all getting out of here."
They got out of the car and walked into the building. Duke carefully examined the apartment directory, which was just inside the building.
"She's on the second floor," Duke said. "Room two-o-five. Let's go."
Fraser and Sam followed closely behind him, as Duke walked up the stairs. Sam's entire body was trembling. He was even more afraid this time than he had been when they had had sex with Lucy Marlowe.
This was at night, he was well aware, and rather than doing things on the school grounds, they were going right to the apartment of their victim.
Fraser was a little bit self-conscious about the operation himself. Even though his huge black cock was bulging with anticipation, and he would have liked nothing better than to get his rocks off inside Jane Stacy, he remained fearful about the whole thing. He recognized what a calculated risk they were taking, in attempting to force their way into her apartment. The one thing Fraser feared was noise. That would attract the attention of neighbors.
They finally arrived in front of apartment two-o-five.
"Just let me handle this in the beginning," Duke said. "You other two guys hide off to the side. I don't want her to see you when she opens the door."
Fraser and Sam did just as Duke told them, hiding off in the wings. Their eyes remained focused on him curiously as he rang the doorbell.
"Who is it?" they heard the voice of Jane Stacy ask curiously from inside the apartment.
"I'd like to talk to you, Miss Stacy."
"Just who is it? Your voice sounds familiar."
"Yes, this is one of your students. This is Duke James."
"What do you want?" the voice turned cold.
"I've just got to talk to you. I'm sorry to be bothering you, but this is urgent, real urgent."
"Can't it wait? I don't like being disturbed in my own apartment."
"Please. It will just take a minute."
"Can't it wait until Monday?"
"No, it really can't," Duke put a great deal of urgency into his voice. "If you don't want me to come in, I'll talk to you in the hall here. But I need to talk to you, I really do."
"Well, I was getting ready for bed. Just a minute."
Duke heard footsteps. A few seconds later the door opened.
Things were better than he could have anticipated. Jane Stacy was clad in an aqua robe. Apparently, she had been getting ready for bed.
"Gee, sorry to disturb you like this, Miss Stacy, I really am," Duke said.
"Get on with it Duke. I'm very tired, I've had a busy day, and I would very much like to get this over with."
"I really don't know how to start," he scratched his head.
"Well, if you don't, I certainly don't. You aren't making any more sense than you usually do in the classroom. If you can't communicate, if you can't tell me what it is you want to see me about, then I'm going back into that apartment and closing the door. I don't plan on standing in this hallway with my robe on all night."
Fraser and Sam were listening to the conversation with concern. They could not see either Duke or Jane since they were hiding near the stairs away from the view of Jane.
"O.K., since you want me to come out with it, that's exactly what I'll do. I'm going into that apartment of yours with you and you're going to love every second of it," he said in his most confident voice.
Before she had a chance to say anything, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his trusty knife. He pushed the button and the blade came sallying forth. Her eyes mushroomed with fear, and she appeared ready to cry out for help.
"I wouldn't open that pretty mouth of yours, if I were you, baby, because if you do I'm going to slit that throat of yours," Duke said.
He slipped the edge of the knife against her throat, clearly conveying his message. She stood frozen woodenly in the hallway.
"Come on, let's go inside, and when I say I want no noise, that's exactly what I mean," Duke commanded. "Come on, Fraser and Sam. I'm expecting you both to join me."
Fraser and Sam walked quickly toward the door. They observed Miss Stacy for the first time in her robe. Her eyes wore the same look of wide terror that had been present in Lucy Marlowe the day that they raped her in her office.
"Come on now, honey, let's go inside that apartment," Duke said. "If you don't make any noise, you won't get hurt."
A trembling and nervous Jane Stacy walked into the apartment. Duke was stationed right behind her. Now, his knife was pressing against her back, just reminding her that she faced grave difficulties if she in any way crossed him.
Fraser and Sam followed a few steps behind Duke. Sam looked almost as scared as Jane did.
"We're all going to have a real good time," Duke said as they got inside. "Fraser, would you lock that door."
"Consider it done, Duke," Fraser nodded.
Fraser slipped the bolt into the door. He looked down between his legs and observed his huge pecker. It was in need of action.
CHAPTER NINE
"Let's march in the bedroom," Duke said confidently, still pressing the knife against Jane's back. "I like the fact that you got all ready for us. That robe looks nice and sexy. What have you got on underneath it?"
"Just my underwear," she said cautiously.
"Hey, that sounds real nice. We'll get to see you in your panties and bra," Duke laughed.
She walked slowly into the bedroom. They walked behind her.
Once they got inside the bedroom, Duke looked over at Fraser.
"Fraser, old buddy, why don't you undo that bed?"
"That sounds like a real groovy idea," Fraser nodded.
Duke watched Fraser begin to undo the bed. Then, his eyes shifted toward his victim. He backed up several steps, continuing to hold the knife menacingly toward her, but permitting a little distance to develop between them.
"O.K., honey, get that robe off," Duke said.
With great reluctance, she removed the robe. She threw it down on top of the bed.
Duke's prick bulged with great anticipation, as he got a look at her beautiful body. She had on nothing but her panties and bra. Her breasts were firm and voluptuous, just like those of Lucy Marlowe. Her legs were trim, and she had a well shaped buttocks.
"O.K., baby, finish the job," Duke said. "Take off everything."
"Do I really have to?" she looked at him mercifully..
"You're goddamn right you do," he abruptly shot back.
By that time Fraser had finished getting the bed in order. He picked up her robe and placed it on a chair not far away. As she undid her bra, Fraser undid his zipper, pulling out his hard fleshy dick. He looked over at Sam who was ogling her from the distance.
"O.K., get that cock of yours out, Sam," Fraser said. "Play with it, get it ready for some hot action."
"Good idea," Duke nodded, continuing to watch her carefully. "Unzip, Sam. Start jacking off. I want to get you ready to fuck her."
Duke's own cock continued to bulge with ever heightening anticipation. She removed her bra, tossing it casually to the floor. Duke's eyes practically popped out from the excitement attached to looking at those beautiful breasts.
"O.K., baby, now all we need to do is have you take off your panties," Duke said. "Then we can see everything, even your juicy cunt."
With great reluctance and with trembling fingers, Jane Stacy removed her panties. She stepped out of them cautiously, her eyes looking uncomfortably at first Duke, then Fraser, and finally, Sam. She did not like the idea of exposing herself in front of three of her students.
"O.K., that's good," Duke grinned. "O.K., Sam, go and get her. I want you to fuck her. Go ahead, baby, I want you to lie down in the middle of that bed. You just lie down there, Jane baby, and spread those legs. I want you to make a very inviting target for little Sam."
At that point Sam gulped. He now knew precisely what Duke had in store for him.
Jane eased her body into the bed. As she lay there, her body trembled.
"Relax, honey, and spread those legs. You do what Duke tells you, because he's holding a knife on you," Duke said.
She spread her legs and the three of them got a good look at her inviting mound and her brown cunt hairs.
Sam was both afraid and hot. His cock was throbbing eagerly, and he would have liked to fuck her. But he didn't like the circumstances under which such an act would take place, what with his friend Duke holding a knife on Jane.
"O.K., Sam, go to it," Duke commanded. "Go to work, old boy, fuck her."
Sam walked slowly toward the bed. He climbed inside. He looked into his victim's terror stricken eyes.
"Go ahead, old buddy, kiss her, kiss her a few times, warm her up, play with her pussy while you're kissing her," Duke said.
He took a deep breath, then lunged forward, allowing his lips to meet firmly with hers. They were both trembling, and Sam was breathing heavily, but he allowed the kiss to remain for several long seconds.
"Now reach out with that right hand of yours and play with her nest," Fraser said. "Come on, Sam, play with her pussy. Get real wild, man, take a few chances, let yourself go, let it all hang out."
Now he was doing precisely what they wanted him to. He was letting those fingers work their way inside her mound. He played with her pussy teasingly, while his lips remained pressed against hers.
"Now French her, Sam, give her a hot French kiss," Duke said.
He watched with great delight, continuing to hold the knife out in her direction to intimidate her, as Sam first removed his lips from hers, then let his tongue plunge inside her mouth.
Now his fingers were moving at a brisker rate than before as they played with the inside of her snatch. He loved running his fingers over her cuntal petals, which were becoming moist from the activity, even though she did not like what was happening to her.
His tongue splashed against hers for several long seconds, and as they Frenched, his heart began to beat pulsatingly. As for his cock, it became hotter and more eager than ever standing out there throbbingly. It was stiff and ready for action.
"O.K., plug her, old boy, fuck her, fuck that cunt of hers, take those fingers out of her pussy and throw your cock into gear," Duke encouraged.
Now Duke's prick was getting so long and hot that he could hardly stand it. He knew he would have to be shooting off his rocks very soon.
He took a look over at Fraser, who was jerking up and down on his black pecker with ever heightening anticipation.
"O.K., Sam shove that dick into her," Duke said.
He watched as Sam withdrew his tongue from her mouth. Suddenly Sam was beginning to feel like a new person. Now that he was making love to his teacher, many of his fears were vanishing.
He removed his fingers from her pussy, then let his hot prick stab zealously inside her twat.
"That's it, you're in her, old boy, you're in that pussy," Fraser said excitedly.
"Go to it, Fraser, feed her your cock," Duke said.
"I would like a good blow job," Fraser said.
"Well, there's no reason why you can't have it," Duke said. "Just get in the bed and sit on your knees. Just feed her that big cock of yours. She ought to really like that. As a matter-of-fact, ram it down her throat, just like you did with Lucy. That will give her some extra satisfaction while she's getting the cunt action from Sam."
"That's a genius of a suggestion," Fraser grinned.
While Sam began gathering momentum, driving his hot prick with ever accelerating diligence inside her pussy, Fraser maneuvered his body into place.
His spread his legs out and pointed his cock just above her mouth.
"I'm going to plug that beautiful mouth of yours, honey," he grinned.
Her eyes widened once more with terror as she watched him shove his huge pecker downward into her mouth. She wanted to resist, but she recognized that she would more than likely be a dead girl if she did.
He throat fucked her diligently, ramming his hot pecker high and hard into her mouth. He shoved it into her as deeply as it would go, flipping his hips back and forth rapidly just as he had done with Lucy Marlowe.
As for Sam, he was now beautifully adjusting to what was going on. While his prick continued stabbing relentlessly inside her snatch, he allowed his fingers to roam with great excitement over her creamy, magnificently endowed breasts.
As he stabbed her, he began to feel the itch magnifying in his cock and balls. He recognized that it would not be long before he shot his pecker off inside her.
He kept on driving that dick of his into her brutally, and as he did, Fraser continued shoving his cock deeply into her mouth. Back and forth those hips rocked as Fraser found himself pushing closer to orgasm.
Fraser would have preferred moving at a slower pace, but he had been very horny from the start of the evening. Now that he had a meaningful outlet for sexual release, there was no holding him back. He would just have to shoot off those rocks.
"Oh, I'm going to shoot if off, get ready, I'm going to fuck you in the mouth, honey," Fraser called out.
Duke watched with great interest as he observed the hot white semen shooting voluminously out of the end of Fraser's hot pecker.
Fraser shuddered with great excitement as the juices spilled out of him. They flooded the mouth of his victim, who gulped and choked several times on the hot load.
Duke watched as droplets of white juicy cum rolled out the sides of her mouth. For a moment he thought that she would gag on Fraser's stupendous orgasm.
Fraser withdrew his cock from her mouth. She shook her head dizzily as she continued receiving hot stabs from Sam's penis.
"Look at little Sam go now," Fraser laughed as he put his prick back into his pants.
"I know, he's really getting there," Duke nodded.
As Sam reached the final stages preceding orgasm, Duke unzipped his own trousers and pulled out his throbbing prick. He moved his fingers up and down over his cock, ready to receive his own kicks when the time arrived.
"Fuck her, Sammy boy, fuck her, shoot those juices into her twat," Duke encouraged.
As Sam drew ever closer, he pressed his lips forward, allowing them to plunge against hers. While his lips were pressed eagerly against those of his victim, and while his fingers maneuvered briskly over her breasts, he sent his razor-like spear stabbing into her several more times.
While Duke and Fraser watched, he let out a loud prolonged gasp. At that point the hot white juice spilled out of the end of his big dick. It flooded her cunt.
"Not bad, Sam, not bad at all," Duke complimented his once scared friend as Sam withdrew his penis from her mound.
"Now it's my turn," Duke grinned, holding the knife in one hand and pumping up and down on his huge dong with the other.
"Get out of that bed, you lousy little cunt, and come on over here."
Jane got up from the bed, walking toward where he was standing.
"Get down on your knees," he snapped. "Any broad who calls me a goon needs to learn a lesson. You're going to learn yours by sucking my cock while you're on your knees. I'm going to make you my servant girl, feed you my dick when you're on your knees."
She dropped down to her knees, her eyes still staring in the direction of that shiny knife that he held out before her.
He moved forward a couple of steps, holding his cock in his hand.
"O.K., honey, you suck this thing, and this time you'd better hang onto every drop of juice," he warned her. "I don't want you losing any of my precious hot stuff."
He turned his hand loose from his cock and watched as she began sucking up and down on him. He moved his body forward, making certain that he stabbed her deeply with his prick.
He used his now free hand to tug at her hair. He pulled on it periodically, enjoying the act of providing her with pain while he simultaneously demonstrated to her who was boss.
Her tongue moved back and forth with great rapidity. She hated the idea of sucking him so badly that she wanted to get it over with as fast as possible. Not only that, but she did not like the painful experience of him tugging on her hair.
"Hang on, I'm just about there," Duke said.
Now his body was trembling as he got set to shoot off his rocks. He had become very hot watching Sam and Fraser fuck her, and now he was set to unleash his juices.
"Oh, that's it, catch it all, you'd better catch every drop," he warned her as the cum began to gush out of the end of his prick.
To teach her a lesson, he held onto her hair tightly, hurting her, while the juice was spilling into her mouth. He wanted to let her know at all costs that she would have to swallow his load.
With great difficulty, she stuck with his load and swallowed every drop. It made her so sick that she wanted to throw up.
"Very good," he nodded, as he withdrew his cock from her mouth.
He quickly zipped up. He thrust the knife forward, letting it come to rest just under her chin.
"Now, I'm warning you, if you say one word about any of this, so help me I'll kill you," Duke said. "Remember, there are eight members of this gang in all and we don't take any crap from anybody. If you want to stay alive, you'll never say anything about this. We're not going to hurt you again, unless you try and hurt us. You understand?"
She nodded slowly.
"Let's go, guys," Duke said.
She watched as they left the apartment. Then she crawled out of the bed and began to sob unrestrainedly.
She could still see the steely blade of Duke's knife coming to rest against her throat.
CHAPTER TEN
The beautiful brunette exuded a coppery glow as she walked toward the beach house.
The mid-afternoon breeze scattered her stunning coal black hair as she walked. She had on a white bikini that glowed radiantly against the rays of the afternoon sun.
While Mona Gibson walked toward the beach house which she utilized on weekends, she was oblivious to what was going on around her.
The young teacher had enjoyed a stimulating swim, and had picked up even more of a suntan than she had previously sported. She enjoyed the weekend excursions away from the tense atmosphere of school, and she particularly liked the warm inviting sunshine. Now that spring was in full bloom, she was spending practically every weekend there.
Duke and three of his friends were standing on a ledge not far away. A few feet from where they stood, Harry Kilroy's sports car was parked.
Duke had suggested that they take a drive out to Malibu. He told them that he had something very interesting for them to see.
Mona Gibson was one of the better looking instructors who arrived on the scene at Ridgley High School in the spring semester. She wore mini skirts and possessed a strikingly firm body fastened onto her tall frame. Now that they were staring at her in a bikini for the first time, the magnificence of that body became even more apparent.
The only member of the group who had seen her previously under those circumstances was Duke, their leader, who had brought them there. In addition to Harry, Fraser and Sam Perry were along. All of them sported erections from looking at her.
Didn't I tell you she was stacked?" Duke smiled.
"Hell, we could see that at school," Fraser said. "I knew from the first time I set eyes on that chick that she was stacked."
"But you can see a little more when she's wearing a bikini," Duke said. "That's what really tells the story. If a gal's the least bit flabby, it's going to show in a bikini."
"That's right," Harry Kilroy nodded. "This chick's got it all together."
"We're in real luck today," Duke nodded. "Last weekend she had some dude in there with her. Same thing two weeks before."
"How many times have you been out here, Duke?" Sam Perry asked.
"A few times," he shrugged. "I've just been casing the place. When I saw that chick, I figured we just had to score. She has guys over here quite a bit. That makes her a lot more of a swinger than Lucy or Jane."
"Then maybe we won't even have to force her to do it with us," Fraser laughed.
"Don't be stupid," Duke said. "After all, she is a teacher, and on top of that, she's the type of gal who'd want to be wooed by some dude before she let him stick his meat into her. Well, I don't go for that jazz. When I want to fuck, I want to fuck, and that's why we're here."
"You want to make it with her now?" Harry grinned.
"That's the general idea."
"I'm all for it," Harry said. "I could stand to get my rocks off in something like that."
"Then let's go pay her a visit," Duke grinned.
By that time the entire gang was learning to rely on every word that Duke said. At first they had thought his ideas were crazy concerning rape activities, but with two successes, with Lucy and Jane under their belts, they were a lot more willing than ever to trust his judgment implicitly.
They walked quickly toward the back entrance to her beach house. They observed the green drapes drawn against the sliding glass door.
"You guys just let me take care of everything," Duke said as they walked along the sand, quickly approaching the back beach house. "When I want you to do something, I'll tell you."
They reached the back entrance and Duke rapped his knuckles several times against the pane of glass.
"Who is it?" he heard her voice call gingerly from the distance.
He could hear water running.
"I'll bet she's in the shower, we lucked out," Duke whispered.
Then he spoke up, answering her:
"I have a package to deliver. Special delivery for Miss Mona Gibson."
"Can't you just leave it?"
At that point Duke decided to try the glass door. He thought that there was always a chance that she had not locked it. After all, it was broad daylight and she had just come in from taking a delightful swim in the Pacific Ocean.
He slowly tried the door. It was unlocked.
"We're in luck," he whispered. "Let's go."
He slid the door cautiously open. He allowed his friends to enter the house stealthily. Then he called out to her.
"Yes, I can leave the package for you, "he said loudly.
He wanted to put her at ease.
"Oh, thank you," she laughed. "Now I won't have to get out of the shower."
"Glad to do anything to help," Duke said, grinning.
He walked in last. He closed the sliding glass door.
"I'll lead the way into the bathroom," he winked.
"Sure, save the first kicks for yourself," Fraser said.
"No, I've got to scare the shit out of her," Duke said, "to make things easier for the rest of us."
Mona relaxed in the shower, letting the chilling water splash refreshingly against her naked body.
She closed her eyes and hummed a tune as she soaped down her face. Then she adjusted the water, making it a little warmer.
She let the water splash against her face, rinsing off the soap.
As she continued humming, and began to soap down her breasts, she heard the sound of footsteps. Her head looked toward the door. She wondered if perhaps she was merely imagining things.
Mona soon found out that it was anything but her imagination. The door suddenly flung open, and Duke walked inside.
"Duke James, what are you doing here?" her eyes widened with fear as she looked at him.
"I brought some friends along," he grinned. "We're just going to have a little fun."
What do you mean by that? You get out of here."
"I don't plan to take any backtalk from you," Duke said curtly.
He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out his knife. He opened it and she found herself staring into his intimidating steely blade.
"Now, you be a good girl and shut off that water," he said. "I want you to get out of that tub and dry yourself off. You look absolutely gorgeous, honey. I'm glad I caught you in the act."
"I don't like the sound of your voice," she said timidly. "I hope you're not going to try anything."
"You'll be finding out soon enough," Duke said. "Now, shut off that water."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Duke smiled with great pride as he entered the bedroom with beautiful and naked Mona Gibson.
He watched with great interest as her tightly constructed ass cheeks swayed from side to side as she walked.
He looked forward with great interest to his third teacher victim. He thought about Lucy, and how she had become so terrorized by what had occurred that she quit teaching altogether. Jane had not reacted quite that tragically. She was still teaching at Ridgley, but every time that she came into contact with Duke or any of the members of his gang, she seemed to tighten up. She had sealed her mouth, telling no one about what had happened.
Now, he looked forward to thrusting his peter inside beautiful Mona. He liked the suntanned coppery glow of her beautiful body. She was a tall girl, built just like a swimsuit model.
He looked down at the bed, noticing that she had not bothered to make it that morning.
"Well, it's all ready for us," Duke smiled, continuing to hold the knife on her.
"I wanted to get out early and swim," she said. "I just didn't bother."
"No need to apologize to us," Duke laughed.
The other members of the gang stood several feet away. They ogled her with great anticipation, just waiting for Duke to give them a word. They wanted to tear their cocks inside her relentlessly.
"O.K., you guys might as well unzip and start jacking off," Duke said. "The little lady is going to be ready to give us all the sex we need."
"I'm just warning you that one of my boyfriends is coming over her," she said.
"Good, then he can watch us fuck you," Duke laughed. "Don't think you can scare us off that way. If he shows up when we're here, then that's his problem, not ours."
"Please don't try anything like this," she pleaded.
"Look, honey, I've been watching this house for several weeks. You always manage to get in a little balling over the weekend. I've seen several guys come in this place."
"Just because they come in here and they're friends of mine, doesn't mean that I go to bed with them," she said, miffed by Duke's insinuations.
"Bullshit," Duke laughed. "I know better than that, and so do you. Don't insult my intelligence by talking to me that way."
Fraser, Harry and Sam all had their cocks out. They were running their fingers up and down briskly.
"I sure like that nice tanned skin," Fraser laughed.
"We're all going to get a shot at this beautiful bod of hers, so don't worry about a thing," Duke said. "Now, honey, I want you to get inside that bed and lie down on your back. If you don't give us any trouble, then everything will work out just fine for you. If you do, this knife is going to go to work and you're going to be nothing more than a beautiful little corpse. You got me?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Now that's a real smart girl. You just listen to Duke and climb into bed, honey."
She did precisely what he told her. She reclined inside the bed, awaiting nervously the action.
Fraser had drawn the drapes shortly after they entered the bedroom. They swayed slightly from the ocean breeze. The breeze coupled with the beautiful coppery body which lay before them caused to get all of the young men agitated. They wanted to fuck and wanted to do it right away.
"Hey, Fraser, do you think that's good eating stuff?" Duke grinned, pointing down toward her black pubic bush and the juicy triangle that rested beneath it.
"You're fucking right it is," Fraser nodded, continuing to pump enthusiastically on his prick.
"Then go down there and eat it," Duke said.
"Don't mind if I do. I can stand to get me a little lunch."
"How about you, Harry? How'd you like to have this beautiful young lady suck your cock?" Duke asked.
"What do you think?" Harry Kilroy laughed.
"Go to it, old boy. Just stand at the edge of the bed and feed her your dick. Now, honey, I want you to do just what I tell you. You understand that?"
"Yes, she whispered, by then thoroughly intimidated by Duke and his knife.
"Good. Glad we understand each other. I want you to suck Harry's dick. You're going to love it, because you'll be getting it at the same time that old Fraser is going to work on your snatch."
Mona had always hated going down on a man. She had only done it twice, and both times only after a good deal of coaxing had been done by the man. Also, on those occasions, she had really liked the person with whom she had been doing it. She did not like anything about these sarcastic, wild eyed young punks from the school. She had heard a great deal about Duke's Army, but little had she realized that they were capable of even raping an instructor.
But that knife remained in Duke's hand, and she knew that he was only too willing to use if the situation should arise.
So as Larry stood at the side of the bed, running his fingers up and down his anxious dick, she decided she would have to follow through with things and please him.
As for Fraser, he manipulated his body into bed with her. He parted her legs gingerly with his huge, strong fingers, then put those same fingers to work inside her box.
He rammed them over her pussy teasingly, cutting through the thicket of black pubic hair for his objective, her red inviting gash.
Back and forth he worked those fingers, and while he was doing that, Harry was starting to feed her his huge cock.
"That's it, take it away from me, suck my dick," Harry said.
Duke watched with great satisfaction as Mona ran her tongue up and down his huge spear. Harry's face was alive with joy and a triumphant smile filled it.
While she slid her tongue up and down his hard rod, Fraser was continuing to let his fingers run enthusiastically over her mound.
"Go down on her, Fraser, you've got her warm enough, now put that tongue to work on her," Duke said.
"Think I will," Fraser nodded. "Think I'll put those teeth of mine to work on her snatch. I'll get that clit of hers all steamed up for action."
"Go to it, old boy," Duke encouraged.
The longer that Duke watched, the hotter he became. He recognized that his major problem would be holding back his orgasm until everyone else had had a chance to shoot. He wanted to save his orgasm for the last. He wanted to save his fuck for the very end of the session.
Now Fraser was letting his teeth go to work on her clitoris. Duke watched her entire body sway with rhythmic excitement as he let his teeth manipulate skillfully over her clit.
He kept that up for a while, after which he decided to put his tongue to work inside her nest. While he was letting that tongue maneuver briskly over her, he let his right index finger plunge inside her anus. He stabbed her asshole with relentless zeal while he let his tongue glide skillfully inside her box.
When he began providing the great stimulation to her, she started to work her tongue around Harry's prick faster than she had been doing it before. She wanted to get the whole terrible session over with. But she could not help but feel a certain amount of stimulation, in spite of her feelings, from Fraser's authoritative tongue as he glided it around inside her now moist pussy.
She exploded once, causing Fraser to push ahead once more, thrusting his tongue with the same kind of anxiety he had put forward previously.
While that was happening, she was throwing Harry into the final stages of pre-orgasmic stimulation.
"Keep it up, baby, keep on sucking that cock, suck out all my juice, it's going to be there soon, I'm going to be fucking you in the mouth soon," he said.
A few seconds later, Fraser received his second load of pussy. He was ramming his finger high into her asshole when the juice spilled out of her.
As for Harry, he was all set to explode. He let out a lengthy sigh, and then the hot white juice shot out of the end of his cock.
Duke and Sam watched with great interest as the white liquid spilled into her mouth.
She wanted to spit it out, but she recognized that her young antagonists would probably not like that. As a consequence, she swallowed every drop of the gooey cum.
Once Harry withdrew his cock from her mouth, Fraser took his mouth, Fraser took his finger out of her asshole and his tongue out of her pussy.
"Now I've just got to get this black cock off," Fraser said pointing down at his huge erection.
"Why don't you fuck her in the cunt?" Duke said.
"Yeah, that's where the action is," Fraser grinned.
He looked at his victim, who looked away. She did not want to have his pecker inside her, but she recognized that she was helpless to do anything to prevent it.
Soon he was grinding those hips of his enthusiastically as he let his huge cock enter inside her snatch.
He thrust it into her so fast and so hard that it hurt her. She let out a few groans, and was just barely able to suppress a cry of pain.
"Oh, what a good grind you are, baby. Do I ever love fucking you," Fraser said.
That huge elongated prong continued to thrust with great excitement inside her mound. Fraser was so hot that he could not hold back the floodtide for very long.
No more than two minutes after he started grinding his prick inside her, it exploded, unleashing a hot supply of juice inside her nest.
"Great work, Fraser, now it's your turn, Sam," Duke said.
Sam had been standing in the background jerking on his dick. He was eager for the opportunity.
"Yeah, you're ready," Duke smiled as he saw the length of Sam's spear.
"That's the way to do it," Fraser said, as he got up from the bed. "Don't give her even a second to rest. Just keep the action going."
"I'll bet she's never had this many thrills this fast in her whole fucking life," Duke laughed.
Sam immediately went to work. This time he exhibited much greater confidence than on the occasion when he fucked with Jane.
"Look at this little man, he's really growing up," Fraser chuckled.
"He certainly is. I taught him all he knows," Duke laughed.
With great satisfaction, Duke watched Sam go to work. He thrust his tongue inside his victim's mouth, Frenching with her enthusiastically. While tongue splashed against tongue, he thrust his big dick forward, entering her.
He maneuvered his hips almost as skillfully as Fraser. He thrust his prick into her time and again, tearing into her with relentless zeal.
He reached out, and allowed his fingers to squeeze her tits while he was in the act of fucking.
He finally released his tongue from her mouth, leaving himself in a practically breathless state. He then started panting eagerly as he quickly moved toward climax.
"Just keep on fucking her, Sam, you're almost there," Duke said.
Mona was becoming dizzy from all the action. On top of that, her pussy was beginning to hurt her from the brutal and savage stabs that had been sent inside it.
"Oh, I'm there, this is it," Sam announced.
The three of them watched with great interest as Sam's juice shot out of his dick and into her snatch.
"O.K., Sam old boy, gang way, because it's time to let old Duke get a shot at her," Duke said.
Duke waited until Sam got up from the bed. He had a contented look on his face as he walked back and joined his two similarly contented friends, who had also experienced great satisfaction from Mona.
"Fraser, I want you to hold this knife," Duke said. "I want you to cover me while I'm fucking her."
"Be glad to," Fraser nodded, walking toward Duke.
He took the knife out of Duke's hands, brandishing it as Duke finally unzipped his trousers. He had left everything until the last moment.
Mona watched as he pumped up and down on his rigid dong. He wanted to exercise his dock for several moments before putting it into action.
"This time you're going to get your ass fucked," Duke grinned.
"Please, not that," she sobbed. "I've never had it that way before. Haven't you guys done enough to me already? Can't you get your kicks just by doing it to me the same way your friends did?"
"No, I'm dead set on fucking that asshole," Duke said. "I got the urge when I saw my buddy Fraser sticking his finger into it. It looked so damned enticing that I just couldn't resist it."
He got into bed with her. He thrust his right index finger into her asshole, pumping back and forth with it, as he provided himself with more stimulation. He liked its tightness, and he could hardly wait to shove his meaty prong inside it.
While the rest of the members of the gang watched with great interest, Duke finally released his finger from her asshole.
"Get ready for the fuck of your life," he said, reaching out and slapping her ass cheeks, making a crackling sound which caused his cock to vibrate all the more enthusiastically.
Now, he was intent upon screwing her. The formalities had been gotten out of the way and he wanted to get into the actual screwing session.
He clutched her ass cheeks with his meaty paws, holding onto them tightly as he ground his huge penis inside her asshole.
"Oh, it hurts," she shrieked.
"Not so loud, baby, you do that again, and I'm just liable to cut that little throat of yours," Fraser warned, holding the knife menacingly. "Like Duke said, we don't want any noise at all."
"You listen to Fraser, baby, you listen to him good," Duke said. "I'm going to grind this cock inside you, and you're going to like it. If it hurts, then you keep your mouth shut. If you're going to suffer, you suffer inside, you don't make any noise, because if you do, you've had it."
He thrust his huge dick into her deeper and deeper, driving himself to the very depths of his passion.
He tore into her relentlessly, and as he did, he continued to grip her ass cheeks fervently with his fingers.
He decided that it might give him even more satisfaction if he removed his right hand from her ass cheek and put it to work elsewhere.
He did so, letting his fingers go to work inside her pussy. He wanted to play with her there, to toy with her moist snatch while he continued tearing his prick inside her anus.
He could feel the juicy cum of his friend inside that hot box as he played with it. All the while he continued hammering her relentlessly with his savage cock.
"I'm gonna shoot it off, baby, and I'm gonna unload inside you," he laughed.
"Fuck that asshole, fuck it good, baby," Fraser said.
A few blistering strokes later he unleashed his juices inside her. After that everything was still.
She felt that meaty spear being removed from her anus. She was sore both in her asshole and her cunt, from the severe stabbings to which she had been subjected from no less than three cocks.
Her body was trembling, and tears surfaced in her eyes. She sobbed, but was doing her best to make certain that she didn't make any noise in the process.
"You can cry all you want, when we're gone, honey, but don't cry when we're here," Duke grinned, "because it just doesn't make us feel right. You should be happy getting that kind of sex from us. Fraser, you can give me back the knife now."
Fraser handed Duke the knife. Duke took the knife, simultaneously, putting his peter back into his pants and zipping us.
"O.K., honey, I'm going to tell you something and I want you to listen," Duke said, standing before the bed and thrusting the knife menacingly toward her.
He let it come to rest along her throat.
"If you want to stay alive, you won't mention a thing about any of this to anybody. If you do, Duke's Army will take care of you fast, do you understand me?"
"Yes," she whispered between sobs.
She reached toward her right eye with her right hand and rubbed it.
"Now we'll be going. Thanks for a great time," Duke said.
She continued to lie in the bed as they left. Her body was as stiff as a board.
Once she heard the door close, she burst violently into tears. She hated them, she hated everything about them, but what was worse was that she was so fearful of what they might do to her, that she recognized she could not confide in anybody.
She looked over at the clock and realized that her boyfriend Tom would be driving over to her place, if he was not already on his way. She hoped that she could reach him at his apartment before it was too late. She could not risk having him find her like this. He would immediately know what had happened.
She picked up the phone and quickly dialed it. He answered on the fourth ring.
"Tom?" she began, doing her best to sound cheerful and confident.
"Yes,. You don't sound so good, baby. I was just getting ready to leave. As a matter-of-fact, I had just opened the door when the phone rang."
"Well, Tom, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't."
"How come? I was bringing a steak over for us to bar-b-q."
"Something came up at the last minute. I'm sorry I couldn't call you earlier. I know this is awfully short notice, but that's the way it's got to be."
"What is it?"
"Oh, my uncle just flew in from Dallas. My folks just called to say that they expect me over for dinner. It's just something I can't get out of. I'm very sorry, Tom. I'll call you early next week. Honest I will."
"I hope this just isn't a tactful way of giving a guy the brush off," Tom said.
"Honest it isn't, Tom," she said urgently. "I just can't do it, that's all. I've got to be over at my folks' place. I'm very sorry."
"O.K., if that's the way it's got to be."
"I'm sorry, there's just no other way. Like I said, I'll call you early next week, probably Monday."
"O.K., honey, I'll be expecting to hear from you then," he said with obvious disappointment.
"Thanks, Tom. You're a dear. Goodbye now."
"Goodbye," Tom said.
She hung up the phone and burst into tears once more. It was terrible what they had done to her.
At that very moment, the gang was heading back toward Los Angeles.
"So, how did the session go, guys?" Duke grinned.
"It couldn't have been any better," Harry said from his position behind the wheel of the car. "She gave me a blow job that I will never forget."
"We sure as hell scared the begesus out of her with that knife," Sam Perry said.
"Hey, little man, you're getting to be quite a cocksman," Fraser said.
"I guess I'm in good company," Sam grinned. "Besides, like Duke said, he taught me everything that I know."
"Actually, I was just kidding," Duke smiled. "You taught yourself quite a bit. No fooling. I was just around to help a little."
"Life's a regular blast around you, Duke," Fraser said.
"No, it's really getting to be a challenge," Duke said. "Every semester we get a new crop of teachers, and quite a few of them have been groovy."
"You're not kidding," Harry said.
"When they're groovy, that creative mind of mine goes to work right away. I just keep thinking and thinking about ways to fuck them," Duke said. "And naturally, since you guys are my friends, I want to include you in on the action."
"Got anybody else in mind?" Harry asked enthusiastically.
"We don't have to go on to another one quite this fast," Fraser laughed.
"No, Harry's got a point. As a matter-of-fact, Harry, there is somebody else. What do you guys think of that new French teacher?"
"I know I'd like to French with her," Fraser laughed, precipitating laughter from everyone.
"Just maybe you'll get the chance," Duke said calmly.
"You mean to say you're thinking about a gang bang with Paula Smith?" Harry Kilroy's eyes perked up.
"That's exactly what I was thinking about," Duke said. "But just keep those eyes of yours on the road. I don't want to get you so excited that you forget where you are and jack off instead of keeping your hands on that wheel."
"Yeah, we've got to get home in one piece before we can get ourselves another piece," Fraser chuckled.
"You guys haven't seen anything yet," Harry said. "We're on an open stretch of highway, and I think I'll open up."
"Just what do you mean by open up?" Fraser asked.
"I mean like one hundred or more."
"Isn't that kind of fast?" Sam Perry asked.
"Hell no," Harry said. "Duke, just watch out for cops, will you?"
"I will," Duke nodded. "Come on, Harry, give us all a thrill."
Harry Kilroy slammed his foot down hard on the accelerator and they took off. They zoomed down the highway at better than one hundred miles an hour.
Duke sat back and relaxed. He liked living dangerously, and that was one of the big reasons why he thought so much of Harry Kilroy.
Duke preferred flirting with danger, whether it came to women or cars.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Paula Smith was young and vulnerable, a teacher who was in her first year.
She was shy by nature, and as a result of her introverted personality, wanted very much to be accepted. It was difficult for her to assume the initiative in communicating with people, but once others took the offensive, she was more than happy.
A striking redhead with a superb figure, she naturally attracted the eyes of all the young men in her classes. As for Duke, he was staring at her more openly than anyone else, as was his custom whenever a beautiful young teacher would teach one of his classes.
He made it a point to follow her home from school on a number of occasions. He also snooped into other activities on weekends, determined to find out as much about her as possible before moving into action.
He discovered that she lived in a small apartment not far from the school, and that she spent most of her evenings quietly. She entertained very few callers, and only on one occasion did he observe her going out on a date.
Unlike the other teachers he had known, Paula Smith did not drive a car. She took a bus to and from school when she preferred to ride. On the other occasions, she walked.
After he had been following her around for the better part of two weeks, he finally hit upon a plan.
Early one afternoon, when he was in a thoughtful mood, he ordered members of his gang to go behind the gym with him.
"Let's have ourselves a smoke," he said.
"You ain't scared about us getting caught?" Marty asked.
"Hell no," Duke said casually, "I'm not afraid of anything."
"I figure the time's ripe to hit Paula Smith," Duke said, after he had taken a lengthy puff from his cigarette.
"Where and when?" Fraser said.
"Tomorrow after school. Here are the members I want in my crew. I want Ray, Marty, and Harry."
"What about the rest of us?" Fraser asked.
"Sorry, guys, but we've got to divide the wealth. It gets a little cumbersome when we have more than four people."
"I can hardly wait," Ray said.
"You guys will get in your share of fucks before you're through," Duke said.
At that point Fraser looked off toward the school yard.
"Hey, ditch those cigarettes, men," he said excitedly.
"Why the hell should we do that?" Duke asked.
"Sorenson is coming this way."
"Oh, God, that guy's a pain in the ass," Duke said, pulling his cigarette out of his mouth angrily and throwing it to the ground where he stamped it out.
The rest of the members of the gang did the same.
A few minutes later Wally Sorenson was on the scene. He looked at them carefully, a frown on his face.
"Hey, what about those cigarette butts down there?" he said, angrily. "I suppose you guys weren't smoking those."
As a matter-of-fact, we weren't," Duke grinned sarcastically. "Somebody must have dropped those. I mean, somebody aside from us."
"I do o.k.," Duke shrugged. "I guess you're disappointed that you didn't catch us smoking."
"You got rid of those cigarettes just in time," he said. "But you're still not supposed to be over here. Now beat it, you guys, and don't let me catch you here again. As for you, James, I don't like your attitude at all. You're a smart aleck through and through, and I don't like the kind of reports the teachers have been giving me about the way you act up in class. I'd just love to get you in class some time. I'd make damn sure that you behave."
"I'll bet you would," Duke said sarcastically.
"Get out of here, James, and take your whole bloody gang with you," Sorenson said.
Duke moved off cockily, wearing a smirk on his face. Wally Sorenson watched them until they were out of sight.
He hated Duke. He could not stand what he stood for.
"Someday I'm going to have real run in with that sonofabitch," Duke said to the members of his gang.
"He'd probably be a pretty tough guy, Duke," Fraser said.
"Yeah, the graveyard is full of tough guys, particularly after I get through with them," Duke said.
Duke could hardly wait for Friday afternoon to arrive. All that day he eyed Paul Smith with greater hunger than before. He made certain, however, that he was doing it when she looking the other way. He did not want to scare his victim off. It was important under plans that he had formulated that he not turn her off in any way.
After school Duke piled into his car, along with Ray, Marty, and Harry.
He drove immediately over to Paula Smith's apartment. In the meantime, she was taking the bus home. He was just as happy that he had a headstart on her. He wanted to be able to observe her every movement after she arrived in front of the apartment building.
It was important that he observe as much as possible, what with the plans he had in mind. He wanted to make certain that she did not deviate from the plan she generally followed on Friday afternoons.
"Here she comes," Duke pointed down the street. "She's getting off at the bus stop."
"She sure is," Ray said, nodding humorlessly.
"And I sure like the looks of that ass the way it wiggles."
"I think we all do, Ray," Marty smiled.
"Just keep those cocks from catching fire, and we'll all get plenty of ass," Duke laughed.
They watched her walk down the street. She entered the apartment building.
"She ought to come out in about fifteen minutes," Duke said.
"You've got this information down to a tee," Harry laughed. "If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were a cop."
"I make sure I watch all the cop shows on TV," Duke grinned.
They sat and waited in the car. As minutes passed, they grew increasingly anxious. They were, by that time, very horny, and extremely eager for sex with Paula Smith, their French teacher.
No more than twenty minutes from the time that she entered the apartment, Paula Smith walked out the front entrance of the building.
"You were right on again, Duke old boy," Marty said.
"Yeah, it was just about fifteen minutes."
"Twenty by my watch, but that's sure close enough," Harry said.
She had changed outfits, and was now dressed in a stunning pantsuit that brought out her curvaceous line to perfection.
"Will you look at that ass wiggle," Marty said.
"Just wait until I get my prick into that," Ray said.
"Just relax, men, and we'll all get our share of kicks," Duke said. "But we've got to play it cool."
At that point Duke started up the car. "Where are we headed?" Harry asked. "We're going to follow her," Duke said. "I suppose you know where she's going," Marty said.
"Of course I do," Duke nodded, pulling the car away from the curb and driving slowly down the street.
"Mind telling us where?" Harry inquired. "Not at all. Unless she's changing her pattern, which I doubt, she's going to the store to do her shopping," Duke told them.
"Just why are we following her to a store?" Marty asked.
"She's going to the store and walking, right?" Marty asked.
"She's going to the store and walking, right?" Duke said. "Right," Ray quickly replied. "Alright, that means she's going to buy groceries."
"I would imagine that's why she's going," Marty chuckled.
"O.K., I'll let you guys figure out the rest," Duke said.
"You're not making much sense, Duke," Harry said.
"If you guys can't figure out what I've got in mind, then you're the ones who are lacking in sense. Just wait and see. Just like before, everything worked out o.k.," Duke said.
"With the way you steered us to good pussy, Duke, we've got to string along with you," Harry said.
"Now you're talking like a smart guy," Duke said.
They watched her walk inside the corner supermarket located several blocks from where she lived.
Duke swung his car into the parking lot behind the market.
"We gonna wait 'til she comes out?" Marty asked.
He was getting hotter with every passing minute, and as his cock bulged, he became more anxious for more sex.
"You guys are going to wait for her to come out." Duke smiled. I'm going to go in and see her."
"You've got be kidding," Harry said. "You're not going into that store, are you?"
"I sure as hell am," Duke nodded. "When are you guys going to learn that I know the score and I have all this stuff plotted out beforehand. I know damned well what I'm doing. You guys just sit tight here. Everything will be just fine. I'm gonna sweet talk the gal, that's what I'm gonna do."
"I don't know that she will go for a pitch like that," Harry said.
"The way that I give it, you better believe she'll go for it."
"I don't know," Marty said. "You sure as hell gave her a rough time the other day."
"She'll forget about that soon enough," Duke said confidently.
They watched him get out of the car and drive confidently into the market.
Duke looked around for Paula Smith. He observed her shopping towards the back of the store.
He made certain that she did not see him as he slipped by her toward another section of the store. He wanted to buy a couple of cheap items and hold them in a bag, to make it look like he was there for a legitimate purpose.
Duke decided to buy some grapes. He put them into a sack and walked slowly toward the front of the store. He peered out at Paula Smith from behind the shelves of canned goods. He wanted to time his departure from the store at the very moment that she left.
She was busily packing items inside a grocery cart. He was pleased to see that she finally had secured her final items, after which she walked toward one of the check-out stands.
Duke slipped into one of the lines, being taken care of before Paula, who had many more items than he had.
She still had not spotted him, which was just the way he wanted it to happen. He stood toward the side exit, waiting for her to get through. He watched the box boy stack her groceries into one big sack.
He waited for her to walk toward him. He suddenly turned around, giving the impression of a person who had met someone purely through surprise.
"Miss Smith, how are you?" he gave her his sweetest smile.
"Well, Duke, do you live around here?" she asked in a cold, distant fashion.
"Not too far away. You're carrying quite a few groceries there."
"I'll get by," she said. "I can use the exercise."
"You know what I wish you'd let me do?" he asked.
"What's that?"
"I wish you'd let me drive you back to your place. That way you won't have to walk and carry all those groceries."
"I don't mind it, I really don't," she said as they walked through the automatically opening door.
Then they were walking into the parking lot area.
"Miss Smith, I've got something I've got to tell you," he gave her his most phony sincere look.
"What's that, Duke?"
"I don't blame you for acting a little cold, I really don't," he said. "After all, I acted pretty bad. I really did, and I know it. I'd appreciate it if you'd forgive me for how I acted in class the other day. I'll try and be better in the future, I really will. I know that teaching isn't an easy job, and when I act up like I did the other day, it makes it like next to impossible for you to keep any order."
"That's very nice of you to say, Duke," she smiled. "It takes a very big man to admit his mistakes."
"Gee, that's nice of you to say," Duke smiled, becoming more confident every minute. "I do wish that you'd let me drive you home, though. It would really make me feel good. It really would."
"Well, tell you the truth, I generally like the exercise. But since you're being so nice about it, and since the package is feeling kind of heavy, that would be fine."
"As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to carry the package into the car."
"Very well," she smiled. "If you'd really like to."
"I really would."
He took the heavy grocery bag from her arms and carried it toward his car. She walked alongside him, wearing a pleasant grin. She was happy that Duke had recognized the mistake he had made in the classroom.
As they reached the car, Duke said to his friends:
"I met Miss Smith in the store," he told them. "I thought it would be a good idea to give her a ride home."
"Yes, a very good idea," Marty smiled. "Hello, Miss Smith."
Harry and Ray then greeted her in the same manner. She said hello to them.
Duke handed the grocery bags to Harry in the back seat.
"The grapes are for us," Duke said, "and the other stuff all belongs to Miss Smith. As a matter-of-fact, let's offer Miss Smith some grapes. Miss Smith, would you like to have some grapes?"
"Well, maybe a few, thank you," she said.
Harry handed her the sack, then put down the grocery bag that belonged to Miss Smith in the back seat.
As Paula Smith had several grapes, passing the sack back to Harry, who sampled a few, Duke started up the car.
Miss Smith sat back and relaxed. She was happy that Duke was acting better. She hoped that maybe he would conduct himself differently in the classroom. She knew that if he did, things would be a lot easier for her in the teaching department.
When he drove past her apartment building, however, she wondered what was happening.
"I said the building over there, Duke, that's where I get out," she pointed desperately.
"I heard you," Duke grinned, "but you're not going to get out there."
"Just what do you mean? Let's not play games, Duke. I offered to come with you, and I want you to drop me off right now."
"I'll drop you off where and when I please," Duke said.
"You let me out this very moment," she said angrily.
"I'd cool off if I were you," Duke said.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his knife. He pushed the button and out came the menacing steel blade.
"You're crazy, absolutely crazy," she trembled. "Just what are you doing?"
"No need to ask any questions," Duke said.
"Things will clear up in time. You're going to find out everything, baby. It's just going to take you a little while. So hang on."
"Where are we going?"
"We're going to take a little ride in the hills," Duke chuckled. "We're going to go up around Griffith Park. You know, up near the Observatory."
"Why are we going there? I want to go home."
"Baby, I don't like to sound impolite or anything, but right now we just don't give a good goddamn what you want. We're running this show."
"Please put that knife away," she said.
"No, I think I'll give it to Harry. He can hold it on you, just in case you mouth off too much or decide to give us some trouble."
He handed the knife back to Harry in the back seat.
"You keep your mouth shut and there won't be any trouble," Harry grinned.
Fear mounted inside her as she observed Harry holding the knife menacingly. She realized that Duke had sweet talked her into a terrible trap.
Now it was just a question of what would happen to her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Duke brought his car to a stop off to the side of the road in a thicket of bushes, high up in the hills. They could see Hollywood below in the approaching sunset.
"This is a beautiful spot for action," Duke winked.
"I couldn't agree more," Marty said. "My old cock is getting so hard that I can hardly stand it."
"Let's get out, sweetie," Duke grinned. "You can give me that knife back now, Harry."
Harry handed Duke back the knife. They all got out of the car. Paula Smith's face was pale and terror stricken.
"Please don't do anything to me," Paula said.
"You think we went to all the trouble of driving you out here to talk about the weather?" Harry laughed.
"How can you be so cruel?" Paula looked at Duke and asked.
"Knock off all this bullshit," Duke said. "We're going to fuck you and that's it. If you don't hand us any crap, you'll live through it. If you do hand us crap, you won't."
Duke waited until everyone had gotten out of the car. He looked around, grinned, and said:
"Come on. "We're going this way."
They walked into an even thicker thicket of bushes. They were surrounded by trees. Duke had purposely picked out the most secluded spot possible.
"Now I'm going to hold this knife on you while you get out of your clothes," Duke said.
"You want me to take my clothes off right here, out in the open?" she looked at him strangely.
"That's exactly what I mean, baby," Duke nodded confidently. "We want to see that beautiful body of yours naked."
"Do I really have to?"
"Yes, that is if you care a plug nickel about your life."
Duke's emphatic answer promptly convinced her. As much as she hated doing it, she realized she would have to strip for them.
She kicked off her shoes, then allowed her quivering fingers to go to work on her pantsuit.
She flipped off the top, letting it fall to the grass. Then she quickly undid her bra.
"Hey, will you look at those tits," an excited Harry Kilroy exploded with laughter.
"I can hardly wait to turn my teeth loose on them," Marty said.
"Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous," Ray said.
The longer that Duke stared at those firm, white breasts, the hotter he became. His prick was throbbing eagerly between his legs and he looked forward to turning it loose on beautiful Paula Smith.
Keep on going, honey, take off the bottom," Duke said.
Paula Smith sighed and nodded. She realized that her tormentors would not be satisfied with anything less than absolutely all that they demanded.
Her fingers went to work on the pants. She got out of them, letting them fall to the grass.
"Now let's shed those panties, honey," Harry said.
She turned her back on Duke and his gang. She did not want to see their expressions when she removed her panties. She wanted to at least postpone the inevitable.
As she bent over to remove her panties, they got a look at her well constructed ass and her beautiful legs.
"Wow, look at that ass," Marty said.
She allowed her fingers to pull slowly downward on her panties. She soon stepped out of them.
"Now turn around so we can see your cunt," Duke said impatiently.
"Yeah, I want to see that triangle," Marty laughed.
"The snatch that I love," Ray said.
Slowly, and trembling more noticeably than before, a highly embarrassed Paula Smith turned around and faced Duke and his crowd.
They got a look at her vagina, and immediately the intensity accelerated inside them.
"A I ever ready," Harry said.
He manifested his desire by unzipping his trousers and pulling his huge bulging cock out of his shorts. He began frantically pumping his fingers up and down on it.
"Do I ever want to fuck," Marty said, unzipping his trousers.
Soon a terrorized Paula was staring at the naked cocks of Ray, Marty, and Harry. Duke was the only person of the four who did not have his out, and she could see his throbbing inside his trousers.
"She looks like pretty ripe game, doesn't she, men?" Duke said continuing to hold the knife.
"My cock sure says so," Harry said as stroked it briskly.
"Then let's get to work," Duke said.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Go get her, Ray, give her a good fuck," Duke nodded.
Ray licked his lips with anticipation, then went to work. Paula Smith stepped back several times, hoping to elude his advances.
"Don't run away from me, you scared little broad," Ray growled.
"You hand Ray any shit and it's off with your beautiful head," Duke moved closer to her, showing her the knife.
She recognized then that it would be futile to attempt to outrun them all. She was trapped in an out of the way place in the hills overlooking Hollywood. She had no alternative other than to surrender to their advances, as difficult as that might be.
Ray threw his arms around her. He crushed her body against his. It made him feel great to savor the sensation of her tits rubbing sharply against his body.
His lips reached out and pressed viciously against hers, taking her breath away momentarily. After two quick lip kisses, Ray worked his way inside her mouth. He let his tongue slip eagerly against hers, letting the tempo quickly build inside himself.
"Get her down there on the grass and rip off a piece of ass, Ray," Marty said eagerly.
Marty and Harry stood in the background not far from Duke. They were exercising their fingers briskly over their huge rods while they watched Ray go to work on Paula.
Soon Ray was throwing her viciously to the ground. She gasped and began panting. He was coming on so strong that she just could not take it.
He pounced on top of her. She got a look at that long flaming dick, wondering just how savagely he would pummel her when he turned it loose inside her.
He went to work with his fingers on her breasts. He let the fingers move swiftly over her tits. He squeezed and pinched them, causing them to redden under his savage attack.
"You're hurting me, you're hurting me," she gasped loudly.
"What else is new?" Ray laughed.
"Try not to hurt me like that."
"You're not in a position, baby, to tell me anything."
The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he was letting his prick stab forcefully inside her mound.
His first few movements made her feel like her vagina was being torn to shreds. He shoved it in there with brutal force, and continued to stab her in the same vicious manner.
He drilled her with everything he had, determined to expend his juices inside her mound. He drilled and stabbed her, thrusting his hot peter into the inner depths of her hot and tight vagina.
"Fuck the hell out of her, Ray, fuck her good," Marty said. "Go to it, you're really giving us an example."
Back and forth he continued stabbing her, tearing his prick into her with relentless savagery. He was determined to get those rocks off inside her.
While his hips were flailing back and forth and his body was rocking with piercing consistency, he let his fingers once more go to work on her breasts. He pinched and squeezed those tits, causing her more in the way of pain as he kept it up.
Now she was hurting both in the vagina and the breasts. He was tearing relentlessly inside her cunt, and squeezing her breasts.
"Looks like you're getting close, Ray," Harry chuckled.
"Oh, I am, I'm getting real close," Ray said.
"You ought to French her while you're shooting your dick off," Duke suggested.
"That's a damned good idea," Ray nodded.
As his cock continued stabbing her with relentless zeal, he worked his tongue inside her mouth. He let his hot tongue slip against hers. Feeling her warm saliva caused him to quiver several times with great excitement.
The longer he allowed his tongue to slip against hers, the hotter he became. Now he was torn with feverish desires, determined at all costs to get his hot cock off inside her mound.
He rocked back and forth as he let his cock tear into her. There was something about raping her in the grass that made the whole activity seem that much more enticing and adventuresome.
He loved tearing his dick into her uninhibitedly. He knew that he was doing something forbidden, and that was what made it seem all the more worthwhile. That was what Ray liked about being a member of Duke's gang. You were always able to do what you were not supposed to do. He began to feel tingles of overpowering sensation in his cock and balls. He was nearing the point of climax.
"Ram it into her, Ray old boy," Harry encouraged. "You're getting real close. Send that juice into her pussy, slam it into her."
He slid his body back and forth several more times. As his tongue continued to tear inside her mouth, and as his prick continued to tear eagerly inside her snatch, he shot off his rocks.
A flowing stream of semen descended from the tip of his huge dick. It immediately flooded her pussy. He then quickly withdrew his tongue from her mouth and his cock from her snatch.
"The best fuck I've ever had," he said, nodding confidently as he walked away, zipping up his trousers.
"Okay, Marty, you look like you're ready to go," Duke said.
"I've been ready to go for hours," Marty replied.
"Go to work on that snatch. Ray already warmed her up."
"With great pleasure," Marty said.
Paula lay there trembling and sore from the savage attack that Ray had mounted.
She was still attempting to recover from it when Marty jumped on the scene. She watched fearfully as he moved briskly toward her, pumping up and down eagerly on his aroused penis.
He threw himself down into the grass, pulling her to him and kissing her lips.
"I want inside that mouth, just like old Ray," Marty gasped.
He thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Tongue slashed against tongue, and as he savored the sensations of tongue kissing with her, he allowed his big prick to enter inside her mound.
Marty entered her with the same kind of brutal determination that Ray had manifested. Her entire body spasmed in great pain, as he worked his way inside her, delivering his piercing cock stabs with great anxiety.
Marty was even hotter than Ray, more determined to get off his rocks. He sent his prick sallying forth savagely while his tongue continued to thrust against hers.
While his prick was continuing to stab inside her, he quickly removed his tongue from inside her mouth. He let that tongue go to work assaulting her breasts, which were still red and sore from the savage finger movements of Ray.
He turned his tongue loose on them with brisk strides. He soon grew tired of the tongue movements, deciding to move on to something a little more exciting. He started to use his teeth on her breasts. At first he did no more than innocently nibble, but gradually he worked himself into a much greater and more brutal form of activity.
His teeth began to tear into her breasts while his prick was continuing to assault her.
"Now you're really tearing her up," Duke laughed.
Marty could not keep up the pace for very long. He was much too hot to sustain it. He soon began to feel the over-powering pre-orgasmic excitement. His prick and balls itched as he got set to unleash the hot explosion inside her snatch.
"Get ready for a big load, baby," he said, removing his mouth from her breasts.
He grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks, clutching them tightly as he drilled her several more times with his flaming rod.
"Oh, I'm there, here it goes," he announced.
At that point, the deluge was released. The cock juice shot inside her pussy.
"Very good work," Duke said.
She closed her eyes and lay still in the grass as Marty climbed to his feet, quickly zipping up his trousers.
"Looks like your turn now, Harry," Duke laughed.
"It's about time," Harry said. "I was about ready to shoot off my rocks just watching."
"Think of me," Duke said. "I'm waiting until the end."
"Honey baby, open those eyes, because Harry boy is here to fuck you," Harry laughed.
With great anxiety he threw himself down into the grass. He allowed his hands to fondle her breasts and arms before he got into the act of screwing. He then permitted those fingers to cup around her ass cheeks.
"That sure is a nice ass," Harry gasped. "But right now what I'm really interested in is your cunt."
She was sore all over between her legs from the savage poundings she had taken from both Ray and Marty. It made her feel terrible to have to realize that another hot member of Duke's group would be fucking her.
Harry was so hot, and so ready for action, that he spent less time on preliminaries than his two predecessors. For one thing, he had been forced to endure watching them, which had served to make him only that much hotter for action.
He worked his prick quickly inside her mound, tearing into her savagely.
"Hey, honey, you're nice and tight, just made for a great fuck," he said.
"Yeah, she's real good," Marty confirmed.
He leaned over and kissed her lips. As his lips remained pressed against hers, he let his fingers work their way around her breasts. All the while he continued tearing into her with his hot prick, which was pulsating with great excitement.
"Oh, what a fuck, what a fuck I'm getting," he said after releasing his lips from hers.
He tore into her with violent anxiety. He knew that he could not sustain his pace for very long. He was hot, very hot, extra eager to get his rocks off.
"I'm gonna shoot, I'm just about there, I'm gonna shoot off my cock, I'm gonna fuck you," Harry announced proudly.
"Shoot it off in her cunt, Harry, fuck her good," Ray said.
"Now you're really moving into high gear," Duke nodded.
The activity was proceeding at such a brisk pace that Duke could stand it no more. As he continued brandishing the knife in his right hand, he allowed the fingers of his left hand to go to work unzipping his trousers.
He pulled out his hot rod, stroking it eagerly as he watched Harry send himself into the final stages of pre-orgasmic excitement.
Now Harry was gripping her ass cheeks while he pounded her cunt relentlessly with his savage rod.
Duke's eyes were captivated by the construction of her ass cheeks. He had watched so much in the way of hot fucking as his three friends had taken turns banging the beautiful young teacher in the grass, that he was reaching the point of no return. He knew that he just had to get his rocks off fast.
"Here it goes," Harry gasped, "oohhh, ooohhh, this is it, ooohhhh, here comes the juice, ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh."
He withdrew his prick from her cunt after it had unloaded a warm stream of juice inside her.
"Okay, Harry, you can hold this knife for a while," a smiling Duke said as he walked toward Paula. "Take over with the knife because I'm going to let my other knife go to work. The knife that's fastened between my legs."
"We've all been sharpening our knives," Harry nodded, grinning.
He took the knife from Duke and assumed a standing position in the same spot where Duke had been.
Duke observed tears surfacing in the eyes of the battered young teacher who was feeling great pain from all that she had been subjected to.
She watched as he stroked up and down on his prick several times.
"I'm gonna give you something different from what they did," Duke winked as he lowered his body to the grass.
The young teacher was afraid to ask him precisely what he meant by his statement. On top of that, she knew that he was a man of action and that he would soon be showing her precisely what he meant.
He gripped her ass cheeks tightly with his fingers.
"Hey, you sure do have a beautiful ass," he said.
"She sure does," Harry nodded. "I loved playing with it with my fingers."
"Well, I think I'll put my finger to work inside her asshole," Duke said.
He thrust out his right index finger and let it probe eagerly inside her asshole. He liked the tightness of her anus, and he rammed his finger high inside it several times.
"Yeah, you've got a real nice ass, baby," he complimented her.
He finally withdrew his finger. Now he was ready to put his piercing cock to work inside that tight asshole.
He grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks once more. This time he clutched them even more tenaciously than he had before.
"Get set, honey, because I'm gonna send a thunderbolt your way," Duke laughed.
"So you're gonna fuck her up the ass," Marty said.
"You're damned right I am," a determined Duke replied.
He sent his prick sliding eagerly inside her tight anus. She had never been entered that way before in her entire life.
"Please, you're hurting me," she shrieked.
"You shut up or you'll get that knife," Duke said.
Her body trembled with great pain. Now she was hurting more than she had been previously when she had been subjected to the brutal and agonizing cunt stabs of Ray, Marty, and Harry.
Duke was unmerciful in his administration of his cock stabs. He sent his dick flinging forward piercingly. The thrusts were short and savage as he drove his spear into her with ever accelerating excitement. Now he was pushing that prick into her just as high and as deep as it could go.
"Oh, what an asshole, am I ever grinding out a screw, are you ever a good grind, honey, do I ever love fucking your asshole," he panted as he continued sending his hot thrusts forward into the highest reaches of her anus.
The faster that Duke went, the sharper his thrusts became. He found himself pushing ever more closely toward orgasm. As he neared that great moment of climax that he had been anticipating he shoved his prick into her so far and so sharply that she was totally immersed in pain.
The tears of pain and frustration rolled profusely down both sides of her face. She wanted to scream as loud as her lungs would permit her, but she realized that, if she did, she would soon be a dead girl.
So Paula accepted the brutal stabs without crying out. She kept hoping that he would complete his fuck, that he would explode his juices inside her so that her suffering would be at an end.
She could not help but wonder what would lie beyond the current act. She wondered if perhaps they might not kill her.
"Hang on, sweetheart, because I'm going to shoot off my juices," he gasped.
He clutched her ass cheeks more tightly than ever, then sent his cock flying into her several more times. He let out a loud gasp, after which the juices exploded from the end of his long cock.
A look of satisfaction filled his eyes as he removed his prick from her anus.
As he removed his penis, he observed trickles of blood from inside his victim's asshole.
"So you got yourself quite a lesson, didn't you?" he laughed as he slipped his penis back inside his trousers and zipped up.
The four of them stared at their beautiful naked victim as she lay on the grass, her beautiful body trembling.
"Okay, honey, you can put your clothes back on now," Duke said. "We'll drive you home."
Duke permitted Harry to continue to hold on to the knife. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cigarette, which he lit. He smoked it while he watched her getting dressed.
Her face was pale and her eyes were red as Paula walked toward the car on unsteady feet.
Marty opened up the front door on the passenger's side, letting her inside the car.
Duke stamped out the rest of his cigarette, then got into the car.
"You see, honey, I'm a man of my word," he smiled, looking at his beautiful victim as she sat next to him in the front seat. "I said that we'd give you a ride home, and that's exactly what we're going to do. I just neglected to tell you that we were going to take a little ride into the hills first."
"That's all, but you're a man of your word, Duke," Harry laughed.
"Just remember one thing, baby," Duke said, "I don't want you spilling a word about any of this that happened today. As you found out, we can be a pretty mean bunch when we want to be. If you hand us any crap, and if you tell anybody about what we did, and I mean even a soul, your life won't be worth anything. We'll come after you and we'll kill you. I think you're smart enough to understand that."
"But why do you have to do things like this?" she asked.
"We live for kicks," Marty said.
"Do you call it kicks when you hurt people like you just hurt me?" she asked.
"Right on," Harry laughed.
"If there is one thing we don't need, and there's one thing we won't listen to," Duke said as he made a turn onto Los Feliz Boulevard, "it's one of those sermons. None of us go to church, and we just don't want to listen to anything like that. We have to listen to it at school, but we sure as hell don't have to listen to it now. If you've got something else you want to talk to us about, then you can go ahead and do it. But we're not listening to any damned sermons, and if you give us any, then you're in trouble."
Paula decided to remain silent through the rest of the ride. She recognized how easy it was to antagonize Duke and his friends.
She felt sharp pains both in her vagina and her anus from the brutal battering to which she had been subjected. She would have given anything to see that these young upstarts were properly punished for their misdeeds. That is, any thing but her own life, for which she feared.
It was dark by the time that they reached her apartment building.
"Don't forget my Warning. It is my last one. You hand me any guff of any kind, you tell anyone about this, and you're as good as dead."
Paula got out of the car and Marty handed her grocery sack.
Her legs were so weary and rubbery, that she could barely make it to the elevator. She rode the elevator up to her apartment. She was afraid of somebody seeing her and stopping her to converse. She would not have been able to converse with anyone then.
She entered her apartment, then locked the door behind her. She was inside! She had wondered many times during that tragic ordeal if she would ever see her apartment again. She was convinced on several occasions that she would not go beyond the pile of grass in which she was lying. She was afraid that she would be killed.
She ran into the bedroom and threw herself on top of the bed. She burst into uncontrollable sobs for the next half hour.
When she got up, it was to go into the kitchen. She kept a bottle of vodka around for social purposes, for those occasions when people dropped in, and for the even less frequent occurrences when she felt like having something to drink alone.
Rather than fixing herself dinner, as she normally would have, she instead poured a generous supply of vodka into a glass, adding only a tiny bit of orange juice.
She wanted to get drunk, good and drunk, to at least mitigate her worries.
As she bolted down the liquor, feeling great warmth inside, she thought about Duke James. She could see the steely blade of that knife thrusting out toward her. She knew that if she made one wrong move, he would stab her.
She felt totally helpless and futile. She wanted to turn them in, but was afraid that if she did, they would somehow be able to get to her.
It was a big gang, she recognized, and she was not even aware of how many members were in it. All she needed was for one or more members to remain free. That would be all it would take to deal with her accordingly.
No, she recognized, it would be futile for her to say anything about what had happened to her. She would be playing Russian roulette with her own life if she broke her silence.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Summer came and the spring semester ended.
Duke's Army remained very busy over the summer. They involved themselves in various gang fights, and fared well in the area of sex. But one thing bothered them.
"All this young pussy we're getting is okay," Duke said at one point to his cohorts, "but it will never be like ripping off a good piece of ass from a teacher at school."
"Right on," Fraser said. "These are just snot nosed little kids next to those women we've been banging at Ridgley."
"That's exactly what I mean," Duke nodded. "I never thought I'd live to hear myself say this, but I can hardly wait to go back to school."
"That's the only reason to be in school," Harry said. "The rest of it is a goddamn drag."
"I know that," Duke nodded. "But you've got to admit that fucking is a pretty good reason to go anywhere or do anything."
"Right on," Fraser laughed.
Summer finally vanished and fall approached. It was hot and smoggy in East Los Angeles as the fall semester moved into being at Ridgley High School.
As for the instructors that the members of Duke's Army had victimized the year before, only two of them remained. Jane Stacy had been transferred to a school in the San Fernando Valley. She was only too happy to be making the move, since she had felt terror stricken every time that she was confronted by either Duke or any of the members of his gang.
Mona Gibson and Paula Smith remained. Mona stopped wearing mini-skirts altogether, and there was something that had been taken out of her formerly exuberant glow in the aftermath of the tragic rape. As for Paula, she deliberately did her best to stay out of the way of Duke and his gang members. She felt a sense of relief when she discovered that they would not be in any of the classes she would be teaching that semester.
One morning on the third week of school, Duke found himself in a devil-may-care mood. He did not want to go to school. He wanted to raise hell.
He drove to Fraser's house, pulling up at the curb just as Fraser was walking out the door.
Duke honked the horn and Fraser came running toward him.
"What's up, old buddy?" Fraser grinned, showing his even white teeth.
"Why don't you get in?"
"How come? I usually drive to school myself."
"Not today, Fraser pal. I don't want to go to school. Let's just take the day off and have ourselves a blast."
"Hey, that sounds like a pretty good idea."
"Then get in. No use wasting our time sitting around and talking. There are a lot of things we can do."
Fraser got in and Duke drove away.
First they drove toward the beach. As they motored down Pacific Coast Highway, Duke thought about the fantastically enjoyable afternoon he had spent the past spring at Mona Gibson's beach house.
"Remember the last time we were out this way?" Duke grinned.
"I sure as hell do," Fraser smiled. "We fucked the shit out of Mona Gibson."
"We really make women of these young pussies that teach us," Duke laughed.
They drove toward a section of public beach. They parked and went walking along the sand. A stiff ocean breeze blew in their faces, and they were happy to be away from the stifling smog which appeared to be with them all the time in the city.
"All this walking is getting me thirsty," Duke said. "Think maybe we could use a little wine?"
"I can always use some wine," Fraser chuckled.
"Then let's go back to the car."
"I'm with you."
They got back to the car and stepped inside. Duke drove back down Pacific Coast Highway until they found a liquor store.
Duke spun into the driveway. "This is as good a place as any," he said, as he got out.
"I guess so," Fraser said, getting out with him.
"Any place where they sell the stuff is fine."
They walked inside the liquor store. A heavy set, bald headed man in his late fifties stood behind the cash register. He looked at them sternly as they walked toward the back of the store, looking at the wine.
Duke picked up a bottle of cheap wine, carrying it to the front of the store. He put it down on the counter.
"You got an I.D.?" the man looked at Duke with a frown.
"You some kind of a wise ass?" Duke shot back.
"Look, I don't sell liquor to minors. It's against the law. Maybe you guys are old enough, maybe you aren't. Anyway, I've got to see proof."
"How'd you like an ass whipping?" Fraser looked at him narrowly.
"I don't take any lip off of wise punks like you," the man erupted.
"We don't like to be called punks," Duke said.
He reached inside his pants pocket. He was not wearing his leather jacket since it was so warm.
He flipped his knife open, holding the blade out towards the fat man.
"Would you like a little of that action?" he grinned sarcastically as he held the knife.
"Look, you guys, I didn't mean nothing by what I said," the man shook his head.
"Okay, you sonofabitch, I'm gonna do you a favor because I'm in a real generous mood," Duke said. "I feel like carving the hell out of you, but I won't do it. Because you caught me in a generous mood, I'm not going to carve you up. But you called my buddy and me punks, and I've got to teach you somehow that I just don't cater to that kind of talk. So here's what I'm going to do. I was going to pay you for this wine, but now I'm not gonna. As a matter-of-fact, I'm gonna have my buddy take another bottle. Go ahead, Fraser. Get us another bottle of wine."
"Right on," Fraser laughed.
"Go ahead, take another bottle. Just please don't hurt me," the man said.
"You sure changed your fucking tune awfully fast," Fraser laughed.
Fraser picked up another bottle of wine. He walked back to the front of the store.
Duke and Fraser left the liquor store. As Duke backed up, he continued to face the man, determined to see that he pulled nothing.
The man was trembling and he perspired noticeably on the forehead and under the arms, where his armpits were stained.
So long, and thanks for the wine," Duke waved as they walked briskly towards the parking lot.
They got into the car and drove away back toward the stretch of deserted beach, where they would commence their serious drinking.
"I guess we showed that fat sonofabitch," Duke said.
"None of them had better call me a punk," Fraser said.
"We made him pay the price." Duke said. "We scared the hell out of him, and if he'd given me one more bit his lip, I'd have carved his gizzard out."
"I know you would have."
They spent the better part of the next two hours getting drunk on wine. When they got into a reckless state of mind, Duke had another suggestion for Fraser:
"Just reach into that glove compartment, old buddy, and you'll find something that both of us will like."
Fraser reached into the glove compartment and immediately stumbled upon some marijuana cigarettes.
"Crazy, some pot cigarettes," Fraser laughed.
They lit up and got even higher. The higher they became, the more reckless their moods also tended to become.
After they finished smoking two cigarettes apiece, Duke decided it was time for them to go back to East Los Angeles.
By that time it was the middle of the afternoon. They drove past a tiny market a few blocks from Ridgley High. Duke's keen eyes immediately spotted a sign in the front window.
His curiosity became so aroused that he swung a left turn on the next street and doubled back toward the market. He parked behind the store.
"What are we doing here?" Fraser asked.
"Don't you recognize this place?"
"Ain't it old man Petrocelli's joint?"
"It sure as hell is," Duke nodded bitterly. "Let's get out and look around.
"I don't want to mess around that place, after what happened last time. We almost got run in."
"I know, I haven't forgotten," Duke nodded.
They got out of the car and walked around to the front of the store. As Duke's memories flitted into his brain, he became all the more angry.
Mr. Petrocelli had caught Duke and Fraser stealing some grapefruit. He had been in the back of the store at the time, and caught them red-handed.
He told them to put the grapefruits back, and Duke had told him promptly to go to hell.
As it turned out, however, there happened to be a foot patrolman walking down the street in front of the store at the very moment that Duke and Fraser were preparing to leave the store with the stolen grapefruit.
As Mr. Petrocelli began talking to the policeman, Duke and Fraser dropped the grapefruits and ran out of the store. They just did have sufficient time to get into their car and drive away.
The more Duke thought about the incident, the angrier it made him. He recalled how scared he had been when he saw old man Petrocelli talking to the policeman.
As they stood in front of the store, Duke observed the sign that had caught his attention.
"Just what I was hoping," Duke laughed as he read the sign.
"GONE ON VACATION, BE BACK OCTOBER FIRST," the sign said.
"Just what are you fixing to do?" Fraser asked.
"Come on around to the back and I'll show you."
They walked quickly around to the back of the store. Duke spotted a brick lying in the parking lot not far from where his car was parked.
As Fraser watched, standing by the back window of the store, Duke walked over and picked up the brick. He then returned to where Fraser was standing.
"You gonna do with that brick what I think you're gonna do?" Fraser asked.
"You're fucking right, I am," a giggling Duke laughed.
He hoisted the brick and threw it against the back window. Glass shattered piercingly as the brick fell inside the building.
"Man, you've got to be crazy," Fraser shook his head. "You're doing all this in broad daylight."
"Who gives a fuck?" Duke shrugged. "Here, hold onto my knife and cover me. I'm going inside."
Duke reached into his pocket and handed his knife to Fraser. Fraser opened the knife and stood there, his eyes darting from side to side, ready to frighten off any curiosity seekers who might happen by.
As for Duke, he rambled inside the store.
He walked over to where Mr. Petrocelli kept his fruits and vegetables. He picked up the biggest sack he could find and loaded all of Mr. Petrocelli's grapefruits into it.
"Got to take a piss," he said to himself laughing loudly.
He sat the sack down on the floor, then swiftly unzipped his trousers.
At that same moment, the old Chinaman who ran the laundry next door to the Petrocelli store came around to the back to investigate the loud glass-shattering sound he had heard.
"Look, you little Chink," Fraser said angrily, "you make any trouble and I'll slit your throat."
"But why you break the window?" the little Chinaman asked as his body shook.
"Because I like to hear the sound that glass makes when it breaks. That sounds good enough to you?"
"If you say so," the little Chinaman said.
"Well, you stand right there, Chink, until I tell you to leave," Fraser said.
Now Duke had his penis out of his trousers. He had to urinate from all the wine that he had been drinking that afternoon.
He let loose a yellow stream of urine into Mr. Petrocelli's fruit and vegetable display. As the urine flowed against his tomatoes and lettuce, Duke burst into unrestrained laughter.
After all of the urine had been unleashed, he placed his prick back inside his trousers. He zipped up, picked up the sack of grapefruit, and walked towards the back of the store.
"Okay, you little nosey chink, get the hell out of here," Fraser said as Duke came out of the store.
"Yeah, and if you give us any shit, we'll come back here and kill you," Duke said.
They ran towards Duke's car and got inside. They drove off swiftly.
It was not until they had driven two blocks that it suddenly dawned on the scared little Chinaman that he had not even thought to look at the car's license plates.
"Now where are we going?" Fraser asked.
"Just thought we might take a run by the school," Duke said.
"I thought we wanted to get away from that place."
"By now school's out. We might be able to find ourselves something interesting."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Gilda Kuchel's light brown hair shimmered against the afternoon sun as she walked toward her car in the school parking lot.
She was one of the new crop of instructors at Ridgley High School. She taught biology and several members of Duke's Army were in her class. Although Duke was not taking biology, he was no less impressed by young Gilda.
She wore a bright blue dress and she walked with a confident air as she moved toward her car.
She was petite, standing just a shade over five feet, but had a well rounded figure. All of the member's of Duke's gang, particularly Duke, had been admiring her from a distance.
Although she was new in teaching, Gilda possessed a radiant confidence. She had succeeded at practically anything she had ever attempted during her life, and as a consequence she felt that she could also succeed in teaching, even in a difficult school like Ridgley.
As she entered the parking lot, Duke's car moved into the vicinity.
"Look at what I see over there," Duke grinned, pointing toward the parking lot.
"Well, what do you know, Miss Kuchel, Miss Gilda Kuchel in the flesh," Fraser grinned.
"How about getting us a piece of ass?"
"Right here in the open?"
"Naw, we'll find a place to screw her."
Duke drove his car into the parking lot. He stopped it only a few feet away from Gilda Kuchel's Mercury. Just as she was starting to get into her car, Duke jumped out of his car and ran toward her.
"Miss Kuchel, mind if we talk to you for a minute?" Duke said.
"Just what is it? I'm in a hurry to get home."
"We wont take much of your time," Duke said apologetically.
By then Fraser, who had been running to catch up, was standing beside him. Fraser was curious to find out just what Duke had in mind.
"I really hate to have to bring up something like this, I really do," Duke scratched his head, pretending as if he were nervous.
"Just what is it?"
"Well, can you walk along with Fraser and me?"
"I cannot, unless you tell me what it's all about," she said impatiently. "I have to get home. As a matter-of-fact, I have a date."
"Gee, I understand," Duke said. "It's that, well, Fraser and I found something around the back entrance of the school. It looks like it might be dope."
"Really?" her eyes perked up with interest.
"Yeah, we don't like to be snitchers or anything, but when we see something like that, we like to do our share to help."
"I must say, Duke, that I've been hearing that you're anything but that way," she said. "I've been hearing from some of the other instructors that you are very difficult to teach."
"Yeah, maybe I have been too much that way in the past," Duke said humbly, "but I'm changing. Now I'm trying to do the right thing. I really am, Miss Kuchel, honest."
"Very well, Duke. Show me where this is."
"This way, Miss Kuchel."
She walked between Duke and Fraser as they moved toward the other side of the school. They walked for several minutes saying nothing.
"Aren't we getting close?" Miss Kuchel asked.
Her impatience was once more surfacing.
"Were real warm now," Duke said.
As they pulled even with the women's lavatory, Duke suddenly reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out his knife.
"What are you doing?" her eyes widened with fear.
"Get inside there," Duke said.
He watched her enter the lavatory.
"Come on, Fraser, we're joining her," Duke said.
Fraser was once more amazed at the coolness under fire that his friend Duke had displayed. In a matter of a few quick minutes Duke had abandoned his reckless mood which had been brought about by a combination of wine and marijuana, and had been able to put on a cool and convincing display for Gilda Kuchel. The grapefruit that he had nibbled on a few minutes after breaking into Mr. Petrocelli's store helped to remove the stench of wine from their breath.
They followed her inside the lavatory.
"Lock the door, Fraser," Duke said, continuing to hold the knife on her.
"Just what is this? Are you trying to rob me?" Gilda Kuchel asked.
"Hell no, we just want a good piece of ass," Duke said. "Go ahead and take her clothes off, Fraser. Just make sure you don't tear them."
"Right," Fraser nodded.
Duke found his cock continuing to harden as he watched Fraser tug anxiously at her dress.
By the time he discarded the dress and had her down to her panties and bra, Duke's prick had reached the stage of full erection. Fraser quickly removed her panties and bra, after which she stood before them, trembling nakedly.
"Get down on the floor, honey," Duke commanded menacingly.
Gilda had no other choice other than complying, and she stretched out on the floor. She lay on her back and Duke got a good look at her inviting mound.
"How'd you like to fuck her in the mouth, Fraser?" Duke asked.
"I'd love it."
"O.K., go to work, old buddy. And remember, honey, if you make one wrong move, I'm going to carve your heart out," Duke said.
With his free hand, Duke unzipped his trousers. He began pumping up and down on his aroused dong. In the meantime, Fraser was unzipping. He had a huge erection and he looked down at it proudly.
"Now I'm going to fuck you in the mouth, honey," Fraser smiled, reaching out and patting his victim tenderly on the forehead.
"Leave me alone," Gilda said.
Fraser reached out and slapped her across he face.
"You hand me any more shit and I'll hit you harder," he said.
"That's showing her, Fraser," Duke laughed.
"Open that pretty mouth of yours, you little bitch, because I'm gonna fuck it," Fraser said angrily.
A petrified Gilda Kuchel could do no more than to comply with Fraser's wishes.
Her heart pounded with furious anxiety as she opened her mouth. She hated the thought of being thoroughly devoured by Fraser's long hard black dick.
"Nice, you've got a real nice mouth," Fraser laughed, "and now I'm gonna fuck it."
Fraser maneuvered his body on top of her. She could see that huge cock as it moved rapidly downward toward her.
Soon it would be engulfing her mouth.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sex activity with Gilda Kuchel was short and sweet.
By the time that Fraser and Duke got around to fucking her, they were so hot they could hardly stand it. The afternoon of hell raising had put them into a reckless mood, one which would not be put to rest until they had an opportunity to dispose of their hot stored-up orgasmic juices.
Duke stood and masturbated while Fraser thrust his huge prick inside Gilda's mouth. Several strokes into the act, he began tearing his prick into her as far as it would go. He shoved it all the way to the base of her throat, keeping those hips moving rhythmically back and forth as he sent his cock surging into her.
Soon Duke recognized it was time to get involved in the act. He lowered his body down to the floor, and reached out with the hand he had been using to play with himself. He let his fingers maneuver briskly over her mound.
He stroked her for several seconds, then let his prick begin stabbing against her joy hole.
"Great, you're gonna fuck her cunt while I'm fucking her mouth," a panting and enthusiastic Fraser said.
"You're damned right," Duke laughed. "I'm gonna run my finger up her asshole while I'm fucking her."
"That sounds great," Fraser nodded. "I'm so hot I can't hold off much longer."
"It's going to be a short one for me too," Duke said.
While Duke's prick was driving enthusiastically inside her hot mound, he held his knife in one hand and used the other for finger fucking purposes.
He sent his index finger flying up into her anus, supplying her as well as himself with extra sex excitement while he let his penis continue to pound her cunt relentlessly.
No sooner was Duke several strokes into the act than Fraser popped his hot juices inside Gilda's mouth.
She gasped and coughed as the hot load of volcanic white liquid spurted voluminously into her mouth.
Some of the load spurted out of the sides of her mouth, while a lot of it splashed down her throat.
"You should have caught more of it," Fraser scolded her as he removed his prick from her mouth.
As Fraser zipped up, he watched his friend enter the final stages of screwing her cunt.
"Keep it up, Duke, shoot it inside her," he said.
"Oh, I can't hold it back anymore, I'm just about there," Duke told him.
He continued finger fucking her, sending his stabbing finger high into her rectum while his prick sustained a brisk pace as it punished her mound.
A few seconds later he let out a lengthy sigh, after which a hot stream of liquid was released.
"Now you'd just better keep that little mouth of yours shut," Duke threatened her as he removed his prick from her mound. "You go around talking, baby, you mention this to anybody and you'll get killed. As sure as you're lying there breathing right now, you won't be breathing much longer if you do talk. If I don't do it myself, somebody else in my gang will."
"And he wouldn't bullshit you either, baby," Fraser said.
"Let's get out of here, Fraser, and give the lady a chance to put her clothes on," Duke laughed.
She lay there in a painful daze as she watched them leave the lavatory.
A few minutes later, after lying there startledly, she would get up and get dressed. Then she would have to put in a call to her apartment, where her boyfriend was waiting for her.
A terrified Gilda would get out of the date by telling her boyfriend that she had to work late after school, and was forced to attend a faculty meeting that evening which had come up without any advance notice.
Now that Duke and Fraser had achieved one rape success with a teacher, they were feeling a little more "Comfortable about things when they arrived for school the next day.
There was a certain mischievous little twinkle in Duke's eyes that Fraser immediately detected. He could see that his friend was in a disruptive mood, and that he would be giving the teachers a hard time that day.
Duke was setting his sights on Ann Jolly, their new homeroom teacher who was doing her best to instill order into an unruly class.
A beautiful young blond with a superb figure, Ann reminded Duke and his gang members of young Lucy Marlowe, the girl that they had intimidated and terrified to such an extent that she had dropped out of teaching altogether.
That morning Duke subjected Ann to a severe ribbing. She finally reached her wits' end.
"Duke James, you might think you're a tough guy, but you're not, you're really a coward," she shrieked at him at one point. "You'll pick on a woman and you'll pick on men when you've got them outnumbered, but you're anything but a man. You're a coward."
"Like hell I am," Duke had fumed.
"You certainly are, every inch of you is yellow."
Duke flushed with rage. He would not tolerate being talked to in such a manner.
Lunch time came shortly after his altercation with Ann Jolly. While he was still smarting from her savage verbal assault, he ran into Wally Sorenson in the schoolyard.
Duke had just finished eating lunch, and the other seven members of his gang were sitting with him.
"James, I'd like to have a few words with you," Wally Sorenson said, spitting fire in his eyes.
"What's with you?" Duke eyed him coldly.
"I understand you gave Ann a real rough time this morning."
"I thought she gave me a pretty rough time."
"She never gives anybody a rough time unless the person deserves it, and I couldn't think of any person who could deserve to be put down more than you," Wally said. "I'm just giving you a warning, Duke. You'd just better get that chip off your shoulder, or maybe I'll knock it off for you."
"You think you're big enough to do it?" Duke challenged him.
"I know I am. Just don't push me, and lay off of Ann. She's a good kid. She's a new teacher who's doing her best to make a go of it. She's sincere, and I don't want to see her getting hurt by a gutless bully like you."
"Don't push me too far, Mr. Sorenson," Duke said sarcastically.
"You threatening me, James?" Wally eyed him coldly.
"Maybe."
"You threaten me and it will be your last threat."
Wally Sorenson stalked off angrily. Duke and the rest of his gang chuckled sarcastically.
"I'm going to be having it out with that bastard soon," Duke said.
"Sounds like he's awful sweet on Ann Jolly."
"Sure he is," Raul said. "I see them walking together all the time. She goes to visit him quite a bit in his gym office after school."
"They deserve each other," Duke nodded angrily. "I'm going to fix both of them before I'm through."
"I've never seen you look so mad before, Duke," Harry Kilroy exclaimed.
"That's because I've never been as mad before," Duke said soberly.
"You got something in mind, Duke?" a curious Raul Gomez asked.
"You're fucking right I do," Duke spat the words out with contempt. "You guys meet me after school."
Duke's gang members wondered curiously throughout the remainder of the afternoon just what their boss was going to do. They could see that he was extremely angry and unnerved.
They all met behind the school after the final class let out for the day. Duke had been subdued during most of the afternoon, and had not even done much wisecracking in class.
He had been in deep thought, and he had a plan in mind that he hoped would fully avenge him for the abuse he had been forced to endure that day.
"Let's just stand behind this building until Miss Ann Jolly makes her move," Duke said.
"Maybe she'll be going home," Fraser said. "I don't think so. I've been watching her after school, and she often goes over to the gym. One guess why."
"Because old Sorenson's got his office there?"
Fraser said.
"That's right," Duke nodded. "Only today she won't make it to the office."
"What if he finds out?" Sam Perry asked. "Let me take care of that," Duke answered angrily They waited for five minutes. At that point they observed Ann Jolly come out the side entrance to the building.
"Okay, we let her get up close to the steps of the gym then we follow her," Duke said. "If we make our move before that, she's liable to see us and get scared off."
Duke's suggestion worked like clockwork. They watched as Ann moved up the steps leading towards the building.
"What an ass she's got," Harry Kilroy said. "Let's never mind about that now," Duke barked. "Let's get moving. Let's nail this little cunt."
They moved briskly toward the building. They no sooner took two steps before they observed Wally Sorenson walking toward the athletic field.
"That's right, Sorenson's at football practice today," Duke said. "I'll be getting that sonofabitch later."
"What if he hears about us fucking his girl friend?" Sam Perry asked.
"Shut up, Sam," Duke snapped. "I thought you got off this worrying kick."
Ann Jolly opened the door and walked into the gym. She was heading toward the anteroom just behind the gym, where Wally Sorenson maintained his office.
She was planning to do some reading until he got back from football practice. At that point they would go to dinner together, after Wally had had a chance to change clothes at his house. They were then planning on taking in a movie.
Once Ann stepped inside the building, Duke ordered his gang to break into a quick trot. Since nobody was around, they were not arousing suspicion.
They moved inside the entrance to the gym, and walked briskly inside. Now Ann was walking just a few steps ahead of them. She heard the sounds of the heavily approaching footsteps and turned around.
Her lips curled with worried concern as she saw them.
"What are you guys doing in here?" she asked.
"We're going to have a little fun," Duke grinned. "We're going to play basketball at midcourt. You're going to be our ball, and we're going to make baskets in that cute little cunt of yours."
"Is this your idea of a joke, you filthy beast?" she said bitterly.
"If it is, the joke's on you, bitch," Duke said bitterly.
She watched as Duke reached inside his pocket and pulled out his knife. He pushed the button and out came the blade. He walked toward her slowly, holding the knife out menacingly. "You're crazy, absolutely crazy," she stammered.
"Just walk over with us to midcourt, then stop," Duke said.
Now they were all walking on the basketball court. The members of Duke's gang spread themselves out on all sides of Ann Jolly, so that she could not possibly get away.
She stopped at the midcourt circle of the basketball court.
"Now you're going to strip for us," Duke said, standing just a few inches from her, holding the knife in his hand.
She gulped with great fear, then began to go to work removing her blouse. A big grin surfaced on the faces of the members of Duke's Army as she tossed the blouse to the floor.
"Now off with the bra," Duke commanded.
The members of the gang unzipped their trousers and began pumping up and down on their dicks. It made her all the more nervous to observe those erect naked cocks staring out at her as she undid her bra and threw it to the floor.
"Beautiful, beautiful, now off with the skirt," Duke said.
Duke watched with great interest as she slipped the skirt down over her slim, nimble white hips. She had the same kind of beautiful legs, Duke noticed, that Lucy Marlowe had possessed. He could hardly wait to fuck this girl. He not only wanted to fuck her, he wanted to punish her for what she had said to him. He could still hear her calling him a yellow coward.
She quickly slipped out of her skirt, her heart was pounding with great fear. She did not want to remove her panties, but could see that there was no alternative, what with Duke standing there with a knife in his hand.
As those white panties slipped down her legs, the members of the gang began beating their meat more rapidly than before. The only one that didn't have his cock out was Duke.
She slipped out of the panties and Duke observed her blond covered mound. He examined her pubic hairs, then observed the inviting triangle that rested beneath them.
"Now lie down on that floor, baby, and do it fast," Duke said.
He was overflowing with anxiety. His throbbing dick wanted to let itself loose inside her pussy. He was even thinking about slamming it inside her anus after he exploded once in her snatch. He wanted plenty of action from this woman, and he wanted to hurt her.
Her body slumped down to the floor. She was trembling with great fear.
"Okay, you can cover me, Fraser," Duke said as he handed Fraser the knife. "I'm gonna fuck her, I'm gonna be first this time. I just have to get my rocks off now. Raul and Sam, you two play with yourselves in her face. I want you to jerk off in her face. That will teach her just how insignificant a little cunt she is."
Raul and Sam did exactly as Duke said. Duke handed the knife to Fraser, who stood just behind Duke.
Duke quickly unzipped his trousers. He pulled out his cock and pumped it back and forth several times.
Get ready, you damned little slut, because you're going to get fucked like you've never gotten it before, from old man Sorenson or anybody else," he said bitterly.
He lowered his body to the floor and parted her legs savagely, clutching her thighs with his fingers.
Without wasting any time or any movements, he thrust his body forward and allowed his huge prick to enter her cunt.
While he fucked her with his piercing forward strides, he reached out and clamped a hold of her tits. He pinched them, then scratched them, drawing blood.
"Oh, you're hurting me," she shrieked.
"One more loud sound like that, slut, and I'm gonna have Fraser carve you up," Duke said angrily She kept her pain to herself after that, and it was very acute. He was sending his spear tearing into her mound with great anxiety. He was quickly reaching a fever pitch of frenzied excitement, plunging his prick into her angrily.
All the while, those fingernails continued to grind into, her tits.
As for Sam and Raul, they were standing over her head, masturbating for all they were worth.
The other members of the gang were spread out in a circle, observing the action with great interest as they moved their fingers up and down over their hot dicks.
"I'm going to be sending my rocks into you pretty fast, slut," Duke gasped as he continued driving his prick into her.
On the football field not far away one of the players had sustained an injury. He had been cleated by a team mate in scrimmage. He sustained a nasty gash on his right ankle, and Wally Sorenson, who doubled both as an assistant coach and varsity trainer, was walking toward his office to pick up his first aid kit.
Even though he was concerned about the player's injury, he was a bit happy over having the opportunity to walk to the office. It meant that he would be able to exchange a few words with his beautiful girl friend, the woman he loved and hoped he would eventually be able to marry.
When he reached his office and observed that Ann was not there, he wondered what had happened.
He thought for a moment then concluded that she probably had been forced to spend a few minutes after school at a meeting. He knew that new teachers were often imposed upon a great deal when it came to staying after school.
As he stooped over to pick up the first aid kit, he could not help but see out of his window. A look through his window produced a perfect view of the basketball court not far away.
His eyes froze with shock as he observed Duke brutally sending his flaming cock into the snatch of the woman he loved who was lying helplessly on the floor, groveling with pain on her face as she was watched by the members of Duke's Army.
"Great God," he gasped.
He immediately got on the phone, dialing the police.
"Police, this is an emergency," he blurted. "Please come to the gymnasium at Ridgley High School. A girl is being savagely raped."
He hung up the phone quickly, and moved quickly toward the door. He broke into a run as he moved toward the court.
"James, you goddamn animal, leave that woman alone," he shrieked.
Now Duke was plunging his peter into her with everything he could muster in the way of force. He heard the voice and got ready to deliver a deluge of juice.
"Hang on, slut, because I'm shooting," he shouted. "You're too late, Sorenson, you sonofabitch, I'm shooting, shooting in your girl friend's cunt."
He removed his fingernails from her tits, and his cock from her snatch. He got up from the floor as Sorenson charged toward the circle.
Harry Kilroy tried to hold him off, having finished masturbating in her face. Raul had also shot a load of juice, which landed on the side of Ann Jolly's face.
Harry threw one punch, a right hand that Sorenson easily blocked.
"Get the hell out of my way, I want Duke," he said.
Wally Sorenson grabbed Harry by the arms and threw him roughly to the floor, where he landed in a painful heap.
"I'll carve the shit out of you, Sorenson," Fraser moved toward him holding the knife in his hands.
"Like hell you will," Duke said, "give me that knife. This is my fight. I've been waiting to carve up this goddamn trouble making motherfucker as long as I've known him."
Duke grabbed the knife away from Fraser, holding it out in his right hand.
"Come and get it, Sorenson, come and get your throat slit, you sonofabitch," Duke said bitterly.
Hate flashed in his eyes.
Sorenson moved toward him.
"Come on, come on," Duke goaded him on.
"Let me at the sonofabitch," Harry Kilroy said.
He had just picked himself off the floor, and was both injured and embarrassed. He moved toward Sorenson.
"Ease off, Harry, and that goes for the rest of you guys," Duke said. "This sonofabitch is all mine, and I don't need any help."
"I guess you feel you need the knife, though," Sorenson said. "I know you wouldn't have the guts to face me man to man."
"That's exactly what I'm doing."
"You're yellow. You want me to come to you so you can cut me up. Why don't you come to me?"
"Get fucked. You come to me, you sonofabitch."
"You're yellow, you're damned yellow, Duke. All the members of your gang can see it. If you had guts, you'd come to me," Wally Sorenson continued to goad him.
Now Duke's face was flushed with rage. He was determined to accept the challenge.
"Take your last breath of fresh air, you bastard, because I'm going to kill you," Duke said.
"Oh, dear, don't be a fool, don't goad him on," Ann shrieked hysterically as she lay there on the floor.
Duke thrust his right hand forward with the knife. Wally Sorenson cleverly sidestepped him, landing a judo shot with his right hand that caught Duke on the forearm. It forced Duke to drop the knife.
Duke grimaced and shrieked, reaching out and throwing a wild left hook which Sorenson neatly blocked. The coach then countered with a solid right that caught Duke on the jaw. It sent Duke crushing downward to the floor.
"Look what he did to Duke," Fraser said, watching his stricken friend lying dazed and sobbing on the floor.
"Let's get him."
Sorenson stood with his hands clenched and upraised in a guard. Duke's Army closed in on him.
"Don't take another step," a voice shouted from the distance.
At that point five police officers quickly descended. Each of them held a gun in his right hand.
"Get away, get away, all of you," one of the policemen said.
"You just arrived in time," Wally Sorenson smiled, letting out a sigh of relief.
"You sonofabitch, you caught me with a lucky punch," a dazed Duke James sobbed like a little boy as he lay on the floor.
"Get up, you punk, you're coming with us," one of the police officers said as he slapped handcuffs on Duke.
"Are you all right, dear?" Wally threw his arms around Ann.
"Now I am, now that I can see you're safe," Anne nodded.
"These young rapists won't be bothering anybody for quite a while if we have our way," one of the officers said.
The officer ultimately got his wish. Duke and his Army attracted a great deal of newspaper publicity in the following days subsequent to the rape of Ann Jolly. At that point, no longer fearing reprisal from either Duke or members of his Army, the other five victimized teachers voluntarily came forth and told their stories.
Duke and his friends were sent way for long stretches.
