They were men who knew what they wanted, and what they wanted was young schoolgirls.
For years now, the two of them had been fucking and fighting their way across the country and around the world. In every place they went they had new names and new faces ... and new desires. Right now they were calling themselves Derek Marcus and Craig Bentley, and they were going to be the new headmasters of an all-girl school. It was a hard job and a responsible one.
But even so, they still found ways to mix pleasure with business....
CHAPTER ONE
In every corner of the land, sophisticated parents knew that the best of all possible places to send their daughters to be raised properly was the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies.
No other school in America had such a brilliant record of past achievement. Each year, the school took in hundreds of young, promising girls, still tottering on the brink of femininity and sexual maturity, and at the end of that same year would emerge the same number of young ladies; intelligent, charming, beautiful, well-educated. The Academy's list of alumni included a Congresswoman, three female doctors, several fashion models and at least a dozen well-known Hollywood and Broadway actresses. (As a matter-of-fact, the school had also produced twenty or thirty hookers, but somehow this little tidbit of information never managed to work its way into the school's brochure.) So, at the moment, the Academy's reputation was as spotless and untarnished as a virgin's maidenhead.
But, as we all know, virgins can lose their virginity.
The trouble all started when one of the students, by the name of Melanie Simpson, confessed to an affair with the school's laundry man. (She was a young girl, but big for her age.) Then one of the teachers, a vivacious young blonde by the name of Stella Hunnicutt, was found to have been sneaking off the campus for sexual purposes. As soon as these two skeletons were let out of the closet, a whole avalanche of other cases of sexual liasons began to tumble out with them. Before long, the board of directors of the Academy discovered that at least one third of the student bodies had been sneaking off the campus at regular intervals. "For some hot cock, " as one pert young student put it so aptly.
A major reform was called for, and practically every member of the all-female faculty was dismissed, and one or two were even arrested on charges of procuring men and boys for their young and eager pupils.
Now a new school year was about to start, and the Academy's board of directors was urgently in need of some two dozen teachers and other faculty members. But on such short notice, where could they be obtained?
It was at an emergency meeting of the board that The Suggestion was made. It was The Suggestion that was to have such a profound effect, both physical and mental (but especially physical) on all the young girls who were enrolled in the school. Had the mothers and fathers of those little girls known that they were sending them away to a strange school to get raped by strange men, they would have kept their little darling virgins safe at home, where they could get raped by the boy next door.
What The Suggestion amounted to was this: an all-female faculty had been running the Academy when the scandal was unearthed, apparently women were unable to keep the Academy running on an even keel. Therefore, some member of the board of directors suggested that the Academy staff the school with a male faculty. Perhaps trained, intelligent men would be able to keep little girls in line more satisfactorily than women could. Amen to that!
At first The Suggestion met with some heated discussion. After all, the campus would hold six hundred girls between the ages of twelve and eighteen. Wouldn't it be courting trouble to stock the campus with men?
Not at all, others claimed. The reason why so many girls had run off to have sex with men was because there were no males on the campus, hence their normal curiosity about the opposite sex gradually developed into nymphomania. Now if men, RELIABLE men of course, were to remain on the campus full time, the girls would have their sexual curiosity satisfied without actually having to go out and seek sex. In other words, they would look but they wouldn't touch.
And so it came to pass that the new semester began at the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies under unusual circumstances: for once the school would actually be run by MEN!
Needless to say, this announcement was a great source of delight to the young student body of the school, and to two rather interesting bodies in particular.
"I can't get over it, " Felicia Hanley said one morning to her friend Cynthia Rodinas. "For all the years I've been enrolled in this prison-camp I've had to sneak off campus and hitch a ride to town every time I want a little hot action. But now the school is finally bringing the men to us. It's far out."
Her friend Cynthia nodded. Cynthia was a year younger than Felicia, but far more literate. "Like they say in the books, " she commented, "if the mountains won't come to Mohammed, Mohammed must come to the mountains."
Speaking of mountains, perhaps it would be wise at this time to point out that Feilcia and Cynthia were both the proud owners of a couple of Sierra Madres. And the tight sweaters and blouses they wore did little if anything to conceal this fact. Both girls hoped that when the men showed up they would be interested in doing a little mountain-climbing. And just in case the men weren't interested in mountains, Felicia and Cynthia had a couple of very interesting valleys.
The rumor was that the Academy was being maintained by a skeleton crew of female teachers.
Let us now shift scenes for a moment, fading out on two very voluptuous schoolgirls and fading in on a slightly older, but equally feminine, piece of ass. The ass in question is engaged in wiggling back and forth like a cocktail shaker, in a manner calculated to attract the attention of every adult male eyeball on board the train.
Derek Marcus had an adult male eyeball. As a matter-of-fact he had two of them, and both were very, very busy watching the cheeks of that ass wiggle back and forth. An experienced girl watcher from his cradle days, Derek Marcus was not using both eyes to watch both ass cheeks, but rather assigned one eye to each cheek. In that way, the job gets done more efficiently and the results are much more satisfactory.
"Some nice piece of ass, huh, Derek?"
"Eh?" With a slight degree of annoyance at being interrupted during his nature study, Derek turned to face the source of the question. The source was the man sitting next to him on the train, a man by the name of Craig Bentley. Both men were in their early thirties, and both men had an occupation that was probably unique, certainly interesting, and definitely desirable: they were professional fuckers. From earliest boyhood they had devoted their lives to the noble cause of fucking in all its infinite number of ways. They had relied on glib tongues, fast fists and faster wits to secure themselves employment in some truly amazing and improbable places: in a nursing school, in a model agency, anywhere where the female-to-male ratio was apt to be at its most lopsided. A place where there were untold thousands of women, all thirsting for men, but no men to fill the demand, that was the ideal place for Derek Marcus and Craig Bentley. They specialized in finding such places and in filling such desires ... as well as filling a few other things, such as certain portions of the female anatomy.
Time and again, the two comrades had depended upon their brains, their mastery of disguise and their seemingly infinite stockpile of forged references to land themselves employment in places where there were sure to be many women and few men. Although their career to date was teeming with exotic-and erotic-experiences, both men agreed that their absolute masterpiece so far had been the time they had managed to secure positions as laundrymen right next door to a nuns' convent ... where they discovered that some of the nuns had some very dirty habits.
But now a bit of fast talk, a few of the ever-useful forged references, and an occasional bribe here and there had obtained for them what promised to be some very interesting jobs indeed.
Starting today, Derek Marcus was to be headmaster of an all-girl school. Hmmmmm....
And Derek's sidekick Craig Bentley was to be his personal assistant. Naturally, Derek liked to believe that in matters of sex he required no assistance whatsoever. However, even he had to admit that six hundred teenage girls would be a little too much for him to handle. With all the sexual feasting he was sure to do in the days ahead, it would be inevitable that a few scraps of meat would fall from the table. And it was only fair that Craig be allowed to snap up those scraps.
Perhaps it would be fair at this point to mention the fact that "Derek Marcus" and "Craig Bentley" are not their real names. If I were to give these men's real names, as well as mention where they might be found at this very moment, I have no doubt that several thousand angry husbands, fathers and boy friends would converge on that spot within the hour, most of them armed with shotguns or the equivalent. So I shall have to refer to both gentlemen by the names which they were using at the time this story took place. You see, these two comrades had blazed a trail of saliva and semen and even blood clear across the country and around the world. A regular Jism Trail. Their sexploits were spoken of with awe and a trace of envy by men in Las Vegas, New York, London, Paris, Johannesburg and even Bangcock. And wherever these two men went they always traveled under ever-changing assumed names, and with slightly different faces all the time. As soon as they'd drunk their fill of the female population in one place, the next day they would be sure to show up three thousand miles away, with new names and faces and wardrobes. And at this particular moment, one of the men was known as Derek Marcus, and he had, at this particular moment, black hair and a moustache. The other man was known, for the time being, as Craig Bentley and he was a blonde, for the moment.
The wiggling ass that had attracted Derek's attention had gyrated its way down to the end of the train. By this time the owner of the ass had turned around to come back, and as she turned around she revealed a pair of protuberances that were easily as interesting as the ass was. But Derek wasn't looking at them, for once. He had closed his eyes and was busy telling himself what would happen. Let me see, he told himself, we haven't worked at a school for a long time. Not since that girls' boarding school in Paris where all the girls were so eager to learn what we wanted to teach them. Well, it'll be a challenge, but I know we'll be up to it.
The train squealed into the station abruptly and stopped with a rather annoying jerk. But Derek and Craig, who had ridden everything from a camel to an ostrich to a Chinese junk to a redhead from Brooklyn named Louise, were quite familiar with transportation that did not stop smoothly. While most of the other passengers cursed or even fell to the floor, they merely stood up and reached for their luggage.
A moment later they were off the train and taking a cab to the campus of the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies. A generous tip to the cabbie assured the two comrades that they would be able to converse in silence, for there is nothing like a liberal dose of money to turn cabdrivers, waiters, policemen and other public servants totally deaf for long periods of time.
"It's like this, " Derek told his sidekick as the taxicab roared out of the train station. "There's something like six hundred chicks at this school, between twelve and eighteen years old. The golden years, as we both well know."
Craig nodded nostalgically as he recalled past triumphs.
"Not only that, " Derek went on, "but there will be less than a dozen men on the faculty. That means more than fifty girls to a man, and with the two of us as headmaster and assistant, we'll see to it that we get the pick of the Utter."
"I'm with you, Derek, " Craig assured his friend. "But just one question: what's our modus operandi this time?"
"I'm glad you asked." Derek lit a long black cigar and sat back, puffing contentedly. "We can divide the girls in the school into three groups: those that have had it and still want it, those that haven't had it, but know they want it, and those that have never had it and don't think they want it." He smiled sadistically. "Those that have had it and want it, we give it to them. Those that haven't had it but want it anyway, we give it to them. And those that haven't had it but don't think they want it, we give it to them anyway." He blew out a ring of grey smoke. "After all, what are men for but to fuck defenseless little innocent schoolgirls?"
After several minutes drive they arrived at the gate of the campus. A woman in her thirties, but who acted much older, came out to meet them.
"You must be Mister Marcus and Mister Bentley, " she said enthusiastically. "I'm Miss Hayes, temporary head of the Academy. But of course, now that YOU'RE here, Mister Marcus, I can rest my weary bones."
Oh God, Derek thought to himself. This deal looked so good, it just figured there had to be a catch to it. Running a girls' school sounds fine, just fine, but am I going to have to put up with this female orangutang bellowing in my ear everywhere I go? I hope not, because I came here to fuck, not to listen to blabbermouthed old biddies.
With a pause, Derek reflected that he was this woman's boss; from now on she would be working under him. (Though not literally, he hoped.) If Miss Hayes or Haze or whatever her name was didn't button her lip when he told her to, he could always assign her to latrine duty or something. That would be an interesting prospect.
Just then two members of the student body, and possessors of rather interesting bodies themselves, happened to pass by. Miss Hayes instantly shanghaied them. "Oh Felicia, Cynthia, these are Mister Marcus and Mister Bentley. Please show them to their quarters."
"Yes, ma'am, " said one girl. Derek couldn't help admiring the scenery: both girls were young, but quite well-developed. One girl was about a year older than the other, with honey-blonde hair and a pair of tits that threatened to leap out and attack somebody. The younger girl had long straight hair, jet black with a hint of brown, and in the mammary department she was no slouch herself. Derek was interested in both girls' cunts of course (Wasn't he always?), but at the moment he couldn't see the aforementioned hot spots because both cunts were concealed under a pair of short skirts. Well, Derek knew that he'd get a look at those pussies soon enough.
"Your quarters are over this way, sirs, " the older girl was saying, and each girl grabbed for a pair of the men's half a dozen suitcases. "We'll help you with your luggage."
"NO!" yelped Derek, forgetting for a moment who and where he was supposed to be. Then he quickly regained his composure. After all, from the outside those suitcases looked just like any other suitcases. How could these two girls even begin to guess the nature of the very interesting items they contained?
And even if the girls happened to see what was inside the cases, that didn't mean they would know what the things were. After all, the world is full of things made out of leather and rubber and steel. Just because the headmaster of a girls' school carries such things in his suitcase doesn't necessarily mean he plans to use those things on his students.
In this case, though, that's precisely what it did mean.
For both Derek and Craig liked their sex in many strange and unusual ways, and some of those ways called for certain tools or apparatus. These innocent young schoolgirls were probably not acquainted with such things right now, but they would be. Very soon.
Very, very soon.
At the exact same time as Derek and Craig were pondering the sexual potential of the two schoolgirls they had just met, those two schoolgirls were doing the exact same thing regarding the two men. For despite the fact that Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas looked exactly like young, innocent, virginal schoolgirls, they were actually quite experienced indeed. They knew they wanted men and they knew how they wanted them, and they were determined to get them.
All in all, it looked like an extremely interesting semester for all parties concerned.
The two schoolgirls ushered the men into one of the larger buildings on campus and up a flight of stairs to a room containing two beds and some furniture.
"ThisTl be where you sleep, " Felicia informed Derek and Craig.
The other girl, Cynthia, was already swinging the suitcases up onto the table. "Shall we help you with your luggage, sirs? I'm sure you're both too tired to unpack."
This time it was Craig's turn to shout "NO!" as he stepped forward to intercept the girl. "NO! It's all right! Well both unpack our own things."
But he was too late. Already Cynthia had opened a suitcase and was peering at the contents within.
"Craig, you idiot, " Derek snapped, "I told you to lock those damned suitcases!"
But he also was too late, for by now both Felicia and Cynthia had gotten a good look at what was inside the suitcase.
Among other things were a whip, an enema bag and hose, several lengths of chain and some manacles. Several photographs showing women and girls in rather revealing poses had half-spilled out of an envelope on which Craig had written "Previous Encounters."
"My, my, " Felicia was saying to Cynthia in amusement. "It looks to me like we got a couple of deans that like their sex life hot and heavy."
Derek's smooth talk had gotten him out of worse situations, and he felt the time had come for it to rescue him once again. Stepping closer to the two schoolgirls he said, "Now of course you realize that what's in there isn't what it looks like. You see, we've been gathering data on sexual experiences and deviations, and...."
"Aw, come off it, Mister, " said Felicia, slamming shut the incriminating suitcase and coming closer to the uncomfortable Derek. "You're not fooling anybody with that bullshit. If you like to fuck every girl in sight, why don't you just say so?"
"Yeah, " chimed in her friend Cynthia. "Why don't you come right out and say so? Because if you two like to fuck every girl in sight that's quite a coincidence, seeing as how me and Felicia like to lay every man in sight."
A smile flitted across Derek's lips. "Craig, " he called out to his companion, "this looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Craig didn't have to be told what to do; he was no virgin. In a trice he had crossed the room and was standing at the door. His muscular hands closed around a chair and jammed it underneath the doorknob, preventing any uninvited guests from crashing the party. Then he and Derek were both standing near the two beds, waiting for the girls to join the fun.
And they didn't have to wait long. While the two men watched, Felicia and Cynthia divested themselves of their girlish clothing in a matter of seconds. And both Derek and Craig were pleased to notice that these two chicks looked even better in the raw than they looked out of it.
Now the two men were coming towards the two girls, slowly undoing their zippers. "I'll take the blonde, " Derek told his friend, almost like a quarterback calling out the plays, "and you take the brunette. After we fuck 'em we'll switch partners."
Craig nodded to show that the battle plan was to his liking, and a moment later Derek's hands shot out and closed in around Felicia's firm young body, ready willing and able to drag her down and onto the convenient bed. But Felicia did not have to be persuaded, for as soon as the man touched her she was leaping through the air to land ass-down on the mattress, pulling her new-found friend down with her and on top of her.
In a moment Derek had Felicia by the ankles, and he grabbed them and spread them wide. There was the cunt, the beautiful golden pussy that would give him what he wanted. Derek, who had been fucking since well before his twelfth birthday, could tell at a glance that this girl's cunt was experienced, it had really been around. And now it was going to be around his hard cock. Well, that was just fine. Derek liked his girls two ways: the complete virgins which were putty in his hands, and the girls who despite their youth had been rolling in the hay for years and knew the best way to do it. The only girls Derek didn't like were the ones who had been fucking a while but still hadn't gotten the hang of it yet.
And now he was on top of Felicia, and his rock-hard cock was zeroing in on her pussy like an I.C.B.M. zeroing in on its target.
With a sudden thrust of his loins, Derek shot forward and down, plunging his organ deep into the waiting flesh below.
And Felicia was ready for it. So experienced and artful was she in the ways of love that her cunt actually reached out and grabbed his cock, tugging it away from him and down into the depths of her own flesh as though to steal it forever. And Felicia did want this cock in her forever. She hadn't had a man in almost two weeks now, and she was afraid of losing her touch. But, no; once she'd felt this bundle of meat force its way into her she knew that she was just as good as always; better, in fact. Because, after all, experience was the best teacher. Felicia, though young, was quite experienced in the ways and means of sex, and it certainly showed. She was going to give this man the lay of his life.
And in the other bed Cynthia was doing roughly the same to Craig Bentley. She could tell that this was a man who knew his way around, a man who'd had his choice of untold numbers of pussies, a man who could and did have any girl he wanted. But Cynthia could tell that, despite this man's sexual sophistication, he was very much impressed with her own prowess in the bedroom department. Well, Cynthia told herself as the huge cock began to churn between her thighs, maybe I haven't been around as much as you have, but that doesn't mean I can't give you a lay that'll fry your eyeballs.
By now both men were pumping in syncopated rhythm, and not only they but the two schoolgirls as well were being sucked into an ever-widening vortex of passion, of thrilling orgasmic lust. They felt like balloons, slowly being" inflated with more and more passion and pleasure at every passing moment. .
Derek's mouth was on Felicia's firm young tits now, sucking them skillfully, slowly teasing the flat brown knobs of her nipples into hard, red, erect points of passion. And Craig was doing-the same to Cynthia, until the four nipples stood out like two pairs of beacons sending out beams of pleasure.
At last Felicia began to feel that delightfully unique sensation that she had been looking forward to for days now and even weeks. She felt the hot walls of her vagina grip the hard rod of passion that was thrust between her legs, she felt her body squeeze it tighter and tighter, filling girl and man both with unspeakably delicious sensations. And then Felicia felt the greatest sensation of all: she felt that beautiful big hard phallus shiver and shake and send out its torrent of hot love-juice, which she had been waiting for for quite a long time. Oh, this was it! This was it!
And then, suddenly, Felicia was creaming too. She was sending out waves of hot golden love-juice just as fast as the big man on top of her was. The two of them went at it faster and faster, more and more, and then both of them were creaming at once, and it was fantastic. More of it, more of it. There had to be more! More! MORE!
Meanwhile, not too far away, Cynthia and Craig were holding their own in the Fuck Olympics. Cynthia moaned with throbbing pleasure as she felt Craig's huge tool zooming up and down inside her like a piledriver, faster and faster as the two of them came steadily and inevitably closer and closer to orgasm.
POW! The two of them, the man and the girl, both climaxed at the exact same moment. It was great! It was fantastic! Cynthia assured herself that, good as her previous sex life had been, this little adventure had been the best one yet. She closed her eyes and promised herself that there would be more of this. Much, much more.
But the love tryst was not over yet; indeed, it was only half-time. The two men leaped from their beds and hastily, eagerly swapped both beds and bed partners. And then Felicia was ready for Craig and Cynthia was all set to try Derek on for size.
Round two was, if anything, even better than the preliminaries, because by this time they had all had a chance to warm up. The twin shafts of masculine flesh flew up and down between those four female thighs without skipping a beat. Faster and faster, faster and faster.
And then they were all creaming again, all going on to a grander and even more delightful climax than the first one had been. The two girls, who had up until now taken it all quite easily, now let out a pair of passionate moans. Oh, this was it! They'd had sex before, and lots of it, but never as good as this! Oh, this was it! This was fuckin' IT!
And then the four of them eased into the final movements of the ballet of love, the soulful symphony of lust. Slowly but sweetly the music of pleasure drew to a close.
"Well, " said Cynthia, as both girls got up and began to put on their clothes, "that was great. We both loved it a hell of a lot."
Derek Marcus smiled, sat up in the bed and lit a cigarette. "Don't worry, " he assured the schoolgirls, "Craig and I liked it at least as much as you did. And probably more."
"Well, don't worry, " said Felicia with a wink at the two schoolmasters. "We'll be back for second helpings. And thirds and fourths and fifths and sexths ... I mean, sixths, and sevenths and eighths and...."
And then they were gone, and the door closed behind them, but in the distance the two men could still here the voice saying " ... and ninths and tenths and elevenths and...."
With a grin Derek stood up and placed his still-throbbing meat back inside his pants where it belonged. "Craig, " he said at length, flicking ashes from his cigarette into the fireplace, "as headmaster of this school, something tells me that those two girls are going to get very good grades from now on."
CHAPTER TWO
By next morning all the other male members of the faculty had arrived, and while Derek noticed that some of them might come in handy as assistants in the long orgiastic nights that lay ahead, he was also pleased to see that none of them presented very serious competition. No, he assured himself, he and Craig still had pretty much of a monopoly on cock at this school. And that, he reminded himself as he strolled across the campus, was exactly the way things should be.
By the time the other men had shown up, it was already common knowledge amongst all the girls in the school that the new headmaster and his young assistant were the owners of two of the best cocks for miles around. None of the girls had tried those cocks yet, of course, except for Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas. But it was common knowledge throughout the school that both girls set very high standards for bed partners. If these two men were good enough for Felicia and Cynthia, then they sure as hell were good enough for all the other girls.
The only problem was, with so many girls eager to sample what Derek and Craig had to offer, it was a sad fact of life that many of the girls would have to be turned away at the door. Derek and Craig were both big men with big meat, but on a campus of six hundred girls there just wasn't enough of the two men to go around.
So some of the girls would just have to go hungry.
But of course that was the girls' problem, not Derek's or Craig's. Once again these two happy wanderers were up to their necks in pussies. They could pick and choose, take what they wanted and put back the rest. With every girl on the campus beating a path to their door, they were assured of many pleasant hours to come.
After all the girls had flocked to the parking lot to see the other members of the male faculty arrive, they began to troop away slowly. Some of what they'd seen looked diverting, but not really very entertaining. Apparently the headmaster and his assistant were still the only prime cuts on campus. Only two men for all six hundred of them.
But, the girls told themselves, two would be better than nothing.
And two of the girls, Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas, were at this moment very, very busy indeed. They had commandeered the old gardener's shed and were now holding a council of war in it.
"The way I see things, " Felicia was saying as she lit a reefer and passed it to her friend, "this is roughly how we stand: there are six hundred girls here, and we all want the same two men."
"Check, " agreed her brunette companion, taking a deep drag on the reefer and passing it back. "Only US two girls want THOSE two men all for ourselves."
"Right, " Felicia commented. "We've got a slight advantage there, because we're the only ones who have laid them so far, and they were both impressed with our performance. They'll be back for more, wait and see."
"Don't hold your breath, " muttered Cynthia, who in affairs of sex could at times be very pessimistic. "The fact that they've already had us could be a Disadvantage. I've seen that type of guy before: they don't find one girl and stick to her. They like to prowl around, have a different cunt every day. The fact that they've already sampled our goodies and moved on may be bad for us. If we want to hold onto those two prize cocks we'll have to work out a way to see to it they remain faithful."
"FAITHFUL?" snorted Felicia. "A pair of free-wheeling bachelors like them. Hell, no! Zsa Zsa Gabor is more faithful than guys like that are. This is the voice of experience talking, sister."
Cynthia nodded glumly. "I guess you're right. It looks like we'll never have those two big fat juicy cocks all to ourselves. Unless maybe we kidnap them or something."
"Wait a minute, " shouted Felicia, who was as resourceful as she was voluptuous. "Kidnapping! That gives me an idea!"
"Oh, no you don't, Felish, " Cynthia groaned, accidentally letting the reefer slip from her fingers and roll down a knothole in the floor. "When I said kidnapping I was only kidding. You can't REALLY be planning to kidnap those guys! Besides all the risks involved, it's against the law!"
"So is fucking when you're under age, " retorted Felicia, "but that didn't seem to stop you. As a matter-of-fact, Cynthia, I wasn't really considering kidnapping." Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. "But I WAS considering something just as illegal."
Cynthia looked pessimistic again. "WHAT, for the love of God?"
Felicia lit up another reefer before she answered. "Blackmail."
"Blackmail?"
"Sure. It's very simple." Felicia stuck the pot-stick into her mouth and began to count on her fingers. "Item One: Both those guys fucked us. That may not be illegal, but it is something they wouldn't care to have made public. It's something we can hold over their heads for future reference."
"Fuck future reference, " hissed Cynthia, leaning forward and snatching the reefer for her own use. "We can't squeal and say they fucked us without incriminating ourselves, unless we say it was rape. But that would get the police involved, and there'd be hell to pay and all...."
"Calm down, Cynth, " said Felicia soothingly. "You didn't let me get to Item Two yet. As far as fucking goes, they've got us up against the same wall we've got them against. But Item Two is something we've got on them that they haven't got on us."
"Yeah?" inquired Cynthia dubiously. "And what pray tell might Item Two be?"
"Elementary, my dear Twatson. Remember what was inside that cute little suitcase they had?"
There was a momentary pause as Cynthia struggled to recall the jumbled events of the day before. Then suddenly her eyes widened as it all came back to her. "Oh, you mean the suitcase with the whips and the chains and...."
"Exactly." Felicia nodded, then took a triumphant drag on the reefer. "It appears that the headmaster and his friend have come unto us with a suitcase full of sexual apparatus. If the school's board of directors found out they'd figure those guys were going to use those whips and chains and so forth on the female teachers, which is bad, or on us poor little students, which is worse, or on each other, which is worst of all."
Cynthia giggled. "I get your drift, " she said excitedly. "We go tell those guys that they have to sexually service us and us only, and if they refuse we threaten to tell the board of directors about their little satchel full of sexual goodies." She frowned. "But what if they call our bluff?"
"They can't possibly, " Felicia reassured her. "We'll have to let them know we mean business, and that if they don't give in we really WILL report them. And they'll know that once we report them not only will they get fired but they'll get thrown in a nice little jail cell where they can twiddle their balls for ten or twenty years."
Cynthia stubbed out the remains of the reefer and stood up, brushing the pleats of her skirt down around her hips and ass. She went towards the door. "Let's go make them an offer they can't refuse."
* * *
"No! No! HELL, no!" roared Derek Marcus not too much time later, pounding his fist against the tabletop for emphasis as he glared at the two young but not-so-innocent schoolgirls who stood defiantly before him. "Get this straight, chicks: we run this school and you two are just two of the hundreds of cunts that go here. You mean nothing to us, and even if you did we're not the kind of guys who go steady. Restricting ourselves to two pussies out of six hundred would be worse torture than getting no pussies at all."
"It's a torture you'll have to take, " said Felicia calmly, leaning forward so that both men could see her breasts in all their glorious living color. "Because if you don't do as we say, it's the hoosegow for you. How many nice little schoolgirls do you think you'll get to fuck around with in Cellblock Seven?"
Derek snorted and flicked a cigarette butt across the room disdainfully to land in the fireplace. "Sure, girlie, if you reported us we'd lose this job. AND we'd go to jail. Bu t only if we cared to let the cops catch us." He smiled at the two girls cruelly and lit another cigarette.
"Get wise to a few things, " Craig Bentley informed both schoolgirls. "There are cops in thirty-two states and eighteen countries looking for us, mostly on morals and narcotics raps. We wouldn't be standing here jawing with you if there was a cop between here and Somaliland who could lay a finger on us."
Felicia did not give up easily, but she saw that she had to concede a point. "All right, " she admitted. "So you wouldn't go to jail. But you'd certainly have to get the hell out of the state. And that would mean quitting this lovely little job. And THAT would mean giving up that chance at six hundred little girls' pussies that you seem to hold in such great esteem. Now you wouldn't have to leave the state and give up this nice easy job AND all these chicks, WOULD you?"
Craig turned uneasily to face his senior partner. "Hey, Derek, " he quavered, "the cunt's got a point."
"Shut up, Craig, " Derek snapped. Felicia may have been made of stem stuff, but Derek Marcus was made of even sterner. He walked towards the girl, then reached out with one hand to seize her under the chin and lift her face upwards, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "True enough, girlie, " he spat. "We'd have to leave this nice easy job, with all its fringe benefits. Big shit. There's always another harem around the corner. If we can't find one here we'll look in Brussels, Melbourne, Reno ... there's always been another pussy-nest and there always will be. I'll admit that Craig and I ain't too eager to leave this place just as we started to get to know the female population, but if we have to leave we won't hesitate. You may think you've got us over a barrel, but that barrel ain't even as big as an ice cube. Now from now on we'll make it a point to fuck every girl on campus BUT you two." His cruel smile turned into a sadistic leer. "As a matter-of-fact, you should consider yourselves lucky that you had a chance."
"You shouldn't talk to them like that, Derek, " Craig protested. "I'm sure if we left here we COULD find some more cunts some place. Like you say, we always have and I'm sure we always will. But hell, we went to a lotta trouble to get this job here. I wouldn't feel right goin' through all that hassle and then chucking it like THAT." He snapped his fingers for emphasis.
Felicia and Cynthia, aware of an ally in the enemy-camp, had come closer. "You see?" crowed Cynthia triumphantly. "You have to stay after all. So you might as well do what we...."
"NO, bitch, " snarled Derek, heaving yet another cigarette butt into the already brimfull fireplace. "We don't HAVE to stay. We just WANT to stay. So you haven't got any way to blackmail us."
The two girls would still not give up. "But if you DO stay, then you'll have to fuck us and only us or we'll go to the...."
"Oh, hell!" snorted Craig, who at times could be even more impatient than Derek tended to be. "All this arguing back and forth makes me sick. Why the hell don't we make a compromise?"
Felicia saw that this might be the easy way out after all. "All right, " she said, sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide. "What kind of compromise have you got in mind?"
The idea had seemed to appeal to Derek too. "So you want a compromise, eh? All right, then. Here it is, take it or leave it: me and Craig here fuck all the girls we want, whenever we want."
Cynthia gulped. "What's in it for us, though?" she wanted to know.
"I'm getting to you, sister. Craig and I fuck all we want whenever we want, agreed? BUT the thing you get out of it is you get to help us."
"Help you?" Felicia looked vaguely suspicious, as though expecting a trap to snap shut on her. "Help you do what? From what Cynthia and I saw yesterday, when it comes to fucking you boys don't need no help. So help you do what?"
Derek snorted again. "Obviously you didn't get a very good look at the contents of that suitcase you spoke of so highly. So let me fill you in." His eyes ran lecherously up and down her frame. "And I meant that literally. That suitcase has got chains, whips, cattle prods, everything a schoolmaster needs to keep his students in their place. Wouldn't you two girls like to give us a hand in that department?"
"Not only that, " added Craig hurriedly, eager to convince the girls before they changed their minds. "But also one of those suitcases has a couple of nice big dildos in it. We never use them ourselves, because we're even bigger than the dildos. But wouldn't you like a chance to fuck some of your classmates?"
Felicia's brow wrinkled in thought. "We'll have to think it over. Excuse me while I discuss it with Cynthia." The two girls retired to a corner of the room, turning their big beautiful asses towards their male friends. For at least a minute the only sounds in the room, except for Derek sucking on another cigarette, were the frantic whisperings and rewhisperings of the two schoolgirls as they weighed the advantages and disadvantages of this truly hot deal."
Finally they turned back to face Derek and Craig. "Okay, " Felicia told them. "It's a deal."
"Swell, " said Derek enthusiastically. "We can start right in this very night. Now the way I see it, we'll need four girls to start with. We can work our way up from there. We want to find the four sexiest girls on campus." He saw Cynthia's frown and hastened to correct himself. "Present company excluded, of course. Well get all the girls on campus together and choose our meat for the night's festivities."
About an hour later the news was spreading across the campus like wildfire. The fifth period class was going to be cancelled that day, and instead all the girls were to line up for inspection. Inspection! Imagine! Nothing like that had ever happened before.
"Really, " one girl said to another with a certain amount of indignation, as they raced to obey the order. "Inspection! The men running this place must think this is a military academy, not a girls' school. They must think we're a bunch of boys!"
"Don't worry, " said her friend, giggling. "As soon as they see us lined up for inspection they'll see there's no boys in these parts." Her voice took on a wistful quality. "Though sometimes I wish there were."
"Sometimes?" The first girl scoffed. "Hell, there ain't a moment goes by that I'm not wishing for a hot dick up my hole."
The second girl said something that sounded like agreement, but there was no time to find out. They had to get ready for inspection.
* * *
At suppertime that evening the following announcement was heard over the school's public address system: "Your attention please. Will the following students please report to the headmaster's office immediately after the meal: Jennifer Bostwick, Andrea Green, Diane O'Reilly and Kathy Burke." The names were repeated and then the loudspeakers switched off.
In the broadcasting booth, Craig turned to face his partner with no small amount of satisfaction. "Well, that's that. We had inspection, and those four cunts looked like the juiciest on campus." He grinned. "But the proof of the pudding is in the eating."
"Calm down, " Derek told him firmly. Even after all these years, after the untold hundreds and even thousands of girls they'd had, Derek noticed that Craig still had a little-boy attitude towards every impending pussy, as though it were a special treat rather than just one more in a long line of twats. Derek wished he could take that attitude, but after so many years of top-choice prime cut pussy he'd become a little jaded in his tastes.
"It's all set, " he told his partner, trying to maintain an aura of nonchalance that would tone down Craig's overflowing enthusiasm. "I gave Felicia and Cynthia the suitcases with the clothes and the equipment. They're waiting in that place I picked out."
For once Craig Bentley stopped grinning. "What place, Derek?" he wanted to know. "You mentioned it to me, but I never did get all the details straight."
Derek grinned. "It's a place right near here that Cynthia told me about and how to get to. It's an underground cave, apparently Indians used to live there. Some of the girls have been using it for pot parties and such, so there's a couple of tables and gas lanterns and a few other things we'll need."
He tossed his cigarette onto the floor, and watched the red sparks die away. "Yes, Craig, " he said warmly. "This is gonna be one hell of a night."
A few minutes later Jennifer, Andrea, Diane and Kathy, the four girls that the expert eyes of Derek and Craig had chosen as the most desirable, were standing before them. Derek put an air of sternness in his voice and face. He'd been acting and role-playing since the day he was born and this was just one more role for him. But what an enjoyable supporting cast. '
"Ladies, " he said gruffly, staring hard at the eight tits which stood popping out at him, "we've found definite and prolonged use of marijuana and various alcoholic beverages very close to the Academy's premises." He looked each girl in turn in the face. Damn good faces, he told himself. "We've traced the use of these items right here to the school itself, and in fact we've traced them to you four girls." Four simultaneous cries of protest shot out at him, but he silenced them with one uplifted hand. "I am not accusing all of you. I am merely saying that I have reason ... very good reason ... to suspect you four." The protests went up again, and he silenced them again. "I am not saying that all of you are guilty. It may be only one of you, or two of you, but then again it may very well be all of you." As Derek said this it was clear to him by the looks on the girls' faces that ALL of them had been dabbling in such extra-curricular pursuits. "The evidence has been found in an Indian cave near the campus, and I am afraid that I must ask the four of you to accompany me there."
"What good would that do?" one of the girls, the girl named Jenny, started to ask, but she quickly silenced herself. It didn't matter whether they were guilty or not. They knew that Derek had only to SAY that they were guilty, and that would be sufficient for them to be expelled. The girls knew that they had to obey their headmaster.
A few minutes later the four girls were following Derek and Craig towards the Indian cave.
Neither Derek nor Craig had ever been to this cave before, but Cynthia had given Derek very explicit instructions on how to get there. And he in turn had given Cynthia and Felicia very explicit instructions on what would happen once they arrived there with their four delicious young schoolgirl prisoners.
As the two men walked down the forest path towards this mysterious cave, they could tell that the four girls with them were gradually growing more and more curious about what would happen once they actually got to the cave. Well, Derek told himself with satisfaction, let them wonder. They'll find out once they get there.
One of the characteristics of this cave was that it was fairly high up a more or less sheer rock face. It was fairly easy to climb up and down this rock face safely, but it was impossible to go up or down it quickly. This meant that, once the girls were safely tucked away inside, they would nor be able to escape. They could run out of the cave, but they wouldn't be able to climb down the rock wall fast enough to get away.
Besides, Derek told himself with a smile, by the time we get through with these cunts they won't be able to run or climb or do anything else, except lie there. Just lie there and moan.
The steep rock wall was looming up at them in the distance, and several feet up it Derek could make out the entrance to the cave. In a very few minutes it would be sunset. Derek calculated that as soon as he and Craig got their four young prisoners inside the cave it would be pitch black, both inside and outside the cave. But that was all right, because according to Cynthia the place was rigged out with butane lanterns.
Two of the girls, Andrea and Kathy, seemed to be acting strangely, and to Derek it seemed quite likely that these two girls had actually never been here before. It was clear to him that all four of these twats, and probably dozens of others still on campus, had been sneaking off the grounds for pot and booze sessions, but apparently they didn't all go to the same place. Derek began to wonder just how many caves and abandoned sheds and so forth were near this campus, and he also began to wonder if any of them might be more ideally suited to his lecherous purposes than this cave would be.
By now they were directly underneath the rock wall that led to the cave, and Derek began to scale it, ordering the girls to follow with Craig bringing up the rear in case a girl slipped. The climbing was easy enough, but very slow going, and Derek began to wonder how much trouble Cynthia and Felicia had had climbing up here while carrying the suitcase. Because that suitcase contained some very heavy things. Some very heavy things indeed.
Things like chains and shackles and manacles and all kinds of other little playthings that he just knew he and these girls would have a lot of fun with.
Soon they were, one by one, reaching the lip of the entrance to the cave. It was dark now, and Derek had to flick on his lighter to find the benzene lantern that Felicia had promised to leave at the entrance for him. As the light flicked on he thought he caught a glimpse of steel in the background, and he chuckled softly to himself. The cave was dark now, but very soon Jenny and Andrea and Diane and Kathy would all be seeing the light. Very, very soon.
He found the lantern after a few seconds of searching. There was a full gas tank attached to it, and he lit it and turned it on. He knew that Felicia and Cynthia would be hiding in the rear of the cave, in the darkness, and would not reveal themselves until the proper moment.
He turned towards the four girls, and as Derek faced them he saw that Craig was subtly placing himself between the girls and the exit to the cave. This little soiree had been well-planned indeed.
"All right, girls, " Derek told the four gorgeous chicks who stood before him, and he had to whisper because his voice carried so far in the still country air. "We know that at least one of you has been using marijuana and narcotics here, as well as liquor. In fact, we have good reason to believe that at least one of you is actually carrying illegal drugs on her person right now. Therefore, we must all ask you to strip and submit to a search."
"Strip?" shrieked Diane, and as the girl protested Derek could tell, by the intonation of her voice, that this girl really WAS hiding some kind of contraband on her body. He couldn't wait to see what it was, and where she'd stashed it.
"We're not going to take our clothes off and let you feel us up, " Diane went on defiantly. "If you really thought we were hiding something, why didn't you have one of the female teachers search us in your office, instead of luring us out here for God knows what." She turned to face the other girls. "If you ask me, these perverts have brought us up here so they can rape us."
Derek had foreseen resistance on the part of the girls, but not quite like this. There was no choice but to rely on his instincts. "Diane O'Reilly, " he announced in a firm, masterful voice, "I have proof positive that at this very moment YOU are concealing a rather interesting thing upon your own person. Listen to the tone of my voice, Diane. You know that this is not a bluff."
It obviously was not a bluff. And it was just as obvious, to all the girls, that from the way Diane reacted she knew the accusation was correct. Derek knew he had her trapped; she couldn't deny a charge that every one present knew was true.
But still she wouldn't give up. "All right, " she said. "So I HAVE got something. Now, Mister Marcus, maybe you can tell me what it is."
My serve, Derek thought to himself grimly.
He decided that once he had these girls naked and in chains Diane would get special treatment for all the trouble she was causing. He could feel every eye, including Craig's upon him as he spoke. "All right, Diane, but I don't think you'd like your friends to hear what I'm going to say. You wouldn't like me to tell them that you're concealing DRUGS...." Drugs was just a guess of course, but it was a pretty good one.
Still Diane persisted. "Drus is a pretty ambiguous statement, " she told Derek. "Maybe you can tell me what KIND of drugs?"
"Oh, the hell with this, " spoke up the girl named Kathy Burke, a cute girl with orange hair. "We better do what he says, Diane, and get this over with. If you're worried about rape, we've got them outnumbered, and a scream would carry for miles around here. Besides, I don't see why YOU should be worried about rape."
The other girls giggled at Diane's discomfort over the insult. Then, following Kathy's lead, they began to pull off their clothes, eager and impatient to get this mysterious business over with.
Seeing that she had no choice in the matter, Diane sighed wearily and began to pull the clothes from her own delicious body. Derek promised himself that it would be a long time before she got a chance to put those clothes back on. If ever.
Finally all four girls were down to bras and panties. Looking Derek in the eye, Andrea wailed "Do we have to take EVERYTHING off? Can't we leave our underthings on?"
"Of course not, " snapped Derek. "Every one knows that drug users carry the stuff next to their skins. Or even INSIDE their skins. I may have to check your mouths, anuses and vaginas." To himself Derek thought: I've got a special probe just for checking the insides of vaginas. I keep it between my legs.
The girls began to pull off their underwear, and there was a dull smacking sound as something hit the floor near Diane's feet. Derek saw at a glance what had made the noise: three or four glassine envelopes filled with white powder.
"All right, " he said, "now that all of you are naked, we've got a little surprise for you." Turning towards the rear of the cave, he shouted "NOW!"
Instantly two more benzene lanterns hissed into life, and a moment later two more. By now the cave was fully lit, and all four girls gasped at the sight that greeted them.
In the center of the cavern was a huge oak table, complete with chains and shackles attached to each corner. In the far wall, several more chains ahd been driven into the wall with spikes that were attached to them. In the corner lay several very interesting objects, objects that are sold only to people twenty-one years of age or more, and even then they are sold with only the greatest of all possible discretion.
But the most amazing sight of all was yet to come. From a darker recess in the cavern wall stepped two voluptuous girls, clad in black leather bras, black masks, black hip boots with high heels and black garter belts with stockings. But the crowning touch was the pair of nine-inch dildos, each one strapped over one of the two delicious looking torsos. Felicia and Cynthia had had time to put their costumes on.
And now the two men and the two dominatrixes were coming slowly, inexorably, towards the four quivering, helpless, naked young schoolgirls.
"Okay, folks, " Derek announced with a grin. "LET'S HAVE A PARTY!"
CHAPTER THREE
One of the girls screamed, and as she did so Derek caught a glimpse of Felicia tugging at a rope that looked suspiciously like a curtain cord. A moment later a roll of black fabric tumbled down from above, sealing off the mouth of the cavern. The cloth wouldn't prevent anyone from getting through the opening, but it would keep any further screams and such from being heard by passing Boy Scouts.
The four naked schoolgirls made a mad dash for the door, but they were surrounded by people who were stronger than they. It was the work of a moment to snatch the four victims and wrestle them over to the wall, to shackle them hand and foot.
"Not Diane, " Derek said as he saw Craig and Felicia trying to bind the girl in question to the wall with the others. "She's been a bad girl: carrying drugs and disobeying her master. So we're going to punish her first."
Diane O'Reilly shrieked and screamed and pleaded for mercy, but it was no use at all. She was dragged over to the oaken table and tossed unceremoniously onto it. Then she was shackled hand and foot, spreadeagled and stark naked, her captive flesh easy prey for all who wanted it.
"Now listen to me and listen carefully, " Derek said to all four prisoners, and as he spoke he could feel his organ slowly getting larger and more aroused within his pants. It knew that it would be called upon to perform soon. "Listen to me, all you girls. Mister Bentley and I and your fellow students here are going to give you a little working over. There'll be no damage done. Maybe some bruises or a little loss of blood, but nothing permanent. No scars, no teeth knocked out, no amputations."
He lit a cigarette, pausing for effect. "PROVIDED of course that you don't try any funny business. Because if we decide to open up a tiny little vein in your finger, just for fun of course, and you don't like that idea, then we may make a little mistake and just maybe accidentally by mistake open up a vein in let's say your NECK."
He knew that all the girls were listening now. "We're going to have a little fun with you and we hope you have as much fun as we do, not that it really matters. And when we let you go you will of course forget all about this. Because we KNOW that you've all been using drugs, and if you should decide to talk about us we might decide to talk about you." Actually Derek could tell that all four girls had been using the stuff, but the only one he had any evidence on was Diane. All four girls were too scared to realize this however.
Derek stepped back slightly and gestured for Craig to pick up the glassine envelopes and put them in his pocket.
Jenny, Andrea and Kathy, the three naked schoolgirls who were shackled to the stone cavern wall, looked on in helpless horror as Derek strode slowly and deliberately towards the bare wooden table across which the spreadeagled Diane lay in chains.
With a sudden vicious snarl Derek lashed out with his strong right hand. He slapped Diane across the face, then backhanded her. There was fear in her eyes and loathing in her mind. "I hate you, " she muttered thickly as the blood began to boil beneath her skin. "God, do I hate you."
Derek merely grinned at her, grinned the lazily sadistic smile of a man who knows he is totally in charge of the situation, and that all others must obey his commands. "Shut up, cunt, " he said to her through his teeth. "You take what I give you. You take it and you like it. And if you don't like it, then I'll just have to make you like it, won't I?"
He struck her again and again, and the pain she was enduring was reflected in the faces of her captive comrades. Each stroke of the hand against Diane's flesh elicited winces and moans from the three girls who were chained to the bare stone wall.
Finally Derek decided that his hand had spawned enough pain in this woman's flesh. But only his hand. There were certain other parts of his body which still cried out for a chance to hurt her, that hungered for an opportunity to make her scream with pain.
In the flickering shadows which leaped and danced away from the steady glare of the benzene lanterns, the captive women could see his excited hand slowly dropping past his waist, past his belt, towards the fly of his trousers. As they watched they saw him slowly, steadily open the fly. There was a sudden popping sound, like a cork being pulled from a bottle of champagne, and then his cock had popped out from its hiding place. Derek's massive organ still hung limp and flaccid, but before the captive schoolgirls' eyes the organ began to swell, began to billow up into stiffness and tumescence, until within a matter of seconds it was standing straight out from his body, tugging to leave his flesh and burrow into the helpless, quivering female body that lay stretched out for all to see.
Derek came closer, until he was scant inches away from the table, his vibrating organ's tip brushing lightly against the edge of the tabletop. Suddenly he gave a powerful spring and vaulted through the air, to land standing on the table, towering over his victim.
Then he spread his legs, straddling her as though he were some powerful Greek Colossus, staring down at his victim with the contempt that she deserved.
"I am your master, " he intoned, watching the fear in her eyes heighten as he came closer to her. "I am your master and you must obey me. You are my slave and you must obey me. You must submit, you must surrender. If I decide to kill you, that is your fate and you deserve it. If I decide to be merciful and spare your life for a few more days, that is also your fate although you do not deserve it."
He gave a sudden lunge forward, and his powerful muscular body slammed down upon the naked body that lay chained before him. With his huge hands Derek gripped the glistening thighs and thrust them farther apart than they were already, until the young girl cried out in pain as though she were being torn apart.
There was her cunt, her moist young cockpit, waiting impatiently for his shaft of flesh to violate it. Derek noticed with a certain amount of pleasure and a greater amount of surprise that Diane was still a virgin. Well, there's always a first time for everything, he said to himself, and Diane's first time is here and now.
He thrust his muscular torso forward, and his long lance forced its way into her vagina, rending and ripping the flimsy maidenhead, tearing it loose from its lashings. A thin trickle of blood began to slide from the cleft between her legs, a river of red from her Red River Valley. It was the normal flow of blood that accompanies a girl's sudden loss of her vaginal virginity, and within a few, minutes the bleeding would stop. But there might be other bleedings, and they would not stop so swiftly.
As a matter-of-fact, they might very well never stop at all. Derek was pumping now, sending his massive tool churning and grinding up and down within the captive flesh. Diane had never had a man's meat between her legs before, certainly not meat so large and powerful and well-trained as this, and it was a very unusual sensation to feel her insides being torn apart by this gigantic grinding sex organ.
And then Derek could feel himself creaming within her, filling her body up with his hot thick passion-juice. This was an even stranger sensation to Diane, and she cried out again and again, begging for mercy.
But there was to be no mercy that night. Derek arose from the table and hit her again, harder than before, and his hand left a red mark on her white skin. "I'm through with you, bitch, " he announced. "For the MOMENT. I've used you and I'm throwing you aside like the piece of utter shit that you are. But I may, just may, decide to use you again later. Maybe you'll like that and maybe you won't, but it doesn't matter and neither do you. I'm the master here and you're nothing but shit." He lit a cigarette and blew smoke in her face. "And if I DO decide to use you again, you can bet that next time it'll hurt a lot more, and last a lot longer." He leaned forward and ground the cigarette down hard, burying its smoldering end in the flesh of her thigh. She shrieked, but Derek ignored that.
He crossed the room to face Craig and the two black leather maidens, Felicia and Cynthia. "I'm through with her, " he told them. "For the MINUTE, at any rate. You can work her over now. But save some for me, because I might want to come back for seconds." He flicked his still-burning cigarette towards the three sex prisoners who were chained to the wall, and he smiled with immense satisfaction as the cigarette bounced off Jenny's naked left tit.
Now Craig had gone over to the table. He had his meat out and he was ready to use it on the cowering Diane. Go ahead, Craig thought to himself, go ahead and put up a fight. Scream. Struggle. I want it. Pussies taste better when I have to chase them and fight for them. But of course, I always win the battle.
Craig had Diane's legs spread now, and was plunging his organ deep within her. Derek knew what Craig was doing, and did not have to look. He had watched Craig fuck so many times that he knew the man's modus operandi nearly as well as he knew his own. Derek would have nothing to gain by watching Craig make the girl suffer when he could create a little suffering on his own.
Slowly Derek strode across the bare cavern floor to the suitcase his two handmaidens had brought here, the suitcase containing the tools of his trade. Slowly, leisurely, with the air of a man deciding what wine to have for dinner, Derek' examined the contents of the suitcase, even though he knew full well exactly what was within. At length he selected three small cat-o'-nine-tails. He tossed one apiece to Cynthia and Felicia and kept the third for himself. The tails of each instrument of torture had been bound into little knots, and Derek knew that those tight bundles of leather would produce very interesting results indeed.
Derek and Felicia and Cynthia came deliberately towards the three cowering schoolgirls who were shackled hand and foot to the wall. In the background they could hear Diane groaning and sobbing as Craig exacted his pound of flesh from her.
At a signal from Derek, his two capable assistants both flicked their black leather cats through the air at the exact same moment that he did, through the air to touch the skin of the victims beyond. Andrea shrieked, and Kathy whimpered, but Derek was annoyed to see that Jenny showed no reaction whatever. Secretly, he had to admire her: he saw that she knew the torture was inevitable and that to cry out would be useless, whereas not to react would deny her tormentors some of their pleasure. Derek resented this. He wanted his young victims to cry out, to scream, to plead, to beg for mercy.
He lashed out at Jenny more savagely than before, and he caught a glimpse of light within her eyes, light that grew brighter as the leather stung her flesh. Was she beginning to submit, to succumb, to surrender to the stroke of his instrument of torture? Derek lashed out again, sending his cat-o'-nine-tails streaking out to bite into the flesh of her cheek. When it came away he saw that it had left a mark underneath, a mark that Jenny would carry for some time to come. That is, if she lived that long.
Now Derek and his two handmaidens were all flogging in unison, bringing their leather cats down again and again across the reluctant flesh that lay imprisoned before him. The captive schoolgirls began to moan and shriek and cry, and behind them the cries of the violated Diane joined in the chorus.
Derek stepped back, stopping the flaying, and as he stopped Felicia and Cynthia stopped too. That was good, he told himself. These girls had to remember that he was the master, the one in charge, that he gave the orders and called the shots. As long as they kept that in mind, they would work well together. Very well indeed.
Derek called out to Craig, who had just finished shooting-his wad of cock sauce into the frantic Diane. "Unchain her and let her up, Craig, " he commanded. "I think we'll give one of the other girls a chance to suffer for a while." He saw the three girls in chains shudder as he spoke.
"Hey, wait a minute, " Felicia protested. "You and Craig both fucked her, but Cynth and I didn't get a crack at that crack yet. What's the sense of having a dildo if I don't get a chance to use it?" She looked lecherously at the sobbing Diane. "Me and Cynthia want to screw her good."
Derek's powerful fist shot through the air, and a moment later Felicia was lying in the dust on the cavern floor. "Bitch!" He spat at her. "You dare to question my commands? I, your lord and master and ruler? You will fuck only the girls I say you will fuck, if and when I give you permission to. Is that quite clear, slave?"
Rebellion was flaming into life within Felicia's clear blue eyes, but she managed to conceal it from her master. "Y-yes, " she managed to stammer at length. "You are the master. I hear and I must obey." To herself she thought, now that I've got this dildo I wouldn't mind fuckin' you up the ass, Mister Derek Marcus. But she dared not voice her thoughts out loud. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps later she would have her chance.
Derek turned to watch as Craig skillfully removed the chains from Diane's throbbing, pain-wracked limbs. Then Craig slapped the girl hard, knocking her onto the bare stone floor and kicking her into a distant corner. Diane lay there, a twisted heap of violated humanity, sobbing and groaning.
Derek walked towards the girl, the hard soles of his boots clattering dully across the cavern. The toe of one boot shot outwards and kicked her. "Get up, bitch, " he commanded. "Get up and take your punishment. No female is allowed to rest until we have fully had our way with her." He kicked her again. "Now get up and take the punishment you deserve."
Diane didn't move. Savagely Derek snapped his fingers and pointed at Craig. Derek didn't even have to give the order, because the huge blonde man knew exactly what he was to do; he had done this so many times before. Craig walked across the room and seized Diane roughly by the shoulders, dragging her to her feet. He twisted one arm painfully behind the small of her back, and she shrieked in unceasing agony as he pushed her across the room towards the wall where the other three girls stood in chains. They knew that it would be their turn soon, and Diane would be watching them endure the same torture that had already been forced upon her own body and soul.
Slowly, leisurely Derek examined the three girls that cowered in chains before him, spread out in a row like some sort of sexual meat rack. He eyed each one of them carefully, weighing their comparative characteristics. Which one would give him the most pleasure now, and which the most pleasure later. All three girls were watching him nervously as he inspected them, each hoping against hope that she would not be the one to be chosen, although all knew that eventually every one of them would have a turn to feel pain at his hands.
Derek turned away from Andrea and Kathy, and his eye fell upon Jenny. So Jenny had refused to cry out before, eh? Well, he'd make her cry out now. He'd make her scream and whimper and beg for mercy, mercy that she knew full well would never be granted to her.
Derek nodded his head slightly in the direction of the fearful Jenny. "Her, " he said quietly, in almost a whisper.
"NO!" Jenny shrieked in a voice that would resurrect the dead. "No, not me! Take one of the others! Take one of the others!"
But her entreaties were to no avail. Felicia and Cynthia unchained her from the wall and dragged her over to .the table, the sacrificial altar that was waiting to receive its next victim. No sooner was Jenny freed from the chains then Craig dragged the sobbing Diane across the cavern to take her place, and a moment later the shackles closed around the wrists and ankles of Diane.
Now it was Jenny's turn to be chained spreadeagled to the table. She fought and bit and struggled, but resistance would do no good. She might as well submit here and now, because sooner or later she would have to.
Derek lashed out once with the flat of his hand to catch the enchained Diane full in the face. She moaned once, then lapsed into blessed unconsciousness. There seemed to be foam on her lips.
Jenny was chained to the table now, and both men wanted to have their way with her. But that could wait. Derek reminded himself that Cynthia and Felicia had done their work well, they deserved a little reward for their labors. Stepping back slightly, he pointed a finger at his black leather ladies in waiting. "All right, " Derek said at length. "She's yours. Do with her what you will."
With a whoop of sadistic glee both girls rushed across the room, in a race to see which one would be first to' claim the prize. Cynthia was the victor by scant inches, and she thrust the angered Felicia out of the way. "Bitch, " Cynthia enthused to the fearful Jenny. "I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you good. Spread your legs before my dildo spreads 'em for you."
And then she was on top of the girl, and as the others looked on her huge flesh-like dildo forced its way into the schoolgirl's pussy, grinding deeper and deeper into the depths below. Jenny moaned in pain and chagrin. She didn't want this, but she knew that there was no other way. She had to submit. She had to surrender.
And now Cynthia was pumping up and down within the throbbing captive flesh that lay beneath her, and Derek saw that Jenny was being aroused against her will. Slowly the naked nipples began to rise like loaves of bread in an oven, to rise up into hard erect cones of passion. And as Derek watched in fascination he saw that Jenny was slowly being dragged into a sexual climax, an orgasm that she had not asked for and did not want.
"Oh, God!" Jenny moaned, her arms and legs writhing despite the iron chains that held them. And then Jenny was creaming, her tortured belly rising up and down beneath Cynthia's thrusting organ. She had come, she had creamed. Against her will, she had taken this huge dildo into her body and she had liked it.
Now Derek ordered Cynthia to get off the girl and give Felicia a turn. Cynthia was reluctant to do this, but she knew that she had to obey. Derek and Craig were the men, and that meant that they were the masters. It was their duty as the females to submit, to obey. If Derek deigned to allow them a bit of sex here or there they accepted it gratefully, for they knew that it might be a long time before he gave them some more. And they wanted all they could get.
Now Felicia was fucking Jenny, and her dildo was doing an even better job than Cynthia's had done. The captive schoolgirl who lay in chains on the table screamed and protested and pleaded, but it was no use whatsoever. She found herself being dragged irrevocably into another orgasm, into another vortex of insatiable lust.
And then Jenny had creamed again, and Derek smiled with satisfaction. The night had been very interesting thus far. He was sure that things would be even more entertaining as the evening progressed.
At last both black leather vixens had had their way with Jenny, and she lay on the table groaning and gasping in humiliation and unwanted pleasure. She had been forced to enjoy being raped, she did not want it but she had climaxed anyway. Now she lay there sobbing and weeping.
Derek decided that his two handmaidens had had enough sport for the moment. He did not wish to allow them too much sex, because then they would disobey his orders. He had to dangle the promise of lust before their eyes like a. carrot on a stick, allowing them only the merest and most occasional nibbles. Derek stepped forward and ordered Felicia and Cynthia to unchain Jenny. They hastened to obey, wondering as they did so what was to happen next.
"Stand her up, " commanded Derek, and Cynthia and Felicia each held the limp Jenny by one throbbing wrist, forcing her to stay on her feet when she wanted to fall to the ground and die. But they forced her to stand up. Her head rolled backwards and down, thrusting her chest forward, causing her delicious breasts to protrude invitingly.
Derek stepped forward with the air of a Gestapo officer. With one hairy fist he struck the helpless girl again and again, until he saw blood rise to her lips. Then he punched her hard in the stomach. For a moment he thought the girl was going to throw up at his feet, and if she did it would be the worse for her.
But no. Jenny fell forward, sobbing, but managed to hold herself in. Derek brought his knee up savagely, and the hard kneecap crashed into Jenny's battered face. She moaned again and cried out for mercy that was not forthcoming. When Derek's booted foot hit the floor again, there was blood on the leg of his pants. But it was not his blood.
He gestures to his female servants. "Drop her, " he ordered. Felicia and Cynthia relinquished their grip on the whitened wrists, and Jenny fell to the ground with a thump, little clouds of dust kicking up around her breasts and shoulders as they smacked against the stone floor of the cavern.
Derek kicked her once. "Drag her back and chain her up again, " he said quietly, and Cynthia and Felicia reached out with eager hands and dragged the ravished schoolgirl back towards the cavern wall, towards the chains that would bind her more tightly than they had before.
Derek saw that Craig was looking on with interest mingled with impatience. Craig had obviously enjoyed screwing Diane, but he'd done nothing at all to Jenny. He'd enjoyed watching, but in his book sex was meant to be a contact sport. Derek smiled fondly as he reminded himself that Craig had done his work well, carrying out orders without question. He decided that his assistant deserved a reward.
"Craig, " Derek called out, waving expansively towards the wall where the four girls stood helplessly. "You can call the next round. Pick any cunt you want, do anything you please. I'll just sit this dance out."
"Thanks, Derek, " Craig said gratefully. Now which girl would he choose? They all looked so good. He felt like a kid in a candy store. Diane and Jenny had already been worked over, and Craig decided he would prefer a girl who was still capable of feeling, so that he could torture her as fully as possible. But should he choose Andrea or Kathy?
He examined both of them closely. Andrea had a meek, docile look in her eyes. She knew that she was going to be raped and beaten whether she wanted it or not, and she knew that the wisest thing would be to accept it, to submit to it. But Craig saw that Kathy still had a glimmer of resistance, of defiance in her green Irish eyes. Well, he'd turn that defiance into obedience. And it would be very enjoyable.
He pointed a derisive finger at the girl. "She's next, " he murmured. Felicia and Cynthia sprang forward to unchain the next victim, and to push the already used Jenny into the shackles in her place.
Kathy was free now, and that was the way she wanted to be. She suddenly turned and ran, bolting towards the black square of fabric that marked the exit from the cavern. Once through that she would be in the outer world. She would be free. She streaked across the dusty cavern floor, bolting frantically towards the black square of freedom.
But she had reckoned without the resourcefulness of Derek, her lord and master. Slowly, lazily, as though he had nothing better to do at all, Derek stretched out one leg to catch Kathy and trip her up.
"No!" she wailed as she saw that escape was to be denied her. There was to be no escape tonight, no haven from the lust and the carnal desires.
Kathy stumbled forward and down, smashing against the cavern floor. Her huge voluptuous breasts broke her fall, but she sobbed as she realized that there would be no chance to get away.
No chance at all.
She was seized by the. ankles and dragged back across the room, towards the wooden table that waited to receive her flesh. Felicia and Cynthia picked her up bodily and tossed her unceremoniously onto the hard wooden surface. Kathy felt her head bend backwards and crash against the tabletop, and she lapsed into blessed unconsciousness.
A moment later she was yanked brutally back into reality as Craig's expert whip caressed the flesh of her limbs. She thrashed and writhed, trying to escape its sadistic kiss, but there was no escape for her tonight, or for any of her fellow captives. Strong arms reached out and seized her, spreading her limbs almost to the breaking point. She felt the hard, cold caress of the shackles.
And, right now, Craig was on top of her, bringing his cock outwards and forwards. He had already creamed once that night, into Diane, but he had not yet shot his whole wad. His cock was still huge and hard, still trembling with excitement as it came closer and closer to the vagina that lay helplessly beyond.
And then he was in her, thrusting his creamstick farther and farther and farther into her innermost recesses. Waves of pain mingled with passion began to bounce and reverberate throughout Kathy's tortured body, and involuntarily she found herself being aroused and excited by this huge massive organ that was burrowing deeper and deeper into her with every passing moment.
And then Craig was pumping, sending his huge meat pounding up and down within her throbbing flesh, forcing her to submit, commanding her to obey. And there slowly began to kindle within Kathy's writhing frame a desire, a longing, a hunger for this gigantic of meat. And the hunger, the craving grew larger and larger, like some lustful flame that slowly smoldered into a roaring, blazing inferno.
Her moans and weepings began to run into one another, to rise in pitch as Kathy lifted her head and shouted "Yes, yes! I want it! I WANT it! Oh, please give it to me! Fuck me harder!"
Craig grinned smugly. So at last one of the captive schoolgirls had learned to submit, had learned that sexual surrender was her only salvation. That was good. That was very good. Craig promised himself that before this night was over every one of the fair young damsels would learn to submit, to surrender, to give in to the way of all flesh.
"I want it! I want it all! GIVE it to me!" Kathy's ravings had reached a high-pitched howl now as she craved for more cock, more scum, more and more pain deep inside of her. She wanted more of it, more of it, more of it. And there would never, never be enough.
At last Craig was creaming within her, and then she was climaxing too, and the twin barrages of love-juice sped towards each other and meshed. Kathy began to moan in delight. This was what she wanted, this was what she lived for. She was a girl, and her only purpose in life was to get fucked. She wanted it. She deserved it. She needed it.
The big muscular blonde man was off her now. "Hey, Derek, " he muttered, stuffing his glistening organ back into his trousers. "It's your turn. I've got her all warmed up for you. Come on in, the pussy's fine."
"I don't want it, " scowled Derek, sounding like a spoiled child. "Once they give in, once they submit then they don't taste good any more. What I want is rebellious girls, girls that I can bend back and MAKE submit. I like to force them to give in to me."
"Suit yourself, " Craig called out cheerfully as he sealed his zipper. "But there's still plenty of other pussy-meat around here that hasn't learned to surrender yet."
"Yes, I know, " answered Derek. He turned on his heel and strode back across the cavern, his heavy boots kicking up little clouds of dust as he walked. He stretched out a languid hand and pointed at Andrea. "You, " he said to the fear-stricken captive girl. "It's your turn. Come here and get fucked."
CHAPTER FOUR
Slowly he came towards the cowering captive. Andrea pressed farther and farther back into the wall, hoping that it would swallow her up so she could escape from this evil sadistic lecher. But of course the wall would not do as she wished, and even if it had she would still be restrained by the shackles that bound her luscious limbs. There was nothing she could do but look on in growing horror as the sex-starved fiend came closer and closer to her.
He reached out with one hand and snatched her by the neck, pulling her closer to his own hot body. Andrea screamed in anguish as she was tugged away from the wall and she felt the cold steel bands bite into her ankles and her wrists. With a laugh Derek hit her, sending her flying back against the wall again. Andrea hit it bang on and all the breath was knocked out of her. Derek laughed again and made haste to unlock the shackles.
Then he had his prize, and he was dragging her over towards the table, that awful bare table which had seen so many other helpless bodies tortured and humiliated and degraded while lying captive upon it. Derek pushed Andrea savagely towards the table, but she stumbled and fell. With a curse he kicked her, and she dragged herself forward slightly.
Derek was angry now; his wrath had been aroused, and woe betide the female who did that to him! He picked up Andrea's frail body in both hands and yanked her upwards through the air to hold her high overhead, then he actually tossed her across the cave towards the table. Andrea screamed again and again as she saw the hard oaken slab rising to meet her battered body.
The next thing she knew, she was bent over the tabletop, her arms and head splayed out across it, her knees and legs dangling below, her helpless butt sticking outwards as the crowning touch in this festival of humiliation. Derek laughed again, and kicked her in the rump. Andrea screamed, and when she stopped screaming she saw that her wrists and ankles had been chained to the table. She was forced to remain bent over it, offering her white ass to any man who cared to take it.
Derek laughed yet again, and slapped her hard on the ass. "Bitch, " he hissed at her, "you are gonna get fucked. You are gonna get ASS-FUCKED!"
Andrea felt she was going to be sick. It was terrifying enough to have this man raping her, to be forced to watch him plunge his huge tool into her vagina. But she couldn't stand even the thought of having that man up her ass, of having him split her insides wide apart with that massive organ that still stood stiffly at attention between his legs
"Not my ass, no!" Andrea pleaded. "You can have my cunt and my mouth and my tits, but please don't fuck my ass!" She saw that Derek seemed unmoved, and she knew that she had to give in slightly, she had to admit that he was her master. "Please, MASTER!" she entreated. "Please, I beg of you, MASTER! Do anything you want, but don't fuck my ass! No, Master!"
And then, as soon as the words were out of her white-lipped mouth, Andrea knew that she had made a mistake in saying them. For of course, Derek would see to it that she received exactly the sort of treatment that she DIDN'T want. By begging not to be ass-fucked, she had inadverdently guaranteed herself a hot cock up the buns.
Derek came closer to her now, closer to the naked white ass that lay exposed, offering itself to all who might desire. He leisurely, languidly pulled the lit cigarette from his mouth and, holding it cupped between two fingers, brought the lit end down hard on the smooth space directly between the quivering buttocks.
"AAAAHHH-AAAHH-AAH!" The inhuman scream of indescribable agony reverberated throughout the cavern, and for a moment Derek was afraid that the wail of anguish would pierce the black blanket that covered the doorway, would go through it and be heard by the people in the real world outside. But then he reassured himself that there no other people within at least a half a mile of here. There was nobody who could help Andrea now. Nobody at all.
He pressed the still burning cigarette butt against her flesh again, until the last dull red sparks were extinguished. This girl would make a perfect ashtray, Derek told himself. And he had a big fat cigar that he wanted to leave here a while. A nice big fat White Owl.
He flicked the deadened butt across the dimly lit cavern, watching Jenny wince in fear as the now harmless bit of tobacco and paper rebounded from the stone wall scant inches from her right shoulder. Then Derek moved away to turn his attention back to the hot little asshole that waited so impatiently to be serviced by his nice hot dick.
His huge muscular hands, with tufts of hair around the battered knuckles, reached slowly outwards, probing for the buttocks that they knew lay so close by. He found the ass, and his powerful fingers dug into it, clawing it, forcing the girl to scream in even greater pain than before. Well, if she thought she was getting hurt now, she ought to wait a few more minutes. She would be lucky to leave this place with her ass in one piece, Derek promised himself.
Both hands had a firm grip on the pulsating rump by now. Derek took a deep breath, and then suddenly he spread the ass cheeks, spread them wide. There, looking him in the face, was the object of his desires: the tight bright pink rosebud of the asshole. Soon that rosebud would be splitting wide open and casting its petals all around the room.
Derek thrust the ass cheeks wider, and the whimpers and half-sobbed moanings of Andrea rose in pitch, begging with him, pleading with him not to do this, to let her go. Obviously Andrea hadn't learned yet that to ask the Master not to do something to her was a sure way of having it done to her.
The ass cheeks were spread as wide as they could go, and possibly wider. The inflamed asshole was there. Derek shot his lower torso forward and sent his vibrating pillar of hot cock plunging into that tight ass, loosening it. Andrea screamed yet again. Would that bitch never shut up?
Farther the huge cock went, farther and farther in, until at last Derek could feel his dangling balls slap against the backs of Andrea's tortured thighs. He had gone through the gate that was her anus, now he was in the canoodle, the turd-tunnel. This was going to be good. Very, very good.
Derek started to pump, to thump and bump and grind, and as he did so he could feel the tight walls of the asshole squeezing him even tighter. Well, that was good. He liked them tight. He promised himself that he would give this bitch the worst case of hemorrhoids in the history of Western civilization. Harder he fucked, harder and harder and harder.
And Andrea, against her will, was realizing that she would have to submit. She herself, her mind and brain, still remained rebellious and defiant, but her body disagreed with her brain, for her body knew that submission was the only salvation. Slowly the walls of her canoodle began to relax, to give in to the hot churning thump of the mountain of meat that ricocheted through her with ever-increasing speed.
And then Derek felt his hot organ swell up and begin to quiver, and he knew that this was it, he knew that soon he would be creaming within this woman's throbbing rectum.
And sure enough, a moment later his cock blew up like an erupting volcano, sending its hot steaming load of luscious cock-sauce deep within the throbbing ass of the sobbing woman.
It was over now. He pulled out of her slowly. It had been great, but it was over now. He had had his pleasure, but there would be no more. Not for today, anyway. There would be more tomorrow.
Derek stepped away from the limp body and pointed at Cynthia and Felicia. 'Take over, " he ordered, and with squeals of delight the two black leather schoolgirls ran forward eagerly, impatient to thrust their throbbing dildos into the young captive's receptive anal cavity.
Meanwhile Derek was going back across the cavern, with Craig not far behind him. The two comrades strode up to within a few inches of where the other three girls stood chained and restrained to the hard stone wall. Each man had taken a whip from the suitcase, and the helpless girls saw that the lash of each whip was dotted with a row of pyramid-shaped brass studs. The points on the tips of those pyramids looked very sharp.
CRACK! The twin lashes flicked outwards, their spangling of brass studs twinkling in the lantern light. The girls shrieked loudly as those broad bands of tanned leather struck their flesh again and again, harder and harder. They yelped once, twice, three times as the lashes bit into their skin. And wherever the stingray whips touched them, a mark was left on the flesh.
Diane was still hanging over somewhat, only half-conscious. Angrily Derek began to concentrate all his fury on her, whipping the poor schoolgirl again and again until at last she seemed roused to consciousness. And even then he continued to strike her. The helpless girl saw what was being done to her and moaned several times, pleading with the man who was her master to release her, to set her free.
But Derek had no time to devote attention to the senseless babblings of worthless females. These girls were here to be fucked, and beaten, and dominated, and he had no interest in anything they wanted to say, unless it was on the order of "Master".
Derek sped up the pace of the flogging, concentrating the blasts of leather in the area of Diane's breasts and nipples. She howled pitifully as the lash struck her harder and harder still, lacerating the flesh of her mountainous mammary glands.
At last he decided that he was done, and Derek signalled to Craig. The two of them tossed their playthings back inside the suitcase, then went over to the table where the black leather and lace maidens were still ass-fucking Andrea. Derek pushed them abruptly aside, and began to unchain their anal captive, tossing the chains in all directions.
"Oh thank you, Master, " breathed Andrea with a sigh of relief. 'Thank you for saving me."
"Shut up, bitch, " Derek snarled. He pulled Andrea free from the table and tossed her to the ground, kicking her hard several times with his big black boot. "Get over there with the others, " he commanded.
Andrea knew that she had to obey, and she tried to get up and walk across the cavern of lust. But her ordeals had weakened her; she barely managed to struggle to her feet before she tottered earthwards, and she moaned once as her kneecaps hit the hard stone floor.
"I said to get over there, bitch, " Derek cursed. Andrea had to do as she was told, but she was unable to walk or even to stand up. So she had to crawl, she had to crawl through the dust and degradation like some worthless animal, which was pretty much what she was.
Finally Andrea joined her fellow slaves against the cavern wall. Cynthia and Felicia were busy unchaining them, and as soon as they were free Craig struck them all hard, , knocking them down into the dirt and dust with Andrea. For these four schoolgirls, the night had certainly been a degrading one indeed!
Derek came over and watched them squirm about, not even bothering to conceal the amused contempt he had for these mere sex objects. Finally he spoke. "Get up, " he said to them, and it was a command. "Get up and put your clothes on. You're all going back to the campus."
Kathy moaned as she struggled vainly to maintain an erect position. "But, Master, " she entreated, "we are unable to do as you say. We must have a chance to rest, to recover...."
Derek's boot lashed out and caught the girl full in the face. She staggered backwards, fell against the wall and slid to the ground. There was blood in the corner of her mouth.
Derek spoke in a voice that no man-or woman-could ever dare to disobey. "You will do as I have told you, " he barked. "You will get up, and you will put your clothes on, and you will go back to the campus, and you will NOT breathe a word of this to anyone, EVER!" He glowered at the huddled masses of female flesh. "Now get MOVING!"
This time the schoolgirls could not disobey, although they were weakened from exhaustion and great loss of blood. But they knew that they had to obey, so they struggled to their feet, using each other and the stone wall for support. Then, half staggering, half crawling, they made their way across the cavern to where the heap of discarded clothing stood. They had never expected to put those clothes on again, and Derek knew it. They expected to remain here, chained and naked, until death came to relieve them of their bottomless miseries. But there would be no death. Not this time, at any rate. Derek wanted the pain to last for as long as possible, and the memory of that pain and the accompanying humiliation to last even longer than that.
Slowly, one at a time, the four ravished schoolgirls managed to make their way across the cavern floor towards the clothes, and when they got there they had to struggle to pull the tight garments over their bodies, which were streaked with sweat and saliva and blood. Derek and Craig looked towards the dark blanket which covered the opening of the cave, and they saw that the black fabric was slowly turning lighter, as though a powerful source of illumination were shining through it from the other side. Frantically both men looked at their watches. It was almost dawn!
"Now what, Derek?" Craig wanted to know. 'These girls won't be in shape for classes tomorrow morning ... I mean, THIS morning. If anybody finds out what was done to them, WE'LL be in trouble, even if they don't know we did it. Because it's our job to keep an eye on the schoolgirls."
Derek lit another cigarette impatiently, snapping the lighter shut with an angry click and stowing it away in one pocket. "Of course I know it. That's exactly why I took the job. And you must admit I'm pretty good at keeping an eye on them, am I not?" Derek grinned and exhaled smoke triumphantly.
His friend Craig moaned. "Stop clowning, Derek! You know damned well what I mean: if anyone finds out these girls got a workover we'll be in trouble even if they don't suspect we did it. The headmaster and his assistant are supposed to protect the students from such things."
Derek took a long, luxurious drag on his cigarette, then rolled it between his fingers. "I know what you mean, " he said at last, and Craig breathed a sigh of relief. "So, what do you suggest?"
"ME? Why me? You're supposed to be the boss of this operation. What are you asking me what I suggest for?"
Derek sighed at his partner wearily. "Oh come now, Craig, old man. After all, I do most of the work AND most of the thinking in our little partnership. I have to let you run the ship ONCE in a while, now, don't I?"
Craig sighed and threw his hands in the air. "Look, Derek, don't you see what I'm talking about? By the time we get these chicks back to the campus they won't be in any shape to go to class. The teachers will want to know why the hell not, and WE'LL be the ones who get screwed when they find out."
Derek looked amused for some reason. "Really, Craig? And why us, pray tell?"
Craig moaned. "Because WE'RE the ones who are in charge of them, who are responsible for them. Rank has its responsibilities."
Derek puffed out more cigarette smoke. "Rank also has its privileges. If it didn't I'd see to it that I was always a buck private. Craig, as headmaster of this academy, don't you think that it would be a simple matter for me to delegate four of the more responsible and mature students to run an errand for me?" He puffed on the cigarette as though he were giving it a blow job. "We invent some excuse for why the girls haven't shown up, and we keep them under wraps until they recover, which shouldn't take too long because I didn't fuck them up as much as I would have liked to." He sighed again. "Because of our respected position in the community, our story will be believed and our actions, though met with a certain amount of opposition, will be accepted."
* * *
As it turned out, Derek was right, as usual. Several members of the faculty questioned his decision to send the girls out "on an errand", but there was really not much they could do about it at this point, except wait for the girls to return.
Meanwhile, Derek and Craig, with the assistance of the ever-helpful Felicia and Cynthia, had sequestered their four young sex-slaves in the abandoned gardener's shed. Apparently the last gardener employed by the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies had seen fit to do a little ploughing of several girls' bushes, and after he disappeared suddenly, leaving a trail of ravished schoolgirls in his wake, the Academy's board of directors had seen fit not to hire a man to replace him. So now the gardener's shed stood empty and unused, which was just fine with both Derek and Craig.
They moved their four victims into it, chaining their hands to the furniture and gagging them. The shed was sturdy enough and isolated enough to prevent any sounds the girls might make from reaching the ears of anyone else on campus.
The four girls were left there to recover from their wounds. This would not take more than a day at the most, because Derek had seen to it that they received only the light treatment. Later, after the girls' tolerance levels had been raised under his careful tutelage, Derek would make certain that they would get the heavy treatment.
After the girls were locked up in their makeshift prison Derek assigned Craig and Cynthia to smuggle some food into the shed and make the girls eat it, warning them that if they refused to take it or if they cried out for help that punishment would be swift and permanent. The girls knew that he was not joking, and they did not dare to disobey their Master.
While Craig and Cynthia were getting the food, Derek went towards his office with Felicia in tow. Naturally both she and Cynthia had removed their leather gear and donned civilian clothes again. Derek couldn't decide which way he liked Felicia better: in black leather bra and garter belt or in miniskirt and tight white turtleneck.
As the two of them crossed the campus, Derek spoke to her. "Well, I must say, this is certainly a very interesting school you've got here."
Felicia made a face. "It was dullsville till you came along. No, let me be honest about it: for the last few years sex was verboten here, and we all had to sneak out and get it on the sly. One day the gardener, who was an old fart who knew King Tut and Cleopatra personally, kicked off from a heart attack trying to fuck little old Cynthia. That livened things up slightly, but not much."
Derek was listening, hung on every word the girl was saying to him. She eagerly went on with her story: "A few weeks before you came here, just after the old gardener died, we got a new one, a fellow by the name of Roger Masterson. For the first time there was some real action on campus, because this guy had cock. Real cock, at least as good as yours is and maybe an inch longer. As she spoke Derek looked ruefully at the bulge in his trousers. He'd always considered his own donger Numero Uno, and he didn't like the idea of Felicia or any other girl comparing it unfavorably to another guy's. Derek remembered the contents of his suitcase and promised himself that Felicia would pay for making that comparison, in fact she would pay very dearly.
"Anyway, " Felicia was saying, "every girl on campus wanted to lay that guy, but he only did it with me and Cynthia and one or two other chicks. Then one night he just disappeared, and two other girls disappeared with him. We had no idea where they'd gone, but we found something very interesting nearby: there was a big tough guy from some motorcycle gang lying with a broken neck right near Cock Rock. And the sexiest teacher in the school had been gang-banged right inside Cock Rock itself. We never did find out if there was a connection between them and Roger Masterson, but that was why...."
A bell had rung in Derek's brain. "Wait a minute, " he asked. "What did you call that place? Cock something?"
"You mean Cock Rock?"
"That's it. What the hell is Cock Rock?"
Felicia giggled girlishly. "You mean you don't know yet? Boy oh boy, are you in for a surprise. Cock Rock is a big hill, or maybe a small mountain, right near here, and it's shaped like a cock. You have to see it to believe it. It's even got boulders for balls, and there's some bushes where the bush should be."
Somehow this intrigued Derek. "Is Cock Rock circumcised?"
Felicia giggled again. "Not yet, but we're working on it. We haven't found a knife that's big enough yet. Anyway, " she continued, "right at the top of Cock Rock, where the piss-hole should be, is a pothole that leads right into a chamber underneath. Some of the girls used to get together there sometimes. We had booze, pot, you name it, everything but men. Once in a while some of us would dildo each other but what we really wanted was a taste of real cock." Felicia made sure nobody was watching, then she leaned forward and kissed Derek. "I'm glad you came along, Derek, ' I really am. After Roger Masterson disappeared you and Craig are the only cock I've had, and I want you both all to myself. But I'll save some for Cynthia, of course."
"Sorry, baby, " Derek pushed Felicia gently but firmly aside and continued walking, keeping a slight distance from her. "Like I told you before, I'm not the kind of boy who saves himself for Miss Right. I don't tie myself down to one or even two cunts. If something moves, I fuck it."
Felicia was not the sort of girl who gave up easily, as Derek had already noticed. She moved closer to him and wrapped both her arms around one of his, not even caring whether or not anybody was watching. "I know you like all the different flavor cunts, Derek, " she said dreamily. 'That's exactly why I like you: you're a swinger, a real man of action. You're not one of those schmuckheads who marries the first half-titted cuntface he sees and settles down and has eighteen kids and no orgasms and never gets within half a mile of any real snatch. You're nothing like that, Derek, and you never will be. That's exactly why I want you so much."
Derek couldn't help laughing. He pulled the coquettish girl into an alcove where they would not be so much in the public view, and then he kissed her. "Baby, " Derek said finally, "you're so crazy about me because I'm not a one-woman man. You're so crazy about me that you want me all to yourself. Well, if that happened, I'd BE a one-woman man." He kissed her again. "And then you wouldn't want me anymore, now would you?"
Felicia couldn't help laughing. "I never thought of it that way, Derek. But I guess you've got a point." She winked at him.
"Okay, so I guess I can't be greedy and have you all to myself. But at least I'm entitled to as much as you as I can grab, huh?"
This time it was Derek's turn to laugh. "Sorry again, kid. I don't like too much of any one girl. The more a girl chases me the less I like it. I've gotta be the one who does the chasing, yes, and the catching too. Sometimes when a guy's going after cunt the thrill of the chase is better than the capture. My favorite cunt is the one I have to chase the farthest and fight the hardest when I finally catch it. If I happen to meet a chick someplace and she lays down and spreads her legs and says 'Give it to me' then I might take it, and that tastes okay even though I didn't have to chase her or fight her. But when the twats start chasing ME, then that's it sister."
Felicia was puzzled; she'd gotten the drift of what Derek had said to her but she hadn't understood it completely. "I don't know what you're saying, Derek. Could you translate?"
"Gladly. The harder I have to break my balls to grab some snatch, the better that snatch is. But if I don't even have to lift a finger to get some pussy, then that pussy doesn't taste good to me at all. In other words, baby, I like you fine as is, but if you keep pestering me I'll dump you completely."
"WHAT?!?" Felicia looked as though she'd been shot. She bounded out of the alcove and into public view. "After everything I've done for you, Derek, you dump me completely? I could understand if you want other chicks TOO, but why toss me out of the picture?" Her voice had risen in volume quite a bit, and Derek was afraid that some of the passersby in the distance would hear her. By now it was early morning, and the Academy was slowly coming to life.
"For Christ's sake, Felish, don't you see what I'm telling you?" implored Derek, frantically trying to calm the schoolgirl down before she attracted any more attention than she already had. "I don't like , twat unless it doesn't want me. I only want girls who don't want me because it's a real kick to MAKE them want me, to make them BEG for my meat up their holes. If you keep asking me for cock like this, then the challenge is all gone."
"Then I'm all gone too!" roared Felicia. Several of the students in the distance had definitely begun to notice that something unusual was going on in the alcove, and for a moment Derek considered knocking Felicia over the head to keep her quiet. But in the long run that would only make more trouble.
He tried to caress Felicia, to placate her by offering her his body that she lusted for so much. But Felicia had pushed him away.
"Don't touch me, " she rasped, and there was an unpleasant tone in her voice. "I'm going to report you to the Academy's board of directors, and then to the county police. I'll bet they'd just love to know about those nice little schoolgirls you've been beating up and raping in that Indian cave."
Derek took a step towards her menacingly. "You were the one who told me about the cave, " he pointed out. "You and Cynthia." He came closer to her. "And if you squeal on me, I'll squeal on you. I'll bet your parents would just love to know about all the gentlemen friends you've been entertaining. If you spill my beans, I'll spill yours."
Felicia was defiant. "I'll take that chance. And anyway it'd be worth it if I paid you back for what you've done."
Derek had lost his temper by now. The rugged, adventurous, lecherous life he had led had taught him that losing his temper could be fatal, but he ignored that as he came closer to Felicia and grabbed her by the wrists. "You bitch!" he roared. And then heard, 'That does it, lover boy. I hope you look good in stripes because when the cops hear about you that's what you'll be wearing." And then suddenly she had pulled loose from him and was hurtling across the campus, running away to squeal on him, to betray him!
Suddenly Derek had no idea of what was going on. All he knew was that he would have to stop that girl. He thundered after her, tackled her and brought her crashing to the ground. Luckily they were near the edge of the campus, and behind a building, so there was nobody to witness this.
Felicia lay still, and she didn't seem to be breathing. For one terrible, panic-stricken moment Derek thought he'd killed her. Then he saw her chest heave and realized that she was merely unconscious.
By this time Derek had stopped thinking completely, acting purely as his animalistic, lustful instincts commanded him to. So Felicia wanted his cock, did she? Well, he'd give it to her. God, would he give it to her!
With all the brute force of a man gone totally mad, Derek seized big handfuls of the delicious clothes that Felicia wore, tearing them from her body. He tore and tore and tore again, until the girl was completely naked, with only her shoes and a few remnants of cloth about her wrists and ankles still clinging to her flesh.
With one hand and one foot he spread her legs to almost a ninety-degree angle, and had Derek not been so crazed he would have noticed that Felicia's eyelids were fluttering from the pain. With his free hand Derek pulled open his fly, and a moment later his cock was out, ready willing and able to do his bidding.
Derek plunged his body down upon the naked, unconscious girl, and rammed his huge throbbing organ into her. As he did so he noticed that Felicia's face was slowly beginning to come alive again, flicia was regaining consciousness!
Just then Felicia's eyes opened wide. She took in the situation in an instant: she was being raped! Felicia opened her mouth to scream, but instantly Derek slammed his own mouth down on top of hers, kissing her, tonguing her, doing anything to prevent her from screaming.
As Derek began to rape her he also started to tongue her mouth to keep her from screaming. But suddenly he felt her teeth come down hard on his tongue. With a yelp of pain he pulled his head away from hers and saw that she was about to scream....
"BITCH!" He slapped her hard, and the scream died stillborn. He slapped her again, then held one hand down firmly over her mouth, restraining her, preventing her from making that scream.
Felicia had ruined everything, and now she wanted to do even more damage. Suddenly Derek realized that hurting her wasn't enough; he wanted to kill her. Still pumping his cock within her body and still keeping her mouth closed, he reached out with his free hand to seize her by the throat. I don't want to do this but I have to, he said. I don't want to do this but I have to. I don't have to do this but I want to. I don't want to do this but I have to.
And then his fingers were around her throat and squeezing hard, harder, just as hard as her reluctant twat was squeezing his cock. Suddenly Derek realized that he was going to cream. What a time for an ORGASM!
Against his own will he shot his wad, and the excitement was so much that he loosened his hold on Felicia's face and neck. Instantly she screamed, and her writhing head came up against his own and hit it hard. The two foreheads collided with a crack. For one painful moment, Derek didn't exist. Then he saw that he was lying on his back and Felicia, naked Felicia, was running away from him, running to tell the world all about him!
He had to kill her!
Frantically Derek ran after the girl, screaming for her to come back and be killed just as loudly as she was screaming for the police. In his blind panic Derek slipped on a stone and fell sprawling.
Then he looked up and saw that Felicia was far away from him by now, running towards a group of schoolgirls and several teachers of both sexes. Derek saw that he'd been beaten, he had to get out of here. HE HAD TO RUN!
Frantically, sobbing with grief and excitement, Derek Marcus turned and ran, his cock still dangling from his trousers and leaving a trail of drops of white liquid every few paces. Derek ran blindly. Where could he go? What could he do?
Ahead of him Derek recognized the gardener's shed. Derek ran towards it and shouldered the door. It wouldn't budge, and he remembered he'd ordered Craig and Cynthia to bolt it.
Derek pounded on the door helplessly. In the distance behind him he could hear someone shouting "Hey, you!"
Derek turned to look. A squadron of teachers, male and female, were bearing down upon him, followed at a respectful distance by some of the bolder schoolgirls.
One of the male teachers had a gun.
Derek screamed.
CHAPTER FIVE
He'd been up against guns before, and worse things. With a valiant effort Derek turned to face the door, remembering that the wood was old and probably rotten. He lifted one powerful foot and smashed against the door near the handle, breaking a sizable hole in the door.
Derek's hand was through the hole and drawing the bolt open. Behind him he heard a gunshot, and someone shouting "Call the police!" The gun was still too far away to do any damage to Derek, and so were the police. But he couldn't afford to waste time.
Derek pushed the door open, nearly falling into the room. Inside he saw the four schoolgirls, Jenny and Andrea and Diane and Kathy, gagged and in chains. He also saw Cynthia and the ever-sadistic Craig busily engaged in tormenting them in a rather ingenious way. If Derek hadn't been in such a hurry he would have admired their handiwork.
But there wasn't time.
"CRAIG!" he roared. "They're after us! Let's GO!"
A normal man might not have gotten the full import of those words, or if he had gotten it might be too surprised to act upon them. But Craig Bentley, along with his partner Derek, was accustomed to taking frequent powders on only a moment's notice. Craig dropped the instrument of torture he was holding and made a dash for the door.
In his anger and despair, Derek saw Cynthia as a substitute for the Felicia he hated, the girl he wanted to kill. If he couldn't have Felicia then this girl would do just as well.
"Craig!" he shouted again. "Wait a minute! We're taking this girl with us!"
Cynthia saw what Derek was up to, and as he snatched at her she tried to hit him. But he had her firmly by the dress, and as she turned to run from his grasp the garment tore, leaving Derek holding an empty dress and a frightened Cynthia running across the shed in her bra and panties.
Craig still had possession of his thought processes, even if Derek didn't. With a leap he was on top of the girl, a swift karate chop to her neck knocking her temporarily senseless. Still gripping her firmly, Craig searched through the suitcase filled with dildos and cattle prods and chains and shackles and manacles until he found what he wanted: a pair of handcuffs. In a moment he had the steel bands on her slim wrists, and then he was pushing her towards the door. "Come on, Derek! Let's hit the road!"
The two men dashed out of the shed, pushing their screaming, half undressed young hostage before them. The bloodthirsty teachers and students were only ten feet away now, and both men knew from experience that the police would not be far behind. Fortunately, it was a rural area, and there were no city police, only county and state ones, and that meant it would take a little longer before the cops showed up. And every second would count.
The onrushing horde of teachers hesitsted for one second as they saw that the girl in bra, panties and handcuffs was a hostage, but after that one second they pressed forward again. The man with the gun was holding it inches from Derek's skull. Why the hell hadn't the guy fired it yet?
Derek lashed out with both fists at once, one hand decking the man, the other making a grab for the pistol. The gun fired once, into the air, as the man fell. Then Derek stepped on the man's face, and the gun was his.
It was the work of a moment to press the gun barrel into the small of Cynthia's back, two inches from the strap of her tight white bra. Together Derek and Craig carried their hostage through the crowd. None dared resist them. Nearby was a car, and they pushed the screaming girl towards it.
There was no key in the ignition.
Derek turned to face the crowd. "Who has the keys to this car?"
No one answered. He dug the revolver deeper into Cynthia's bare flesh, until she moaned in pain. "You heard me: who has the keys?"
There was a brief pause, and then one of the male teachers dug into his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. He tossed it through the air towards Derek's face.
Derek leaned forward and caught the keys with both hands, and then he realized what a terrible thing he'd done: in catching the keys, he'd dropped the revolver!
The crowd saw it too, and now they were pressing forward again. Cursing himself for his own stupidity, Derek grabbed Cynthia by the tits and pushed her into the back seat, pushing Craig in on top of her. As he pushed the key into the ignition he saw that the crowd was inches away from the car now. Craig had had the sense to slam both doors in the crowd's collective face. But now the car was surrounded with screaming people. How could Derek start the car and drive out of here if the people wouldn't let them move?
Hoping against hope, Derek turned the key in the ignition.
There was a loud bang, and for a moment Derek thought someone had found the revolver and shot him. Then he realized that the car's ancient motor had backfired. But the crowd, mistaking the bang for a gunshot just like he did, had fallen back and out of the way, trying to dodge the bullet.
A moment later Derek and Craig were roaring down the road, a voluptuous handcuffed hostage in the back seat.
CHAPTER SIX
As soon as they were safely away from the grounds of the Academy, Craig turned his eyes from their gorgeous, half-naked hostage to confront his senior partner Derek.
"I think you owe me an explanation, pal, " Craig heard himself saying. "What the hell happened that we had to leave town so fast and why?"
Now that the Academy and all the unpleasant thoughts connected with it had disappeared into the distance, Derek discovered he could think more clearly and rationally. With a sigh he gripped the steering wheel more firmly and half-turned to face the angry Craig. "I don't know how it happened, " he admitted. "I was talking with Felicia about that orgy we had last night, and she said that she was mad that I fooled around with other chicks instead of going steady with her. I explained that I ain't a one-girl guy, and she blew up. She threatened to go tell every cop from here to Alaska about that little orgy of ours, and when I heard that everything went blank. The next thing I knew, I was trying to kill her.
"Oh, Jesus." Craig tried to light a cigarette, found he was too nervous to do so, and flung the thing out the car's rear door window. "Very smart, Derek. Very fuckin' smart. I've seen dozens of chicks threaten to turn us over to the cops, an' you always sweet talked them out of it with a little brains and a lot of cock. How come all of a sudden you wanna rack up a murder rap?"
Derek slammed his fist down on the horn button as an outlet for his anger. "Damn it, I didn't know what I was doing! I started out trying to strangle her, and then a minute later I was raping her. As soon as I shot my wad up her twat she knocked me off and went to squeal on me. I grabbed this car, grabbed this chick, grabbed you, and here we all are."
"So, we're here, " Craig cursed under his breath, and finally managed to light up a cigarette. "So now what are we supposed to do? We've got the cops after us for God knows how many different raps. They've got our names and descriptions, and they've got the description and license number of this car we stole. And we've also got a hostage we don't know what to do with."
As Craig said this a car came towards them from the opposite direction. Instantly Cynthia had struggled up to a kneeling position and was shouting to the people in the other car to help her, to call the police. Craig swore viciously and pulled the half-naked girl down again. 'Try that again, bitch. Try that a second time and you'll never have a chance to try it a third time."
As he said this Craig looked up at his partner Derek Marcus. For years now the two of them had been gallivanting all over the country and most of the world, fighting all the men and fucking all the women. They had a new face in every port of call, and a new name to go with it. They'd had jobs in every profession and citizenships in every nation; whichever one most suited there purpose at the time was the one they used. And always Derek had been the leader, the man in charge.
They'd gotten into trouble plenty of times.
There were hundreds of policemen, criminals and jealous boy friends who would shoot them as soon as look at them-not that they were going to get much of a chance to do either. And every trap that Craig and Derek had fallen into they'd always climbed right back out of with the help of their wits, their fists and their cocks. And always Derek had been the man in charge, the leader.
Well, now Craig decided that he was sick of this. The two of them had managed to wangle themselves the greatest job on earth: as headmaster and his personal assistant in an all-girl school. The fringe benefits on a job like that were enormous. And what had Derek done? He'd thrown the job away, and the girls that went with it, without even consulting Craig. The more Craig thought about it the madder he got.
Suddenly he said "Pull over, Derek."
It took a while for the words to register in Derek's numbed consciousness. "What did you say, Craig?"
"You heard me, damn it! Pull over!"
Derek was a man accustomed to giving orders, not taking them, but there was something in Craig's tone of voice that made Derek feel he should do as he was told. With a sigh, he twisted the steering wheel violently to bring their stolen car off the road and onto the shoulder, and from there into an indentation in the cluster of trees that lined the road. From where they were now it would be difficult for any passers-by to see them unless they knew where to look.
The two men got out of the car and walked deeper into the woods. Craig had Cynthia's shackled arms twisted behind her back, and he pushed the girl ahead of him as they walked.
"Okay, this is far enough, " he said. Craig pushed the miserable girl into a clump of dead leaves and leaned against a tree, puffing on his cigarette.
Derek looked madder than ever. "Okay, " he demanded. "Here we are. Now what comes next?"
"Relax, baby, " came Craig's answer. "I've got one or two little items of business I wanna discuss with you."
Derek snorted. "Is that all? I thought we were going to rape this little cunt we got with us."
"We will, don't worry. But first we're gonna have a little chat." Craig flicked his cigarette butt into the distance and turned back to face Derek. "Right now we're runnin' from the cops, and it's all your fault. One little slip-up by you and that whole big beautiful chance of a lifetime to fuck every girl we want went and blew up in our faces."
Derek didn't like the way Craig was looking at him, and shuddered visibly. "Anybody can make a mistake, Craig. We've both done it before. If anything, you've fucked up more times than I have."
Craig Bentley nodded. "Yeah, that's true and we both know it. But I never made a mistake half as bad as that one. You lost your temper and you blew your cool all at the same time. We're damned lucky we got off that campus with our asses on straight. Those people coulda killed us." He paused to light another cigarette. "So, Derek, I can't take a chance on something like that happening again."
Derek was breathing unsteadily now. "So that's it, eh? After all those years together we split up? Just like that?"
Craig shook his head. "No, Derek, not just like that. We're not splitting up, not yet anyway, because we need each other for at least as long as we can get out of this fiasco alive. The only thing is, from now on I'm giving the orders. All of them."
"WHAT?!?" For a moment Derek looked as though he'ckbeen shot and had a heart attack at the exact same time. "Don't be an asshole, Craig. You couldn't get us out of this jam."
"Maybe not, pal. But you're the one who got us into it and I figure it's time for a new administration."
Derek sneered. "You're crazy."
Craig came a step closer. "I'm also six inches and fifty pounds bigger than you. Either we both go my way from now on or you don't go anywhere at all. I'll kill you right here an' now. So what'll it be?"
Derek saw that his partner was deadly serious. For one moment he considered knocking Craig over the head, grabbing the girl and getting out of here. But then he knew that that would be sheer lunacy. With a sigh Derek nodded his assent. "You win, Craig. You're the boss from now on."
Craig nodded too. "Damn right I'm the boss. Now I know we're both in a hurry to fuck this little pussy here, but we gotta get outa the state first. We should be over the state line in about ten minutes if we break the speed limit. So let's get the hell on the road."
An hour later they were in upstate New York and heading towards New York City. They paused only long enough to steal some license plates from an abandoned car and put them on their own stolen vehicle.
Cynthia, meanwhile, had been watching all this in growing fear and apprehension. She was not at all enthusiastic about being handcuffed and dragged all over the countryside by two desperate men while wearing only a bra and panties. She knew that she was in a hell of a lot of trouble, but she also knew that there didn't seem to be an awful lot that she could do about it.
"Listen, " she told her captors frantically, "you've got to let me go. Having a hostage won't help you much at this point, and if you let me go you'll automatically be in less trouble right there."
Craig snorted in disgust and contempt. "Sure! Let you go to run to the cops. No dice, baby. No dice at all." He snorted again. Women! Not half a brain among the lot of them. All they were good for was a fuck now and then. He could hardly wait for another chance to fuck this one.
Finally, after many hours of driving, with several stops to siphon gas from cars in parking lots, the two men and their helpless prisoner arrived in New York City. Craig, who had taken over driving the car shortly after he'd taken over command of the operations, pulled the vehicle up outside a dingy-looking building on Eighth Avenue, a building prominently labeled "RAP STUDIO".
Craig pushed open the door and went in, not even bothering to knock. He made a signal to Derek, and Derek followed him in, dragging the reluctant Cynthia, who was still in chains and very little clothing. Quite a few bystanders stared at seeing the man drag this beautiful, handcuffed girl who wore only her underthings into this building, but the vast majority of the onlookers merely kept on walking. Such incidences were quite common in New York City, especially on Eighth Avenue.
As Derek kicked the door shut a man came out from an inner room to see what all the noise was. The man had one hand under his jacket, and from the bulge that hand made he seemed to be holding something in it, something shaped an awful lot like a pistol. Obviously he suspected a raid, or even a robbery.
When he saw there were two men, neither one armed, he relaxed slightly, but didn't pull the hand out from his jacket. "What can I do for you people?" The man's eyes bugged slightly when he got a look at Cynthia, but he was not so surprised as he might have been. After all, he'd been in this business for quite some time, and all kinds of things went through that door.
Craig walked right up to the man. "I wanna see Rollo. Fast."
"Rollo ain't here no more, " came the answer. "Rollo ain't nowhere. A little business rival decided to put him on a permanent retirement plan."
Craig cursed. He hadn't expected this. "All right, then who's running the place now? Jimmy? Bubba? Rock? Fred?"
The other man, seeing that he was dealing with someone he could trust, took his hand away from the bulge in his coat. "Jimmy ain't here either, " he announced. "Retired about the same time Rollo did, never did find him. Fred quit the business, an' Rock never will be more than a number-two man. So Bubba's runnin' the whole damned show now."
Craig breathed a sigh of relief. "All right, then. Tell Bubba I want to see him pronto."
"Not so fast, baby. A lotta dudes wanna see Bubba, but he don't always wanna see them. So who shall I say is calling?"
Craig lit a cigarette and flicked the match into a corner. "Bubba doesn't know me by name, at least not by the name I'm using now. Tell him that the guy who got him all that Chinese pussy is here to see him. Pronto."
"Well, okay, but Bubba's a busy man. I'll give 'im the message, but I can't promise hell see you."
"He'll see me. Once he finds out who's out here you couldn't keep him away from me. Now go tell him."
The man looked dubious, but went away, presumably to give Bubba the indicated message.
"I don't like this, " Cynthia wailed. 'This place looks like a whore house. Let me out of here."
Derek kicked her. "Shut up, bitch." He turned to face Craig. "Hey, Craig, who is this Bubba fellow anyway?"
Craig didn't answer, but he didn't have to, for a moment later the door burst open and a huge black man strutted into the room. The man was covered with silk, fur, gold and diamonds from head to toe, and there were even diamonds set into several of his teeth. His arms were open wide and his grin was even wider. "Mike, baby!" He enthused, looking directly at Craig. '"What's happenin', man?"
Craig grinned as the two of them shook hands. "It ain't Mike anymore, Bubba, from now on the name's Craig. Craig Bentley. At least till the cops find out about it, and then I'll just change it again."
"Craig Bentley, huh? Dynamite." The man named Bubba looked his comrade up and down. "Brothuh, if I'd bumped into you on the street I woulda never known it was you. You used to have red hair, an' I'd swear your nose ain't the same shape it used to be."
Craig grinned wider still. "Neither are my ears." He slapped Bubba on the back. "My face changes as fast as my name. Bubba, this is a friend of mine, Derek Marcus. Derek, I'd like you to meet Bubba Monroe."
Bubba's eye had fallen upon Cynthia, who was trying to disappear into the woodwork. 'That's just like you, Mike ... I mean, Craig. You walk in here with a gorgeous naked chick an' you introduce me to a man." He pushed his way closer to Cynthia. "I'd rather be introduced to the fox here."
Craig shrugged. "Okay, this is Cynthia Rodinas. Big tits, well-trained cunt. An' I'm giving her to you. I figure your stable could use a nice new twat to brighten up the place."
Bubba's big jaw dropped. "You GIVIN' her to me? Oh man, it's just what I needed? Three of my chicks done caught the clap an' another one's pregnant and ain't had time for an abortion yet. You sure your name is Craig an' not Santa Claus?" Suddenly Bubba stopped grinning, and a suspicious look came over his black face. "Wait a minute, brothuh, I know you, man. You never gave away nothin' to nobody. What's the catch?"
Craig stubbed his cigarette out and tossed it over his shoulder. "No catch at all, Bubba. Except...."
"Aha! I knew it! Here it comes!" Bubba hooked his thumbs into his belt loops and looked at Craig. "Okay. What do I gotta do to win the little pussy here?"
While Derek and Cynthia listened Craig explained to Bubba their present circumstances: how they'd been forced to leave the girls' Academy, what crimes they'd committed en route, and so forth. Finally he made Bubba a proposition: in exchange for giving Bubba Cynthia to work in his bordello, Bubba would take on Craig and Derek as employees until the heat blew over slightly. Bubba knew Craig well, and he could tell what kind of man Derek was by looking at him. There were many uses for such men within his organization.
Finally Bubba decided that the bargain was a fair one, and he dispatched one of his men to take Craig's and Derek's stolen "car and dump it some place. Then he called in two other minions and ordered them to take Cynthia and chain her to a bed until he could find a use for her. One of the men winked at Bubba, and then both men seized the girl and began to carry her off, screaming and struggling. The door closed behind the men and their unwilling companion, and then Bubba turned back to Craig and Derek.
He smiled. "It's gonna be a pleasure havin' you cats work with me. If you'll follow me into my private office I think we can arrange a little celebration in honour of the occasion."
The two of them followed Bubba into the next room. There were three beds there, and there were also three girls sitting around reading movie magazines and talking. One of the girls was a blonde, one was a brunette, one was a Puerto Rican, and all three were sexy as hell.
"Ladies, " Bubba announced as he led the men into his "office", "I'd like you to meet two friends of mine: Craig an' Derek. Guys, these three foxes here are Honey, Sally and Juanita, an', they're here to entertain us."
"Swell." Craig came closer to the girls, making his choice and then going towards Sally, the redhead. "Well, Derek, what'd I tell you? I've only been running this operation for a few hours, an' already the company's paying dividends to the stockholders."
If anyone had passed the door to Bubba's office just then they would have heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like three strong men grabbing three sexy women and dragging them into three big beds. Which was understandable, because that was exactly what was going on.
Derek had had a lot of white girls lately, but not much else, and he decided that variety was the spice of life. In a moment he had Juanita down on one of the beds and was pulling off her clothes.
The third girl was named Honey, and the name was quite appropriate. She had honey blonde hair and a cunt that was as sweet as honey. Right now Bubba was looking forward to something sweet before he went to bed.
Craig had Sally down on the bed now, and he was on top of her. She couldn't have gotten away even if she'd wanted to. She was naked now, because he'd pulled her clothes off. He grabbed her by the legs and spread them, spread them wide. Her cunt was there, and it was ready for his red hot dick. In a moment his meat was down and inside of her, doing the thing it was supposed to do.
Derek snatched Juanita, the Puerto Rican girl. He pushed up her skirt and pulled down her stockings, noticing that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. Then he had her legs spread like a wishbone and was homing in on her beautiful Spanish twat.
Meanwhile, Honey was waiting for Bubba. She'd had the big black man's big meat many times, but she wanted more of it. She wanted all there was of it, and even then she wanted more. She didn't have to be told what to do, she lay down obediently, lifted her skirt and spread her legs. She didn't wear any panties either, because when a girl wears panties then it just takes that much longer to fuck her, and when it comes to fucking then nobody likes to waste time.
The three cocks were inside the three pussies now, and the three men were humping up and down, up and down in syncopated rhythm, like three cylinders in a V-8 engine. And as they pumped they could feel their huge rods of meat getting more and more swollen every second, bigger and bigger and harder and suffer and hotter and more and more excited.
And now the six bodies were moving as though they were one, as though they were one huge throbbing organism that fed upon itself, that lived only to give itself pleasure, to feed itself lust. More of it, more of it, there had to be more.
And then the three men were creaming, were shooting their hot wads of cock sauce straight into the quivering cunts of the girls beneath them, and barely an instant later the three girls were climaxing too, and the six groans of pleasure blended together to form a harmonious chord, together the six voices blended into a perfect sextet, with a capital sex.
"Change partners!" shouted Craig joyously. "Change lobsters and dance!"
Like lightning the three men were standing up, and their cocks were standingup too, standing erect and at attention, ready willing and able for more action. Craig had left Sally and was bearing down on Honey with a lecherous look in his eye, while Bubba had drawn a bead on Juanita and Derek was going after the seductive Sally. In a moment the three men were with their new sparring partners and were ready for Round Two of the Fuck Olympics.
All six participants were highly skilled and experienced in the fine art of fucking, and they set down to work very quickly. The men's gigantic cocks had shrunk slightly from the triple climax of a moment ago, but already they were getting big and hard again.
And as they could feel their organs getting bigger, they could also feel the three beautiful cunts getting tighter and tighter around their organs, squeezing them in a death grip. And the tighter the cunts were, the better it felt, and the better it felt, the bigger the cocks got, and the bigger the cocks got the tighter the cunts got.
And then all three men were letting loose a triple-barreled powerful barrage of cock juice. Their dongers jerked up and down within the warm female flesh as seeming gallons of hot white sex-sauce gushered out with irresistible force.
"Oh, brother!" roared Craig. "Oh, mother!" shouted Bubba. "Oh, my papa!" yelled an Italian who happened to be passing through the room. The three men creamed and creamed again, but they still weren't tired out. In a moment they were out of bed and on their feet again, switching beds and bedmates once again. They would never be tired of this. Now Bubba had Sally, Derek had Honey and Craig was happy to get Juanita. The three girls didn't care who was on top of them, just so long as he had a big cock and knew exactly what to do with it. And all three men fulfilled those requirements.
By now the men were so excited that it didn't take long for the next climax, and they all creamed in unison. And at the exact same moment as they came, so did the three girls, and there is nothing in the world so exciting as a fuck when the boy and the girl both get it on at the same instant.
And this was a triple treat.
And as the three men shot their simultaneous wads of hot white sex-sauce they could feel a triple barrage of vagina-juice coming up to meet them. The streams of hot liquid rushed towards each other, met and interlocked. But in all three cases it was the man's ejaculation that was the stronger, and each of the three women felt the deliciously delightful sensation of having her own love-juice forced back down into her body, and that was a sensation so satisfying that they creamed all the more.
Finally it was done, all done, all of it. The three men watched their satiated organs dwindle to more human proportions, and crawl back into their pants for use at another time. For there would always be another fuck. But not now. Later. Later, when they would be better able to appreciate it.
"Bubba, " Craig groaned at his black friend as he closed his fly, "it's a pleasure doin' business with you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Several days went by, and they were active, exciting days for Craig and Derek. Both men were in the employ of Bubba now, laying low until the police would give up on them, and making good money while they were at it. It was almost like being paid to hide.
Because Bubba knew Craig so well he was quickly able to determine what sort of work both men were suited for. Certainly not a desk job; these were guys who always had to be on the go, they never lay down on the job unless it was in bed with a woman.
And what women! Despite the dingy-looking exterior of Bubba's "rap studio", it was actually one of the classiest establishments in New York, or anywhere else, and all his customers knew it the minute they walked in the doou've got what the public wants they'll beat a path to your door Bubba had what they wanted, and that was precisely what kept him in fur and diamonds.
Craig and Derek were not doing so badly either. They did some pimping for their new employer, and a little pick-pocketing of the customers so as to bring in a few extra profits. (It's easy to pick every pocket in a man's pants when he isn't wearing them.) They also ended up doing quite a bit of muscle-work when customers discovered the theft and threatened to tell the police, but of course those threats were never carried out, because who wants the cops to know that he patronizes hookers? Not only that, but Craig and Derek were amazed to see how many of the customers were public figures: politicians and athletes and even a few priests and rabbis. Naturally such men couldn't complain about being robbed in a bordello, unless they wanted their careers ruined.
Another thing that Craig and Derek liked about their new job was the large number of fringe benefits. Whenever they had a few minutes to spare or if business was slow for a while they would always find time to please one or two of the girls, and maybe more than that. After all, sex isn't fattening; a man can have as many pussies as he wants. And once in a while they even managed to pay an erotic visit to their old friend Cynthia.
What had happened to Cynthia was this: after she had been dragged down the hall, screaming and in chains, she had been brought to a man named Rico, who had promptly pulled out a huge key ring containing several hundred keys and without hesitation chose the key that would fit her handcuffs. Once she was out of them she was stripped completely and chained to a bed, face-up and spreadeagled. For a period of three or four days she was fucked almost constantly by Bubba and various employees of his. (There were many volunteers for the job.)
But this was not all that had happened: one of Bubba's employees, a fellow named Doc, came up to her right after she had been chained down and shot her up with a hypodermic needle containing a liquid the characteristics of which he kept a deep dark secret. After four days of solid fucking, accompanied by injections of this fluid every six hours, Cynthia changed completely. Where she had once been a defiant young schoolgirl she was now a submissive, passive whore, eager to do the bidding of any man. She was quickly trained in the fundamentals of how to give a man his money's worth in the fucking department, and after that she was another one of the dozens of girls who helped bring in the money that paid for Bubba's fancy outfits.
The life was an interesting one for both Craig and Derek, but there was something missing. It didn't take long for Derek to figure out what that missing thing was: for years now he and Craig had been constantly moving, and now, with Bubba they were hiding, hiding from the police who were looking for two rapists and kidnappers masquerading as teachers in a girls' school. It wasn't natural for Derek and Craig to run from danger like that, to run and hide from it. Derek decided that now that they'd given the police some time to forget about them they should be out on the road once more, taking danger-and sex-where they found them.
This was one thing that displeased Derek. Another one was the fact that Craig had wrested him from his seat of power; ever since that confrontation in the woods Craig had been the one giving the orders, not Derek. Still another thing that he didn't like was the fact that ever since Craig had taken over they had had plenty of fucks but relatively little chance to fight for them. Derek wanted cunt as much as the next man, but he also wanted to fight for it.-He wasn't interested in fucking whores.
One night, after a full day's work followed by some rather heated fucking, Derek decided to broach the subject to Craig.
"Craig, " he announced out of a clear blue sky, "I'm not too wild about this set-up. There's not enough action here. There's plenty of girls, but I've fucked every single one of them at least twice and I'd like to see some new faces ... with new twats to go with them."
Craig yanked open a can of beer and took a chug. "So what are you suggesting?" he wanted to know.
"Not much. Only it feels awful to sit here and stagnate when we could be out on the open road like we've always been, fuckin' and fightin'. Also I just don't feel right working for Bubba."
Craig took another slug of beer before he spoke. "Watch what you say about Bubba, " he said coldly. "He's a damned nice guy to his friends and hell on earth to his enemies. You treat him right and hell bend over backwards to do the same for you, plus interest. Cross him once and you might as well cut your balls off and throw them into the East River before Bubba does it for you."
Derek reached for a second can of beer and started drinking too. "Hell, Craig, I've got nothing against Bubba. If anything, I like him more than you do. It's just that I don't feel right working for ANY man, whoever he is. We've gone everywhere, taking what we wanted, doing as we pleased, and we always did it alone. We were our own bosses and we took orders from nobody but each other. That was the life for me, and you liked it too. Why can't we go back to it?"
"That's a good question. I'll have to think about it." Craig set his empty beer can down on the table and went over to a window, looking out at the street below. "That's an awful big road out there."
Derek was standing beside him. 'The bigger the road is, the more girls well find on it."
Craig grinned boyishly at his companion of so many years and so many adventures. "You think so?"
"I know so."
Craig went to the door and opened it. "Let's get going, then."
* * *
Their farewell to Bubba had been short and sweet. He'd offered them each one last crack at one of his girls, one for the road so to speak, but they'd declined. Both men had fucked every girl in the place more than once and they were getting tired of the same old faces. At the last moment Cynthia insisted that she loved both men and wanted to be on the road with them, and Bubba, in view of all the money she'd brought him from her many satisfied customers, decided that she'd earned it.
As a parting gesture for the three of them, Bubba arranged for them to be presented with three brand new motorcycles, so that they could get to where they were going faster.
"I thought of giving you a Cadillac or a Rolls, old buddy, " he told Craig warmly, "but then I realized you ain't millionaires, but just plain folks, an' you'd be happier with choppers. Besides, I know you like action, an' you'll move around faster on a motorcycle than in a car."
"My sentiments exactly, " Craig assured him. Then, casting a lecherous look at Cynthia, Craig added: "But then again you can't fuck in the back seat of a Harley-Davidson."
They all laughed at this, and then there was one last hearty handshake all around, and then the two men and their girl were riding off, out of the city and into the world that waited beyond.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They'd driven clear out of New York City without once looking back, and after that they roared on in silence for at least an hour. It was really great sitting there and zooming down the road, gripping the hard tumescent handlebars that assured them that they were in control, and feeling the hot engines vibrate between their legs. The two guys and the girl loved it, and already both Derek and Craig were looking forward to their new adventures with young Cynthia, the girl who had been taught to do what men told her to do, and to like it.
After a while it was starting to get dark, and Craig suggested that they all pull off the road and find someplace to spend the night. Derek announced that he knew the perfect place to spend the night: "Inside Cynthia's pants".
Perhaps at this point it would be prudent to add that, besides the fine motorcycles Bubba had given his former employees, he had also provided some clothes for Cynthia. These consisted of a tight pullover, a miniskirt, a garter belt and stockings and a pair of black leather hip boots. The clothes covered her body, but they didn't conceal it, and everything she had was so well shown off that Cynthia might as well have walked around naked, which in her case wouldn't have been such a bad idea.
The three motorcycles pulled off the road and into a forest clearing. Apparently somebody else had been using this place for a previous campsite, because there were the remains of a stone fireplace, and several tent pegs still imbedded in the ground marked a rectangular area where a tent had been pitched. Inside that area was a strange impression in the grass that looked as though two people had spent the night in the same sleeping bag.
The three of them parked their cycles r against some trees and walked around. Derek broke out a six pack of beer that they'd bought in a town they'd gone through, and Craig started to light up a reefer made from some pot left over from their days with Bubba. In a few minutes the three of them were sitting in a circle around the bonfire that Cynthia had started, drinking beer and passing around the joint. Craig seemed to recall a quotation from somewhere or other: "Smoking pot and drinking beer together is like pissing into the wind." He couldn't recall where he'd heard that before, or who'd said it, and he knew that he'd probably lie awake half the night trying to remember. Craig had a hangup about such things.
When the reefer was done Derek got up and stretched. "Well, it's still too early to go to sleep. What can two men and a girl do to kill a few hours?"
"Smoke some more beer?"
"Drink some more pot?"
"Play some backgammon?"
"Send out for pizza?"
"I know; why don't we FUCK?"
"Now why didn't I think of that?"
Cynthia was already starting to pull her clothes off, because she knew that when there were two guys and only one girl the girl was going to get most of the action, and Cynthia loved to be the life of the party.
"Wait a minute, " Derek said, although he was in just as much of a hurry to start fucking as the others were. "It's gonna feel funny having one guy screw her while the other guy stands around waiting his turn. What we need is continuous action for all three of us."
"Well get it, " Craig assured him. "Haven't you ever heard of double entry?" Derek merely stared at him. "A girl's got TWO holes between her legs, you know. At least they did this morning."
Derek almost fainted. Of course! He'd fucked girls lots of times, and when he'd gotten tired of their twats and their tits and their mouths he'd gone up their asses. But it had never even occurred to him that a girl could be fucked up the cunt and the ass at the same time, and service two men at once. Well, you learn something every day.
Cynthia was naked now, and the flickering flames of the bonfire made interesting shadows dance across her mountainous white tits and the darker space between her legs. Even though Cynthia was naked she stood proud and erect; she knew that she was desirable to men and she was glad of it.
And now both the big muscular men were rushing straight towards her in opposite directions, and both of them had their hard cocks sticking out like twin lances waiting to violate her flesh. Both men crashed into Cynthia at once, knocking all the wind out of her and rendering her completely helpless. She felt herself being lifted into the air by strong, muscular hands, and she realized that the two men had complete control over her, she would have to do whatever they wanted her to. Suddenly Cynthia knew how pleasant it was to submit to a man, to have him decide what had to be done and make her do it, to not have to make any decisions, to have someone else to command her and control her and dominate her.
Cynthia felt now that submission to men was so nice and so wonderful that she couldn't even begin to understand why she'd resisted these men before. She had hated it when they'd torn her clothes off, handcuffed her and dragged her off screaming to sell her twat in a whore house. Thinking about it in retrospect, Cynthia decided that that was exactly the sort of domination she wanted and needed and longed for and deserved.
Now both men were holding her up in the air, and the sight of her naked legs dangling down, and the still more interesting sight of the two cavities in the flesh between those legs excited the men to such a degree that their cocks got bigger and harder, until both organs were rising straight up into the air like ground-to-air missiles waiting to take off. They were perpendicular dicks now, and they were pointing straight up at Cynthia's crotch.
And then suddenly Cynthia was being rammed downwards, and she screamed with pleasure as she felt two massive columns of flesh slide into her simultaneously. Oh, this was great, this was what she needed, this was what she wanted, this was what she deserved. She was a woman, and it was her duty to be fucked, her obligation and her purpose in life to submit to any man who craved her flesh and wanted to possess it.
And now she was sliding down farther and farther, and the pair of cocks were going into her deeper and deeper, skewering her flesh and holding her a prisoner of their carnal lust. Finally she was on the twin pillars as far as she would go, and then she was being yanked upwards again, and then down, and then up and then down. When two men fuck the same girl at once, this is the way to start pumping.
Cynthia felt as though she were not merely being fucked, but being whirled off into a strange new universe of erotic delight. The dying bonfire sent fluttering rays of light into her face, and in the twisting flames she could see everything she had ever hoped to experience, every possible sensual and sexual thrill known to man or woman.
The flames from the fire, coupled with the friction of those gigantic cocks that she was sliding up and down on, were really getting Cynthia hot now. All of a sudden she realized that she was going to cream right then and there, that she was actually going to have an orgasm in midair!
And then her torso began to expand and contract, and then suddenly Cynthia was creaming, sending out waves of hot vagina-juice, and as she did so she could feel two hot floods of semen shooting into her, mingling within her insides and forcing her to cream even more, to send out her own love-juice to make room for that which was being forced into her. Oh God! Oh God!
And then Cynthia felt herself being lifted up and off the cocks completely, being lifted up and turned around in midair. And then she was coming back down again, only this time the cock that was forcing its way up her ass was the one that had been in her cunt, and vice versa. And then she was being pumped up and down again, and she was delighted to discover that despite the triple orgasm neither cock had dwindled an inch; they were still hot and heavy and ready for action.
Cynthia was creaming again now, and she never would have believed that such ecstasy was possible, that even so exciting as a fuck could be this delicious. And as she creamed again and felt the men creaming into her again, filling her body and her soul with a warm glow that she never would have obtained any other way. Fuck was the only way. Fuck was the only way.
And as Cynthia was at last let down and allowed to lie naked on the grass the thought struck her that she hadn't known which man had fucked her up the ass first and in the cunt second or vice versa. But it didn't matter. Because all cocks were the same to her, and all were big and hard. She had to have them all, every single inch of cock on the planet, every man's and every boy's. She wanted them all. She needed them all. And not even that would be enough.
There would never be enough.
At last Cynthia turned over and went to sleep, and she slept in the arms of two strong men. The last thing she thought before she drifted off to sleep was the fact that even now the men were holding her, were embracing her, were controlling her. She wanted to be controlled like that. She wanted to be made to submit to them in every way.
The next morning they got up early and hit the road again. The three of them wanted to get as far away from New York as possible in the shortest possible time, so that the new adventures that lay ahead for them would be found as quickly as possible. And whatever they found they knew that they would be ready for it, they knew that they could handle it.
After several hours of riding they stopped at a roadside filling station to get some gas. As the gas jockey rushed to fuel their tanks Craig looked around to see where they were. Loud music was emanating from the other side of the road, and when he looked over there he saw a building that was midway between a bar and a discotheque, with a dash of pub thrown in. Outside the place were a line of motorcycles, and suddenly Craig knew that here they would find some excitement.
As the three of them moved their motorcycles away from the filling station and towards the bar it occurred to Craig that the large number of motorcycles outside the place might mean it was a gay bar. But as they came closer he heard voices laughing and shouting under the loud jukebox music, and at least half of those voices were female. Reassured, Craig pressed on, with Derek and Cynthia in tow.
They went into the place, and no one seemed to notice the new arrivals because they were all so busy having fun. The bar was completely packed with teenagers and young adults of both sexes, all dancing and drinking and singing and laughing and cursing and goosing and having a good time. A good many of these people were in motorcycle gear, and quite a few others seemed to be hippies, with an occasional flower child or earth mother thrown in for good measure. Craig was glad that he'd come here, and he knew that in this immense crowd of young hip men and women were some people who would be able and eager to give him a good time and a few kicks.
The place was so crowded that there didn't seem to be a square inch of space where Craig and his friends could stand, sit or lie. So they had to keep moving, to keep circulating through the mass of flesh until they could find a place to stop and get their bearings. Craig wanted to work his way over to the bar and get a drink and maybe meet a chick, but the population was densest all up and down the counter of the bar. Obviously a couple of dozen other people had had the exact same idea he had.
There seemed to be the most space, or rather the least lack of space, in the corners of the room, and Craig decided to edge over to any one of the corners. One corner looked particularly interesting, because there was a blue-gray cloud of smoke drifting up from it that could have only been made by reefers.
Craig had some pot of his own left, but he wanted to make it last for a while. He signaled to Derek and Cynthia to follow him and he started to muscle his way across the room to the cloud of reefer smoke. After a few seconds of effort Derek managed to fall into place beside him, and from then on the progress was easier, but still very difficult. Altogether it took them about ten minutes to get across the room.
As Craig got closer he saw that the group in the corner seemed to be made up of three people: two gorgeous young chicks about Cynthia's age and a slightly older, but still quite young, man. The young man looked even more like a hippy than most of the other people in this room, which was saying quite a lot.
What really caught Craig's attention though was not the guy but the two girls who were with him. One girl was built like a goddess, and she had a look on her face that was at once both submissive and defiant, like an apple that tasted sweet but had a tart tanginess to it as well. This was a girl that Craig wanted to get to know better.
And the other one was even more interesting. This second chick had nice legs and wide, firm hips and a beautiful ass and a face that just pleaded to be made love to, but what really intrigued Craig was her chest. The girl had the usual number of tits, and both were gigantic, but one was even bigger than the other! This gave the girl a kind of kinky look that interested Craig immensely. He recalled that some guys got off on deformed girls and amputees, and he'd never gone in for that kind of thing himself, but somehow he liked the feeling of doing it with a girl who had mismatched knockers. It would be a unique experience, and hopefully a pleasurable one too.
As Craig and his two friends came closer the male hippie passed his reefer to the girl with the tits, looked up at Craig and nodded. "Hey, baby. Que sabe?"
Before Craig could think of an answer to that he felt himself being moved aside as Cynthia pushed through to get in front of Craig and Derek and get a look at these three people. He stepped aside to let Cynthia through.
Cynthia screamed, and for a moment Craig thought she'd been stabbed. All the people here were so drunk or stoned or laid back that none of them had even looked up when she'd screamed, but at the same time as Cynthia yelled the two new girls were acting funny too. And then the three of them were all shouting at each other at once.
"Alice!"
"Cynthia!"
"Marilyn!"
It took a little while for Craig to understand what was going on, and finally Cynthia and the other girls had to explain it to him. Apparently these two chicks had been students at the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies, just as Cynthia had, and that they were the two schoolgirls Felicia had mentioned who had disappeared on the same night as that mysterious gardener, Roger Masterson. So then this hippie they were with must be the Roger that Felicia had praised so highly.
Deciding to impress them all, Craig turned towards the young man with the pot and said: "You must be Roger Masterson. I've heard a lot about you."
Upon hearing this the hippie laughed so hard he almost dropped dead on the spot, and the two girls, Alice and Marilyn, had to explain to Craig and Derek that this was not Roger Masterson but a hippie named Turtle, a very good friend of theirs.
Eventually Cynthia and her two friends got the whole story: Alice and Marilyn, along with their friend Roger, had been key figures in the sex scandal that had rocked the Academy. (Cynthia had done her bit too.) After an all-night orgy of sadomasochism that had left two people injured badly the two girls and this mysterious Roger Masterson had decided to hit the road, and for a couple of months now they'd been bumming around with this fellow Turtle. Apparently Roger had decided to strike out on his own several days after he met Turtle, because he and his motorcycle had disappeared one day and he'd never come back.
The two girls finished their narrative, then asked Cynthia to explain how she'd gotten here. They seemed to think it was very funny that the straiWaced Gladys M. Forsythe Academy had hired a headmaster who had fucked his way across the campus, raping schoolgirls right and left. And when Cynthia told of how Derek had raped Felicia and then both men had stripped Cynthia, abducted her and dragged her off to a whore house to sell her cunt, Alice and Marilyn were both rolling on the floor laughing.
Derek and Craig still didn't know which chick was which, but they soon found out that Alice was the saucy one and Marilyn the titty one. And they made a very interesting pair.
The guy named Turtle looked up from lighting a fresh reefer and addressed all three of the newcomers. "Hey, cats, yuh wanna know a secret? I been ridin' around with both these chicks an' they're both somethin' else, but I been lookin' for some new cunt, and it looks like Cynthia here came along in the fuckin' nick of time." He winked at both men. "An' I guess its kind of a drag for two guys to be ridin' around with only one twat between 'em, huh? Well, I got two new girls for you an' you got one new girl for me, an' maybe we can kinda. pool our resources." He took a heavy toke on his reefer, leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes.
Craig was interested and intrigued by the idea, and these two girls Alice and Marilyn would make a welcome addition to their little band. So would Turtle, for that matter. But at the same time Craig couldn't help wondering exactly what kind of a guy this Turtle dude was. He was acting very strangely, even for a hippy who was stoned.
The two girls and their friend Turtle managed to make some room at their table for three newcomers, and after a lot of shouting and making threatening gestures at the bartender a waitress was dispatched to take their orders. They all wanted beer, which was fine because beer and wine were the only things this place had ever served. Once, a couple of years ago, a guy had come in asking for a banana daiquiri and they'd thrown him out, yelling that this place didn't cater to fairies.
After a long wait the six of them managed to get their beers. Derek started to pay for them but the waitress stopped him, saying that some of the other customers here were Hell's Angels and they were throwing a birthday party for one of their fraternal brothers. Apparently it didn't matter who walked in and bought something; the Hell's Angels were footing the bill.
Derek shrugged. "In that case bring me some Beluga caviar and a glass of white wine."
After the waitress had disappeared the three girls began to exchange tales of what they'd gone through, and to fill in the men on exactly who everybody was. longer the
Craig had only known these three people for about fifteen minutes or so, but the longer they were together the more he seemed to like them. He decided that it would be well worth his while to take Turtle up on his generous offer, at least for a few days so he could see how it would turn out. But Craig had an idea that it would turn out just fine.
The six of them finished their beers and their reefers and got up, wading through the mass of human flesh towards the door that seemed to be at least a mile away. Craig noticed that more and more of the men and girls had stopped drinking and smoking and dancing and had settled down to good old-fashioned fucking. This made it better to get across the room, because now most of the crowd was horizontal rather than vertical, but even so it was rough going because they had to be careful not to step on any of the bodies. And some of those bodies, particularly the female ones, looked very interesting indeed. Craig would have liked to hang around for a while and help himself to some of the refreshments, but now that he had met Alice and Marilyn he wanted to get to know them better.
Casting one last fond backward look at the dozens of young girls who were writhing and moaning with pleasure beneath their male companions Craig sighed and turned away, assuring himself that there would always be another girl somewhere.
And when he found her he would be ready for her.
Craig followed Derek and Turtle and the girls out to the parking lot. There it developed that Turtle and Marilyn and Alice's mode of transportation was a red Volkswagen bus, but the rack on top would hold three motorcycles safely and there was more than enough room inside for six people. "Especially, " as Turtle put it slyly, "when three of them are on top of the other three."
Scrambling up the side of the bus like an acrobat, Turtle ascended to the top and asked Craig and Derek to pass him up their motorcycles and Cynthia's, one at a time. "And send up some cunt while you're at it." It appeared that all this fellow Turtle ever thought about was sex. Oh well, how much else was there to think about?
Derek and Craig passed the three choppers up one at a time and Turtle lashed them to the roof securely. Then he leaped back down again and climbed into the bus's driver's seat. "You sit up front here with me, Cynthia, " he called out. "The others can get in the back and ... get to know one another better."
They didn't have to be asked twice. Alice threw open the bus's rear door and scrambled in, giving Craig and Derek an excellent view of her ass. And a very pretty little thing it was, too. The two men leaped in after her and Marilyn was not far behind, closing the door as she got in.
A moment later Turtle turned the key in the ignition and they were riding off down the road.
Craig turned towards Alice. "Spread your legs."
CHAPTER NINE
Alice smiled at him "So you want my cunt, do you?" she asked.
"Yes, " the big man told her. "I want your cunt. I want your tits. I want your ass. I want your whole damn body. Give it to me."
The girl paused, flirting with him, playing with him. "Well ... if you're sure you really WANT it."
Craig didn't even bother to answer that. He knew that actions speak louder than words, so it was time for action. He grabbed Alice, who was sitting down, and pushed her into a prone position, straddling her with his thighs.
In a moment he was yanking her blouse up over her head to reveal her firm, enticing young breasts. He wanted those breasts, but first he wanted the pussy. The pussy was what came first. Some guys were ass freaks, or tit freaks, and Craig could dig those trips, but what he really wanted was pussypussypussy.
Now Craig dug his strong, feverish hands into the waistband of Alice's miniskirt, ready to yank it down to her knees and even farther. The feeling of her hot flesh against his knuckles excited him, and he could feel his cock coming to life inside his trousers. His cock could smell pussy a mile off, and it was always hungry. Well, soon it would be feeding time.
With a roar of savage lust Craig gripped the frail miniskirt and tore it down Alice's legs and off her body completely, flinging it into a far corner of the bus. She had on black pantyhose underneath, but no panties, and he yanked these down to her calves. Then he grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs wide, spreading them until he could see that big beautiful cunt shining up at him. He gave another full-throated howl of savage lust and plunged down on top of her, burying his meat deep within her flesh.
When Craig had first met Alice he had noticed that she seemed to be sweet and tart at the same time, like a lemonade without enough sugar. Now he discovered that her cunt was exactly the same way; it was sweet and warm and delicious but at the same time it was bitingly sharp, filling his whole body with a wave of pain. But it was a good pain, a pain he liked, and the pain and the warm feeling mixed together inside Craig to give him a sensation totally unlike anything he'd ever had before. But then, this girl was totally unlike anything he'd ever had before. And Craig liked that. He wanted different kinds of girls, it made his life much more interesting.
Derek, meanwhile, had not hesitated to forcibly divest Marilyn of her clothing and give her what she wanted: his rock-hard meat up her nice big twat. And from the front seat came slurping noises that sounded suspiciously as though Cynthia were on her knees giving Turtle a blow-job. Well, just so long as he kept his eye on the road it was okay. It would be quite a thing though if he creamed so hard that the steering wheel slipped and the bus went off the road and over a cliff and the state troopers found six dead bodies all busy fucking. Well, too much sex could be fatal for anyone, especially if they were driving a Volkswagen bus at the same time.
Craig was pumping now, going up and down inside this Alice girl, and that indescribably sweet-sour feeling was getting sweeter and sourer at the same time, until Craig thought he would be torn apart from this fantastically wide range of sensations that were banging around inside of him. Somehow the sweet and the sour blended together perfectly, and the result was a truly unique fuck .The action continued hot and heavy, and getting bigger and better with every passing second. This was going to be the orgasm of all time, Craig promised himself. From here on in he might fuck all day for the rest of his life but he would never have a fuck like this. This would be a fuck to remember, a fuck to tell his grandchildren about, a fuck to put into the Guinness Book of Records.
And then he was creaming, sending his hot sticky wad into its natural habitat, and Craig swore that he had never creamed so much or so hard in all his life. Oh, this was good, this was good, this was great....
And a moment after that Alice was creaming too, and it felt even better to have that warm stream of girl-come splashing up against the sides of his cock, and that feeling made his cock get even bigger and made Craig come even harder. This was it, man.
Craig fell back, groaning and gasping. While he'd been fucking he'd felt a delicious warmth and a big hurt all the time, and now both feelings were even greater than ever, and they mixed so well that he creamed again, just from lying there on the floor of the bus. THAT had never happened! Never before had Craig met a girl who was so damned good that he'd kept on creaming even after he finished fucking! Glory hallelujah!
But Craig had no time to rest from his labors, for a moment later someone was tapping his shoulder: Marilyn. "May I have this dance?" she inquired, and for the first time in his life Craig found himself getting down to business with a girl and wondering if he'd be able to perform. Well, he would have to somehow or other. He would just have to.
And then Derek had snatched Alice and was dragging her caveman-style to another end of the bus, and Craig had Marilyn all to himself. He was so dazed from that fantastafuck he'd just had with Alice that for a moment Craig actually couldn't remember what he was supposed to do.
But Marilyn took care of that for him. She had her legs spread wide and her arms around him, and she was pulling Craig closer to herself. Even though Craig was still woozy from his previous engagement his cock seemed to know exactly what to do, for it was soon boring its way into Marilyn's cockpit. Craig's dong was so well-trained and experienced that he could have fucked in his sleep if he wanted to, but he didn't want to because then he would miss all the fun.
Craig had been sure that after that tremendous fuck he'd just had with Alice the rest of his sex life would be downhill all the way. But he quickly discovered to his delight that this was not true at all, indeed Marilyn's twat had a flavor all its own that was in some ways even better than Alice had been, although Craig would never have thought that possible a minute ago.
As a matter-of-fact Marilyn's prissy was so good that Craig got the idea that from now on his sex life would be UPHILL all the way, that every succeeding fuck would be even bigger and better than the last. But Craig didn't have time to think about other fucks right now; he liked to take his women one at a time and one right after the other. And right now the one he was giving his undivided attention to was Marilyn.
For the first time Craig had a chance to see those delicious mysterious tits of hers naked and bare. They were both huge, but the left one was noticeably bigger than the other. This added an element of spice to the sexplay, because those two mismatched mammaries were an ever-present reminder that Marilyn was truly an unusual woman.
But Craig was finding that out for himself. With every thrust of his organ he was finding that out.
It was really amazing, he told himself, how fantastically unimaginably satisfying this was. He'd expected Marilyn to be dullsville compared to Alice, but Craig was delighted to see that she was just as good and in some ways better. And with every stroke of his dong she got even better still.
And then Craig and Marilyn were suddenly creaming at the exact same instant, and never in his life had Craig felt or even hoped to feel anything so good, so great, so totally utterly WOW as this fuck was. Suddenly Craig felt as though he were falling, tumbling down the long twat-tunnel between Marilyn's legs, falling deep down into an ocean of lust. And then he was drowning in it, drowning in it.
If any of the passengers in the cars that were driving past the red VW minibus had happened to glance at it as they went by, they would have mistaken it as just another vehicle going from nowhere to nowhere. They would never have suspected, unless they had fantastically dirty minds, that the minibus was actually the location of a truly amazing mobile orgy, a bacchanalian revel with four-wheel drive.
Of course, if the passing motorists had noticed how the entire chassis was bouncing around on the suspension system, they would have known right off the bat that there was a lot of activity going on inside there.
* * *
Next morning found the six happy wanderers parked at the foot of a cliff. Derek was the first to get up, and he started to gather firewood so they could cook some breakfast. After the first flames had started to lick at the kindling Derek saw the door to the Volkswagen open, and a moment later Cynthia had stepped out and was walking towards him.
She brushed her hair back with one hand and waved with the other. "Hi."
Derek grunted an answer, and then turned his full attention towards making the fire bigger. He'd felt oddly about Cynthia ever since he'd abducted her from the Academy; he wanted to tear her apart with his hands and his cock and yet at the same time he felt responsible for what had happened to her and felt that he had to protect her in some way. He felt like raping her and shielding her all at the same time.
Cynthia was coming closer now, and as she did so Derek could detect an unusual odour. He couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was definitely female and he was sure that he liked it. As Cynthia approached him he could see her long hair dangling over her breasts in an intriguing way.
Cynthia was starting to say something, and Derek had to prick up his ears to make it out.
"You used to be such a big man, " she was telling him.
"Say what?" Derek couldn't quite get the drift of what she was saying.
"When I first met you and Craig you were the one in charge, the guy who gave the orders. I liked that. You're the kind of guy who should be in charge in every situation, calling all the shots, and I like a man who's like that. But after you and Craig dragged me out of the Academy without any clothes on you changed completely. Craig walks right up to you and says that he's giving the orders from now on, and you accept it. Just like that. If you had a tail, you would have put it between your legs."
Derek didn't like the way she was talking. "I was under a lot of stress just then, " he explained hastily, and he could feel the stress coming back to him as he spoke. "I'd just raped Felicia, and I'd almost murdered her.
Some guy came damned close to shooting me, and the cops were right on my tail. When Craig said what he said I wasn't in any mood to argue."
Cynthia cursed, and then spat into the fire. "Don't give me that shit. There's only one guy who can be head of this group, and I want it to be you. I'd rather take orders from you then from that shithead Craig any day of the week."
Derek shrugged. "All right. So what do you want me to do about it, then?"
She leaned forward and kissed him on the ear lobe. "I want you to show him who's boss. And don't hesitate to use force. I like a man who knows how to fight. And I like you."
Derek was just about to take her into his arms, to pin her down to the ground and violate her when the door of the minibus opened again and Turtle stepped out.
He started yawning and stretching, making a big act out of pretending to be more tired than he was. Winking at Derek and Cynthia, he said: "Hey, folks, don't let little old me interrupt anything. Carry on. Just make like I ain't here."
Derek would have been glad to do that, but right now he really wanted to be alone with Cynthia. Normally he could fuck all day in Macy's window and not give a damn who watched, but for some reason right now he didn't care to have an audience for his amorous activities.
Turtle was circling around the fire and gazing dreamily at a field of grain in the distance. "Oh man, just look at that wheatfield. That's beautiful, baby, that really is. I fucked eight chicks in a wheatfield like that once."
Derek was getting annoyed. "That's not wheat, that's rye."
"Who cares?"
Derek was about to suggest to Turtle that he go into the woods and hunt for arrowheads or something, so that he and Cynthia could do a little exploring on their own account, when all of a sudden Craig and the other two girls came out of the Volkswagen bus and were joining them around the fire.
Cynthia whispered hoarsely into Derek's ear. "Now's the time, darling. Tell him. Right here and now."
"Here?" Derek was a little surprised. "In front of everybody?"
Cynthia laughed softly. "Of course. It's the best way to do it." She kissed him again, on the corner of the mouth, and Derek thought that he could detect a hint of her tongue on his lips, a promise of greater delights to come. "I love you, darling, " she murmured hotly.
"Prove that you love me. Prove it now."
Derek had no answer for that. He knew that, even though man is the master and woman the servant, there are certain times when any man must do what his woman wants him to. Slowly Derek got up slowly and started to walk around the circumference of the fire, getting closer to Craig, who was sitting on a log with one arm each around Marilyn and Alice.
"Hey, Craig, " Derek said, quietly but firmly. "Get up. I've gotta talk to you."
Craig yanked open a can of beer and took a hard swig. "Whaddya want?" Craig had a cold beer in his hands and two hot women in his arms and he didn't feel like putting down any of them to talk to Derek.
Derek came a step closer, and the heels of his boots were well into Craig's field of vision. "Damn it, I told you to get up!"
Craig sighed, put down the beer and reached for the girls. "Derek, my boy, I seem to recall a little conversation we had to the effect that from now on I'm the head of this operation."
Derek lit a cigarette and stuffed it between his lips. "That's exactly what I want to talk to you about ... pal."
Slowly it dawned upon Craig what Derek was talking about. "Oh, shit. Here it comes. I'd expected it but not this early." He pushed the beer can out of his way with one foot. "Sorry, chicks. Uncle Craig will be back in a minute. This won't take long." He stood up and confronted his partner Derek. "Okay, here we are. Now what can I do for you?"
Derek yanked the cigarette out of his mouth to allow a cloud of smoke to escape, then put the cigarette back in the place from whence it came. "I'll tell you what you can do for me. You can forget your damned fool crazy notion that you're the one that's running this shebang, because you're not. I am. I always was and I always will be. Is that clear?"
Craig was showing little trace of emotion. "Not as clear as it might be, " he said at last.
The knuckles of Derek's right hand were beginning to tingle and itch, and he recognized this as a sign that he'd be swinging into action soon. "All right, then, Craigy, " he said with almost agonizing slowness, "if it's not clear I guess I'll have to make it clear."
His right hand turned into a fist, and his fist flicked out like a lizard's tongue and back down again, so quickly that it almost hadn't happened at all. But it had happened, because Craig was sprawled out in the dirt.
But the big blonde man was up again an instant later, and his powerful left was zooming in on Derek's face. Suddenly Craig Bentley yelped in pain as his bare white knuckles collided with the lit end of Derek's cigarette, and Derek shouted too as he found a shower of tobacco, shredded paper and sparks flying into his face.
And then both men were grappling in the dust, writhing and twisting on the ground in a frenzy of madness. Derek knew that he had to win this fight, he had to emerge the victor. If he won it, then he could claim Cynthia as his prize, and possibly the other girls too. If he lost it, then there was nothing.
Turtle was screaming at both of them to hey man like you know cool it dig but they weren't listening to him, or to anything other than the groans of pain as their hard fists dug into each other's flesh.
Now that the element of surprise was over and done with, Derek no longer had the advantage in this fight, and both combatants knew it. Craig was a much bigger man, much taller and much more muscular, and he was a couple of years younger than his antagonist was. Those few inches and pounds and years made a big difference. Derek was a good fighter, but Craig was a better one, and soon Derek was finding himself being painted all over the landscape.
Meanwhile Cynthia, needless to say, was having the time of her fucking young life. There is nothing a gorgeous chick likes more than to have two big strong brawny men fighting over her, fighting to see which one gets to be over her.
The other girls were screaming and yelling at them, begging them to stop, but neither of the two adversaries was paying attention. For a moment the tide of battle was turned slightly when Derek shot a deft kick to Craig's crotch and Craig slid backwards, knocking over the logs in the fire. He screamed from the sudden blast of heat, and then he was leaping up and bearing back down upon Derek again.
But Derek had taken advantage of the brief respite to snatch up the log which Craig had been sitting on a few minutes ago, and now he was swinging it right and left, holding his huge blonde adversary at bay. Craig ducked and kicked and lashed out with both fists, but he couldn't avoid that log, and every time he hit the log rather than Derek the battle was just that much more in Derek's favor.
After several minutes of this a particularly well-landed blow by Derek brought Craig to his knees, and then flat on his back. This was exactly the moment that Derek had been waiting for. With every ounce of strength in his body he hurled his log straight into Craig's face, and then dived down on top of him to deliver the death blow.
But this was also what Craig had been waiting for. As soon as he saw Derek let go of that log his hands shot up to snatch it in midair, and when he saw Derek hurtling down on top of him he brought the log up hard at the exact center of Derek's moustache.
Then Derek was lying face up and Craig was straddling his body, pounding him again and again with the log. There was absolutely no question now as to which man would emerge from this fight the victor, and Cynthia began to wonder if she'd done the right thing by provoking Derek to rebel.
But then there was a bloodcurdling shout from somewhere, and a human body was flying through the air and bowling Craig over: Turtle! The long-haired youth had decided that the battle had gone far enough, and he had stopped it in the only way he knew how.
Both Craig and Derek were so surprised at this sudden onslaught from so unexpected a source that neither one of them even thought of getting up to resume the fight. They merely half-sat half-lay on the ground, looking up at Turtle in wonder and surprise.
"Hey, man, " Turtle was saying to both of them, "you cats have got this whole trip all wrong. You ain't supposed to fight, man, you ain't supposed to make war. You gotta make love." He had an arm around Marilyn, and he turned away to kiss her briefly before he finished what he was saying. "You guys are what's wrong wit' this world, man. Everybody fightin' an' nobody lovin'. Just fuck that trip, man. Why can't we all be friends from here on in?"
There was no reply from either of the-two gladiators. Then slowly, haltingly, Derek was struggling to his feet, was staggering towards the bewildered Craig. No more than half aware of what he was doing, Derek extended a battered hand to his erstwhile opponent. "Shake, pal."
Their eyes met in a look of pure hatred, and then suddenly it all fell away as they remembered all the years they'd been together, the two of them with their backs against the wall taking on the whole world at once and then some. Craig and Derek had been together far too long to start hating each other now. They shook hands, and all those present could tell that the gesture was a genuine one.
Turtle was looking on in approval, one arm each around two of the girls. "That's good, man, real good. You gotta love, not hate. Now why don't we kinda put that in writing with a sort o' free-for-all fuck?"
Now that was the best idea he'd heard in a long time, Derek decided. He'd wanted Cynthia's body, that's why he'd battled Craig, and because he'd fought hard and fought long he was sure he'd earned his reward. Slowly, almost sheepishly, Derek picked his way through the ashes of the dying bonfire to confront the young girl. "Well, Cynthia, you heard what the man said...."
She turned away. "Don't speak to me. Don't even look at me." And then she was embracing one of Turtle's arms with both of her own. Turtle and the three girls, followed by Craig at a slight distance, walked back into the Volkswagen minibus, and after a slight pause the door slammed shut behind them. Derek knew that he was expected to join them, but somehow he just didn't want to, he just couldn't bring himself to.
Derek cursed. That bitch Cynthia! For her sake he'd taken on his best friend Craig, and gotten the shit kicked out of him while he was at it. For her sake and for hers alone, and what did she do in return? "Don't speak to me. Don't even look at me." Damn!
From the depths of the minibus Derek could hear sounds that strongly suggested two men and three women were having a lot of fun. Those bastards! And Cynthia was the worst of the lot. He should have killed her instead of trying to kill Felicia, instead of trying to kill Craig.
With a howl of rage and despair Derek picked up the end of a half-burned log and heaved it right through the closed window of the minibus, splintering the glass pane with a loud crash. The damned fools inside hadn't even noticed! They were all too busy screwing each other to pay attention to him. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair at all!
The next thing Derek knew, he was scrambling up the side of the bus, scrambling up it to the rack on the roof where Turtle had lashed the three motorcycles. He found the one that was his and yanked frantically at the ropes that held it down, trying to tear them apart.
So Cynthia didn't want him, eh? Well, fuck her! Derek would strike out on his own and find all the chicks he wanted. He'd done it before and he'd do it once more. Single-handedly he'd blaze a trail of violated virgins clear across the country and then to Canada. Derek didn't have to worry about anybody now but himself. He had no partner, no girl friend. From now on he'd travel alone, and as for girl friends he didn't want any. Girls yes, HELL yes, but no girl friends. From now on every girl would be just another cunt to screw, a mouth to tongue. If the girl had a name or a face or an identity that meant nothing to him. They were all the same to Derek now, and they were all for him to screw.
The motorcycle was almost loose now, and cursing under his breath Derek tore apart the last shreds of rope fiber. Then he was straddling his chopper right there on top of the minibus roof, kicking the motor into action then and there.
And then the huge Harley-Davidson was swinging right off the roof of the minibus and hurtling down to the ground. Derek hit the ground and roared off toward the road, and in the driving mirror on his handlebars he caught a glimpse of the VW's doors opening and Marilyn running out stark naked, followed by Alice with not much more on, screaming for him to "Come back!"
Derek smiled thinly to himself. He didn't have to do what anybody told him to now, especially not what women told him to do. He wasn't taking orders, he was giving them, and any cunts he met from now on were going to get orders aplenty.
CHAPTER TEN
He didn't know how long he'd been riding or how far or in what direction, and he didn't care. He wanted to put that ungrateful bitch Cynthia and those other bastards as far away from him as possible as soon as he could, and once he decided that they were far away enough he'd set out to have the fuck of his life. And that would only be the beginning. From there on it would be getting better all the time.
Derek glanced idly at his watch, and decided that he must be in Maryland by now. Yeah, definitely Maryland. He'd been in Baltimore about six years ago and he still had some friends there, of both sexes. He'd look them all up and it would be party time. With that thought to console himself, Derek noticed that the miles disappeared under his wheels all the more quickly.
Soon he was in Baltimore, roaring his cycle up one street and down another, trying to get his bearings, astounded at how much the place had changed in only six years. And here I've always thought of Baltimore as a hick town, Derek told himself. Well, so it's a hip town. Good, the hipper the better. I'd rather climb into bed with a bunch of swingin' chicks then with a couple of hick farmer's duaghters any day of the year.
At last the old memories of this place were coming back to him, and Derek remembered how he could get in touch with his friends, that is if they were still around and still in the mood for a few kicks. Remembering what sort of people they'd been, Derek reminded himself that if his friends were alive at all, they sure as hell would be looking for some kicks.
He found a bar that they had frequented a lot, so many years gone by, an old place called "MIKE'S SEASIDE SALOON". Derek parked his motorcycle outside the place and went towards the door, noticing that the saloon was in even worse condition than it had been when he'd last been here.
There were sounds of music and laughter and fun and games drifting out to him from inside the bar, and Derek thought that he could recognize one or two of the voices. Feeling better already, Derek pushed the door out of his way and stepped into the darkened, smoke-filled barroom.
There was a momentary lull as the carousers turned to see what stranger had entered their midst, and then the noisemaking stopped altogether. But only for a couple of seconds, and then they all burst into cheers at once, rushing towards Derek with their hands out.
"Hey, how are you?" roared a hearty voice, and Derek was delighted to see his old friend Palmer. And right behind Palmer was his beautiful wife Janice, with whom Derek had spent many pleasant hours. Sometimes Palmer had joined in the fun too.
"Palmer!"
"Hank!"
"The name's Derek now, " he corrected his old friend gently. "I've changed it a lot in the last few years."
"You've changed a lot of things, " Palmer told Derek gleefully as he steered him to the bar and ordered the bartender to get some beer. "You didn't have that moustache before and your chin looks a little different and I think your ears do too. But I recognized you right away, man, by that walk of yours. When I heard the sound of those feet comin' at me across this creaky old floor, I knew right away that I was meeting up with good old Hank." He grinned broadly. "I mean Derek."
"Oh, hell, " his friend told him, "you people can call me what you want. Especially Janice here." He turned to exchange a wink with the buxom black-haired woman. "Hey, Janice, how's that pussy of yours? Still nice and hot in all the right places?"
She returned his wink. "Why don't you find out for yourself, cowboy?"
"Oh, I intend to."
The first few of the many beers had arrived, and Palmer was passing them around. "There's been a lot of other things that changed, Derek, " he was saying between chugs of lager. "Like Melissa."
"Melissa?"
Palmer slammed his beer down on the counter and gave his friend a look. "Hell, man, don't tell me you don't remember Melissa. My sweet little eight-year-old daughter."
Derek nodded; the memory came back to him now. "Oh, yeah. Well, how is the little kid?"
"Not so little any more. You leave an eight-year-old kid around for six years, and all of a sudden she's got a sweet little fourteen-year-old ass, and tits to go with it."
Derek grinned and took a swig of his beer. "She sounds great, Palmer."
"She is, Derek, she is." He started to drink his own beer, then put it down again with a thud. "You oughta try 'er sometime."
"Sometime hell, cowboy, " Janice announced. "I'd like to see Lover Boy here screw her this very night. Except fer a coupla boys in her class at school she ain't laid nobody but her father, an' Melissa's a girl who deserves the best of everythin', including cock." Janice lifted her beer glass high and winked at Derek through it. "Six years ago, fella, you was the best cock I ever met."
Derek finished his beer and called for another. "I still am, Janice baby, I still am. In fact, if anything, I've improved with age."
By now some of Palmer's other cronies, both male and female, had wandered over to see what the excitement was all about. Some
By this time the place was really beginning to fill up, and before long Derek was awash in a sea of nostalgic reminiscing. He was getting to meet more and more of the people he'd known from the old days, from the good old days before he'd met Craig, when Derek was really a free agent with nobody to worry about but himself.
Before long Palmer jumped up onto the bar and announced that he and Janice were taking Derek home with them "for a little celebration", as he put it. Winking at his comrades down below, Palmer announced "An' believe me, once Hank or Derek or whatever 'is name is here gets a look at my kid Melissa hell want to celebrate all night."
The crowd roared their approval at this witticism, and Derek found himself wondering exactly what this Melissa was really like. All he knew about her was that she was fourteen and good-looking. Well, that was enough for starters. Derek didn't have to do any soul-searching to decide whether or not he was going to go home with Palmer and Janice that night.
After everybody had had as much beer and wine as they wanted-and pot too, this was a civilized place-they all started to load up into their various cars and trucks to form a long procession over to Palmer's place. Palmer himself picked up Derek's motorcycle in his two strong hands and heaved it into the rear seat of his own car. "Y'all can sit in the front with me an' Janice, pal, " he informed Derek.
"I'd be glad to, " Derek replied, and they knew that he meant it. "But it doesn't look as though there's enough room up front for three people."
"Hell, that's all right, " said Janice, with a toss of her raven-haired head. "I figure you might want me to sit on your lap."
Derek didn't have to be asked twice.
Soon they were all driving off towards Palmer's and Janice's place. Derek had spent several highly entertaining evenings there several years ago, but from what he remembered of the place he didn't see how it would be able to hold all these dozens of revelers, especially as they were apt to be taking up a lot of room what with the sort of celebrating they would be doing. After all, this wasn't going to be a quiet little cocktail party, it was going to be a full-blown orgy.
But as he saw the old beach house outside of town come looming up in the distance Derek understood how they would manage to do it: in the six years since he'd been here last Palmer had expanded and enlarged the place greatly, now it had wings and balconies and all sorts of things it hadn't had before, just the sort of things that would give the partygoers plenty of room to stretch out in.
The cars and trucks and motorcycles and everything else were all pulling up outside the place, and there were the sounds of a dozen or so car doors all being slammed at once. Janice, sitting in Derek's lap, was opening the door beside them so that they could get out, and just before she got off his lap Derek could feel his cock swell up, tapping her lightly on the butt through the material of his pants and her dress.
She turned around and smiled, automatically acknowledging that she'd felt the love tap. "I'm glad to see that you're in the mood for a party, darling, " she cooed. "Because, frankly, so am I."
Suddenly several of the stronger men had snatched Derek into the air and were carrying him towards the beach house borne upon their shoulders. This is great, Derek told himself with a smile. Most of these people haven't seen me in six years, and the rest of them never did know me, but they're all turning out to give me a good time. Oh, this is fuckin' great, man. I feel like I've just come home or something.
And in a sense Derek had come home, because this was where he belonged, this was where he was wanted. The crowd of men were carrying him towards the door, singing "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow", but with dirty words substituted for the clean ones. And ahead of them all ran Palmer, bowing, laughing, beckoning, the genial host, the master of the revels. This was his house they were all going to be frolicking in, and it was his duty as gracious host to see to it that they all went about it in the right way. Otherwise the society columns in the newspapers would never have a chance to say "a good time was had by all."
Palmer was throwing the door open wide now, and all the men and women and teenagers of both sexes were cascading into the house, taking Derek, their guest of honor, with them.
As many of them as possible squeezed into the living room and the den, and Palmer and Janice set to work handing out drinks. Derek offered to help, but they waved him aside. "You're here to enjoy yourself, buddy." In another section of the room several people were passing around a joint, and Derek moved a little closer so he could take advantage of the smoke.
Finally everybody was all loosened up and ready for the festivities to begin, and Palmer leaped up onto a table to address them all. "Everybody strip!" he bellowed. "Guys find a girl and girls find a guy and let's have some action in here!"
There were whoops and choruses of agreement from every corner of the house. Needless to say, all the best places to make love had already been taken: the beds, the couches, the tables, the bathtub. Derek didn't care about this, though. He was just so happy to be here period that he would have been willing to fuck standing up in a hammock.
Articles of clothing were flying hither and yon through the air as all the partygoers got set for what promised to be the social event of the season. Never before had Derek seen so much naked flesh at one time, and that was saying a lot because he'd really been around. There were so many males and females of so many different ages in the place that Derek naturally had expected quite a few of them to have nothing bodies, but he was pleasantly. surprised to see that the vast majority of them were in perfect shape. After all, they knew that to stay physically appealing they had to stay healthy, and the best way to stay healthy, once you get right down to it, is to get all the sex you can in regular doses.
Derek was hastily tugging off his own clothes now, and tossing them into a corner with the others. (Half of these people were going to go home wearing somebody else's clothes.) As Derek's naked body was put on exhibit at last he turned to see who his first partner of the evening would be. And the first sight to meet his eyes turned out to be the gorgeous twat and temptingly large tits of Janice, Palmer's wife.
"Hi there, sailor, " she said with a wink. "I guess you know what you and I are here, for, don't you?"
"No, " said Derek, "I don't. You'll have to tell me about it. But before we do that why don't we fuck?"
She laughed at that, and suddenly she was grabbing him and he was grabbing her and before they could even he down his cock was up and into her. And then their limbs locked, and they both tumbled to the floor, and for a moment Janice was the one on top, and they both started to roll over, but that felt so good that they just kept on rolling over and over on the floor, bouncing around with all the other men and women who had come here to prove they believed in free love.
Derek felt the walls of Janice's hot pink cunt reaching out to grab his cock and squeeze the life out of it, and even though Derek hadn't fucked this chick in six years it felt exactly the same as it always had but even better, and Derek was amused to note that one of his pet theories about sex had been proven at last: that a man with an experienced cock could identify any cunt the second time he fucked it. Even with his eyes shut Derek would have known that he was with this woman, because she felt exactly the same as she had the last time. Only better. Much better. So much better.
And it was really great to have his meat inside of her like that, and Derek realized all of a sudden that he was creaming, probably the fastest he'd ever creamed in his extensive career. And Janice was screaming "Oh, DO it, lover! Do it to me, DO it to me!"
And then Janice was creaming too, and another one of Derek's sexual theories was being proven true: that a man could recognize the feel of a girl's come just as easily as the shape of her hole. It had been six years, six long years since the last time he'd felt that hot massaging liquid splash against his throbbing organ, but he recognized the feeling immediately.
The two of them kept on coming, kept on creaming, and while they were doing it Derek bent to suck Janice's tits, to tease the soft brown nipples into hard, bright-red points that stood upwards and erect, thrusting towards the ceiling like a couple of milk-filled hard-ons.
And still Derek kept on fucking and sucking and sucking and fucking, until finally he felt as though he were going to explode from the sheer overload of the pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. This was it. This was it, man, he told himself. There could never be anything to top this. Not once in a hundred thousand million billion trillion years of solid fucking, twenty-four hours a day would Derek ever run into another fuck as sweet as that one. He had climbed the Mount Everest of erotica, and he couldn't get any higher than that.
With an almost superhuman effort Derek struggled to his feet and staggered towards the bar. All around him were dozens of frantic, throbbing bodies, humping and pumping and thumping and bumping and grinding and fucking and sucking and doing all kinds of other things that you seldom read about in the newspapers. The very atmosphere of the place was growing hot and sticky with the frenzied, feverish, lustful tempo of these lovers, these people who had a true appreciation for the pleasures of the flesh.
Derek managed to stagger to the bar, barely managing to avoid stepping on a few tits and other protuberances as he went, and poured himself a drink from a bottle of sangria. He looked up just in time to see Palmer and two other men finish fucking the same girl simultaneously by getting her in the mouth, the cunt and the canoodle. Palmer pulled his meat out of the really luscious-looking chick and strutted across the room to where Derek was standing with the drink in his hand.
