Sixteen year old June screamed when she saw Camilla.
Camilla wore a black latex bra and black latex panties. Her long, strong legs were sheathed in dark nylons. The mature, voluptuous dominatrix was made even more imposing by the black patent leather pumps that she wore. They had six-inch spiked heels.
She held a thick, nine-inch dildo. The dildo was covered with leather. There was a ring of evilly glinting metal spikes just below the head of the dildo.
June was bent forward from the waist and tied down to the desk. Her lush, young breasts were bare. Her panties were pulled down to the tops of her thighs, and her tender pussy was exposed and vulnerable to whatever horrors Camilla wanted to inflict on her.
Camilla mockingly shook the dildo in June's face. The teenager screamed.
Anton Baranco chuckled. His hard cock jutted out of his open fly. He stroked it while he watched.
Camilla stood behind the girl. She pushed the dildo between June's soft cunt lips.
June screamed. "Aieeeeee! It hurts, it hurts! God! God!"
"Pain is my god," Anton Baranco said. "It will be your god as well."
Camilla smiled evilly. She gave the dildo a corkscrew twist as it penetrated the teenager's pussy.
June arched her back, strained her head, and screamed at the top of her lungs. But there was no one who would help her ... no one who could save her from the sadistic madman named Anton Baranco.
CHAPTER ONE
It was midnight when the thunderstorm exploded in all its fury. Jagged bolts of lighting crackled over the grim, fortress-like structure that was Graymoor State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.
Inside, things were calmer. The walls were so thick that the booming thunder was reduced to a soft, pulsing sound.
Floor Three was where the most violent patients were kept. The ward was sealed off by a stout steel door.
Outside the door was the nurse's station and main desk. Two doctors were going over their case history files.
The elderly doctor with the thatch of gray hair was Dr. Musgrave. The younger doctor with the beak-like nose and the glasses was Dr. Taine.
Taine was new at the hospital. He and Musgrave were discussing some of the more celebrated cases they had worked on.
Taine was saying, "So, she drives up to the state capital in Trenton, slams on the brakes, gets out of her car, and reaches into a burlap bag. Inside the bag was her mother's head. She throws her mother's head as far as she can, and it rolls to a stop right at the feet of state senator Gene O'Mara!"
Dr. Musgrave chuckled reminiscently. "Ah yes, I remember that case quite well."
Nurse Annie Wilson came down the corridor. She was pushing a wheeled metal cart. On the top deck of it were various drugs and syringes.
She was beautiful. She was twenty-seven years old, five feet eight inches tall, and weighed a hundred and twenty pounds.
Her dark hair was primly pinned up in a bun. She had warm brown eyes, and wide, full, sensuous lips.
Her lush, ripe breasts thrust against the starched white front of her nurse's uniform, pushing it out to form a delightful shelf of soft flesh.
Her rounded buttocks rolled from side to side as she walked. Her long dancer's legs were sheathed in white stockings.
The rubber soles of her white shoes squeaked softly against the highly buffed linoleum of the floor.
Dr. Musgrave said, "Remember the Hunterdon hatchet murderer? He was an ordinary gardener until he came home one day and found his wife in bed with his son. He went out to the garage and got an axe, and-"
"Of course, of course," Taine said. "That was one hell of a bloody mess!"
Nurse Wilson frowned disapprovingly at them. "You two sound like a pair of ghouls!"
Musgrave said, "Now, now, Annie, remember your professional objectivity. As the poet said, 'Nothing human is alien to me'."
Annie said, "In that case, Doctor, perhaps you'd like to administer the nightly dose of sedatives to the patients on this floor."
Musgrave said, "Well, actually, I have a number of reports to fill out, and I'm really just too busy."
"That's what I thought you'd say," Annie said with a knowing grin. Her smile could light up a room.
Musgrave said, "Tell me, is there any change in Baranco's condition?"
Annie said, "Not a bit."
Taine said, "Baranco? Say, you don't mean Anton Baranco, do you?"
"That's exactly who I mean," Dr. Musgrave said with a smile.
Taine said, "I can't believe it! Anton Baranco? The Madman of Mercer County, as the newspapers called him? The Garden State Gargoyle? That Anton Baranco?"
"The very one," Dr. Musgrave said. His pipe had gone out, and he lit a match and puffed until it was going again.
Taine said, "I Was attached to the District Attorney's office ten years ago, when Baranco was arrested. I didn't know that he was being kept here!"
Musgrave said, "Oh, we have all kinds of celebrities at Graymoor. When you've been here longer, you'll get used to it."
"Anton Baranco...." Taine reflectively stroked his chin.
Musgrave said, "Yes, Anton's been here for almost a decade. He's a human devil."
Annie said, "Now who's losing their professional objectivity, Doctor?"
"Well, it's true," Musgrave said. "Baranco's made numerous escape attempts. But an unusual thing has happened to him in the last six months. He's gone from a raging, berserk maniac to a complete catatonic."
"Interesting," Taine said.
"Yes, for the last six months, Anton Baranco has been lying immobile in his cell. He won't eat, talk, or show any sign of life. We have to feed him intravenously to keep him alive."
"Odd," Taine said. "I wouldn't have expected that from his behavior pattern."
"It is odd," Musgrave said, "but you never can tell what's going to happen with a twisted, warped brain like that."
Annie said, "Well, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have to go and see if Baranco is still breathing. Do me a favor, Dr. Musgrave. Tell the orderlies to clean up Baranco more often. He voids on himself, and the smell is horrible!"
"I'll mention it, Annie," Musgrave said.
"Thanks. See you later," Annie said.
She pushed her wheeled cart to the steel door, took out a key ring, unlocked the door, and went into Ward Three.
Musgrave and Taine craned their necks to watch Annie's plump, wiggling bottom as she went down the hall. She turned a corner and vanished from sight.
Taine said, "That's, er, quite an attractive young lady."
"I know what you're thinking," Musgrave said, "and my advice to you is to forget it. Annie is a very happily married, very moral young lady."
"Oh, well, a guy can dream, can't he?" Taine sighed.
Annie went down the long hall. On either side of her were steel doors with small squares of unbreakable glass set in them.
She stopped at the cell which had housed Anton Baranco for years and years. She peered through the glass spy hole.
As always, the sight that she saw was the same as it had been for the last six months, ever since Baranco had gone catatonic.
Baranco lay on his back like a dead man. His body was rigid, and his arms were at his sides. His open eyes stared at the ceiling.
He was naked. Since he had no control over his body functions, there was no point in outfitting him with a hospital smock.
Even though she had seen him hundreds of times, Annie stopped to stare at him once again. Fascination and repulsion were mixed on her face.
If only one-tenth of the rumors she had heard about him were true, he was the most twisted philosopher of evil since the Marquis De Sade.
She shook her head, and made a disgusted face. During his confinement, the once-brilliant (but criminally warped) Baranco had degenerated to the status of a human vegetable.
Annie unlocked the cell door. A bare light bulb was set in the ceiling. It was never extinguished. It was protected from the inmates by a wire mesh grill.
Anton Baranco made no sign that he was aware of her presence. He had been in this motionless, zomboid state for over half a year.
He stared straight up. The only sign of life that he ever made was the rare blinking of his unfocused eyes.
Baranco was fifty years old. His skull was completely hairless. Even though it was never shaved, not one hair ever grew on it.
Annie had heard that Baranco, in his younger days, had plucked every hair on his scalp out by the roots, so he would never be bothered by having to have it cut.
He had an unnaturally large head, with a broad, bulging forehead. Annie had seen Baranco's personal file years ago, and been struck by the fact that he had an IQ that was in the genius level.
She started to reach for her hypodermic syringe and the vial of an adrenalin-based compound that he was given daily in the vain hope that he would come out of his trance.
Annie paused. Something had caught her eye. She wasn't sure what it was, but there was something vaguely different about Baranco.
What was it?
Suddenly, she realized what she had seen, and was embarrassed by it. Baranco's statue-like rigidity was unchanged, except for one thing.
His cock was hard.
Annie took a closer look. It .was an interesting phenomenon. Yes, Baranco definitely had a large, stiff erection.
Quite a large erection. He was an unusually well-endowed male.
Annie wondered what it meant. Any change in Baranco's condition was significant. She would have to report, this to Dr. Musgrave.
She leaned over Baranco. His eyes focused on her-and he smiled.
Before Annie could react, Baranco's hands shot out and grabbed her. He had the famous strength of the insane.
He clapped his broad palm over her mouth, stilling any outcry that she might make. He sat up and wrapped his forearm around her neck.
He whispered, "Hello, Nurse."
Annie struggled, but she was like a child in his arms. Baranco put his lips next to her ear and said, "I've been waiting for you, dear."
Baranco pinched Annie's nostrils so she couldn't breathe! Her wild struggles were useless. Her eyes bulged and her face turned purple.
There was a roaring in her ears. The outlines of the room wavered. A wall of colored dots danced in front of her staring eyes.
Baranco stood up. He lifted the nurse effortlessly off the floor. Annie's white-shoed feet kicked wildly.
The last thing that she heard before passing out was Anton Baranco's wet, rasping chuckle in her ears.
Baranco lowered the nurse on his cot. Her chest rose and fell. She moaned. He touched his finger to the pulsing vein in her neck.
She was only unconscious. She would live.
That was good. He liked live, warm bodies ... female bodies.
He peered into the corridor. It was empty. He knew that it would be. The nurse hadn't made a sound that could be heard more than ten feet away.
Baranco went to work. He untied Annie's shoes and removed them. He unbuttoned her uniform from her neck to her navel.
He stripped the uniform off of her. He was very, very careful not to tear it. He laid it aside.
The lovely nurse wore a white nylon bra and a pair of white pantyhose. He took the bra off first.
That old raging devil of lust made his blood boil as he stared at Annie's ripe, round breasts. He longed to lick and bite them.
But first he had a job to do.
Baranco took hold of the elastic waistband of the pantyhose and peeled them off Annie's creamy thighs and down her long legs. Her pubic bush was black as midnight. The hair was soft as fur, and disarranged in little tangled curls. Her cunt lips peeped out lewdly from the hairy covering.
Annie groaned. Her eyelids fluttered. Baranco worked faster.
He had been preparing for this moment for half a year. By a supreme act of will, he had been pretending to be catatonic.
Things had worked out just as he expected that they would. The nurses and orderlies had grown use to the sight of his motionless body. They had taken him for granted.
It was always a mistake to take Anton Baranco for granted.
He moved swiftly. He had been planning to tie Annie to the hard cot on which he slept, but when he saw the metal cart, he had a better idea. The flat top of the cart wasn't bolted to the vertical metal supports. There were square-shaped brackets at the corners, which fit on to the metal struts.
All Baranco had to do was to lift the table part, and it came free of the support struts. He set the table section down on the floor, taking care not to spill any of the bottles on top of it.
On the table section was an enema bag with a long length of rubber tubing. Excellent. He would make good use of the tubing.
Baranco picked up the naked nurse and carried her over to the table. He lowered her on to the horizontal support strut which rose about a foot above the wheel base.
He placed Annie on it so that the crack of her ass and her pussy was right on top of the metal bar. The hard, cold metal pressed against the nurse's soft flesh.
He braced Annie's back against the vertical handholds. There was a neat pile of linen on the flat section of the table. He tore it into strips and used it to bind the semi-conscious nurse.
He tied each of Annie's ankles to a support strut. He savagely pulled the binders tight, so that the linen strips cut cruelly into Annie's flesh.
He did the same thing to her wrists. Now she was bound to the wheeled cart and straddling the hard metal bar which pressed against the soft pink membranes of her pussy.
It must be very painful indeed. Baranco chuckled at the sight.
He took the rubber tubing and snapped it in two. There was a thin, six-inch long metal strut which had worked free from his cot. Baranco had planned to use it as a weapon to make his escape, but now he saw a better use for it.
He tied the rubber tubes to each end of the metal piece. Annie groaned. While her mouth was wide open, he shoved the metal bar between her jaws. , It looked like, and served the same function as, a bit used on horses. Baranco shoved it as far back into her mouth as it would go, between her teeth.
Annie's eyes opened, and she returned to consciousness. The first thing that she saw was Baranco's face leering down at her.
She tried to sit up, but the bonds held her immobile to the cart. Horror and stark fear was stamped on her face. .
Baranco knotted the two ends of rubber tubing together behind Annie's head. He tied the knots as tightly as he could.
Annie wriggled with pain. But her squirming only caused the metal support bar to push deeper into the ultra-sensitive flesh of her pussy.
She breathed in quick, panting gasps. Her breasts jiggled as she did so. She tried to scream, but she could only make garbled, choking noises.
Baranco touched his fingers to his lips and said, "Shhhh. I don't want to have to throttle you again, my pretty. I have a tendency to get carried away when I do things like that. I might lose control and do something ... permanent to you."
Annie fell silent. But the effect of the metal bar pushing cruelly into her cunt became more and more painful with each passing second.
It was a diabolically clever torment. The more the bar hurt her, the more Annie squirmed in pain. But the more that she squirmed, the more that the bar cut into her. It was a vicious cycle.
Baranco looked down. He seemed surprised to see the stiffly erect cock that thrust out from his hips.
He said, "Hmmmm, what have we here? Ah, I simply must do something about this unsightly bulge, don't you think?"
Baranco took his cock in hand and began to squeeze it. His clenched fist slid up and down his pulsing, blue-veined shaft.
He kneaded his cock like a baker with a roll of dough. His member became redder and redder. His hand moved faster and faster.
He stood with his cock held inches from Annie's face. She groaned and looked away.
Suddenly, Baranco came. White semen spurted from the crimson head of his cock.
He aimed it so that the main quantity of his semen spewed into Annie's open mouth. He gripped her hair so that she couldn't jerk her head away.
Disgust and horror were mingled on her face as the come jetted over the metal bit, and on to her tongue and teeth and gums.
Baranco moved his cock head up a bit, and sprayed the last drops of come on her face.
He said, "Be sure and swallow every drop, my dear. It's very good for you. Rich in protein. And quite healthful for a facial treatment, or so I'm told."
He took a handful of her hair and used it to wipe his cock clean.
Annie choked and writhed. Her feet and hands were turning purple from loss of circulation caused by the tightly tied bonds.
Her pussy was bruised and discolored from the steady pressure of her weight forcing her tender parts down on the metal bar.
Baranco sat down and pulled on the nurse's pantyhose. His stillerect cock bulged against the white fabric.
He pulled the nurse's uniform on him and buttoned it up. It was an extremely tight fit. If he took a deep breath, or shrugged his shoulders, it would come apart at the seams. He shoved his feet into her shoes. It was an extremely painful fit. He had to remove the laces in order to get his feet in.
Last but not least, he pulled the nurse's stiff, starched white cap onto his bald, gleaming skull.
He took one of the untorn pieces of linen and gathered it by the ends, so that it formed a sack. Into that sack he carefully loaded all the nurse's vials of drugs and syringes.
He picked up the ring of keys and rattled them softly.
"The keys to the kingdom," he said.
He looked down at Annie. Her eyes begged him to release her from the awful, pussy-punishing torment that he had bound her into.
Baranco bowed mockingly. "And now, my dear, I must ask you to excuse me for leaving so hastily, but I really must run, ha ha."
He took hold of her soft nipple and twisted it cruelly so that Annie was jolted with pain. This caused her to writhe on the cutting metal bar, which increased her pain even further.
Baranco said, "Pity that I can't stay and attend to you properly, my dear. Oh, well. I'll leave you with this parting thought-one of these nights, I'll seek you out and take you. No matter where you run, you won't be able to escape me."
He went to the door. "You won't be missed for a few hours. You'll have lots of time to ponder your sins. If it seems long to you, just console yourself with the thought that I've been locked in this cage for ten years!"
He peered into the corridor. It was still empty. He stuck his head back into the cell and said, "By the way, if you should happen to work that gag loose, please feel free to scream as loud as you like. No one will hear you. These cells are soundproofed. Believe me, I know. Au revoir, dear. I'll be seeing you again."
Baranco stepped into the corridor. He closed the steel door and locked it.
He went to the opposite end of the corridor. He didn't want to emerge at the nurse's station. His disguise wouldn't stand up to close scrutiny. He unlocked the door and crept down the stairs. The keys on the ring would open every lock in the building.
Fifteen minutes later, Anton Baranco pushed open a fire exit door, and stepped out of Graymoor Hospital for the Criminally Insane for. the first time in ten years.
A bolt of lighting split the sky open. Rain fell in crashing sheets of water.
Baranco prowled the parking lot until he found an unlocked car. Oddly enough, although he didn't know it, it belonged to Dr.
Musgrave.
Cars had changed in the last ten years. There was some kind of complicated locking device on the car's steering column.
Baranco pried open the glove compartment. Inside it he found a screwdriver. Using the screwdriver, it took him less than twelve minutes to crack the locking device and hot-wire the ignition.
The engine started up with a roar that was drowned out by a peal of thunder.
His knuckles whitened as he gripped the wheel. Out there was a world of women-soft, young, beautiful, achingly vulnerable women.
Let the world beware!
Anton Baranco was free! Free!
CHAPTER TWO
The midnight lamp was burning in the kitchen of the Freemont School for Girls.
The building was a three-story Victorian mansion surrounded by acres of rolling New Jersey countryside.
The school building was very quiet. It was the time of the winter recess, and almost all of the students had gone home for the holidays.
A woman was working in the kitchen. She knelt on the linoleum floor in front of the stove. It was a dirty job that required plenty of sweat and elbow grease.
The woman had been beautiful once. She was over forty years old. When she was standing, she was nearly six feet tall in her bare feet. She weighed one hundred and thirty-nine pounds.
She was a big-boned woman. She had broad shoulders, strong arms, and wide hips. Her thick, dark hair was streaked with gray, and pinned up to the top of her head so as not to get in the way while she was doing her dreary task of oven cleaning.
Her face was wide, with dark, heavy eyebrows, brown eyes, and a mouth that would have been sensuous if it hadn't been compressed into a thin, tight, disapproving line.
Like the rest of her, her breast development was Amazonian. Her bra size was a breathtaking 44D. In fact, she required a specially reinforced and underwired bra to support her bosom.
As she scrubbed the grime from the oven, her plump, rounded buttocks jiggled enticingly from side to side.
She wore a gray uniform. The muscles in her arms flexed as she scoured the oven's gaping interior.
A noise sounded from the other side of the building.
The woman stopped what she was doing and looked up. She froze in an attitude of alert stillness, and listened.
The noise was not repeated. All she heard was the steady humming of the refrigerator.
After a moment, she returned to her work.
It was hard work. As strong as she was, she had to exert herself to clean the accumulated grease and grime off the oven.
Soon she was grunting and panting from the work. That was why she didn't hear the footsteps behind her until it was too late.
There was a footfall behind her. She thought that it was one of the few people living in the school during the recess-perhaps one of the girls coming down to the kitchen for a midnight snack.
She started to turn around. Before she could do so, a hand viciously gripped her hair, jerking her head backward.
At the same time, she felt the touch of cold steel against the soft, pulsing flesh of her throat.
She froze with fear. Her eyes widened into dark, terrified circles.
The intruder whispered, "Shhhhh ... "
He pulled upward on her hair. The woman dropped her scouring pad and rose shakily to her feet.
She looked downward. She could see the gleaming blade of the razor-sharp butcher knife which had been resting on the counter only minutes before.
The intruder walked her over to a stainless steel table in the center of the kitchen that was used in preparing meals.
The knife at her throat was a silent and deadly reminder to her not to do anything foolish.
Her oversized breasts trembled as she took quick, shallow gasps. Her knees were weak. Her stomach was a knotted ball of nerves.
The intruder bent her forward from the waist until the front of her upper body lay on top of the table.
With his free hand, the intruder lifted her skirt over her waist. Her massive hips were corseted by a white spandex panty girdle.
The intruder pressed her head down against the table. The steel was ice cold against her flesh.
The knife was removed from her throat. The woman remained unmoving.
The intruder used the blade to cut the girdle off her. He slipped the keen edge between her flesh and the girdle, and sliced the support garment open, like he was peeling a grape.
The intruder was an expert with a knife. He had a surgeon's deftness. With two efficient strokes, he cut off the girdle.
He put his foot between her legs, and pushed to-the side. He was signaling that he wanted the woman to spread her legs wider.
She did so. She saw a bright metallic glitter out of the corner of her eye. The big butcher knife touched the throbbing vein in her neck, reminding her to behave.
She heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. A few seconds later, a hard hand roughly parted the cheeks of her lush bottom.
She grunted when she felt something poke her behind. She knew that it was the head of an erect cock.
The cock head touched her anus. The brown puckered ring quivered at the touch.
The intruder shoved his hips forward. The woman groaned as a hard, thick cock began to enter her.
The blunt, wedge-shaped head of the cock stretched her small anal opening. The intruder thrust forward.
The woman's face contorted with pain as the head of the cock pushed past her sphincter muscle, and entered her hot, creamy anus.
The intruder rammed forward again. Now that his cock head was inside her ass, he didn't have too much difficulty in penetrating her.
She was very hot and very tight inside. She tried to relax herself inside her behind, so the pain would be less.
She felt like her ass was being raped by a broomstick of flesh.
Gripping the soft flesh of her hips like a handle, the intruder began to rock back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out.
Her large, smooth buttocks quivered under the fury of the assault. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain.
The cock rammed inside her again and again. She could feel the hard head of it knocking against her vitals.
Her fists were clenched into hard balls. There was the coppery taste of blood in her mouth. She had bitten open the soft inner flesh of her Up.
The intruder mercilessly raped her ass. When she moaned too loudly, he would prick her neck with the blade to silence her.
He would pull his cock back so that only the head of it remained lodged in her anus. Then he would thrust forward and bury his rod of flesh deep inside her.
The intruder made a final thrust. His cock quivered. Semen spurted inside the woman's vitals.
The woman groaned.
The intruder pulled his cock out of her. She groaned even more loudly as the head of his cock popped free of her tight anus.
The intruder whispered, "That was enchanting, Camilla, simply enchanting. Time has failed to dim your charms."
Camilla got off the table, turned around, and dropped to her knees. She pressed her forehead against the floor in a gesture of total submission.
She kissed his shoes. She covered them with hot, adoring kisses.
Anton Baranco shoved his cock back into his pants.
Camilla looked up at him, adoration in her eyes. "I knew that they couldn't keep you locked up forever! I knew it!"
"No jail or cell can hold me forever," he said. "I am Baranco."
He was wearing dark blue slacks and a sky-blue shirt. Around his hips was a gun belt complete with a holstered revolver, a night stick, and a pair of handcuffs.
A policeman's shield was pinned to the left breast pocket of the shirt.
Camilla said, "What-what in the world are you doing in that uniform?"
Baranco chuckled wetly. "A policeman pulled me over for speeding. No doubt he thought it would be a simple matter of writing out a ticket. He was a fool. I took his uniform and left him naked inside the trunk of his police car." Camilla rose to her feet. "I can't believe my eyes! I've been waiting for this moment for ten years! Ten years!"
Baranco said, "You seem to have come down in the world, Camilla."
Camilla's face twisted with bitterness. "That I have. I've been working here as a combination cook and scullery maid. I have to cater to the whims of a pack of spoiled brats."
"Not any longer," Baranco said. "Now, we begin again. It will be just as it was in the old days!"
Camilla's face glowed with a mixture of lust and hate. "Yes! Yes, master!"
Two floors above them, totally and blissfully unaware of what was happening in the kitchen, young Marie Romano lay in bed watching television.
Marie was only sixteen years old. She was a lovely girl, with coal-black hair, wide dark eyes, soft lips, and a flawless olive-colored complexion.
She was a slight, slender girl. Her body had been slow to mature, and her breasts were soft, small, budding mounds of flesh on her lean torso. Only a wispy covering of hair lay on her tender, adolescent slit.
She wore a warm and cozy flannel nightgown which covered her from neck to ankles. It had a little lace collar, and lace cuffs.
Her tiny room was sparsely decorated. Marie lived simply. The major ornament in her room was a large, elaborately engraved bronze cross hanging on the wall. She was a devoutly religious girl.
Her father was the president of a major construction company. He had just remarried for the third time, and was taking his latest wife on a honeymoon tour of the Mediterranean. That was why Marie was one of the few students who was living in the school during the winter recess.
She was watching the late night news on television. Outside, wind gusted sheets of rain against the window.
She shivered and hugged herself. She was glad to be inside where it was safe and warm.
She liked to look at the news. The anchor man was very handsome. He was blonde and blue-eyed and had a rugged, cleft chin. He looked like a movie star.
Marie fantasized what it would be like if the newsman was her boyfriend. If he asked her to marry him, she would say yes without a second's hesitation.
She could picture herself on her wedding day. She would be clad in the traditional, virginal white of a bride. He would be so handsome in his formal clothes. They would walk down the aisle of the church. Everyone would be looking at Marie. Her aunts would be crying when they saw how lovely she was.
Her fantasy dissolved. The newsman was reporting an item, and his normally sunny face looked grim and concerned. Marie leaned forward to hear what he was saying.
The newsman said, "New Jersey state police have put out a fourteen-county dragnet for Anton Baranco, who escaped tonight from the Graymoor Institution for the criminally insane."
"Viewers will remember that Baranco was the key figure in one of the most sensational scandals ever to rock this part of the country."
"Ten years ago, Baranco was the organizer of a criminal conspiracy to force young girls into prostitution and white slavery. His trial was a sensational one, with revelations about orgies, sadism, and sexual perversity."
"Baranco was a unique figure by virtue of his stratospheric IQ. He had been variously a scientist, inventor, sportsman, and adventurer."
"His crimes helped give him the appellation of the 'Garden State Gargoyle', and the 'Jersey Devil'. Although the evidence against him was overwhelming, a panel of psychiatrists judged him hopelessly insane."
"He was confined to the Graymoor institution, where he has remained for ten years--until tonight."
"Already, county prosecutor Edward Allard has called for an investigation of how Baranco managed to escape the hospital."
"We'll have an update on this story at the end of our broadcast. But now, on the lighter side of things, here's Linda with tomorrow's weather," the newsman concluded.
Marie shivered. It was horrible to think of people like that Baranco running loose in the world.
She knew that it was part of the Lord's plan, although she didn't understand why. But the Deity moved in a mysterious way, and of course no mere mortal could ever understand His grand design.
There was a soft rapping on her door.
Marie called, "Yes? Who is it?"
From the other side of the door came the words, "It's me, dear. Camilla."
"Camilla?"
That was odd. Marie couldn't understand what the cook would want with her at this late hour.
But maybe her father had called her on the phone. It wouldn't be this late in Europe.
Marie's spirits lifted. She didn't like to admit it, but she was very lonely. It would be great to talk to him, even for a few minutes!
Marie hopped out of bed and padded barefoot to the door. She unlocked and opened it.
Camilla stood in the hall. But there was something different about her. She no longer had the subservient, relentlessly cheerful attitude of a domestic servant.
She stood proud and tall. Her eyes glittered, and there was a cruel smile on her mouth, an expression that Marie had never seen before on Camilla's face.
It frightened her.
Marie said, "What-what do you want, Camilla?"
"You!"
Camilla barged into the room. She took hold of Marie's nightgown and ripped it open.
Marie's small, perfectly formed breasts were bared. She was struck dumb and paralyzed by shock. Before she could scream, Camilla clapped a hand over her mouth.
With one hand, Camilla ripped the gown to shreds, and tore the shreds from the girl's body.
Marie was so modest that she never even undressed in front of her roommates. Now she had been stripped naked by this terrifying Amazon who clutched her with a powerful, unbreakable grip.
But the worse was yet to come.
A man stepped into the room. Marie wriggled and thrashed in Camilla's arms, but compared to the mature, buxom Amazon, she was as weak as a kitten.
The man closed the door and locked it.
The TV news program ran mindlessly on. The newsman was saying, "Here's an update on the Baranco escape, as we promised you earlier in our program."
A photograph of Baranco filled the screen. It had been taken shortly after his arrest. His face was marked with the bruises and scars from the beating that the outraged police had given him.
The newsman said, "If you see this man, do not, repeat, do not try to apprehend him. Instead, notify the local branch of the state police, or of your local police department. Baranco is extremely dangerous."
Baranco said to Marie, "That's hardly a flattering photo. I'm so much better looking in person, don't you think?"
CHAPTER THREE
It was a nightmare of horror.
Camilla finished tying the last ropes on Marie. She smirked with satisfaction. "That should hold the little bitch for a while."
"I daresay," Anton Baranco chuckled.
Marie thought that she was losing her mind. She prayed that she had, in fact, gone insane. Even insanity would be preferable to the terrifying reality she was subjected to.
But she knew that it was real, all too real. The pain in her body assured her of that.
She had been brutally and sadistically bound.-After Camilla and Baranco had barged into her room, Baranco had held her prisoner while Camilla went to fetch the implements and tools of strict and stringent bondage.
Baranco pulled Marie on his lap. He told her not to make a sound. He didn't have to threaten her. She was too terrified to do anything but obey.
Her soft buns pressed against Baranco's groin. He watched her, ready to choke her if she showed any signs of screaming.
His gnarled hands rubbed her nubile body. Marie trembled hysterically, as Baranco roughly fondled her small breasts, kneading and squeezing them and pinching her nipples.
"Ah, you're a pretty one," he crooned. "A pretty one, and a young one. Yes, you're my very own sweet little darling girl, aren't you? Yes you are."
Marie was almost relieved when Camilla returned to the room. She was carrying a number of items, the largest of which was a metal stool.
The stool had three tubular metal legs, each of which was about three feet long. Camilla pulled the flat circular seat clear of the tubes.
With the seat gone, all that was left was a circular ring of iron with the three legs welded on to it.Camilla put her tools down. Baranco pushed the girl off his lap and on to her feet.
Marie whispered, "What are you going to do to me?"
"Everything," Baranco said.
Camilla hauled off and slapped the girl's face. Marie gasped and stumbled. She staggered and might have fallen, but Camilla gripped her arm and supported her.
Camilla said, "The first thing you'll have to learn is to keep your mouth shut!"
"Except when we want to use it, of course," Baranco quickly added.
Marie begged, "Please don't kill me!"
"Kill you?" Baranco laughed. "I wouldn't destroy such a valuable piece of property ... such a lovely piece of property."
Camilla jerked Marie toward the stool. "Get your ass on that stool, bitch!"
Marie put her bottom on the iron ring. It was cold against her soft, smooth flesh. She winced from the feeling of it.
The ring was smaller in diameter than her behind, so part of her buns pushed through the ring and hung down.
Camilla had a looped length of clothesline. She used a knife to cut the rope into a number of smaller, more manageable lengths.
She pulled Marie's hands behind her back.
The girl moaned at the rough way that the buxom Amazon was handling her.
Camilla made a loop in the rope and threw it over Marie's crossed wrists. She pulled the loop tight, until it cut into the girl's flesh.
Camilla threw a couple of hitches over the loop, then knotted it. Marie's hands were firmly and securely bound behind her back.
Marie's chest was thrust forward due to the strain on her arms. Her small, pointed breasts pushed forward.
Anton Baranco sat on Marie's bed, watching with interest as Camilla continued to bind the nubile and fear-ridden teenager. Next, Camilla picked up a ball of twine, and cut some lengths from it. Her strong, thick fingers were surprisingly nimble as she formed a tiny loop at one end of the twine.
The twine was black and made of nylon, giving it an extraordinary tensile strength for its size and thinness.
Camilla reached out and gripped Marie's right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched it viciously, digging her sharp nails into the soft pink bud.
Marie squirmed in agony on the stool. She moaned and started to cry. Baranco got up and made the volume on the TV louder.
Camilla said, "You don't have to worry about that. Marie is the only girl in this wing of the building."
Holding Marie's nipple so that it was stretched out from her breast, Camilla slipped the tiny nylon loop around the nipple.
She pulled it tight. The twine cut into the nipple, squeezing it cruelly. Marie gasped and shuddered.
The twine was as tough and strong as high-test fishing line. Camilla tugged on it to make sure that the loop was securely fastened to the nipple.
It was. Instead of the loop slipping free of the nipple because of the painful pressure, the breast was pulled and stretched.
Camilla made the line taut, so that maximum pressure was being exerted on the tender nipple.
Then, she tied the free end of the nylon line to Marie's right thigh. Again, she made the knot so tight that the line cut into Marie's tender flesh.
Marie's pretty face was pale and tight with strain. Camilla made another loop at one end of second piece of nylon line.
She pinched Marie's left nipple erect, then slipped the loop over it and pulled it tight.
She repeated the process, pulling the line taut and tying it to Marie's left thigh.
Hot tears spilled down Marie's face. "Oh, God, why are you doing this to me?"
Camilla snapped, "Because we like to do things like this to silly, spoiled, whining cunts like you."
Baranco said, "I tire of looking at her face with those pleading brown eyes, Camilla. Do something about that."
"With pleasure," Camilla said. She gathered up the teenager's hair in her fist, and pulled forward and down on it. She jerked Marie's head down so that her chin touched her chest.
She doubled up a length of nylon line, and made a loop in it. She put the loop over the strands of the girl's long, dark hair.
Camilla pulled the loop tight. It pulled Marie's hair together into a kind of pony tail in reverse.
Baranco said, "Allow me to take care of the next variation."
One of the items that Camilla had fetched from the kitchen was a pair of adjustable metal calipers. Baranco picked them up and went to the girl.
He pushed Marie's thighs open wider. This produced an additional, painful pressure on the girl's already abused nipples.
Baranco stood between her legs. Marie shivered as he poked and prodded her tender, achingly vulnerable pussy.
Baranco said, "She doesn't have much hair here. That's good. I like all my little sluts to have shaved slits."
"Shall I shave her pussy now, Anton?" Camilla asked.
"No. There'll be time enough for that later. The main thing that we're concerned with now is consolidating our control over the building."
Baranco shoved his fingers into the girl's cunt. Marie jerked back, almost upsetting the stool.
Camilla stood behind her and held her in place so that it couldn't happen again.
Baranco pushed forward with his finger. It only went so far before encountering an obstruction, a delicate membrane of flesh.
Marie cried out in pain.
Baranco said, "Can this be possible? Is this girl really a virgin?"
"It's possible," Camilla said. "Marie is very religious, don't you know. She's saving herself for marriage."
"Everyone was a virgin ... once," Baranco said. "But we can fix that."
"A virgin will bring us a high price," Camilla pointed out.
"It's not all business with me, dear," Baranco said. "I like to have fun occasionally."
"As you command," Camilla murmured.
Baranco examined the calipers. They were brand new, and made of gleaming stainless steel. They were made of two thin, curved bars joined at the handle. A small roller on a thin bar between them served as the control, so the calipers could be opened or closed to the desired width.
Marie shuddered violently as the calipers touched the flesh of her pussy. "Dear God, what's that?!"
Baranco said, "I am growing weary of your incessant questions. If you can't keep a still tongue in your head, I will be forced to cut it out, my dear."
He placed the calipers inside Marie's labia. Their sharp pointed tips lodged in the inner folds of her pussy.
It was so painful, and so frightening, that Camilla had to grip the girl's shoulders and hold her rigidly in place.
Baranco turned the . roller wheel with his thumb. The calipers widened inch by inch. As they opened, they pushed the lips of Marie's pussy to the sides, stretching them.
Baranco adjusted the calipers to their maximum width. The seashell-pink interior of the girl's pussy glistened wetly.
Baranco took hold of the nylon line attached to the girl's hair. He pulled on it, forcing Marie's head down.
He tied the free end of the line to the knobbed top of the calipers. Marie's hair fell so that it covered her face and served as a sort of blindfold.
Camilla took a length of rope and tied it around the girl's chest, over her breasts. She pulled the rope tight, so that it pinned Marie's mane of hair to her flesh.
Baranco stepped back to admire their mutual handiwork. "Ah ... a pretty picture indeed."
Camilla gave a last tug at the knots to see if they were tight. They were. "That should hold the little bitch for a while."
"I daresay," Anton Baranco chuckled. "And now we may move on to other matters."
"What next?"
"You tell me," Baranco said. "You know what the situation here is better than I do."
Camilla said, "Apart from Marie, there's three others in the building."
"Who?"
"Agatha Freemont and two students who didn't go home for the holidays."
"Clarify, please."
"Agatha is the owner and director of the school. She's old."
"How old?"
"Over sixty-five," Camilla said. "Too old to be of any use to you."
"Or you!"
Camilla laughed. "That's right. Should we...." She drew her finger across her neck in a pantomime of throat-slitting.
"No," Baranco said. "Not yet. We may need her to maintain our cover, pay bills, sign checks and the like. We'll let her live, but she has to be neutralized."
"How?"
"I stole a number of drugs from the insitution. Many of them are extremely powerful tranquilizing drugs. We'll put them to good use," Baranco said. "Now, what about the girls?"
Camilla said, "There's June Whitelaw and Sarah Greene. They're on the second floor in the west wing. They share a room."
"Good. That simplifies matters. And that makes all of them? The Freemont woman, the two girls, and sweet Marie here?"
"That's the lot."
"No one else? No men?"
Camilla smiled. "No one else. We're all alone here."
Anton Baranco said, "Then ... shall we begin?"
"I can't wait," Camilla said.
Marie moaned. "Please-please let me out of this-please! It hurts so much!"
Baranco plucked one of the nylon lines tied to her sorely abused nipples. Marie gasped in agony.
Even that was a mistake. The act of taking a deep breath in order to gasp caused her chest to rise and fall, and exerted even more pressure on her nipples.
Marie realized that. She tried to remain as still as a statue.
She wasn't able to remain that way for long. Baranco prodded the soft inner membranes of her pussy with his finger.
He relished the teenager's moans. He said, "You're a religious girl. Just think of yourself as a glorious martyr. If that fails to console you, perhaps this will-very shortly, you will have companions in your pain. You have my word on that, my dear."
CHAPTER FOUR
June Whitelaw lifted up the hem of her black lace nightie and raised it above her waist. "Sarah, look!"
Sarah Greene tried to ignore her. She frowned, as though she was deep in thought over the contents of the book that she was reading, or trying to read.
"Sarah!"
Sarah frowned and turned the page. She was fifteen years old, but so intelligent that she had been advanced one grade ahead of other pupils her age.
She was a serious girl, with a classically sculptured face. Her hair was golden-brown. It was parted in the middle, and shaped into a pair of braids.
Sarah wore a white satin camisole trimmed with lace. She was mature in more ways than just her intellectual development.
She was a tall girl, athletic, with full, ripened breasts. Her nipples thrust against the shimmering material of her garment.
June was sixteen years old. She was a pretty blonde girl whose attractiveness was somewhat lessened by the sulky, pouting expression that she habitually wore.
Her hair was arranged in a pair of ponytails on either side of her head. It was brightly blonde, almost golden.
She was very fairskinned, and her glowing white flesh contrasted dramatically with the black lace garment that she wore.
She had blue eyes and a red, sullen mouth. She was lying on her bed with her legs spread wide open.
She said, "Do you know what I'm doing, Sarah?"
Sarah sighed and turned the page of her book. She did not look up.
June put her hand between her legs. She began to stroke her pussy. "I'm touching myself, Sarah. It feels good, but it would feel so much better if it was you doing it."
Sarah ignored her.
June said, "Sarah!"
She hopped out of bed and went over to Sarah. She pulled the book out of Sarah's hands and tossed it aside.
Sarah said, "Hey, June, what do you think you're doing?!"
June spread her legs and defiantly put her hands on her hips. "I'm tired of being treated like a piece of furniture! Pay attention to me!"
"Will you give me my book back, please?"
"No, I won't!" June said. "All you ever do is read those stupid books!"
"You're the one that's being stupid, June."
"Oh, so now I'm stupid, huh? You sure have changed, Sarah."
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't use to call me stupid," June said. "What's the matter, Sarah? Don't you like me anymore?"
"Of course I do."
"Then why don't you show it?" June placed her hand on Sarah's bare thigh and began to caress it. "Why aren't you nice to me like you used to be?"
Sarah firmly took June's hand and removed it from her leg. "Come on, June, give me a break. Please don't make a scene, okay?"
"No, it's not okay! I am going to make a scene!"
"Oh, June," Sarah sighed.
June said, "I'm not asking for much. All I want is a little love and affection, that's all."
"You know I love you, June."
"I mean physical love. You don't have to do me, Sarah. You don't have to do anything. Just he back and I'll kiss you between the legs and love you with my mouth."
"June ... "
"You know you love it, Sarah. You always did. Wasn't it good for you? You know that it was."
"Yes, June ... it was."
June stood up. "Okay, I guess I know where I stand. Now that you've got that stupid boyfriend back home, you can't be bothered with the likes of me!"
"Alan isn't stupid!" Sarah lowered her voice. "Anyway, that doesn't have anything to do with us."
June whined, "Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"You know that you're pretty."
"Then why won't you make love to me?"
"It's not you, June, it's me," Sarah said. "I've got a lot of things on my mind, and until I work them out, I think that it would be best if we didn't go to bed."
Sarah picked up her book. June said, "If I knew that you were going to be like this, I never would have stayed at this stupid school over the winter vacation!"
"I didn't ask you to stay."
"Well, if that's the way you feel about it, I'm going to call my father and tell him to come up here tomorrow and take me home!"
"Fine!" Sarah said. "You do that!"
"I will!" June shouted. "I'll do it right now!"
June threw on her robe and put on her slipppers. "You're a bitch, Sarah, a real bitch!"
"Oh, fuck you, June," Sarah said wearily.
June slammed the door on her way out.
Her slippers scuffled angrily against the carpeted floor of the hallway. She went down the stairs to the first floor. Miss Freemont's private office was located there, and there was a telephone in it.
The big building was gloomy and heavily shadowed. It was chilly, and June wrapped the robe tighter around herself.
There was a light on in Miss Freemont's office. June thought that that was strange, since the elderly woman rarely stayed up this late.
June went into the office. It was empty. Apparently Miss Freemont had merely forgotten to turn out the lights when she retired to bed.
-It was a cozy, wood-paneled office, filled with antiques and framed prints. There was a big mahogany desk at the far end of the room.
June went to it. The telephone sat on the desk top. She snatched the phone off the hook and angrily dialed the long-distance number of her parents' home.
Nothing happened.
There was no ringing of bells. There wasn't even a dial tone. June took the receiver away from her ear and stared at it for a moment.
Of all the times for the damned phone to go out of order!
Maybe it was unplugged, or something. June wasn't entirely sure of how phones worked, but she figured that it was worth a look. The only other outside lines were in the kitchen and in Miss Freemont's room.
June followed the black wire that emerged from the body of the telephone. It fell off the desk and snaked across the carpet.
She got down on her hands and knees and followed it to the wall. There was a square metal box attached to the baseboard.
But the phone wire wasn't attached to the box.
June lifted the wire and stared at it. It was frayed at one end. Obviously it had been pulled clear of the junction box.
A shadow fell over her.
Thinking it was Sarah, June started to turn around. Her spirits lifted, and she was all ready to kiss and make up with Sarah.
Anton Baranco grabbed her hair and touched the point of the knife to her throat.
He said, "Not a sound, my pretty, not a sound. Get up, and don't make a sound."
June rose to her feet. She trembled like a leaf. She felt sick. She wished that she could faint or throw up or something.
Baranco said, "Don't do anything rash, my lovely. I'd hate to have to carve my name in your flesh. It would take quite a bit of cutting to spell out my name-Anton Baranco."
Now June felt like she would indeed faint. "You-you're the guy they were talking about on the news! The escaped maniac!"
"'Maniac' is a rather unfortunate choice of words, child," Baranco said. "After all, I've always thought that it was I who was sane, and the rest of the world that was crazy."
Camilla entered the room and locked the door. June stared at her in confused bafflement.
Camilla said, "Lucky that you thought to pull the phone wire, Anton. It might have created a real problem if she had gotten a call out."
"Genius is the ability to take care of all the little, vitally important details," Baranco said.
June said, "Anton? You-you know him! You're in on this with him!"
Camilla smiled. "That is correct, you spoiled little cunt."
"I-I can't believe it!"
Camilla said, "Did you think I've been a cook all my life, you unspeakable brat? Oh, no. At one time, I bought and sold little girls like you by the dozens."
"But what are you doing now?!" June gasped.
"I'm going back into business," Camilla said.
She was holding a length of rope. "Shall I bind her, Anton?"
"Not while she has her clothes on," Baranco said. "We'll have to remove them." He backed June up until her bottom bumped against the desk. The sudden and unexpected contact shocked the girl, and she squealed with fear.
Baranco pulled the robe off her, and let it drop to the floor. His eyes glittered when he saw the black lace nightie.
"What a naughty little girl you are!" he chuckled. "It would grieve me to have to slice that charming garment off your body, so I trust that you will remove it, and save me the trouble of performing that distasteful task."
June's teeth chattered from fear. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Better you should worry about what I'll do to you if you don't obey me," he said.
June's knees knocked together as she pulled the-sensuous garment off her body.
Baranco took it from her. She covered her nipples with one arm, and her pussy with the hand of her other arm.
Camilla sneered, "Don't bother to hide, bitch. We'll see it all no matter what you do."
Baranco rubbed the black lace garment against his face. His expression was ecstatic. He held it to his nostrils and inhaled deeply.
"Ahhhh ... the fragrant scent of girl flesh," he said. "It's been ten years since I've smelled it! Ten years!"
He handed the garment to Camilla. His hungry eyes feasted on the sight of the terrified teenager cowering before him.
June had long legs and pert, upturned breasts. Her pubic bush was the color of sand, and her pussy lips were coral-colored.
Baranco's cock jerked, quivered, and spasmed with animation. The fleshy rod uncoiled like a snake and bulged in the crotch of his trousers.
He commanded, "Bind her."
Camilla jerked June's arms behind her back. June's face scrunched up with pain and she cried out.
Camilla crossed June's wrists and held them together with one hand. With the other, she gripped June's face and viciously squeezed it.
Camilla said, "Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!"
"Don't be so hasty, Camilla," Baranco said. "I can think of one very good use for that pretty, pouting mouth."
"So can I," Camilla said.
She tied June's wrists together with the length of rope. She smiled evilly as June writhed from the pain of the constricting bonds.
Baranco went behind the big desk and sat down at the desk. "Bring the bitch to me."
Camilla gathered up both of June's twin pony tails in one hand and viciously yanked them, painfully pulling against the girl's scalp.
Baranco raised his ass from the seat of the chair. He unbuttoned the top button of his trousers, and pulled down the zipper.
Taking hold of the waistband, he pulled the trousers down off his hips and on to his thighs.
Freed from the confines of his pants, his stiffly erect cock sprang upwards. Blue veins pulsed as they wound around his firm, hard shaft.
He took his cock in hand. "I have something for you, my little miss!"
Camilla put her hand on June's shoulder and forced her down. "On your knees before your master, slut!"
June was forced to her knees on the deep-pile carpet. Baranco opened his legs wide so that she knelt between them.
June stared in horror at the oversized cock and swollen, hairy balls that loomed in front of her face.
June said, "No, please, no! Please, please don't make me do this! I never did it, I swear!"
"Liar!" Camilla hissed. "Even a lowly cook like myself has heard all the girls gossip about what a hot-pantsed little tramp you are!"
"No, no!" June said. "It's all a front! I just pretend to be like that! I'm not, really I'm not!"
Baranco said, "If you're not, you will be, before we're through with you!"
"She's lying," Camilla said. "She's one of the most notorious sluts in the school, and everybody knows it!"
"It isn't nice to he to your new master," Baranco said. "You will be severely punished for that ... later."
Camilla said, "Open your mouth, slut!"
She pushed June's head forward. She twisted the girl's hair so hard that June opened her mouth to gasp.
Anton Baranco stuffed his cock into June's gaping mouth.
The teenager choked and gagged on the broad-headed, fleshy rod. Baranco pulled her head down toward him and shoved his cock in deep.
An expression of evil ecstasy shone on his face as his member encountered the wet heat of the girl's mouth.
He whispered in a hoarse, rasping voice, "Suck it! Suck it, you little bitch!"
Baranco rubbed the head of his cock against the tender roof of the girl's mouth. It felt like hot, wet velvet.
June's mouth was strained as the invading cock forced its way into her. A look of total horror was stamped on her face.
Baranco pushed her head back until only his cock head was lodged in her mouth. Then, he pulled the girl's head down to him, so that most of his shaft was once more inside her.
He repeated this cycle. Back and forth, in and out. He said, "That's it. Suck it. Suck it! Ah, that's the way!"
June imitated the cycle of action. Her head bobbed upward, then down. Baranco's member disappeared between her red lips, then reappeared.
In and out. In and out. Soon his cock was glistening with June's saliva.
The girl made liquid slurping sounds as she sucked Baranco's cock. Saliva dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin.
The muscles in Baranco's thighs flexed in response to the sucking that she was giving him. His bare bottom squeaked against the leather-padded chair seat as he rocked back and forth.
He said, "Come to me, Camilla. Let me nurse at the warmth of your breast."
Camilla unbuttoned her blouse. She opened it, revealing voluptuous breasts confined in the cups of a reinforce bra.
She pulled her blouse out of her skirt. She reached up under it, and unhooked her bra.
Now that it was loosened, she was able to pull down the cup on her right breast and expose it.
Her breast was a massive mound of soft white flesh. Her nipple was as large as a thumb, and the pink halo surrounding the pointed tip was as wide in diameter as a slice of a tomato.
Still gripping June's hair, Camilla leaned forward. Her breast rubbed against Baranco's face. His eyes rolled in his head.
The nipple brushed against his mouth. Camilla cupped her breast and fed her nipple into his mouth.
Baranco's thin lips fastened greedily on the nipple. He took it between them and sucked it. It grew and became stiffly erect in his warm, wet mouth.
He knew that he was going to come in a matter of minutes, if not seconds. He turned his attention to the bound teenager whose mouth he was raping.
Even while Baranco nursed at her bosom, Camilla did not rest. As she fed her nipple to him, she continued to push June's head down and pull it up in rhythmic, repeated cycles.
Baranco breathed faster and faster. There was an aching, churning sensation in his belly.
When he knew that his orgasm was imminent, he pushed down June's head and held it there. His cock head bumped against the soft tissues at the back of her throat.
Semen was forced out of his swollen balls, up through his shaft, and out from the red tip of his cock.
He took his mouth away from Camilla's nipple and rasped, "Swallow it! Swallow all my seed! I'll torture you if you don't!"
June's throat and jaw muscles worked furiously as she obeyed his command. A groan of revulsion rose up from the very pit of her stomach.
When he saw that she was obeying him, Baranco returned to Camilla. He took her breast into his mouth and sucked on it.
His eyes squeezed shut, and tiny veins pulsed in his forehead, as he orgasmed.
Reflexively, he bit down hard on Camilla's nipple. She groaned, but she inwardly loved the sharp, intense pain.
The last drops of come were squeezed out of his cock and into June's mouth. Baranco let out a deep sigh that sounded like steam escaping from a leaky radiator.
He slumped back in his chair. It seemed as though his bones had turned to jelly. He slumped lower.
He looked like an inflatable dummy with the air being let out of it.
He pulled his cock out of June's mouth. He placed his foot against her belly and shoved her backwards.
She fell to the floor, landing on top of her bound hands. She choked and sputtered. She rolled on her side, stuck out her tongue, and tried to wipe the taste of Baranco's come off it by rubbing it against the carpet fibres.
Camilla examined her breast. Around her nipple was a round, red circle, the imprint of Baranco's teeth.
Little red drops of blood oozed out of her injured flesh. They circled the throbbing nipple like tiny rubies.
She murmured, "You drew blood."
He said, "I'll drink blood before I'm through."
"Drink it now," she said. , She rubbed some of the red fluid on her finger and touched it to Baranco's lips.
He took the finger into his mouth and sucked on it. There was something revoltingly obscene about the way that his thin-lipped fish's mouth slurped and sucked.
Camilla touched her finger to her bleeding breast, and tasted her own blood. It was tangy and metallic in her mouth.
June's shoulders heaved with soft sobbings as she rolled on her side. She pushed her face against the carpet, as though she could somehow hide herself there.
Camilla said, "What next?"
Baranco opened his eyes. They gleamed with reptilian coldness.
He said, "We'll bind and gag the little bitch so she can't interfere. Then we'll go pay a visit to her roommate, and to dear old Miss Freemont."
"And then?"
"And then the fun will really begin," Baranco said.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sarah writhed in pain. She was in her room. She was naked. And she was undergoing a fearfully painful punishment of her pussy.
Anton Baranco sat on her bed. He was drinking a glass of ice-cold milk that Camilla had brought him from the kitchen.
The milk tasted delicious, simply delicious. Particularly since Baranco had been fed liquid nutrients through a tube in his vein for the last six months.
That had been just one of the many indignities he had been forced to suffer as part of his masquerade as a catatonic.
Since he wouldn't feed himself in the institution, or even move for that matter, the doctors had been forced to give him intravenous transfusions to keep him alive.
But it had all paid off. Now he was free. Now he would repay the world a thousandfold for the injuries he had suffered.
Even more delightful than the taste of the milk was the pleasure of watching lovely young Sarah endure her awful pain.
Downstairs, in a storage closet adjacent to the kitchen, Baranco had found piles of old, used lumber.
Among the heap of wood was a board with a saw-toothed edge. One side of the board's length had been cut in a zig-zag pattern, giving the appearance of the cutting edge of a saw.
Baranco's twisted brain had instantly grasped the possibilities.
He had left June brutally bound and gagged inside Miss Freemont's office, and locked her inside it.
June wouldn't be going anywhere. And he could keep her in the office where she would be out of his hair for a while.
He and Camilla went upstairs. Baranco carried the board tucked under his arm. They paused outside Sarah's door.
Camilla knocked on it and said, "Sarah, dear, this is Camilla. May I speak to you for a moment, child?"
"Sure," came Sarah's voice from the other side of the door.
Sarah had trustingly opened the door. By the time that she saw Baranco charging in behind Camilla, it was too late for Sarah to do anything.
She didn't even have time to scream. Baranco aand Camilla easily overpowered her.
Camilla wrestled Sarah to the ground. Then she and Baranco ripped the girl's nightgown from her trembling body.
Camilla held Sarah's hands pinned to thefloor. Sarah gasped when she saw Baranco.
She cried, "You-you're the man who broke out of Graymoor!"
Baranco bowed suavely. "At your service, my dear. But I'm afraid that you have the advantage over me. I don't know your name."
"Sarah," Camilla said, "Sarah Greene."
"Pleased to meet you, Sarah," Baranco said. "You'll have to excuse me for barging in without being properly introduced. Tell me, dear, are you a virgin?"
"What?!" Sarah gasped.
"Let's find out, shall we?"
Camilla clapped her broad palm over Sarah's mouth, stifling her outcries. She straddled the young girl's head. Her legs pinned Sarah's arms to the floor, and her plump bottom rested on the teenager's nude chest.
Baranco knelt on the floor. Sarah kept her legs tightly closed. Baranco forced his knee between her thighs and pried them open.
He shoved his finger into her pussy. Sarah's yelp of pain was muffled but still audible despite Camilla's hand being pressed on her mouth.
Baranco shoved his finger in as deep as it would go. It encountered no obstruction. He buried his finger up to the knuckle inside her.
Sarah's face went pale and bloodless, and her eyes widened with fright. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Baranco wriggled his finger around inside her. She was hot, but very tight and dry.
Baranco pulled his finger back out and sucked it. Then he took his digit out of his mouth and said, "Alas, I fear that our Sarah is no virgin."
His cock stirred in his trousers. It stiffened and rose and pushed out the crotch of his pants in an ominous bulge.
He said, "Since she is no virgin, I'm sure she won't mind if I use her little pussy for a few moments. Baranco opened his pants and pulled them down to his thighs. His cock stuck out from his hips like a handle of flesh.
He crawled on his knees so that he was positioned over the teenager's upturned face.
Sarah shuddered with revulsion as Baranco rubbed the head of his cock against her smooth forehead and temples.
Camilla asked, "What about me?"
"Well, what about you?" Baranco said.
"I'm getting pretty horny myself. Don't forget, I've been slaving away in this hole of a school for years, cooking the food that these spoiled cunts shovel in their mouths."
"Yes, that must have been rather degrading for you." Baranco picked up one of Sarah's braids and playfully wound it around his throbbing shaft.
"I want revenge," Camilla said. "I want to get some payback."
"And so you shall, my love, so you shall," Baranco said soothingly. "What do you have in mind?"
"I want this little slut to eat my pussy."
"And so she shall," Baranco chuckled with a mad look in his eyes.
Camilla smiled with evil satisfaction. She cupped her breasts through her blouse and lifted them. Her fat nipples jutted against the material.
She said, "God! I thought that you'd never get out of Graymoor, Anton!"
"The legal and medical authorities also shared that mistaken assumption," Baranco said. "Like you, they were mistaken."
Camilla said, "Listen to me, slut. We've got your roommate, that rotten brat June. If you don't do what we tell you to do, we're not only going to torture you, we're going to torture her even worse."
Baranco added, "While I am not a qualified physician, I have an extensive knowledge of human anatomy. It would be child's play for me to reduce you and June to a pair of screaming wrecks that were once human beings."
"I'm going to take my hand off now," Camilla said. "May God have mercy on your soul if you scream, because we won't."
Camilla removed her hand from Sarah's mouth. The teenager moaned with terror.
She whispered, "What kind of fiends are you?"
Baranco said, "The kind that delight in the screams of innocent victims."
Camilla stood up. She gripped Sarah's braids and yanked up on them. Sarah's face went taut and pale with agony as she climbed to her feet.
Baranco approached her with a length of rope. His pants dropped to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.
Camilla said, "Put your hands behind your back, slut."
Sarah moaned, "Please don't torture me. If you're going to kill me, do it quickly. Please, I beg you."
"Shut up."
Baranco tied Sarah's hands behind her back. He stood behind her and put his hands on her breasts.
He said, "You're extraordinarily well endowed for a young lady of your age, miss. I'm going to make good use of you."
Camilla took hold of Sarah's nipple and viciously twisted it. Sarah stood on tiptoes from the pain.
When Camilla contemptuously released the girl's nipple, it was bright red and pulsingly erect.
Camilla sneered, "She looks like a prime candidate for tit torture."
"Oh, unquestionably," Baranco agreed.
"Before we do anything else, I want to have my pussy eaten."
"I would be honored to perform that service, but youth must be instructed, so little Sarah will be granted the supreme privilege of pleasuring your pussy."
Camilla took off her blouse. Her massive breasts dangled freely. Her breast still bore the imprint of Baranco's toothmarks.
Camilla cupped her breasts with her hands, lifted them, and let them drop. They jiggled enticingly.
"Look at my tits, Sarah," Camilla said. "Aren't they big and beautiful? Someday, if you're lucky, you might grow up to be as stacked as I am."
"If you live that long," Baranco said to the girl.
He pressed against her. His hard cock nestled in the cleft of her cupcake buttocks. He gripped Sarah's firm young breasts so tightly that the tender white flesh oozed between his fingers.
"Sarah's got an excellent start as far as her mammary development is concerned," he said. "Perhaps we can help her along."
Camilla contemptuously flicked the girl's nipples. "She's got nice soft nipples, Anton. And they're quite large. I wonder how they'd look with gold rings piercing them?"
"I'm sure we'll find out," Baranco said.
"Although, with the price of gold as high as it is, perhaps we'll have to settle for silver rings, or even stainless steel."
"No, no," Baranco said crossly. "Although the world is going to hell in a hand basket, I for one refuse to lower my standards to suit the general decline in taste. This child shall have golden rings piercing her nipples."
"As you command," Camilla said.
She took a fold of Sarah's pussy lip between her thumb and forefinger, and squeezed it so hard that Baranco was compelled to cover the girl's mouth to stifle her shrieks.
When Camilla finally released the teenager, Sarah was trembling uncontrollably, and her skin was cold to the touch.
Satisfied that she was under control and wouldn't scream, Baranco removed his hand from her mouth.
Camilla said, "As long as she's going to have her nipples pierced, a gold ring through her clitoris would be quite charming, too."
"Oh, quite," Baranco agreed, "quite. But now, I suggest that we quickly proceed to the business at hand."
"Yes, let's." Camilla took off her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
Her waist was thick, but not fat. She was a solidly built woman. Her hips flared out in a wide curve. Her navel was a round, unwinking eye.
Her pubic bush was a thick triangle of black curls. Her pussy lips were fat and fleshy. Her clitoris was unusually prominent and well developed, a miniature button of flesh that somehow resembled a tiny penis.
Camilla moistened her finger with saliva and ran it between the lips of her pussy. They gleamed wetly.
She took hold of the blankets and sheets and pulled them down so that they were massed at the foot of Sarah's bed.
Camilla asked, "How do you want to work this, Anton? I mean, how should we do it to her?"
Baranco said, "I think that the most comfortable position would be for you to lie on your back, and for little Sarah to kneel on the bed with her face in your pussy and her bottom facing me. I will take her from behind."
"Are you going to fuck her in the ass?"
Sarah gasped and began to tremble.
Baranco stuck his hand between her buttocks and inserted his finger into her anus. Camilla grabbed the girl's head and pulled it between her breasts.
Sarah moaned as Baranco shoved his finger into her tight-packed, tender anus. Her head was almost buried from sight between Camilla's oversized breasts.
Baranco pulled his finger out of the girl's ass and licked it. "I think that I will reserve that pleasure for a later date ... tomorrow, perhaps."
Camilla took hold of Sarah's shoulders and pushed her backwards. The buxom Amazon said, "So, you're going to fuck her little pussy?
That's rather conventional of you, Anton."
"I am a bit tired, I must admit," he said. "After all, it's not every night that I break out of a maximum security mental hospital. In fact, such an event only occurs once every ten years."
Camilla lay down on the bed on her back. She raised her bottom and slipped a pillow under it, which elevated her hips higher than the rest of her body.
She said, "Bring the little cunt to me, Anton."
Baranco pushed Sarah face down on the bed. Taking hold of her braids, he pulled her up between Camilla's strong, columnar legs.
Baranco held Sarah's face so that it was poised an inch or two above Camilla's cunt. He arranged her so that she was kneeling on the bed with her ass raised high.
Camilla took hold of Sarah's braids, one in each hand. She pulled the girl's face down into her pussy.
She said, "Lick my cunt, bitch. Lick the outside of it first, nice and slow. That's it. Nice and slow ... "
The bedsprings creaked when Baranco got on the bed. The mattress sagged as he knelt behind Sarah.
Camilla urged the girl, "Now, stick out your tongue as far as it can go, and dip it into my pussy. Good. Ummm, very good. Now lick upward until you come to my clitoris. That's it, right there. Yes. Lick it slowly and don't stop."
Sarah started to. "cry when Baranco's cock head prodded the tender flesh of her cunt lips.
Her soft sobbing rose to a shriek of outrage when Baranco savagely penetrated her with one fearful thrust.
Camilla got angry. She pulled the girl's face out of her pussy, and slapped her hard on the cheek.
She said, "I told you not to stop, you miserable little cunt! For a supposedly intelligent girl, that was a very stupid thing to do! Now, get down and get to work, and do it right!"
Camilla jerked Sarah back down into her pussy. Sarah suffered a nightmarish ordeal as she tried to lick Camilla's clitoris slow and gently the way the buxom Amazon had ordered, while at the same time Baranco assaulted her quivering pussy.
Inevitably, Sarah's cunt began to moisten with secretions as Baranco continued his animalistic assault.
She wasn't a virgin, but she had never been so ruthlessly fucked, or forced to take such a large cock inside her without any foreplay or preparation.
The heavy, musky aroma of Camilla's cunt filled Sarah's nostrils. It made her feel lightheaded and intoxicated.
Her buttocks jiggled every time that Baranco's hips slammed into them. His cock stretched theinside of her tender pussy.
She lapped away at Camilla's clitoris. Camilla amused herself by reaching under the girl and sadistically pinching and twisting the girl's dangling breasts.
Baranco shoved his cock so deep inside her that his cock head knocked against the mouth of her womb.
His member stiffened and vibrated. He held Sarah's hips in place while a load of come erupted from the red-hot tip of his cock.
Sarah shivered with revulsion as the milky fluid gushed into her. She felt sick to her stomach, and she wanted to throw up.
Camilla closed her thighs and squeezed Sarah's head between them. Camilla groaned as a white-hot orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt.
She slumped back, and released the girl's hair. Baranco pulled his hips backward, and his cock withdrew from the tight and tender young pussy. There was a liquid sucking sound as the knobbed head of his member worked free of Sarah's cunt lips.
Baranco climbed off the bed. He grabbed Sarah's hair, and jerked her head up. "Lick my cock clean."
Gagging with disgust, Sarah stuck out her tongue and tentatively licked the underside of his shaft.
Baranco shoved his cock into her warm, wet mouth. "Suck it like that." Sarah's tongue worked frantically, and her cheeks curved inward as she sucked on the stillerect member.
Baranco put his hands on his hips and glared down at her. It was enchanting to see his red shaft swallowed up by the girl's red-lipped mouth, and even more charming to see the hopeless, despairing tears roll down her cheeks.
After a few minutes, he took his cock out of her mouth. Sarah hung her head in shame and stared steadily at the floor.
Camilla sighed and stretched and rose to her feet. She slapped Sarah on the ass, hitting her so hard that she left the red imprint of her open palm on the white, soft buttocks.
Camilla said, "You are a most educated cunt-licker, Sarah. That was not the first time that you have eaten pussy."
Sarah said nothing.
Camilla said, "I take it that your silence means agreement. Now that I know about your oral accomplishments, I'm going to make you my little pet."
Without warning, Camilla rocked Sarah with a vicious, open-handed slap. Sarah tumbled off the bed and fell on the floor.
She looked up fearfully at Camilla. Camilla said, "Mind your manners, child. Thank me for slapping you."
"Th-thank you, Camilla," Sarah said, choking on the words.
"You're so very welcome, my dear," Camilla said. She asked Baranco, "Well, what now?"
"Now we bind Sarah," Baranco said. "I have a most ingenious variation that should prove quite amusing." Sarah's and June's bed were antique fourposters. Baranco and Camilla had Sarah stand with her back to one of the posts at the foot of the bed.
They untied the girl's wrists, then re-tied them behind the post, so that the post was between Sarah's back and her hands.
Then Baranco brought his "ingenious variation" into play..
Baranco went into the hall, and brought the saw-toothed board into the room. While Sarah watched in confused terror, Baranco wedged the board between the edge of the mattress and bedsprings, and the wooden board at the foot of the bed.
He arranged it so that the saw-toothed edge of the board was sticking up.
He said, "Help me lift the girl."
Sarah gasped, "No! No, don't! Oh, please, please don't!"
Camilla slapped her. "Don't get hysterical, bitch."
But Sarah couldn't help but weep and moan and beg for mercy as Baranco and Camilla each took hold of one of her legs.
Then, they lowered the girl so that she was straddling the saw-toothed board.
"Not that!" Sarah begged. "Please, no! NO!"
Camilla clasped her hand over Sarah's mouth, stifling her outcries.
She said, "That was loud."
Baranco said, "According to you, the only one that we have to worry about now is the old woman."
"Yes, and she's on the third floor, and is a sound sleeper."
"If she should wake up, she'll come down to investigate before doing anything else," Baranco said. "If she doesn't, you can take care of her after we've attended to little miss Sarah."
Baranco and Camilla lowered Sarah on to the board. Sarah's eyes widened in fear, then in pain as the saw-toothed wood contacted the delicate, tender tissues of her pussy.
The two tormenters let go of Sarah. Her body weight caused her to press heavily against the wicked teeth of the board.
It was a good thing that Camilla was muffling her mouth, because if Sarah's shriek of agony hadn't been blocked, it would have been heard throughout the house.
The saw-toothed board was positioned between the Jips of her pussy. It pushed them aside, and the rough wood teeth abraded the soft pink interior of her cunt.
Sarah squirmed and wriggled, but no matter how she moved, there was no way to minimize the pain. She might have been able to if her feet had touched the floor, but they dangled inches from the floorboards.
The semen that Baranco had shot into the girl's cunt oozed out onto the wooden teeth.
He said, "She won't scream. You can let go of her mouth."
Camilla did so. Sarah moaned, "What are you doing to me?"
"Softening you up a bit," Baranco said.
Camilla said, "You seem to have the situation well under control. Before I take care of the old lady, is there anything that I can get you?"
"Now that you mention it, I could do with a snack," Baranco said. Camilla exited the room and went down to the kitchen.
Sarah begged Baranco to release her from the awful torment. "I'll do anything that you want me to! You don't have to hurt me!"
"I want to hurt you," Baranco said.
Camilla returned with a plate heaped high with sandwiches, and a pitcher of fresh milk. Baranco fell on the meal like a raging fire, and soon had consumed all the sandwiches and most of the milk.
Wiping his mouth, he said, "Go take care of the old lady now. Use the drug that I pointed out to you. And use only the dosage I told you to use; no more than that, or she won't wake up."
"You can count on me," Camilla assured him.
"I know that. That's why I came here."
Camilla left the room. Baranco drank his milk and watched Sarah suffering in agony. She moaned and groaned. The saw-toothed board caused ugly bruises to appear on her sensitive vaginal membranes.
Soon the semen oozing out of her was mixed with bright red drops of blood.
CHAPTER SIX
Camilla saw a light shining under the door of Miss Freemont's room. She rapped softly on the door panel.
A quavery voice said, "Come in."
Camilla opened the door and entered the room. She carried a serving tray. On that was a cup of warm milk.
In the milk was a dose of Thoramiozine-X, a potent sedative used to tranquilize violent mental patients.
Camilla had rearranged her appearance to look presentable. Her blouse was tucked into her skirt, and her hair was freshly combed.
Agatha Freemont sat up in bed. She was an old woman, and her skin was stretched tightly on the bones of her face.
Her skin was so pale and fine as to be almost translucent. It was shot through with tiny blue veins. Her eyes were alert, however.
She said, "What is happening, Camilla?"
"Nothing, Miss Freemont."
"I keep being woken up by noises."
"Oh, that," Camilla laughed. "That was just the girls horsing around. They got a bit excited, and I guess they didn't realize how loud they were getting."
Agatha Freemont settled back in her puffed-up pillows. "They certainly were making a great deal of fuss."
There was a mischievous twinkle in Camilla's eyes. "I think they were having a pillow fight."
"Oh, those girls," Agatha said, somewhat resentfully.
"I'll tell them to quiet down."
"They should be sleeping at this hour!"
"You know how girls are at that age, Miss Freemont."
"Yes, I suppose you're right."
"I saw that you were up, so I brought you some nice warm milk."
"Why, thank you, Camilla. That's very considerate of you, dear."
"It's my pleasure, Miss Freemont."
Camilla handed the elderly woman the cup of warm milk. Agatha Freemont had to use both hands to hold it.
She raised it to her lips and sipped some. "It seems a bit bitter. I hope the milk was fresh."
"Of course it was, Miss Freemont."
Camilla sat down in an armchair at the bedside. She put the empty tray on the night table. She put her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.
Agatha Freemont drank some more milk. She set the cup down on the table, and yawned.
She said, "My, that certainly works. I feel like going to sleep right this minute."
"Have a little more, Miss Freemont. It will promote a better, more restful sleep."
Agatha lifted the cup and drank some more. Even as Camilla watched her, the elderly woman's eyes glazed over.
Agatha Freemont's voice was slurred and her speech was halting. "My ... I feel so strange ... so strange."
The cup slipped from her nerveless fingers and fell to the floor. She mumbled, "Oh dear, how clumsly ... I mean, how clumsy ... of me."
Her eyelids fluttered, then closed. She fell back against the .pillows. Her mouth lolled open, and she began to snore.
Camilla said, "Miss Freemont? Are you awake? Miss Freemont?"
No reply, except for the soft and unbroken snoring.
Camilla stood up. "Sweet dreams, you old hag."
"You see?" Baranco said. "The drug works like a charm."
Camilla spun around. Baranco stood in the doorway. She put her hand to her chest. "Don't sneak up on me like that! You scared the shit out of me!"
He bowed apologetically. "So sorry."
He joined Camilla at the bedside. "So that's the Freemont woman?"
"Yes, of course."
Baranco smiled. "I knew that the drug would work. I've seen it used to sedate a berserk, six foot five, two hundred and fifty-five pound man."
"It knocked her out as soon as she drank it."
"Naturally. We'll let her sleep until tomorrow. Then we'll wake her up so she can write some checks for us. We'll clean out her bank account."
"That should be funny as hell," Camilla said. "The old bag is so tight that she squeaks. She hates to part with a nickel."
"If she proves to be reluctant, I'm sure that I can, er, persuade her to see the error of her ways."
Baranco pulled down his fly. Camilla said, "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?"
"No, Anton! She's so old, it would kill her!"
Baranco thought about it for a moment. "I suppose that you're right." He pulled up his zipper.
Camilla said, "I have something to show you. I've been saving it for a long, long time."
Baranco followed her to the east wing of the building. They went down a long, dark, gloomy corridor.
At the end of it was a door. Camilla opened it and turned on the lights. The room was small and cramped, with barely enough space for the bed which was in it.
Baranco asked, "This ... is your room?"
"Yes," Camilla said. "Charming, isn't it?"
"My cell at the institution was bigger than this. Cleaner, too."
"This is the room that my gracious employers permit me to live in rent-free. It's so small that even the mice have round shoulders."
"Ha ha. Most amusing."
Camilla went to her chest of drawers and removed a letter opener from the top of it. She went to the clothes closet, which wasn't much bigger than a coffin.
She pushed aside her clothes which hung on the rack, and knelt down. She inserted the tip of the letter opener in the crack between two floorboards.
She pushed down on the letter opener. One of the floorboards rose up. She put her hand under it and lifted it up.
There was a hollow space underneath. Camilla reached into it and pulled out a sack. She brought it out into the light.
Baranco asked, "What's that?"
Camilla opened up the bag so he could see inside it. It contained a variety of bondage restraints, collars, cuffs, and dildos.
"From the old days," she said. "I've been saving them for ten years."
"You'll be able to put them to use tomorrow," Baranco promised her.
The next morning, Anton Baranco rose at the crack of dawn.
It was a miserable day. The sky was blanketed with lowlying clouds, and a steady drizzle pattered against the window panes.
It was a lousy day to be outside. But it was a perfect day if you had three helpless, hopeless female captives to torment and sexually abuse.
Camilla got up early and made Baranco breakfast. He luxuriated in the feeling of eating a real meal of bacon and eggs and toast and plenty of coffee.
He was freshly showered. He didn't need to shave. At the same time in his life that he had plucked all the hairs from his scalp, he had also performed a similar operation on his face, so that he would never be troubled by having to shave again.
After he polished off his third cup of coffee, he said, "Bring the bitches to me."
"It will be my pleasure," Camilla said grimly.
While the buxom Amazon went to fetch the little ladies, Baranco prowled around the main floor of the mansion.
He made certain that each and every door was carefully locked. He closed the curtains on every window. If by chance some stranger should enter the school grounds, he would not notice anything amiss.
While he was waiting for Camilla to return, he examined the collection of drugs that he had looted from the hospital.
There was a vial of a potent, adrenalin-based compound, a stimulant which was admininstered to catatonics to revive them.
Baranco filled a hypodermic with a dose of the drug, and injected it into his vein.
It went to work on his central nervous system almost immediately. He was filled with energy and a feeling of god-like power.
Camilla was busy herself. She had not spent the previous evening in her miserable hole of a room.
She and Baranco had commandeered the best room in the mansion, a spacious and elegantly appointed room on the second floor which was used to house important guests.
Camilla went into the room. She took off her blouse and skirt and stripped naked.
She opened up her bag of bondage gear. From it she removed a black latex bra, and a pair of panties made from the same material.
She pulled on the panties. They felt incredibly sensuous next to the tender flesh of her pussy. They clung to the folds of her cunt like a second skin.
She slipped her arms through the shoulder straps of the black latex bra, fit her breasts into the cups, and hooked the garment behind her back.
Her oversized breasts strained against the material. Her nipples thrust against the latex and stood out like cherries.
Camilla sat down on the big bed and put on a pair of nylons. She rolled the stockings up her legs, savoring the exquisite feeling of them against her flesh.
Since the latex panties didn't have any garters, she used a pair of elastic, circular garters to hold the stockings in place.
A pair of high-heeled, black leather pumps went on to her feet. Lastly, she put on a cameo brooch with a black velvet choker collar.
She stared at her reflected image in the mirror. She looked like the very picture of a dominatrix. She felt like she had been born again, and, in a sense, she had.
She exited the guest room. The high heels accentuated the contours of her powerful, awe-inspiring legs.
Her plump buttocks jiggled and rolled from side to side as she walked. The rounded bottom cheeks strained against the latex panties.
She looked in on Agatha Freemont first. The old woman lay there as still and unmoving as a corpse.
For a moment, Camilla thought that the old lady was dead. But a closer inspection revealed that her chest was rising and falling from the slow breaths that she took.
She went into Marie's room. Late last night, she and Baranco had released Marie from her extremely painful bondage.
They didn't do it out of any misguided impulses of mercy. They did it because Marie was a valuable piece of property, and it would be economically unsound to damage her. That would decrease her market value when they sold her.
Marie was awake. She was tightly bound to the bed. She looked up fearfully at Camilla.
Camilla didn't even try to untie the knots of the ropes that were holding Marie to the bed. That would have taken too long.
Marie lurched out of bed. When she tried to stand up, she staggered to one side and fell to the floor.
She had been so cramped and stiff from being bound in one position all night, that her limbs were stiff and slow to function.
While Marie lay on her side on the floor, Camilla fashioned a noose at one end of a length of rope.
She slipped the noose over Marie's head, and pulled the noose tight, so that it was snug against the girl's neck, but not so tight as to strangle her.
Camilla waited a few minutes for the proper circulation to return to the teenager's body.
Then she kicked the girl's bottom with the pointed toe of her leather shoe.
She said, "Get up, bitch. You've got a busy day ahead of you."
She took a handful of Marie's hair and jerked it upward. Groaning with pain, Marie managed to stand up.
Although she doubted that she would need it, Camilla tied Marie's hands behind her back.
When she finished, she put her open hand flat against Marie's back, and shoved her toward the door. "Get moving."
Marie couldn't move very quickly. She walked hunched forward like an old woman. Camilla held on to the end of the rope around the girl's neck so that it served as a leash.
Whenever Marie halted, or didn't move as quickly as Camilla liked, the big woman would give the girl a vicious swat on her ass.
Camilla went to Sarah's room next. She and Baranco had taken the girl off the saw-toothed board during the wee hours of the night.
Once again, Baranco and Camilla had not been motivated by feelings of mercy. They were going to put Sarah's cunt to good and ' profitable use, and they didn't intend to put the girl out of action.
Sarah's eyes widened when she saw the bizarre outfit that Camilla was wearing. Camilla cut Sarah loose from the bed, tied her hands behind her back, and slipped a noose around her neck.
Sarah moaned when she saw Marie. "Oh, no! Don't tell me that they got you, too!"
Marie said nothing, but began to weep.
Sarah asked Camilla, "Where's June? What have you done to her?"
Camilla smirked. "You'll find out soon enough, slut." She took hold of Sarah's nipple and twisted it as hard as she could.
Sarah threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs.
Camilla said, "Go ahead, shout your damned head off. Scream as loud as you like. There's no one to hear you-no one who can save you."
Marie couldn't bear to watch. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned away.
When Camilla finally released poor Sarah's abused nipple, the girl fell back on the bed. She was white as a sheet, breathless, and covered with cold sweat.
"I'm sorry that I talked out of turn, Camilla," she sobbed. "Please don't hurt me again!"
Camilla said, "I'd tear that tongue of yours out by the roots, if it wasn't so talented."
She pushed Sarah's thighs open. "How does your cunt feel this morning, you little bitch?"
The answer to that question was visible to the naked eye. Sarah's crotch was marked with ugly black and blue marks, and bruises.
Camilla pushed Sarah's cunt lips open and peered at them. The inside of the girl's pink pussy was marked with angry scratches which the saw-toothed board had left.
Smiling with satisfaction, Camilla released the teenager's abused labia. Then she scowled when she saw that Marie's eyes were still squeezed tightly shut.
Marie shook her head to clear it. Her eyes were dazed and out of focus.
Camilla said, "I'll bet that you didn't know that little miss Sarah here is an accomplished pussy lapper and clit licker-or did you?"
Camilla stared thoughtfully at Marie. After a moment, she answered her own question. "No, you wouldn't know. You're one of that brainwashed herd of religious sheep. I've never known you to skip a session of Sunday services. No., I'm sure that you've never had Sarah's sweet tongue inside your virgin's pussy."
Camilla stroked her chin. "Hmmm ... Come to think of it, perhaps it's time that I remedied that oversight."
Marie said fearfully, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm not going to do anything. Sarah is. She's going to eat your little pussy, Marie."
Camilla pulled Sarah off the bed, and threw Marie on to it. "Open your legs, cunt! Open them!"
Marie spread her legs wide, so that her heels were resting in the corners of the foot of the bed.
Camilla gave Sarah's rope leash a pull. "Get on that bed, and get your tongue into Marie's pussy! Move!"
Sarah climbed on the bed. Like Marie, she was stiff and sore and had to move slowly.
Sarah said, "I'm sorry, Marie. Please forgive me."
"That's all right, Sarah," Marie said, tears brimming out of her eyes. "Do what you have to do. I understand."
"Well, isn't that nice?" Camilla said sarcastically. She pushed Sarah's face into Marie's pussy. "Get to work, before I get to work on you!"
Sarah dipped her tongue between Marie's cunt lips. She licked the inside of them, found Marie's clitoris, and began to tongue it.
Camilla stood over them with her arms folded across her chest. Sarah's braids brushed across Marie's thighs and belly as her head bobbed back and forth.
Against her will, Marie became sexually stimulated by the feeling of the hot, wet tongue pressing against the pearly button of flesh that was her clitoris.
Sarah licked and lapped and slurped. Marie's lips parted. A low, moaning groan of arousal involuntarily issued from her mouth.
When she realized what she had done, Marie was profoundly shocked. Her face burned bright red with shame.
Camilla said, "So! Our saintly little virgin likes to have her clit licked, just like anyone else! I expected that to happen!"
She pulled Sarah's head up from Marie's pussy. Sarah's face was wet and shiny with her own saliva and Marie's pussy juices.
"That's enough, slut," Camilla said. "I wouldn't want you girls to enjoy yourself too much. That's not what you're here for."
Sarah asked, "What are you going to do to us?"
"You'll find out," Camilla chuckled. "Oh, how you'll find out!"
Camilla took hold of the rope leashes, so that there was one in each hand. "Don't feel too smug about Sarah eating your pussy, Marie. You'll have the chance to return the favor before too long."
Camilla kicked and prodded the girls. The trio exited the room, descended the stairs, and went into the parlor where Anton Baranco was waiting.
"June!" Sarah gasped.
Baranco was sitting in a chair. His pants were down around his ankles. His stiffly erect cock was rising up in a fleshy column.
June knelt at his feet. She was nude. Her face was in Baranco's lap, and her pouting lips were wrapped around his cock.
Baranco said, "I'll be with you little ladies in just one minute."
He gripped June's twin ponytails and lifted her head up so that his hard, red cock dropped out of her mouth.
He stood up. The head of his cock loomed only an inch from June's face. He took hold of his engorged member and gave it a few rapid strokes.
Semen jetted out of the head. It spewed all over June's face.
June sputtered and groaned with disgust.
Baranco stuffed his cock in his trousers and buttoned them shut. "Thank you, Miss June. That was delightful."
June hung her head in humiliation. Since her hands were tied, she was unable to wipe Baranco's come off her face. It dripped down her nose and chin and spattered on the carpet.
Baranco said, "Since you're June's roommate, Sarah, and since I'm told that you're such good friends, I'm sure that you'll have no objection to licking her clean."
With a heart-rending cry, Sarah moaned, "Oh, June!"
"Sarah!"
Baranco said dryly, "Tins is hardly the occasion for a tearful reunion, girls. However, I can promise you that there will be tears and screams a-plenty if you don't do exactly what I say. Now, Sarah, lick your little friend clean."
Sarah stuck out her tongue and touched it to June's face. Shuddering with revulsion, she lapped Baranco's come off of June.
Camilla stood behind Marie, who was watching the tableau with fascinated horror. Camilla put one hand on Marie's small breast, and the other one in her pussy. The room was still and hushed. There was the soft sound of Sarah lapping the come off of June's face, and the quavering moans of Marie as Camilla groped her breasts and her tender pussy.
When June's face was finally licked clean, Baranco stood up. He told Camilla to bring Marie over to him.
Camilla forced Marie to her knees at Baranco's feet. Now all three girls knelt in a line before him.
He said, "Bow to your master, bitches."
Camilla waded into them, kicking and shoving the teenagers until all three of them had their foreheads pressed to the carpet in a sign of submission to Baranco.
"Thank you for your spontaneous gestures of adoration," Baranco said. "You may lift your heads up now."
When they had done so, he said, "As you may have gathered, there has been a change in the nature of this establishment."
He paused. "The name of this place is no longer Miss Freemont's School for Girls. It is now Anton Baranco's School for Young Harlots."
He squeezed his cock through his pants. "You young ladies are my first, but not my last pupils. To me, you are less than slaves. You are total and absolute zeros-meaningless nullities who exist only to be molded by my will."
"Camilla is the new head mistress. She will instruct you and monitor your progress. She is authorized to discipline, torment, and correct your behavior when you fail to please."
"Your actions will be relentlessly scrutinized. The slightest hestitation in carrying out the commands of Camilla and myself will result in painful punishment."
"Your actions will be observed, and you will be given demerits when you fail to obey-or fail to please. The more demerits you . accumulate, the harsher your punishments will be."
"There can be no questions on your part, since, to my mind, you do not really exist, except as extensions of my will. I can not promise you pleasure, for your way will be a hard and exacting one. But I can guarantee you that screaming pain will be your lot if you should be so stupid as to defy me."
"Periodically, I will be testing you, to see how your training is progressing. I have a number of amusing entertainments that I wish to try out on you."
"In closing, let me remind you to obey. Obedience, instant, total, and unquestioning obedience, is the only thing that can save you from a great deal of pain."
Camilla said, "Now that I've retired as chief, cook, and bottle washer, there are a number of rather unpleasant tasks to be done. I'm sure that none of you spoiled brats has ever had to do any real work in your lives. I intend to remedy that lack in your education starting right this morning."
And remedy it she did. With the cold fury of a stern task mistress, Camilla put the nude girls to work doing some of the dirtiest jobs in the house.
She made Marie and Sarah scrub the kitchen floor clean-with toothbrushes.
Both girls were naked. Rope hobbles were attached to their ankles, so they couldn't run and try to escape.
Their hands were tied in front of them with eighteen-inch lengths of stout rope. Camilla stood over them, watching them with a keen eye, and never leaving them alone for a second.
The girls hunched on the tiled floor on their hands and knees. Galvanized buckets filled with soapy water were placed by them.
Their dangling breasts jiggled from side to side as they scoured tile after tile with the toothbrushes.
Soon their splendid adolescent bodies were covered with sweat. Their hair was plastered down to their perspiring faces.
An even more degrading task awaited June. She was forced to clean out the bathroom which was adjacent to the kitchen.
It was rarely used, and was filthy with years of accumulated grime and dirt. June was bound and hobbled like the others, and given a pail of soapy water and a toothbrush.
An hour later, Anton Baranco and Camilla exchanged places. He kept Marie and Sarah under observation, while she went to see how June was progressing with the bathroom.
Thinking that Baranco wasn't paying attention, Marie muttered out of the corner of her mouth, "This is insane. We've got to escape from these sadistic maniacs."
But Baranco was on the case. "No talking out of turn, Marie! I'll have to give you a demerit!"
He took a piece of paper and wrote the words, "Bad Girl Chit" on it. He rolled the paper into a tube, parted Marie's buttocks, and stuck the paper into her anus.
Camilla emerged from the bathroom. "I've never seen that little bitch June work so hard!"
Baranco said, "I'm afraid that there has been some naughtiness here. Marie has a message for you."
Camilla took the paper tube out of Marie's ass, unrolled it, and examined it. She scowled when she read the words printed on it.
Camilla picked up a ruler and tapped it ominously against her palm. "I knew that I was going to have trouble with you, Marie. But I'm determined to nip it in the bud. Stand up.
Marie put down her toothbrush and tremblingly rose to her feet.
Sarah stopped brushing, and waited to see what would happen.
Camilla said, "I'm going to have to beat you, Marie. I'm going to have to spank your ass, and your little titties, too!"
"No! Please, no!" Marie begged. "I'm sorry that I talked, and I won't do it again, I promise!"
"It's a little late for you to think of that," Camilla said grimly.
Baranco came up behind Marie and grabbed her, pinning her arms to her sides. His groin pressed against her quivering buns.
Camilla hefted the ruler. Marie screamed, "No! Please, no!"
Camilla slammed the flat of the ruler down on Marie's budding breasts. The slender teen shrieked in anguish.
The ruler had left a long, rectangular imprint on the girl's soft white breasts. The mark was a fiery red.
Camilla brought the ruler down again and again. Marie writhed in Baranco's arms. His cock hardened from the effect of her soft buttocks rubbing against his cock.
Marie screamingly begged for mercy, but Camilla ignored her hysterical cries. Again and again the ruthless ruler smacked down on the girl's nakedly vulnerable breasts, beating them red and raw.
Sarah looked away, sickened by the spectacle.
Fear-ridden June peeped her head out around the corner of the bathroom doorway to see what was happening.
Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open in slack-jawed astonishment at the revolting scene.
Marie thought that it would never end. After a while, she stopped struggling and just went limp in Baranco's arms.
Camilla beat her breasts until they were scarlet in color, and marked with angry welts.
She did not stop until Marie's tender flesh had been so brutalized that she was too numb to feel the pain anymore.
Camilla's arm was sore and tired from the strain when she finally lowered the ruler. Sarah sobbed, and June was in hysterics.
Camilla's broad bosom rose and fell as she panted for breath. Her nipples were hard, and jutted against the latex cups of her bra.
Camilla reached inside her panties and stroked her pulsing clitoris. Her body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration that made it shine with curving bars of reflected light.
Marie slumped in Baranco's arms. He effortlessly held her so that her feet dangled clear of the floor.
Camilla said, "Lay her face down on the table, Anton! My job is only half-done! I've still got to beat her ass!"
And she did.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That afternoon, Anton Baranco nailed a pair of hooks to the bathroom door. He had constructed them so that a stout wooden plank would fit horizontally across them.
When this plank was placed snugly inside the hooks, it served as a bar which would block the bathroom door, rendering it impossible for it to be opened from inside the bathroom.
The bathroom was tiny. It had concrete walls, a stained toilet, a sink, and no windows.
Baranco took some mattresses and dragged them into the bathroom. He laid them out on the floor.
Then he and Camilla herded June, Marie, and Sarah into the bathroom.
Camilla tossed in a few blankets. "Have fun, girls. Anton and I don't mind if you suck each other's little pussies while you're locked inside. You might as well do that, because you'll be getting lots of practice at it."
She slammed the door shut, drowning out the cries of the teenagers.
Marie was in sad shape. Her flesh was red and welted from her collarbone to the undersides of her breasts.
Her bottom had been similarly abused, and was bright red from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs.
She crawled into a corner and curled up on her side. She whimpered softly. Sarah covered her with a blanket and smoothed the hair from her face.
June and Sarah wrapped themselves up in the blankets. They held each other close and cried.
Camilla threw a dark robe over her kinky outfit and went into Miss Freemont's room with her afternoon dose of drugged milk.
Agatha Freemont looked up at Camilla. The old woman's eyes were dull and glazed and heavy-lidded.
She moaned, "I don't feel ... at all well."
Camilla said, "I'm afraid that you've taken ill, Miss Freemont. But don't worry. I'll have you up and around in no time."
Camilla propped up the pillows under the old lady's back so that she was sitting up in bed.
Camilla said, "I brought you something to bolster your strength. It's a nice glass of warm milk."
Agatha Freemont made a face. "Don't want it."
"It's very important that you take some nourishment."
Camilla lifted the cup to Agatha Freemont's lips. "Come on, now, Miss Freemont, drink up. It's good for you."
"I am a bit thirsty."
"Of course you are, dear. Here we go."
Agatha Freemont opened her mouth. An odor of bad breath wafted out. Camilla wrinkled her nostrils, but otherwise managed to hide her disgust.
Camilla tilted the cup. In her eagerness to get the drugged milk into the old woman, she tilted the cup too much.
Some of the milk dribbled down Agatha Freemont's chin.
She choked and sputtered. "Stop it! What are you trying to do, drown me?"
"I'm terribly sorry, Miss Freemont."
The old woman's Up curled. "That milk tastes bitter! I think it's spoiled!"
"Oh, no, Miss Freemont. It's right as rain."
"I tell you, it tastes funny! I don't like it!"
"Of course, of course," Camilla murmured soothingly. "Now you just lay back and get some rest."
"I don't want to rest!"
Camilla gently but firmly pushed the old woman down. Agatha Freemont sputtered in outrage.
In less than a minute, the drug took effect. Her protests grew weaker and weaker, and finally droned off into inaudibility. Soon she was snoring.
Camilla looked down at her and sneered hatefully. "I hope you choke, you old crow!"
She left the room. Baranco was sitting in an easy chair in the recreation room on the first floor. He was watching television.
Camilla said, "Any news?"
"About me, you mean? Yes, there has been some. Witnesses have reported seeing me as far north as Portland, Maine; as far west as Ohio, and as far south as Knoxville, Tennessee."
"Idiots," Camilla muttered.
"I can use all the help that I can get," Baranco said. "The police seek me here, the police seek me there, the police seek me everywhere. But where am I? Right under their noses."
Camilla shrugged off her robe. "The old harridan is getting to be a problem."
"Clarify."
"I think she's getting wise."
"Nonsense," Baranco. said.
Camilla shrugged. "You don't know her like I do. She may be old, but she's sharp as a tack."
"Somehow the thought of an outraged sixty-five year old woman who looks like a good stiff wind would blow her away fails to intimidate me."
"I'm just passing the information on to you," Camilla said. "Agatha doesn't want to drink her milk anymore."
"Put the drug in her tea, then. Or her beef broth. Or force feed her with an eye dropper, for all I care."
"Suit yourself. You're running the show."
"That's right," Baranco said, "and don't you ever forget it."
He stood up, yawned, stretched. He scratched his groin. "You gave little miss Marie a beating she won't soon forget."
"I'll say. Her ass and tits were as red as could be." Camilla sank down into a chair.
"How long are you going to let her remain a virgin?"
"Not long," Baranco chuckled. "Not long. And don't forget-all three girls are virginsin their asses."
"We can fix that."
"We can indeed. Do you still have your dildos?" Baranco asked.
"Yes, and I'm dying to use them."
"I could use some amusement myself. I'm beginning to get frightfully bored."
"Anton?"
"Yes?"
"What are we going to do with the girls?"
"Sell them to the highest bidder," he said. "I've already contacted Gorgon by phone."
"I didn't know that he was out of jail."
"He is. Believe it or not, he actually got paroled."
Camilla and Baranco had a big laugh over the thought of a parole board being so stupid as to think that Gorgon had been rehabilitated enough to be let loose on society.
Baranco said, "He'll be here sometime tonight. In the meantime, however, I suggest that we amuse ourselves with one of our playmates."
"Which one?"
"I'll leave the choice up to you."
"I suppose that you're saving the virgin pussy for yourself," Camilla said, a note of resentment creeping into her voice.
"In that assumption you are correct."
"Let's do June," Camilla suggested. "Ever since she came to this school, I've wanted to teach that spoiled bitch a lesson."
"Now's your chance," Baranco said. "Dress her up a little bit before you bring her to me. It will lull her suspicions."
"All right."
Camilla exited the room. Baranco leaned back in his chair and began to play with his penis. He stared at the ceiling and stroked his cock until it was hard.
Camilla returned ten minutes later with June in tow. She had dressed the girl in a pair of white satin panties, beige knee socks, and white sneakers.
Baranco got up out of his chair. "June, my dear, how nice of you to join us! So glad that you could make it to the party."
Camilla said, "June and Sarah were holding each other so close that I practically had to use a crowbar to pry them apart."
"Well, June, I hope that you won't find our company too dull," Baranco said. "We'll do our best to keep you entertained."
June whimpered, "You're not going to hurt me again, are you?"
"Not at all, not at all," Baranco said quickly. "At least, not too much. You look a bit shaky, June. Perhaps you should he down."
Baranco had Camilla bring the girl to a nearby desk. Camilla pushed June forward, so the teenager was forced to bend from the waist.
June's feet remained solidly planted on the floor. From the waist up, her upper body was pressed against the desk top.
June's breasts flattened as they pressed against the cool, smoothly polished wood surface. She shivered and mumbled something to herself.
Baranco went to the other side of the desk. He gripped June's hands and pulled them forward, so that the girl's arms were extended past her head.
Baranco threw a rope loop around June's wrists and pulled it tight. He tied the free end of the rope to the desk leg.
He pulled the rope, testing the knots. They were tied tight and secure.
He said, "I think that we can begin the afternoon's entertainment."
Camilla went to her bag of devices. She rummaged around in the bag, searching for the implement that she would use on June.
She found it, and pulled it out of the bag. "I've got a lovely little toy for you, Junie, dear."
Camilla showed the girl the device. June gasped in horror when she saw it.
It was a long, leather-covered dildo, with a fat, swollen head. Under the head was a sinister ring of gleaming metal spikes.
June screamed, "What are you going to do with that thing?!"
"Rape your little pussy, darling," Camilla said. "That is, if it's all right with you."
Camilla pulled down June's panties. The girl kicked and thrashed, but the ropes holding her prisoner were strong ones.
There was no escape.
"No, no, no!" June screamed.
June's white satin panties dropped down to her knees. Camilla put her hand on the girl's arched, rounded buttocks.
June shrieked as the head of the dildo prodded her soft, tender pussy lips.
Camilla said, "Open your legs, my pet."
She shoved the dildo between the girl's legs. The spikes raked the soft flesh of June's inner thighs, leaving bloody scratches.
June's shrieks heightened to a crescendo. Camilla jammed the dildo head inside the girl.
June bucked and writhed. Baranco put his hand on her head and pressed it against the table.
June's screams reached new peaks of agony as the metal spikes ripped against her labia.
She pulled and twisted against the ropes so hard that they cut into the flesh of her wrists, drawing blood.
Blood dripped from her abused cunt lips. It spattered down in red, sparkling drops that stained the white panties.
Camilla shoved the dijdo further in. June screamed once more, and fainted dead away.
Baranco said disappointedly, "You might as well stop, my love. She can't feel what you're doing."
Camilla pulled the dildo out of the girl. Blood stained the leather and the pitiless spikes.
She said, "I should have known that bitch would find some way to spoil my fun!"
"Ah well," Baranco sighed, "one must be philosophical about life's little setbacks."
"That's easy for you to say," Camilla snarled.
"Perhaps it's just as well that you've stopped. We won't be able to use the little bitch if you rip her up too much."
Camilla threw the dildo across the room. She was furious at being cheated of her pleasure.
Baranco said, "I think I know how to wake the girl up."
He opened his fly, and took out his cock. He gripped it firmly right below the head, and pointed it at June's face.
A golden stream of urine spurted out from the head of his member. It splashed on June's face.
She returned to the horror of consciousness. The first thing that she saw was Baranco's cock looming in front of her, spraying her.
But at least that was more endurable than the spiked humiliation. As terrified as June was, she knew that degradation was better than screaming pain.
The last drops of urine dribbled out of Baranco's member. His cock was firm and hard. He walked around behind June.
He said, "Open your legs, darling. Open them nice and wide-unless you'd care to have a repeat performance with the dildo."
She didn't have to be told twice. She spread her legs wide.
Baranco poked his finger against her anus. Her buttocks pressed against his finger, covering it.
He parted her buttocks. "It's refreshing that in these days of loose and uninhibited morality, a young girl can still be virginal in at least one part of her body."
In a small, childish voice, June said, "What are you going to do to me?"
"Use your imagination, child. Obviously you are not a virgin in your pussy, which at any rate is rather bloodier than I prefer. I have come inside your mouth, so you can't be a virgin there. What does that leave us with?"
June shuddered. "Oh, no! You can't mean it-you're not going to fuck me back there!"
"Ah, I see that you have figured out that part of your anatomy that I was referring to. Of course, I am going to fuck you in your ass, my dear."
Baranco parted her buttocks, exposing her crack. June's anus was a tiny brown rosebud of puckered flesh.
She moaned as he poked the swollen head of his cock against her tight anal opening. Her anus resisted the intrusion of the fleshy invader.
Baranco held his cock and shoved his hips forward. The wedge-shaped head of his cock slowly but surely forced its way inside her.
Baranco threw back his head and gasped with the sweet pleasure of his forbidden lust.
June was moaning and crying. Suddenly her moans rose to a piercing shriek as she herself was pierced.
The cock head forced its way past the irritatingly tight sphincter muscle.
Baranco held June's hips and pressed them against the side of the desk.
Her scream diminished to a gurgling gasp as he penetrated her fully and deeply. Her face creased in a strained expression of agony.
Baranco shoved his hips back and forth, back and forth. His member pushed in and out of her clutching anal opening.
On the withdrawal stroke of the cycle, he would pull his cock back so that only the head of it remained inside the teenager.
Then, digging his toes into the floor for a better purchase, he would tlirust forward on the penetration part of the cycle, and shove his cock deep into her.
His vicious assault cracked and split June's rectum. The girl panted and groaned, her buttocks wriggling as though they were being lashed with hot wires.
Her bound hands gripped the edge of the desk. She held on to it like a drowning man holding on to a rope that has been thrown from shore.
Baranco thrust deep inside her. June screamed. His cock vibrated, and come spewed out inside her.
Baranco grunted, "Unghhhh! Unghhhh!"
His expression was that of a demon in human flesh.
His eyes became heavy-lidded at the moment of orgasm. The eyelids fluttered and nearly closed. They were filmed over by a dull covering.
Camilla knelt behind Anton Baranco. She parted his buttocks and circled the rim of his anus with her tongue.
His cock quivered as more semen was squeezed out of his hairy, swollen balls.
Camilla thrust her tongue deep inside his anus. He clenched his buttocks and writhed with delight.
His writhings worked his cock back and forth inside June. At least now she was somewhat lubricated inside.
This caused his cock to move inside her with less difficulty. That was scant consolation for the ravished teen, however.
Baranco pulled his cock out of her. There was a loud, liquid, popping sound as his cock head came free of her anus.
His cock was greased and oiled with semen. It was mottled with traces of blood, and fecal matter.
Dizzy with psychotic ecstasy, he lurched around to the front of the desk. June's face was buried in her arms.
He yanked her head up. "Suck my cock clean, you cunt."
Her eyes were dull with pain. Her mouth lolled open. Saliva dribbled down her chin.
Baranco shoved his cock inside her mouth. Camilla stood behind her and clutched a handful of her pubic hairs.
Camilla yanked on the hairs. June's head lifted up off the table. The muscles in her neck were taut and corded.
Baranco swirled his cock around inside her mouth. June's puffy, battered lips puckered and began sucking on the member.
She licked his cock clean. He removed it from her mouth.
June passed out.
"Take her away," Baranco said, "and bring on the next victim."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sun sank below the western horizon. Twilight fell. No stars twinkled in the night sky. The low-hanging clouds blotted out the heavens.
Miles away from the Freemont school, a late-model black sedan exited the highway and pulled into a food-fuel stop.
The man called Gorgon got out of the car.
He looked like death warmed over. His face was hollow-cheeked, and pitted with acne scars. His eyes were like chips of broken glass.
He had been many things in his life-rapist, child molester, sadist, dope pusher, leg breaker, killer.
But when all was said and done, he was above all an opportunist.
He walked across the wet pavement to a glass phone booth. He stepped inside and closed the door.
He took the phone off the hook, heard the reassuring dial tone, and dropped a dime into the coin slot.
He dialed his number. The phone rang about ten times before being answered.
At the other end of the line, Camilla said, "Hello?"
"This is Gorgon. Let me speak to the Man."
There was a long pause. After a moment, Anton Baranco came to the phone. He said, "Talk to me."
Gorgon said, "I've got a couple of hot leads for you."
"Clarify."
"One of them's the representative of an Arab oil shiek. Another one is the agent for the biggest chain of whorehouses in Tiajuana."
"That sounds promising," Baranco said.
"You bet it's promising. And they're all very interested in the, er, merchandise that you're selling."
"I have three very fine items to offer," Baranco said. "They are only slightly used. Clean them up, and they'll be as good as new."
In the background, Gorgon heard a faint scream coming from Baranco's end of the line.
Gorgon said, "What's that?"
Baranco chuckled dryly. "Nothing, nothing."
"Sounded like a scream."
"You don't say." Baranco couldn't have sounded more bored.
Gorgon said, "Anyway, these buying agents want a look at the merchandise. Are you going to be at that address you gave me?"
"I'll be here. I'm having so much fun that I couldn't think of leaving."
Another scream sounded in the background.
"Yeah, sure," Gorgon said. "Anything you say. But you'll be there, right?"
"Correct."
"Crazy. Hang tight, baby."
"I am not your's or anyone else's baby. Never forget that."
"Right, right. No offense. I'll get back to you later, okay?"
"Do so," Baranco said, and hung up.
Gorgon stared at the receiver. He muttered, "Crazy motherfucker."
He dropped another dime in the coin slot, and dialed another number. This time the phone-was picked up on the second ring.
An alert voice said, "Sergeant Heckel, State Police."
Gorgon said, "Hey, is that reward still good on Anton Baranco?"
"Who is this?" Heckel's voice was instantly alert.
"Grandma Moses," Gorgon said. "What is this, a gag?"
"No. It's a public-spirited citizen who wants to know if that ten grand reward for information leading to the arrest of Baranco is still good."
"You're god-damned right it's good," Heckel growled.
"All right. Maybe we can do business," Gorgon began.
At that same time, some miles away, and totally unaware of the events taking place around him, Anton Baranco was preparing for his next victim.
Actually, his next victim was already prepared. Camilla had seen to that.
The only preparation that Baranco needed was a stiff cock. He had that. It was stiff and ready for action and throbbingly erect.
He and Camilla were in the small gym which was located in the basement level of the Freemont School for Girls.
His victim was there, too.
It was Marie. She was naked.
She was perched on a support beam which was used for gymnastics. The apparatus consisted of a waist-high, vertical support beam with a vertical cross-piece welded to it.
Marie was perched on that cross piece. Her buttocks rested on thee horizontal bar.
Her legs were folded, and spread open, exposing her pussy to assault. Her anus was stretched open, and was equally vulnerable.
Her hands were tied behind her back to the horizontal bar. Ropes were attached to the ankle of each leg, and tied to her thighs in such a manner that her legs were kept folded.
One of Camilla's diabolical bondage devices was attached to her. Part of it was a thick leather collar which was fastened around her neck.
Hanging down from her neck was a length of chain. At the end of the chain was a pair of iron calipers.
THE ENDs of the calipers were attached to the lips of the teenager's virgin pussy. The calipers were adjusted to their maximum width, and the labia were stretched wide open, showing the seashell pink of the inside of her pussy.
Anton Baranco was naked. He chuckled throatily. Camilla was wearing her costume of domination. Her finger was stuck inside Baranco's ass.
Baranco said, "I haven't had a virgin pussy for so long, I almost began to believe that they didn't exist. That they were mythical, like unicorns."
He moved toward Marie. She closed her eyes and shivered with terror.
Baranco said, "The unicorn is a legendary beast, a horse with a horn in its head. They're supposedly attracted to virgins."
He giggled. "I'm not a horse, but some have called me a beast. And I do have a horn, as you would plainly see if your eyes were opened. It's not in my head, though."
He giggled again and took hold of his cock and gave it a little shake.
"Come, come, Marie. You shouldn't be such an ungrateful child. You should be thankful that I took you out of that nasty bathroom cell."
Marie shivered.
"Are you cold, dear?" Baranco asked with mock solicitude. "Don't worry. I'll warm you up. I'll, er, get the blood flowing, ha ha."
Camilla took her finger out of his ass and licked it. Baranco told her, "You'd better stand behind Marie and brace her. I wouldn't want her to fall ass over tea kettle."
Camilla took up a position behind Marie. She took off her black latex bra, and her breasts tumbled free.
Camilla moved closer to the girl. Her nipples brushed Marie's back. The contact with the teenager's soft flesh caused Camilla's nipples to harden.
Camilla reached around to Marie's front and grasped her breasts. She put her lips next to Marie's ear and stuck her tongue in it.
Marie groaned.
Camilla pinched Marie's pink nipples until they were stiff and red. She said, "We're ready whenever you are, Anton."
He stroked his pulsing cock. "I couldn't be more ready."
He moved up close to Marie. She opened her eyes and stared down numbly at his cock, which was poised only a few inches from her tender slit.
He placed his cock head against the soft, sleek, slippery membrane. Marie started to cry.
Baranco shoved his hips forward. His wedge-shaped cock head penetrated her only a small bit before bumping against the girl's maidenhead.
Marie cried out in pain.
"Ah," Baranco said, "suddenly it has all become real to you, eh?"
He thrust forward. The maidenhead yielded to the pressure, but did not break. Marie opened her mouth and shrieked.
Baranco spread his feet, gripped the girl's thighs, and tried again.
He rammed his hips forward. His cock head bumped against the resistant membrane. It held against him for a second.
Suddenly, there was an abrupt tearing, and the maidenhead gave way.
The formerly intact membrane was sundered and ripped into bloody shreds of tissue as Baranco's cock shoved all obstacles aside.
For the first time in her young life, Marie's pussy was penetrated by a male sexual organ. The circumstances could not have been uglier.
Baranco rammed his cock deep into her. Marie screamed again. Camilla had to grip her tightly to keep her from falling over.
The teenager's body convulsed with pain. Baranco thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. Camilla was so excited that she lost control and sank her teeth into the girl's shoulder.
Marie's eyes were wide and staring. Baranco's contorted face leered sadistically at her. White froth bubbled around his lips, causing him to resemble a rabid dog.
The deed was done. Marie was a virgin no more ... at least, not in her pussy.
All that remained for Baranco to do was to inflict the final indignity of shooting his semen inside her.
After a few minutes of frenzied fucking, he did exactly that.
Semen jetted out of his cock. It gushed inside Marie. She called on God to save her and strike this devil of a man and his devil woman dead on the spot.
God, as always, failed to reply.
Baranco pulled his cock out of Marie. She was shaken and hysterical. Blood trickled out of her ruptured membrane and flowed down the crack of her ass.
Baranco's cock was still erect. And Marie's asshole was open and ready and waiting for him.
He touched the head of his member to her anus. Marie reacted as though he had zapped her with a live electrode.
She begged him not to do it to her. But the hysterical pleas of innocent victims only served to inflame the senses and the perverted desires of monsters like Anton Baranco.
His cock was wet and slimy with semen. That was the only help that Marie received. It helped to make the rape of her ass perhaps a little less painful.
As he forced his cock into her puckered brown-ringed anus, Marie whipped her head from side to side.
She babbled meaningless phrases, broken prayers, unintelligible fragments.
Baranco shoved his cock head past Marie's tightly gripping sphincter. Her pussy had been a delight, but her ass was even better.
It was tight and hot and creamy. His member rubbed against the ultra-sensitive membranes of her anus.
Marie felt like she was trying to shit a lead pipe.
Baranco buried much of the length of his shaft inside her. The girl screamed as her rectum was split.
That made it easier for him to penetrate her. His cock head knocked against the opening of her bowels.
Marie's eyes rolled up in her head so that only the whites of them showed. She looked as insane as any of the female inmates hospitalized in Graymoor.
Baranco thrust back and forth. Drool dribbled out of the corner of his mouth and down his chin. His eyes were like red coals.
Camilla brutally pinched and twisted Marie's breasts. The flesh was marked with dozens of ugly purple and brown bruises.
Since he had already come inside her pussy, a great deal of the urgency was taken away from him. Baranco could take his time and savor every quivering moment of the girl's second defloration.
Finally, he came inside her. Marie threw back her head and gave a bizarre shrieking howl that sounded like a pain-maddened animal.
She shuddered. Her head tilted to one side. Her eyes were as empty and vacant as a cloudless sky.
Baranco withdrew his cock from her ass. His member was red and pliant, as' though it was made of rubber.
It dangled against his thigh. The demonic lines of his face were momentarily softened by the intensity of the dual orgasms which had rocked him.
He lurched, staggered, then put out a hand against the wall to steady himself. He said, "You can take her off the post. I'm through with her-for now."
Camilla's eyes glittered with blood lust. "What was it like, taking her cherry?"
"Sweet," Baranco said.
Camilla said, "I'd better take the calipers out of her pussy lips. If she tries to straighten up, the calipers will tear her cunt up because the chain is so short."
She used the ball of her thumb to turn the tiny roller wheel which adjusted the width of the calipers.
The metal prongs closed in. Camilla eased the pointed tips out of Marie's cunt lips. The metal points were bright with blood.
Camilla took a knife and sliced open the ropes binding Marie. Then she and Baranco lowered the girl to the padded mat on the floor.
Marie groaned. She lay on her side and hugged her belly. She sobbed, "What have you done to me? What have you done to me?"
"I fucked you in your cunt and in your ass, you silly bitch," Baranco said, "and I loved every minute of it, too. If my cock was hard, I'd fuck you again."
Camilla said rather smugly, "I don't need to wait to get hard. I'm always ready for action."
"You can say that again," Baranco agreed.
"I could use some right now."
"Do you want her to eat your pussy?"
"Yes, of course," Camilla said, "but she can start by kissing my ass."
Baranco said to Marie, "You heard the lady. Get to it."
Marie rolled on to her belly. She put her hands flat on the matt. With a great deal of effort, she managed to raise her upper body.
With infinite slowness, she managed to force herself into a kneeling position. "Oh, I hurt so much inside."
"That's because it was your first time," Baranco pointed out. "The next time I do it to you, it won't hurt quite as much."
"Although you'll do your best to see that it does," Camilla said.
She turned her back to Marie. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her black latex panties, and pulled them down to her thighs.
She spread her legs so that they were shoulder width apart. Looking over her shoulder, she grabbed a handful of Marie's hair.
She pulled Marie's face against her bottom! cheeks. "Kiss my ass, bitch. Cover it-with your soft, loving kisses."
Marie pressed her pink lips against Camilla's bottom. She made wet smooching sounds as she kissed the plump buttocks.
Camilla parted her bottom cheeks and held them open. "Kiss my crack. Kiss my hole."
Marie was beyond disgust and repulsion. She pursed her lips and pressed them against Camilla's brown rosebud of flesh.
Camilla said, "That's very sweet, cunt, but I want some action! Stick your tongue inside me!"
Marie obeyed. Her pink, wet tongue darted out from between her lips and touched Camilla's anus.
Camilla commanded, "Deeper! Stick it inside my ass, and work it around in there!"
Marie forced her tongue inside Camilla. She thrust it in and out of her. Camilla's face glowed with savage pleasure.
Camilla let the girl tongue her for a few minutes. While Marie orally serviced her anus, Camilla cupped her lush breasts and pinched the nipples.
When she was hot and excited, she turned around and faced the teenaged girl. Her pubic bush brushed against Marie's face.
Camilla said, "Now, eat my pussy, you little bitch, and do it good, or I'll peel the flesh off your body!"
Marie thrust her tongue between Camilla's cunt lips. She tried to do to the buxom Amazon what Sarah had done to her when Camilla had forced her to go down on Marie earlier that day.
Camilla grinned evilly. She thrust her hips forward and ground her cunt against Marie's mouth.
Camilla said, "Lick it! Work that tongue around! Faster, bitch! Faster and harder!"
Marie would have done anything to escape the brutalizing pain of penetration by a penis. She did her best to tongue Camilla to orgasm, and her best was good enough.
Camilla shuddered with ecstasy. Marie wept with shame and humiliation.
CHAPTER NINE
Gorgon sat in a back booth in the Howard Johnson off of Route 95. He looked like a corpse which had climbed off a slab in the county morgue, put on a baggy suit, and shambled off to join the living.
His flesh resembled too-old meat under the fluorescent lights. He was drinking tea with plenty of milk and heaps of sugar.
He was dunking a piece of pound cake into the tea. The yellow cake got saturated and broke off and fell into the tea cup.
Gorgon said, "Oh, shit."
He wasn't referring to the mishap with the cake. He was referring to the pair of cops who had just entered the restaurant and were homing in on him with that uncanny cop radar that can always spot the wrongo in the crowd.
The two cops closed in on his table and loomed over him. One of the cops was tall and red-faced. The other was beefy and red-necked.
The red-faced cop said, "I'm Heckel. You wouldn't happen to be named Grandma Moses, would you?"
Gorgon snickered. "Naw. I'm Little Red Riding Hood."
The beefy cop snarled, "Cut the comedy, punk."
Heckel looked tired. "Are you the guy who called in with the tip on Baranco?"
"Could be," Gorgon said cagily. "Depends on what's in it for me."
Heckel said, "Let's take a walk."
"I like it here."
The beefy cop said, "You can walk out of here, or we can carry you out of here."
Gorgon sipped some tea. "If he's Heckel, then you must be Jekyll. Heckel and Jeckel, get it?"
The beefy cop reached across the table and grabbed a fistful of Gorgon's shirt. A salt shaker fell to the floor. Nearby patrons turned around to watch the incident.
Gorgon whined, "Hey, take it easy! You don't have to get physical!"
"Let's go, punk."
Gorgon pushed back his chair and stood up. "Sure, sure, anything you say, fellas. Only lighten up. You don't have to get physical!"
The cops escorted Gorgon out to the rear of the parking lot. Heckel said, "Okay, Grandma, give-where's Baranco?"
Gorgon said, "If I finger him for you, am I in line for that ten grand?"
The beefy cop said, "You're in line for a stay in the intensive care ward if you don't start talking."
Heckel added, "And if Baranco perpetrates a crime, you're in line for a charge as an accomplice."
"Okay, okay!" Gorgon howled. "I'll talk! Only don't get physical!"
At the same time, back at the Freemont School for Girls, Camilla was bringing Agatha Freemont her evening dose of the drug. This time it was mixed into a bowl of tomato soup.
Camilla had put on a simple shift over her bra and latex panties. She was resentful of the fact that she had to put on the garb of a servant, when she was really a master.
But, she arranged her features into a mask of cheerfulness, and brought the soup into Agatha Freemont's room.
Agatha Freemont was sitting up in bed. "Oh, it's you, Camilla. What have you brought me this time, dear?"
"A bit of soup. How are you feeling this evening?"
"Tired. Very tired." The frail old woman managed a weak smile.
Camilla set the tray down on Agatha's lap. Agatha said, "Would you get me my reading glasses, please? They're over on the bureau."
"Of course I will, Miss Freemont."
Camilla turned her back to the old woman and crossed the room.
Quick as a flash, Agatha lifted the soup bowl and poured off some of it under the bed.
She returned the bowl to the tray. She raised the empty soup spoon to her lips. Camilla was still searching through the bric-a-brac on the bureau.
Camilla turned around. "I'm sorry, but I can't seem to find it."
Agatha Freemont yawned and rubbed her eyes. "It doesn't matter. I suddenly feel very tired. Too tired to read."
"How's your soup?"
"I don't know why, but everything seems to taste bitter to me lately." Agatha smiled weakly. "I suppose that I'm getting old."
"Nonsense!"
"No, it's true. I feel like taking a nap right now ... Please don't mind ... me."
The old woman's eyes closed. She leaned her head to the side and breathed heavily.
Camilla smiled with satisfaction. She took the tray off of Agatha's lap. She was pleased to see that Agatha had taken quite a bit of the soup.
Camilla exited the room.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Agatha Freemont's eyes snapped open. They were as bright and keen as an eagle's.
She muttered, "I'm not quite the old fool that some people take me for!"
Camilla went downstairs to the kitchen. She dumped the soup down the drain.
Baranco said, "How is the old woman?"
"She's off in dreamland," Camilla said. "She drank a lot of soup. She'll be knocked out until morning!"
"Good. Things are liable to get a bit ... noisy ... tonight." Baranco glanced significantly in the direction of the bathroom.
He crossed the floor, unbarred the bathroom door, and opened it. Light shone into the darkened room.
The three girls were lying clustered together on the mattress-covered floor. The light revealed their fear-filled faces.
"Come on out, my pets," Baranco crooned. "It's playtime."
June, Marie, and Sarah crawled into the light. June staggered. Marie walked bent forward, clutching her stomach. Only Sarah was relatively healthy.
Baranco and Camilla herded the girls into the first floor parlor.
It was a cozy setting, with well-padded chairs and sofas, a fireplace, wood-paneled walls, a wine-colored carpet, and numerous antiques.
Camilla took hold of the hem of her shift and pulled it off her body. She contemptuously tossed it away.
Her transformation was sudden, startling, and total. She was now a dominant, masterful Amazon in her garments of black latex, and her dark nylons.
Baranco knew that she was somewhat irked by the way that he seemed to be monopolizing the girls, so he decided to give her a treat.
Standing behind her, he unhooked her black latex bra.
She said, "What are you doing, Anton?"
"I want to see you in all your soul-searing nakedness," he said. "Besides, I've thought of a little diversion that should prove amusing."
He took off her bra. He squeezed and fondled her immense breasts. He bit each nipple hard enough to cause pain, but not hard enough to draw blood.
He pulled the seat cushions off a number of sofas and chairs, and piled them in a heap on the floor.
He pulled Camilla's panties off her broad hips. As an extra added humiliation, he put the panties on Marie's head.
He arranged them so-that their crotch was positioned directly over Marie's face. The girl's nostrils were filled with the powerful aroma of Camilla's cunt.
He said, "Lie down on the cushions and make yourself comfortable, Camilla."
"All right."
Camilla reclined on the cushions. Baranco knelt and removed her high heels. He pulled off her round garters, then unrolled the dark nylons and peeled them off her legs.
Camilla was intrigued. "What are you up to, Anton?"
"How long has it been since you've been slavishly serviced by not one but three juicy-cunted sluts?"
"Too long."
"You need wait no longer," he said. His sweeping gesture indicated Marie, June, and Sarah. "Here they are, for your pleasure ... and their pain."
He forced them down on their knees. "Crawl to Camilla! Crawl! Crawl!"
He kicked and slapped the girls to hurry them on their way. Three pairs of lovely adolescent breasts jiggled and dangled as the girls scurried to Camilla.
Camilla spread her legs. She ran her fingers through her cunt, rubbing her clitoris and disarranging the thick dark curls of her bush.
Baranco folded his arms and stood over the group. "Just think, Camilla. Three hot mouths
-theirs-and one warm body to be pleasured
-yours. Consider the possibilities."
"Yes, indeed," Camilla mused. "Sarah, you will suck on my right breast. Come to me and put my nipple in your mouth."
Sarah was quick to obey. So far she had escaped the worst pain, and she hoped, foolishly perhaps, that she could continue to avoid the worst of it if she was quick to obey."
Sarah licked her lips, and kissed Camilla's right nipple. She held it between her lips and ran the tip of her tongue over it.
Sarah had taken June's breasts into her mouth many times during the passionately intense sessions of lovemaking they had enjoyed when the school lights were turned out for the night.
But Sarah had never suckled at the breast of a mature, voluptuous woman. Camilla's nipple, even in its normal, unaroused state, was as large as a cherry.
It hardened in her mouth. Sarah sucked gently, and was very careful to not even touch her teeth to Camilla's flesh.
Camilla said, "Marie, you seem to have recovered somewhat from your ordeal. How is your pussy feeling?"
"It hurts," Marie said. "It hurts so much! It's still bleeding!"
"Let me see."
Marie stood up and came over to Camilla. Camilla reached between the girl's legs.
Camilla said, "Spread your thighs, you moron."
Marie placed her feet shoulder-width apart. Camilla reached out with both hands and gripped Marie's cunt lips.
She held each fold of flesh between the thumb and forefinger of a hand. She pulled them to the sides and spread them wide open, exposing the pink, slippery interior.
Marie's muscles contracted and her eyes widened with pain. She cried out when Camilla prodded the abused membranes of her pussy.
Camilla said, "There's a little blood, but it's nothing serious. You got off easy. I promise you that you won't get off so easily tonight, my bitch."
She told Marie to turn around, present her backside, and bend forward. Marie groaned from the effort of bending from the waist.
Camilla parted the teenager's cupcake buttocks and peered at the crack. Marie's rectum was split at the exterior opening. Her anal virginity was as dead as the nickel beer.
Camilla certainly didn't fail to take advantage of the opportunity of inflicting pain on the girl's ravaged anus.
When she had finished thrusting her sharp-nailed fingers into Marie's anus, the girl was sobbing and nearly hysterical.
"Shut up, Marie, you stupid slut," Camilla hissed. "Stop that silly slobbering or I'll slap you until you're screaming."
Marie's shoulders heaved, but she managed to keep from crying out loud.
Camilla said, "Take my big, beautiful breast into your mouth, you small-titted wonder."
Marie knelt at Camilla's left side. She tilted her head forward and lightly brushed her lips against Camilla's breast.
Irritated by her hesitancy, Camilla twisted Marie's nipple until the girl moaned. Camilla pulled her head to her and stuffed her nipple into the girl's open mouth.
Marie puckered her lips and sucked the nipple. She didn't like it much, but it was better than being made to suffer, better than having her tender pussy or her forbidden anus brutally and sadistically violated.
Camilla leaned back and silently enjoyed the exquisite sensation of having both of her nipples simultaneously sucked.
Finally, in a voice made hoarse with pleasure, she said, "And now for you, little miss June. I imagine that you will have no trouble guessing where your mouth is going to go."
Camilla languidly raised her hand. June's wide-eyed, staring gaze followed the direction where Camilla's finger was pointing.
It pointed at Camilla's thick-furred, fat-fleshed pussy.
Camilla said, "Let's see if you can eat pussy as well as your roommate Sarah can, you pathetic, ponytailed piece of shit!"
June knelt between Camilla's wide-spread legs. She lowered her head, causing her ponytails to bob and shake.
June kissed Camilla's cunt. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick the outer folds of the pussy.
"Do it with more feeling, you snivelling sow," Camilla said. "You're not licking an ice cream cone. Get your tongue into my cunt and get to work!"
June dipped her pink, pointed tongue into Camilla's pussy. Camilla tasted sharp and somehow vaguely metallic inside her cunt.
"That's somewhat better," Camilla said grudgingly.
She closed her eyes and sighed as the three teenagers exerted themselves to please her. She felt like the Queen of the Nile, floating down river on a raft of pleasure.
There was the sound of Camilla's slow, deep, rhythmic breathing; the soft slurping caused by June's tongue working in her cunt; and the sucking sounds of Marie and Sarah nursing at her nipples.
Camilla smiled with vague amusement as she saw Baranco take off his pants. Once again, his cock was a stiff, throbbing rod of flesh.
She murmured, "You're so predictable, Anton."
"Am I? In what way?"
"You can never see anybody fucking without wanting to join in."
"I agree with your diagnosis, madame."
"I don't know how you do it," Camilla said. "You're always hard-always ready."
"If the only sexual partner you had for the last ten years was your right hand, you'd be inexhaustable, too." Baranco stared greedily at the pink, nude, gleaming bodies of the three teenagers below him. Who would he fuck this time?
Sarah, of course. She hadn't even begun to suffer at his hands yet. He would fix that.
Before this night was over, she would know agony that she had never dreamed existed.
He knelt behind her. Sarah gasped with shock when she felt his hands clutching at her hips.
She opened her mouth, and Camilla's nipple popped out. The nipple was hard and gleaming with saliva.
Camilla was ever so cross at having her pleasure interrupted. She gripped Sarah's nipple between her curved, claw-like fingernails, and pinched the pink button with sadistic savagery.
She snarled, "Keep your mouth working no matter what happens, you dimwitted doxie!"
Baranco gripped Sarah's soft inner thighs and forced them apart. He held his cock and shoved it between her delicate labia.
For the first time since her nightmare ordeal had begun, Sarah knew the soul-searing shame of having her tenderest, most intimate part of her body violated by the hot hard cock of the devil-man who was Anton Baranco.
It was brutally painful, but the pain wasn't the worst part of it. The worst agony came from being used so casually by such a hateful demon as Baranco.
But the pain was quite intense, too, and not to be ignored.
Sarah wasn't wet, or even moist, inside her pussy. She was tight and dry. Suddenly an oversized, rigid member was rammed up inside her.
Baranco's thick shaft pushed the girl's labia to the sides as it plunged into her and sank deep into her slit.
Sarah couldn't help but moan in pain, which of course only caused Camilla to torment her sensitive nipple.
That was possibly even more painful than the raping that she was receiving from Baranco. Her nipple was a pulsing node of electrifying agony.
She felt like Camilla was going to tear the nipple right off her breast. Thinking fast, Sarah did the only thing that she could think of to stop the savage, breast-punishing pain.
She stifled her shrieks and instead pressed her mouth to Camilla's nipple and sucked on it softly and sweetly.
It was a triumph of the will to tenderly suck that fat nipple while her pussy and her breast were being subjected to cruel and unusual punishment.
Somehow, by an act of supreme concentration, Sarah managed to disassociate her head from the rest of her pain-wracked body.
At first, as the tearing pain continued to punish her nipple, Sarah thought that she had chosen the wrong course.
But, as she continued to gently lick Camilla's nipple, Camilla relaxed her punishing grip, and finally released her.
Sarah could have wept for joy at the sudden cessation of pain, but she wisely betrayed no emotion at all, and continued to suck.
Both June and Marie had fearfully watched Sarah's torment out of the corners of their eyes. But, having been brutalized themselves, they knew better than to risk pausing at what they were doing. That would have brought Camilla's wrath down on them. Baranco clutched Sarah's hips. His face was as red and swollen as his cock. Sarah's buns quivered as his hips slammed against her again and again, driving his cock into her with pile-driving power and brutality.
"Unghhhhhhh!" he grunted. "This little whore-has the-sweetest pussy yet!"
He thrust his cock into her with one final surge, burying his cock so deeply that his balls slapped against her pussy lips.
Then came the supreme degradation for Sarah, the absolute worst yet. Baranco came inside her, spewing his vile fluid into her pussy, contaminating her clean, slippery flesh with his revolting scum.
Sarah was wise and braced herself so that Baranco's last thrust didn't throw her off balance and cause her to collide with Camilla.
She knew that that would have served as an excuse for her and Baranco to inflict even more terrible punishment on her.
As Baranco's semen spurted into her, Sarah was struck with a horrible thought-what if she should become pregnant by this devil-man?
On second thought, that wasn't the worst thing in the world. A pregnancy would imply that she would live another nine months.
She wasn't sure that she would live through the next nine hours-not with this pair of sadistic maniacs.
As the orgy of cruelty continued, it was being observed by another pair of cold, flinty eyes.
Agatha Freemont crouched at the top of the stairs, looking down at the writhing bodies.
She was not shocked. She was as cold as ice, and her face was an ancient mask of righteousness.
Camilla was a monster. The man with her, if you could call him a man, was even worse.
Monsters.
Well, Agatha Freemont knew what to do. Her ancestors had come over on the Mayflower, and the blood of those grim, fatalistic Puritans flowed in her veins.
Drastic action would have to be taken.
CHAPTER TEN
Anton Baranco lay stretched out on the sofa. His eyes were glazed and heavy-lidded. He was naked.
Marie, June, and Sarah knelt on the carpet near him. Their foreheads pressed against the carpet, and their asses were raised in the air.
All three soft white bottoms were marked with bright red slashes that oozed fresh droplets of blood.
The reason for this was apparent. Baranco held a thin, whippy curtain rod. He was amusing himself by periodically slashing the asses of the girls.
He struck without any warning, rhythm, or pattern. Sometimes he would let five minutes go by without striking. Then again, he might deliver fifteen strokes within the space of a minute.
There was no pattern in his selection of which girl he would strike. He would sometimes hit one of the girls numerous times in succession; then again, he would strike all three of them one after the other.
The fearful uncertainty of not knowing when the rod would descend on their tender flesh served to increase the girls' torment.
It was the old uncertainty principle of torture, the fear of not knowing what would happen to the victim, or when it would happen.
Anton Baranco found it deliciously amusing.
His victims, needless to say, did not.
Camilla was not in the parlor. She had exited it some minutes ago.
Baranco heard her footsteps approaching. He looked up, and smiled. The grin on his face widened when he saw what Camilla was wearing.
Camilla stood in the archway. Her legs were spread, and her hands were on her hips.
She said, "Now I'll prove to you that a woman can be a rapist, just like a man."
She was outfitted with a bizarre contrivance. Jutting out from her wide, fleshy hips was a ten-inch leather-covered dildo with a massive head.
The base of the dildo was attached to a leather bikini-style pair of panties. That was not the most sinister feature of the rig, however.
Hanging below the dildo, in the place where a pair of testicles would be, there was a leather-covered sphere the size and shape of a Softball.
This leather ball bristled with savage, needle-sharp spikes.
It was a most sinister device indeed. When the wearer used the dildo to fuck a victim, the spiked ball would rend and rip and tear the victim's flesh.
Baranco said, "What a lovely toy! Ah, but who do you intend to use it on?"
Camilla said, "I choose-Sarah!"
Sarah looked up and paled when she saw the device. She said, "Oh, God, no! No! You're not going to use that thing on me! No!"
"Yes," Camilla hissed with sadistic delight.
Sarah's arms were bound behind her back. She tried to crawl away. Camilla grabbed her by the hair. Sarah screamed.
Camilla kicked Sarah in the belly with the pointed toe of her high-heeled shoe. Sarah let out a whoosh of air and doubled over.
She fell on her side, clutching her stomach. Camilla followed her down, slapping and punching her.
Camilla said, "You've got a pretty pussy, Sarah, but let's see how pretty it is when I get done fucking you with this!"
"CAMILLA!"
The call came from the outer rooms. The voice making that call was thin and quavery, but it rang with bell-like clarity.
Camilla and Baranco wheeled around. They couldn't see what was happening, because a wall stood between ,them and the voice.
Camilla said, "It's that old fool!"
"What the devil does she want?" Baranco wondered.
"Camilla! Would you come here for a moment, dear?" Agatha Freemont called.
Baranco said, "You'd better see what she wants. We have to keep her alive, at least until we've gotten to that bank account of hers."
"I'd like to wring her scrawny neck!" Camilla snarled.
She undid the buttons holding the sides of the leather bikini together. She took off the bikini, which caused the dildo and the spiked ball to come off with it.
She stuck her face close to Sarah's. "This is only a temporary reprieve, bitch! I'll be back to care of your ass in a few minutes."
Camilla pulled on her robe and belted it at the waist. She angrily exited the parlor.
Her high heels clicked against the floorboards as she crossed the great hall. Agatha Freemont stood at the top of the stairs.
Quickly Camilla climbed the long, winding staircase. Her jaws flexed from the tension of controlling her anger.
Trying to sound as pleasant and normal as possible, Camilla said, "What are you doing out here, Miss Freemont? You know that you shouldn't be out in your weakened condition."
Agatha Freemont looked guilt-ridden and ashamed. "I-I had to go to the bathroom and I-I didn't make it in time ... I, I messed myself."
Camilla slowed as she neared the old woman. Agatha Freemont was holding her hands behind her.
Camilla said, "What's that you have behind your back?"
"Why-nothing, dear."
"Come on now, Miss Freemont, what are you holding in your hand, dear?"
"Why, nothing," Agatha said, "onlyTHIS!"
Camilla was standing very close to Agatha. She had time to catch a quick glimpse of what it was that Agatha had been concealing.
It was a spike-a long metal needle set in a square plastic base, the kind that was used to spear paper memos on. There were thousands and thousands of them sitting on the desks of executives all over the country.
Only this one was clutched tightly in Agatha Freemont's withered hand.
Agatha thrust it into Camilla's right eyeball.
Camilla's scream rattled the crystal chandelier.
Agatha released the spike's base. The spike remained lodged in Camilla's eye.
Camilla staggered backward. She was moving fast. She collided with the bannister and flipped backward over it.
There was a liquid crunch as Camilla smashed into the floor below.
Her body lay on the floorboards. An expanding pool of red billowed out from her head.
When he heard the scream, Anton Baranco dashed into the great hall.
When he saw what had happened to Camilla, he shrieked like a banshee.
He stared up at the old woman. She grinned down mirthlessly at him.
He shouted, "You! It was you who killed her!"
Agatha Freemont held a pair of long-bladed scissors in her other hand. "Yes, I killed her. I've got something for you. Come on up and get it, monster!"
Baranco started up the stairs.
"ANTON BARANCO!"
Baranco froze.
This new voice was coming from outside. It had the hollow, booming sound of an electronically amplified voice.
"ANTON BARANCO! THIS IS THE POLICE! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"
Baranco gnashed his teeth in blind rage. How could the law know that he was here?
How?
Then the answer struck him like a thunderbolt. Gorgon! It was Gorgon who had betrayed him! Gorgon!
"COME ON OUT, BARANCO! WE'VE GOT THE PLACE SURROUNDED! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE!"
Couldn't he?
He had not one but three hostages. The deadly game wasn't over yet!
As though she could read his mind, Agatha Freemont screamed, "Run, girls! Run! Run! RUN!!!"
Baranco pivoted, vaulted over the railing, and hit the floor rolling. Moving like a killer cat, he raced into the parlor.
Marie, June, and Sarah were on their feet. But there hands were tied, and there was nowhere to run.
Baranco picked up a porcelain lamp and smashed it against the table.
The lamp base broke in two with an explosion of shards. The end of the section that Baranco gripped was a mass of jagged edges.
Razor-sharp edges which could rend and rip and slice tender teenaged flesh.
No, the game wasn't over yet!
Baranco said, "Going somewhere, girls?"
The window on his left shattered inward in a cascade of flying glass. Sergeant Heckel pulled down the curtain and stuck his upper body through the window into the room. He held a .357 Magnum.
He shouted, "Freeze, Baranco!"
Baranco hurled the lamp base at him. He flung himself to the floor and rolled.
Heckel blasted at him with the revolver.
The shots passed over Baranco's head. Baranco crawled crazily out of the parlor. He rounded the corner of the wall and dashed into the next room.
Heckel fired a second too late. His shot punched a huge hole in the wall.
He knocked out the glass shards still remaining in the window frame and clambered into the parlor.
At the rear of the house, there was the sound of breaking glass.
A cop yelled, "You okay, Sarge?!"
"Yeah!" Heckel shouted. "Baranco jumped out a window in the back! Get him!"
Heckel holstered his revolver. His eyes widened when he saw Marie, June, and Sarah.
They were damned good-looking little girls. Heckel caught himself staring, and sternly reminded himself that he was an officer of the law.
He said paternally, "It's all over, girls. You're safe now."
The girls collapsed with hysterical relief.
A cop in the great hall shouted, "Jeeze, Sarge! We got a deader in here!"
"Son of a bitch!" Heckel swore. "Er, pardon my french, girls. Hang on. I'll get some clothes for you. It's all over."
But it wasn't quite over for Anton Baranco.
Leaping out of the rear window, he took the police cordon by surprise. He ran in a rapid, loping stride, like a human wolf-a werewolf.
The surprised police, whose numbers were sparser at the rear of the house, overcame their shock and started blasting at Baranco.
He saw a car to his left, and zig-zagged toward it. It was an unmarked police car, and two detectives stood by it.
Baranco crashed into them. He had the famous strength of the insane. He seized the lawmen by their necks and slammed their heads together, knocking them senseless.
The police car's motor was running. Baranco threw it into gear, burned rubber, and pealed out of there. A caravan of police cars took up the chase.
It was a wild, high-speed pursuit through winding country roads. Using their radios, the lawmen set up roadblocks, sealing off Baranco's escape routes.
Two cars blocked the road. Policemen started blasting away at Baranco. The windshield exploded inward when a shotgun burst hit it.
Baranco jerked the wheel to the right, hard. The car crashed through foliage.
Suddenly the foliage ended, and the car took the big dive-two hundred feet straight down off the edge of a cliff.
The car burned at the bottom of the precipice. Cops clustered to watch the fire.
A detective said, "Looks like this is
THE ENDof the Garden State Gargoyle."
Well, not quite....
When the burning wreck cooled off enough for the cops to probe it, they made a very disturbing discovery.
There was no body in it.
... Not long afterward, former nurse Annie Wilson got dressed one fine morning to go shopping.
After the traumatic Baranco incident, her husband had demanded that she quit her job at Graymoor.
Annie hardly needed to be persuaded. If she never saw that place again, it would be too soon.
She had spent the time since then resting and recuperating. She would go back to the nursing profession in a few months, but for now she was enjoying the quiet, leisurely life of a suburban housewife.
It was a bright, crystal clear morning. Annie picked up her pocket book and went into the garage to get her car, a sporty, gas-saving foreign model.
Humming a little tune, she put her key in the door lock.
Someone grabbed her from behind.
Her pocketbook slipped from her numb fingers and fell to the garage floor.
A hand covered her mouth so she couldn't scream.
Anton Baranco whispered, "Hello, Annie. I told you that I'd be back, didn't I? And here I am."
Baranco twisted her hands behind her back and tied them together. "Let's go into the house, Annie. Into the pretty house. It's so much more private there ... so much more intimate."
Baranco walked her into the split-level ranch house. It was a weekday, and her husband was at work in the city.
Baranco took her into her bedroom. "Is that where you sleep, Annie? Is that your marriage bed? Let's use it, shall we?"
Annie was senseless with terror. If she had been a mourner at a wake where the dead man suddenly climbs out of the coffin, she couldn't have been more fear-ridden.
Baranco said, "You know me, Annie. Of all people, you should know me. So you won't scream when I take my hand off of your mouth. Because you know me. Because you know what I would do."
His hand slid off her mouth. It caressed the taut, corded muscles of her neck, then worked its way downward to knead and squeeze her breasts.
Annie whispered, "But-but the police said that you were dead!"
"They lied," Baranco said. "I can't die. Evil never dies." Baranco turned her around so that she was facing him. "What a pretty blouse, Annie. Pretty, pretty, pretty. But what's underneath it is even prettier. I know, Annie. I've seen you. All of you. Remember?"
Baranco gripped the edges of her blouse and tore it open. Annie groaned, a groan of mortal terror.
"My, what a pretty flowered bra, Annie. I declare, everything about you is pretty. Everything...." Baranco yanked her blouse free of her jeans. He tore the blouse to shreds. He threw the shreds on the floor.
Baranco squeezed her breasts in their nylon cups. "I couldn't forget you, Annie. I couldn't forget the way you looked when you were nude and bound and helpless. I could have raped you right there on the cart."
He took the shoulder strap of the bra between his teeth and chewed it in half. He did the same thing to the other strap. He unhooked the back strap and stripped the remnants of the bra off her.
He pulled down her jeans and her panties. He shoved her so that she fell on her back on the bed.
Annie whimpered as he pulled down his pants. His cock was hard, stiff, and swollen. He stepped out of his pants.
Annie's face was scrunched up with terror. Tears rolled out of her eyes.
Baranco forced her thighs open and knelt between them.
Annie whispered, "Oh God, help me, help me....
"God? There is no god. The universe is just a senseless machine. People are just senseless machines. Machines that inflict pain on each other. There is no meaning to it."
Baranco prodded her tender cunt lips with the swollen head of his cock. He used his hand to guide his cock head into her. He sighed with pleasure as his flesh contacted hers.
Pinning her writhing hips to the mattress, he suddenly, savagely thrust his member into her.
Annie shrieked, "GOD!"
"There is no God," Baranco said.
At that moment, Annie had to agree with him.
Baranco leered down at her. His face was swollen with lust. His eyes were open and staring and quite totally insane.
He clutched Annie's breasts and squeezed them. He was amused by the way that her soft white flesh oozed through his gripping fingers.
Annie moaned and closed her eyes. She was terrified and hysterical. Her body heaved with silent sobs.
Baranco pinched her nipples until they were angry and red and hard. He twisted her nipple with such violence that her eyes blinked open.
She opened her mouth and took a deep breath to scream. Baranco stifled it with his hand.
He said, "No eyes closed here, Annie, no daydreaming, please. I want you to see everything that happens to you--everything that I do to you."
He cupped her breast and squeezed it so that the nipple rose straight up through the circle formed by his thumb and forefinger.
He fastened the edges of his teeth on it. Slowly at first, but with ever increasing pressure, he bit down on the pink pointed flesh.
Annie begged, "Please, please stop! Youyou'll bite my nipple off!"
Just out of spite, Baranco gave her nipple an extra-savage bite. The weight of his body pinned the writhing Annie to the mattress while he did so.
When he stopped biting, he was smiling. "Come now, Annie, surely a big, healthy girl like you can endure more than that."
He reminded her, "When I was back at the hospital, I endured much, much more than that, remember, my little nurse? Strait jacket, electro shock therapy. Let's see how much you can endure, my dear."
Annie was lying on top of her bound arms. The strain caused aching pains in her wrists, arms, and elbow joints.
As she moved around in an attempt to take some of the stress off her, she unthinkingly caused her hips and legs to thrash about.
This had an unexpected, and to her, unpleasant, effect. Her shiftings of position caused his rigid member to thrust deeper into her.
Baranco's hard cock pierced her like an arrow shot through an apple. It filled her pussy, the thickness of it bending her membranes out of shape.
Baranco said, "Give us a kiss, Annie. Give us a sweet, loving kiss."
She shuddered in revulsion as Baranco crushed his lips against hers. "Come on, Annie, open up that mouth, you bitch!"
Fearful of the pain which would accompany her refusal to obey, she opened her mouth wide and tried not to gag.
Baranco's tongue thrust into her mouth, probing it like a snake exploring the corners and crevasses of a small, safe hole.
His tongue ran over her teeth and gums, then fenced with her tongue. When he pulled his lips away, their mouths were smeared with saliva.
He said, "That was very, very nice, Annie. I might almost think that you meant it. Almost."
He pumped his cock in and out of her. "Hmmm, I detect a lack of enthusiasm on your part, my dear. If I didn't know you so well, I'd think that you weren't enjoying this little matinee of love."
Baranco pulled his cock out of her. It was reddish-purple, and the veins on the shaft were fat and distended.
He rubbed his wet, gleaming cock on her white thighs. "You stay here, Annie, while I think of a way to keep you amused."
He got up off the bed. Annie stared at him, knowing that this was not the end, but only the beginning of her ordeal at the hands of a madman.
Baranco took off his clothes. Despite his middleaged years, his body was well muscled, and rippling with power.
His cock was as vigorous and firm and demanding as that of an eighteen year old boy. But it was a man-sized instrument of lust.
Baranco went to the closet. He found a pair of striped pajamas hanging on a hook. He put the pajama pants on.
He said, "This must belong to your husband, eh? What a lucky man. I envy him. He has your firm, young body to come home to every night, and he can do whatever he wants to you. But what is it exactly that he does? Ah, that's the question."
Baranco said, "Does he whip you until you're bloody and striped like a tiger, so that you scream for mercy?"
Annie looked silently up at him. Baranco said, "Well, does he?"
"N-no," Annie said, "of course not."
"The fool doesn't know what he's missing. He doesn't know what you need, not like I do, Annie. He doesn't know that you're badly in need of a whipping."
"No, no, I'm not," she protested.
"Don't lie. Your skull is made of glass, and I can see right through it. I can see the obscene fantasies that haunt your waking hoursfantasies of submission to the cruelest of masters."
"That's not true." Annie denied angrily. "I'm not like that! You're insane!"
"So the doctors tried to convince me," Baranco chuckled. 'They wouldn't listen to me when I told them that I was the sane one, and they were the madmen."
Rummaging through the closet, Baranco didn't have to look far before he found a long, thin, whippy leather belt hanging on a hook.
He took the belt, wrapped some of it around his hand, and experimentally swung it through the air a number of times.
It made an evil whooshing sound as it cut through the air. Annie flinched in sympathetic response to the sound of it.
She said, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to do your husband a favor, and chastise you properly, the way that you should be beaten," Baranco said. "We're going to play a little game. What's your husband's name?"
Annie didn't speak. Baranco swung the whip-like belt down. The black leather curled around Annie's taut white thigh as though it was caressing it.
But, of course, it wasn't. Annie screamed from the pain. Her outcry mingled with the crack of leather on flesh.
Baranco said, "Obviously, you've never been schooled in the proper respect due to your spouse, But I'll fix that, never you mind. Now, bitch, what's your husband's name?"
"K-Ken," Annie stammered.
"Ken. How nice. Since you don't seem overly enamored of my company, we're going to play a little game, as I said. I'm going to pretend to be your husband, Ken. Isn't that fun? Now, since you've been such a naughty little housewife, I want you to beg me, your husband, to punish you."
Annie didn't speak. But she screamed when Baranco slashed the leather strap across her thigh. It left a red, bloody, welted slash running along the ivory flesh.
"Say it!" Baranco screamed.
Annie said, "I-I need to be punished."
"Ken," Baranco prompted. "I need to be punished, Ken. Say it!"
"I-I need to be punished ... Ken," Annie sobbed. "Please-please punish me."
"I'm glad that you've got the honesty to tell me what you need, dear wife of mine," Baranco said. "As far as I'm concerned, you're long overdue for a beating. I wasn't going to give you one, but since you've been so honest and forthright about admitting your desires, I'll have to reward you with a whipping."
Baranco went to her. Annie was breathless with panic as he reached for her. He grabbed her by the legs and flipped her over on her belly.
He tucked a pillow under her belly so that her bottom was raised higher than the rest of her body.
He said, "So, dear wife of mine, it gives me great pleasure to assert my husbandly duties, and give you the thrashing that you so obviously deserve!"
Baranco brought the belt down on Annie's splendidly curved rump. She screamed in pain and buried her head in a pillow.
A bright red slash ran horizontally across the rounded globes that were her buttocks. Tiny drops of blood formed along it.
Baranco laid into her with a vengeance.
Again and again the strap descended with a pistol-like crack, to tear Annie's soft bottom flesh.
Early on in the proceedings, it became necessary to gag her. Baranco used a pair of her husband's socks-a nice homey touch, he thought.
Her screams and shrieks and panting pleas were the sweetest of all musics to his ears, but he couldn't risk having some nosy neighbor hearing them and alerting the police, Baranco had had more than enough trouble with the police lately!
He had had plenty of trouble with women lately, too, but that didn't stop him. If anything, his frustrations caused him to beat Annie all the harder.
He didn't stop until Annie fainted from the pain. Her body was covered with a glistening cold sweat.
Her bottom was a mass of red marks. It was scored and frightfully beaten. Blood had stained the black leather belt that he had used.
He moved Annie so that her head hung over the edge of the bed. She still lay on her stomach. He pulled her hair until her eyelids fluttered.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Baranco's cock looming in her face. She choked and sputtered.
Baranco had pushed his member through the hole in the front of Annie's husband's pajama bottoms.
His fleshy, swollen member looked twice as obscene as it dangled out from the front of that pair of prosaically striped pajamas.
Baranco said, "Now that I've executed my husbandly obligation of correcting a wayward wife, it's time for me to enjoy another of my conjugal pleasures."
He waved the broad, wedge-shaped head of his member in her face. "I want you to suck my cock, sweet loving little spouse of mine."
He pinched her nostrils shut with his fingers. She opened her mouth. He shoved his cock into it.
He pushed it in as deep as it could go. The head bumped against the back of her throat, and she gagged.
"My, my," he giggled, "your mouth is ever so much hotter and wetter than your pussy! It's no wonder that you don't have any children, dear-your husband probably comes in your mouth more often than he does in your cunt. And I can't say that I blame him!"
Annie groaned. Baranco pushed his hips forward and backward, fucking her mouth like it was a pussy.
He said, "Better get it nice and wet, Annie. That's my advice. It'll make it easier on you for what I'm going to do next."
Baranco took his cock out of her mouth after a moment. His member shone silver with her saliva. He brushed his cock head against her forehead.
"Do you know what I'm going to do now, Annie? I'm going to fuck you in your ass!"
She turned paler than ever. "Please, not that!"
"Are you a virgin in your bottom, Annieor have you been a naughty girl? Let's see, shall we?" Baranco parted her buttocks. Even the slightest touch on her ravaged buttocks would have been painful. He was not gentle.
He pushed her head down into the pillows, muffling her shrieks. Holding her bottom cheeks apart, he shoved his finger into her ass.
He said, "Ah, you are a naughty girl, Annie. You've taken it up the back door before. Don't try to fool me, I'm an expert. I can see that you've been split a long time ago. But let's split you just a bit further."
