They had set up camp in the sagging, weather-beaten cluster of gray, unpainted, worm-eaten wooden houses which had once been alive with hopeful miners along both sides of the meandering, cow-path of a road. The tumble-down houses and shacks had long been abandoned, and now it was a tiny ghost town which cringed forlornly on the edge of the desert.
The band of acid-dropping, long-haired freaks had been encamped in the dreary, abandoned, Godforsaken ghost town for several months. No one ever drove along the lonely, dusty road which passed through town; the road seemed to start nowhere in particular, and ended somewhere out in the shifting sands and tumbleweed of the desert. The closest road was a two-lane blacktop fifteen miles to the east, and the nearest sign of life was nearly twice that distance away.
There were fifteen members of the band--eleven girls, three men, and the leader, Howard Carson. Howard Carson was a small, wiry man in his mid twenties. This bearded leader had an aura about him, a kind of dreamy, ethereal, Christ-like quality that impressed the neurotically impressionable... and his followers believed that he was Godlike... that he was in communion with a higher being, a higher awareness... He had created a cult that was sustained by drugs and the satisfaction of bloodlust.
Howard had a credo, which his followers embraced fervently:
1. money corrupts, and the more one possesses, the more corrupt he becomes;
2. the wealthy must suffer for taking advantage of the "havenots;"
3. drug use leads to a higher level of awareness;
4. inflicting torture makes one stronger;
5. enduring torture cleanses the soul;
6. communal living, under his (Howard's) direction, was the only way of life;
7. that it was the purpose of the cult to avenge the suffering of the "havenots" by tormenting the "haves."
As would be expected, Howard attracted girls more easily than men. The eleven girls of his hip-pie-style band were considered his wives. The three men of the band did the donkey labor, and could shack up with one of Howard's wives only with Howard's approval. In any case, the girls held a higher station socially in the band than the men, simply because they were closer to the leader.
Torture within the band was common. All of Howard's followers were warped personalities. None thought it horrible to either suffer or inflict torture.
If anyone did chance to pass through the ghost town, Howard and his followers would be difficult to discover. They had their cars and the VW bus concealed, and they had made no changes in the outward appearance of the tiny, forgotten town that would hint of anyone living there.
Howard now had his tribe gathered in what had once been the town's saloon and dancehall. They were listening with rapt attention as Howard addressed them.
"Let me quickly review our plans again," Howard was saying. "We'll leave here at sundown. At ten o'clock, when it's quiet and dark, we'll gather at the Marko Turnoff. That's exactly a half-mile from the Kronenburg estate. My intelligence informs me that the parents are in Europe, and that the son is having a gathering there in their absence.
"There will be six rich college kids--three boys and three girls. You know the kind--spoiled little pampered snotnoses. We'll conceal our cars at the Marko Turnoff, and we'll go by foot the rest of the way.
"At precisely ten-forty-five, we'll enter the house and take over. We'll butcher the six slowly, and then we'll take everything of value from the house. We'll have John bring the bus to load our loot. We'll put out our mesh wires from the backs of our cars and the bus when we leave, to wipe out any tire tracks. Everyone will wear gloves--rubber or leather gloves. Everyone will follow my orders. Clear?" They nodded their heads.
"Then we're gonna kill them all?" one of the girls asked.
"We're going to inflict slow torture on them. Their behavior will dictate life or death," Howard replied, "but I doubt they'll survive," he added simply. "Your time is now your own--until five o'clock. I want you to get your heads together. I want you each to review the written plans. After you've memorized them, burn them. Get your gear together. I don't want any hangups when it's time to leave. Okay, that's all. Smoke 'em if you have 'em," he grinned. "Ellen and Marcy, you come with me."
Two girls detached themselves from the group and followed Howard out. Ellen and Marcy were both taller than their leader. They both had long black hair and white faces that looked as if they had never seen the sun. The girls' bodies were packed with comfortable, voluptuous curves, and the drug-haunted looks in their eyes, and the dark fatigue smudges under their eyes, robbed both girls of the youthful beauty that they justly should have possessed.
Drugs and decadence were stealing the bloom of youthful loveliness from the girls--but they were still compelling to look at. At the moment, Ellen and Marcy seemed to be Howard's favorite wives.
The girls followed Howard into a small, gray house which was set back away from the dusty, cow-path of a road. The house looked as if it had been gently smashed by a giant's fist, and it seemed ready to tumble at the first gust of wind. Inside, they had worked wonders, and it was cozy and comfortable.
Ellen and Marcy, from experience, knew what to do. They crowded around Howard, rubbing their bodies against him, kissing and caressing him. Howard passively submitted to the girls, who towered over him; the girls were seducing him with speed and skill. He was sighing and weak as the girls worked him over with their hands and lips.
Ellen and Marcy unbuttoned his shirt and sucked and tongue-flogged his flat little nipples. Howard shivered and groaned. And then their hands played over his cock and buttocks through his trousers as they kissed and sucked and tongued over his chest and ribs and stomach.
"Shall we rape him?" Ellen grinned to Marcy.
"Why not?" Marcy replied with a giggle.
"Oh... you girls are too much for me..." Howard groaned as he sagged, sandwiched between them.
Down went his zipper. In dove Marcy's hand, capturing and squeezing his cock with power, making him whimper. His buckle was unlocked and they dragged off his pants, shorts, boots and socks. He trembled between them, looking small and helpless and vulnerable. Ellen and Marcy ravished his cowering body with their hands and lips, teasing and tormenting him. His knees went weak and he swooned to the floor.
"Look! Nothing, nothing at all!" Ellen said contemptuously as she held his limp cock between her thumb and forefinger.
"You know what I need... " Howard gasped. The girls understood at once, from long experience with him. They smiled knowingly at each other.
As he cowered, small and naked on the floor, chewing on his beard in anguish, Ellen and Marcy advanced on him with three-foot lengths of rubber hosing.
The girls laughed and began to bash Howard powerfully with the hosing. Howard cried and cringed on the floor as the girls beat his back and thighs and buttocks with the thick rubber hosing. Their blows were solid and merciless and fierce, and each smack raised a red, blotching welt on his cowering body.
Ellen and Marcy flogged him in unison, sweat beading on their foreheads as they cruelly abused their little leader. He whimpered and sighed, a look of blissful suffering on his face. Bright red ridging welts sprang up all over his back and buttocks as his wives beat him with all of the sadistic power that they could muster.
He bared his teeth and sobbed as flashes of pain and throbs of masochistic delight rippled through him. The girls' eyes glowed with crazed bloodlust as they flogged him, as if attempting to pound him into dust with their swinging, bashing lengths of hosing.
"Oh, my darling wonderful wives . .he sobbed as Marcy and Ellen pounded him with brutal blows. "Beat me! Beat meee!" he cried as the flogging reached a vicious tempo. "You're turning me on--!" he sobbed.
Finally, after pounding him for another full, horrible minute, the girls laughed, their eyes burning with perverted sexual excitement, and they heaved the lengths of rubber hosing aside. Quickly, they peeled off their clothing and dropped down on either side of their battered, whimpering leader. His eyes were glazed, as if he had just gone through a devastating, enthralling religious experience.
They lifted Howard and carried him over to the bed. They rolled Howard over onto his back. He lay there, flat on his back, as the naked, voluptuous girls leaned over him. He gasped and sighed, blissfully chewing on his beard. The sadistic beating had aroused him mightily, and his big cock pointed up at the girls like a cannon ready to detonate.
Marcy curled her fingers around the shaft of his mighty erection and squeezed with power, and Howard cried out. Ellen cupped his sac of balls and applied enough pressure to make him cough with pain.
The girls knelt over his erection and began to nibble on it with their sharp teeth. Marcy sank her teeth into the bulging, satiny crown of his prick as Ellen bit into the middle of the thick, hard stalk. Their teeth dented the flesh, and he sobbed. They left the marks of their teeth in the hard flesh of his cock as they opened their jaws to sample another portion of his big erection.
The girls' teeth sank deep into the flesh of Howard's cudgel again, harder, and they tugged and bent his stiff prick this way and that, driving screams from their leader. The pain nearly made him swoon with delight. The girls chewed on his dick, tearing at it with their sharp teeth, and tiny beads of flood flecked his fleshy, hard rod as their teeth broke the skin.
He howled and shuddered, his eyes glazed with a look of tormented bliss. The girls chewed on his aching cock, giggling as they bent it and dented it, leaving the deep marks of their sharp teeth all over it.
"Now!" Howard cried to the girls.
Immediately, Ellen and Marcy responded to his shout. Ellen mounted his chewed-up, hard cock, squatting, sitting astride him, sinking her juicy cunt down on it, her pussy lips slurping as they gobbled up his fat cock, inch by long, hard inch. And even as Ellen impaled herself on his cock, Marcy was squatting over his face, mashing her soaked pussy down over his mouth, impaling her voracious slit on his long, tapering tongue.
Marcy sat on his face. Ellen sat on his cock. The girls fucked their cunts on his tongue and cock, groaning as Howard flailed under them, ramming his cock into Ellen's cunt and sticking his tongue up into Marcy's gash as he sucked heatedly.
The three of them bucked and groaned and sailed together through their orgiastic finish. His cock lurched and spit hot sperm into Ellen's contracting cunt. Marcy's pussy overflowed as his sucking mouth and worming, darting, sticking tongue brought on her climax. He tasted her juice and drank at her cunt cup, sucking and slurping noisily.
When it was over they lay in a tangled, naked heap of intertwining arms and legs. The girls were covering his saintly, bearded face with adoring kisses, and their hands roamed at will over his body, just as his hands molded their curves.
"I needed that. .Howard panted.
"Did we please you?" Ellen purred.
"Yes, you did. The flogging was delicious--just what the doctor ordered--" He smiled. "And the rest was wonderful, too... "
"I almost lost control and tried to bite your cock off," Marcy giggled.
"We'll just have to see that Marcy gets better fed," Ellen laughed. "She has strange appetites."
They lay close together, Howard on his back, the girls rolled over on their sides as they nestled against him, their tits heavy on his chest, each with one leg draped over his legs in a most possessive way.
That the girls could so overwhelm him, beat him and seduce him and still consider him their leader was odd. But it was all part of the perverse relationship. He had a strange, twisted nature. He could act like the very maddest of male beasts. And he could swoon passively like the most feminine of females. But he was never passive among males, only among females. With girls he was rarely aggressive, preferring them to take the lead. He enjoyed being beaten and seduced by girls, and the younger, the better.
As the girls caressed him and toyed with his slick, soft cock, his hands fondled their bodies, palming their heavy, firm tits, rubbing over the hardened nipples. His fingers plucked their nipples and he mouthed their tits when they shoved them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the long nipples.
No member of the tribe was ever off of drugs. Even the trio, as they lay there, were floating in a drug-induced haze. But they weren't high enough to be robbed of awareness.
Ellen was massaging his cock more vigorously now and her hand was slippery. She worked her hand up and down, round and round, squeezing, pulling his cock this way and that, her other hand under his hardening shaft, hefting and toying with his hairy sac of balls. She was clenching it so tightly that her knuckles were going white.
"Jesus, you'll break it," he nearly sobbed.
"Oh, I won't break it off," she giggled. "Girls never break toys that they love, and I love this toy of yours." As she said this, Marcy was nibbling and tonguing at his flat nipples, as if they were a girl's nipples. The girls were so boldly aggressive, and he was so swooningly passive...
Then together, the girls moved down to his groin. His cock was rampant again. They took a length of string and twined it around his hard-on. As the string wound around his shaft, it cut into it, denting and cutting into the hard flesh. He sobbed helplessly.
"You're all tied up now, so you won't be able to go anywhere," Marcy laughed.
The girls each held the ends of the string. They began to pull-on it, and the string cut into his cock, giving him sharp pain. He whimpered. As they tightened the string painfully around his wagging cock, they forced him to sit up.
"Suck our tits," Marcy commanded her leader.
He obeyed. He sucked first on Marcy's tits, and then on Ellen's. He licked his tongue over their swollen nipples. With fervor he lapped at the girls' sharp, long nipples. As he did, the girls pulled harder on the string which was cuttingly wound around his erection, hurting him.
His hands went down between the girls' yawning thighs and dipped in along their moist pussy trenches. His fingers found their clitoris buds and stroked them, making the girls moan. Then his fingers began to slide up and down along their fevered slits, and began to poke around inside. He moved his hands and now he was in possession of their cunt hills. His thumbs were grinding into their cunts while his index fingers were dragging and plunging along their anal cracks. The girls hummed and sighed, doubly impaled, as they yanked on the string that was wrapped around his long, thick, hard shaft, denting the flesh, pulling it out of shape.
"Eat me!" Ellen moaned.
The girls pulled Howard around, forcing his face between Ellen's thighs. She arched her back and spread her thighs wide. His lips slid wetly over her hot inner thighs. Meanwhile, Marcy again had the ends of the string and was yanking them hard, hurting his prick, whipping his desire higher.
His mouth swooped down on her hot, yearning target. His lips covered her pulsing, yawning cunt lips. He kissed over her creaming pussy, his nose rubbing in her black thatch of pubic hair. His tongue, like an asp, drove in between her cunt lips. Down deep his tongue stabbed. His mouth worked slavishly, sucking, laving, nibbling, tasting, seeking, his tongue driving in and out, wriggling, dragging slowly along the length of the channel and then darting back into the hot cunt, deep, deep, deep.
"So good, oh, darling eat meee!" she sobbed.
He barked with pain as Marcy pulled hard on the strings and it sliced into his rigid tool. Ellen bucked wildly, gyrating her cunt against his devouring mouth. Her thighs clutched his bobbing head tightly. And finally the fantastic finish came for Ellen as his head bobbed frantically between her straining, clinging thighs.
"Agggghhhhgggg! " A wild, blurring climax washed over Ellen as his tongue continued to dive in and out, driving her through wave after wave of blissful completion. She lay swooning as he kissed over her hot, moist, dripping, violated pussy lips, his tongue licking up her hot juice.
Marcy pulled Howard's head away from Ellen's thighs. She forced him down flat on his back. She untwirled the string from his cock, and he groaned, almost coming from the sensation. She moved over him, spreading her legs wide so that she was squatting over his lap, her cunt, hot and ready, scant inches above his upthrusting cockhead. She uttered a harsh groan of pleasure as the hard tip of his cock made contact with her creamy pussy. She arched her back, locked her legs on either side of him, and shoved down at his cock. With a fierce plunge her cunt sank down on his cock, slithering over and around it, taking it into the creamy envelope of her vagina.
She jammed her hips down and sank all the way to the hilt, feeling the cock jabbing straight and hard up inside of her. Her soaked pubic hair tangled with his as she sat motionless on him, completely impaled on his prong.
"Heavenly," she sighed.
"Good ..
She squeezed his cock with the muscles of her inner vagina. She secured his cock inside of her hungry, dripping snatch. As she sat astride him, his cock imbedded in her, he feasted his eyes on her. Her tits loomed large, their nipples like hard cherries. Her stomach was flat and her navel was perfectly placed in the middle of her nakedness. Her thighs were firm twins of sensuality.
She moved like a cat, cuddling all of her body to him. Her tits brushed and then crushed against his chest. Her knees moved inward to more firmly straddle his waist. Her hands wound around his neck.
Her lips met his and he sucked on her invading tongue and snapped his hands to her straining buttocks. His fingers pressured and spread her lush buttock cheeks, and he sucked and nibbled on her tongue. They were breast to chest, knees clamped around waist, mouth glued to mouth as tongues clashed, the closeness of their bodies transfusing excitement.
Marcy pulled her lips from his and stretched high, cupping one ripe tit and bringing it to his mouth. She waited an instant, then jammed it forward, giving as much as possible of it to the moisture of his lips. He nuzzled, and, as he did, flogging her excited nipple with his tongue, he kneaded the flesh of her buttocks until they began to grind and rotate in a circle of excitement. As they did, Ellen crawled up behind, and shoved her stiff middle finger fiercely into Marcy's cringing anal ring. Marcy screamed and sighed as the invading finger stretched the tender ring. It popped, and the finger drove in. She was doubly impaled.
Her finger imitated the motion of Howard's cock in her cunt, going in and retracting, circling, increasing the thrill, round and round and round. She was rotating on his cock and Ellen's finger like a ball-bearing, twisting, shaking, gyrating her body, groaning, moaning and sighing.
The double-fucking of Howard's cock in her cunt and Ellen's finger in her asshole gave Marcy heady pleasure. Marcy crunched downward and then began to ride him, rising and lowering, swirling in circles, harder and faster. And Howard met her downward thrust with a high arch from his body. He met her again and again as they lurched against each other.
He covered her tits and nipples with devouring kisses, mouthing her bouncing tits as she arched and ground on him. Her hips bounced violently as they met in the rhythm of her fierce pumping. Her cunt gobbled up his cock as it jammed up and down wildly.
And now their mouths clung and their bodies were plastered tightly and their tongues explored as their genitals ripped and sucked and speared. And all the while, Ellen was screwing her finger around in Marcy's outraged asshole. Marcy arched until she was bent like an Indian bow as she gasped and pumped on his cock with her chewing twat.
The climax hit them. Their bodies churned. She wriggled and bounced furiously. His bloated cock throbbed and exploded, pumping gallons of sperm up into her. She dug her fingernails into his neck and ripped, drawing blood, bits of flesh coming off with her nails as they clawed.
She clamped her teeth into the meaty part of his shoulder and bit with passion, her teeth gnashing at the flesh, tearing it. Together they jolted through their finish, crying out, flailing at each other, her body writhing on top of his. Her cunt continued to relentlessly suck and pump as she churned on his spitting cock, her buttocks jiggling as Ellen ravaged her asshole with her stiff finger.
She collapsed on top of him, and they lay there panting; with a laugh, Ellen withdrew her pungent, brown-stained finger from Marcy's ragged asshole.
After a while, they disengaged.
"We'd better get ready to go. It'll be sundown soon," Howard said.
They bathed and dressed together. Howard donned an outfit of black leather: tight pants that flared out at the ankles, with a wide, metal-studded belt around the waist. The shirt zipped up the front, and the long sleeves puffed out at the wrist. He put a heavy, metal necklace around his neck. Dangling from the chain was the hand-carved, silver figure of the devil.
The girls dressed in leather, too. Ellen wore soft tan leather, and it clung to her body like second skin. The blouse plunged down deep into her cleavage, revealing the inner swells of her naked tits, and her stiff nipples punched out against the clinging leather, clearly revealed. Around her waist she wore a wide, wide leather belt that was almost like a corset; it cinched her waist in dramatically. Huge metal studs of gold gleamed on the belt, and the huge buckle was graced by the gold head of the devil. Her leather skirt was short and when she bent over you could see the snaking garter straps that were fastened to the tops of her smoky hose. Dark brown leather boots came up to her knees, and the boots laced up in the front, and had five inch stiletto heels. Marcy was dressed in an outfit that was a twin of Ellen's, only her outfit was scarlet and shiny. Both girls wore long, clinging leather gloves which extended up to their armpits.
They hitched knives to holsters on their hips, and coiled in the leather pouches attached to their belts were vicious leather whips. Howard, Marcy and Ellen were ready. Each jabbed needles into their veins and shot acid, then settled down quietly for a moment, waiting for the drug to mix into their bloodstreams.
They walked out of the shack back into the saloon. Everyone was there, waiting for Howard. They were all dressed in leather, the men in outfits similar to Howard's, the girls in costumes that resembled Marcy's and Ellen's. They were a strange, dynamic, eerie-looking group. Howard surveyed them with pride.
"You all look fine," he smiled, his eyes already beginning to dilate as the drug took hold of him. In fact, the pupils of his entire tribe's eyes were dilated from shooting drugs. They were all acid-heads. And, the higher they got, the more dangerous they became. They lost their hold on reality.
The only thing which set Howard off from the rest, marking him in dress as the leader, was the leather cape he was wearing.
"Have you all studied your plans for tonight? Do you all know exactly what you have to do?" he asked. They nodded, grinning back at him. "Good. All right. It's nearly sundown. Let's get everything into the cars and the bus. Harry, go up on the roof and keep a sharp lookout with the binoculars. Let's move now."
Howard's tribe moved out, purposefully, excitement clear on their faces. Since there were eleven girls and four men, one wouldn't normally fear them, in spite of their bizarre clothing and fierce appearance. But if they knew how blood-thirsty, cruel and ruthless Howard's wives were, they would truly cringe in fear at the approach of the gang.
The sun was beginning to set, and all was ready...
CHAPTER TWO
At precisely 10 o'clock, they met at Marko Turnoff. There was no street light, and trying to see through the darkness was like trying to see through a bottle of black ink. They had left the ghost town at ten-minute intervals; that way they did not attract attention to themselves. If they had driven one car after the other, they might have been noticed, since traffic was very sparse on the two-lane blacktop. As each car arrived at the Turnoff, it killed its lights, pulled off of the road, drove carefully around the bushes, so as not to disturb them, and then parked in the dirt field. In the field, both darkness and the undergrowth of bushes and trees hid the cars from the road.
On foot, keeping clear of the road, they made their way toward the Kronenburg estate, which was a half-mile away from the Turnoff. And then, at a few minutes before 10:45, they came abreast of the estate. Lights were burning within the huge, sprawling house. A high stone wall encircled the house, and a paved road, which curved like an S, ran from the road to the high iron gates.
On Howard's signal, Harry scaled the stone wall and dropped with a soft thud in the grass on the other side. He went to the deserted gate house and pressed a button which released the lock which kept the iron gates securely locked. There was a metallic click. Howard pushed the heavy gate, and it swung open. The band slipped in, and Howard closed the gates, and they locked again behind them.
With Howard in the lead, the eleven girls and three men moved quickly across the lush lawn in the inky darkness. They waited under a huge oak tree as Howard sneaked around the house, peering into the windows. He came back to them with a broad smile on his face.
"Wait till you dig what's going on inside," Howard laughed softly.
"What is going on inside?" John asked eagerly.
"Too much, man," Howard grinned. "Those cats are having an orgy."
"An orgy?"
"Yeah! Too much!" Howard laughed. "Christ, wait'll you see them. Just like I said, there're three guys and three girls. College kids. Man, they didn't learn the tricks they're doing in a college classroom," he chuckled. "The six of 'em are naked as bluejays. They're either all drunk or high on drugs or a mixture of both. They're fucking and sucking each other like crazy. And it isn't all boy-girl sex, either. They're mixing it up, they are."
"Too much," Marcy giggled.
"This makes it even easier for us," Howard smiled. "They're so engrossed in each other that there's no way they'll hear us when we break into the house, even if one of us slips up and makes a lot of noise. But that doesn't mean we don't have to be careful," he added, cautioning them. "John, come here."
"Yeah, boss?" John smiled.
"The French doors over there should be a cinch for you. Hell, they might not even be locked. If we go through there, we'll only have to cut through two other rooms and bamb! We walk in on 'em. They're having their orgy in the living room; isn't that too much?"
Howard's freaked-out tribe laughed softly. Then John detached himself from the group and slipped over to the big French doors. He gave a low whistle, and they all went over to where he was standing, his gloved hand on one of the handles.
"It's not locked," John whispered.
"Good," Howard said. "Okay. Here we go. Remember our plan, now. Follow me. Be as quiet as you can."
Into the house they slipped, closing the French doors behind them. The room into which they had slipped was a large, ornate study, with old, rococo furniture; the walls were lined with leather-bound books. Howard led the way. Now they could hear the voices in the living room. They turned out into a hallway. Light spilled out from the living room. Six more steps and they would enter the room in which the unsuspecting six were having themselves a ball.
Howard strode dramatically into the living room first, swirling his big whip over his head and cracking it loudly in the air. The six froze, and their eyes turned toward the archway through which Howard and his bizarre tribe had entered.
They had been surprised in the midst of a hot orgy, all right. One couple froze, mid-stroke, as they were climbing toward their climax, the boy's cock, hard and slick, half-way out of the girl's glistening cunt. Two girls were in the middle of a perfect 69. They dislodged their heads from between each other's thighs and gazed, their mouths wet from cunt juice. Two boys were surprised as they coupled in sodomy--one boy's cock up the other boy's asshole.
The six surprised and frightened boys and girls were, for the moment, speechless. Howard again cracked his whip harshly in the air, for dramatic effect. It cracked like a pistol shot.
"Very nice," Howard smiled slyly. "Is this the sort of thing they teach you kids at college?"
Now the six began to react. They pulled away from each other and made feeble, foolish efforts to cover their nakedness with their hands and arms. Shock, surprise and fear were vivid on all of their faces.
"W-who are you?" one of the girls asked.
"We're visitors from another planet," Howard smiled.
"Take us to your leader," Ellen added with a laugh.
"What the hell is this? You have no right to break into my house!" one of the boys protested hotly, an edge of fear in his voice.
"Oh, you must be the Kronenburg boy," Howard said. "Your first name is Len, isn't it?"
"Yes," he replied, startled that Howard knew his name.
"You're a fine boy, Len," Howard said ironically. "Your folks are away, so you play. Nice games you and your friends play. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not a prude. But you're such a clean-cut looking group. Didn't expect to discover the six of you engaged in such lewd activities, that's all."
"What do you want? What are you doing here?"
"We're just a wandering group of social researchers," Howard laughed, and his tribe joined in his laughter. "We do social research among the very rich. That's why we're here. We like to drop in unannounced, to catch the very rich naturally at work or play in their normal environment," he said in an academic way, acting pompous in a comical way.
"Just what the hell is this? Who the hell are you? And why are you all dressed so strangely?" Len Kronenburg asked.
"Well," Howard smiled. "We dress this way since we find this mode of costume useful and comfortable. I assume you and your friends dress the way you do," he grinned, staring at their naked bodies, "because you find nakedness the finest means of dress when fucking and sucking each other." Howard's band roared with laughter.
"What do you want?" one of the girls asked, fright clear on her pretty face.
Howard did not answer. He was surveying them. They were a good-looking group. The three boys were all around twenty years old, and were tall, well-built and handsome, in an almost patrician way. The three girls, all natural blondes, as you could clearly see by looking at their puffs of pubic hair, were beauties with ravishing bodies; they still managed to convey the appearance of well-bred girls even in their present states of sexual abandon.
"You three guys," Howard suddenly barked with authority, "over here. Move!" he snapped, cracking his whip only inches over their heads. The three boys moved, in a tight group, their hard cocks quickly shriveling from the fright which they felt. They grouped together where Howard indicated, ten feet away from the three girls, who were now clinging nakedly to each other in stark fear. "Good," Howard said as he noted the promptness with which they had obeyed his command. "You three girls stay right where you are."
"You still haven't told us who you are, or what you're doing here, or what you want," Len Kronenburg said. His voice was weak and tentative now, as fear began to truly get the better of him.
"I don't feel compelled to answer your questions," Howard said quietly. Then he paused, deep in thought. The rest of his band waited for Howard to continue. "Oh, well, you might as well know what's going to happen. As you can see, there are fifteen of us. Eleven girls and four men. That makes fifteen of us, against six of you. We have whips and knives and guns. The six of you are naked and defenseless. So, obviously, we have the upper hand, which we mean to exploit. The fifteen of us have huge sexual appetites, and you further aroused them by the little orgy you were deep into when we arrived... "
"You're not going to--" one of the captive girls started, her voice trailing off to a soundless, frightened whisper.
"I'll tell you what we're going to do, honey," Howard smiled. "The fifteen of us are going to have an orgy with the six of you. It'll be an orgy of pleasure and pain... "
"P-pain?" another of the frightened girls asked.
"Yes. Pain. We're going to rape the six of you. Abuse you. And we're going to torture you," Howard said calmly.
"Y-you're going to torture us?" asked one of the boys.
"That's right, junior," Howard smiled. "You see, the fifteen of us are acid-heads. We're also sadomasochists. We delight in torture. We're sexual deviates. We're just a little band of sickies," he grinned.
"Oh, my God--" one of the girls whined.
"But why us? Why did you pick on us? We never did anything to you. We never harmed you in any way. We don't even know who the fifteen of you are... " Len Kronenburg said fearfully.
"I selected this particular house. I've been casing it. I knew your folks were away and that you were having a party. How I know is my business. To us, you're a bunch of rich pigs," he snarled with contempt. "We instinctively don't like what the six of you represent. We feel hatred for you and your kind. You and your kind thrive on the sweat and cheap labor of the common people, treating common people with utter unfeeling contempt. For that, for all of the things that you six collectively represent, we have arrived to gain revenge for our oppressed brothers and sisters."
"You're mad!" one of the lovely naked girls said. "Perhaps," Howard smiled. "But that doesn't really matter--it's academic."
"If it's money you want--" Len Kronenburg started.
"Never mind the money," Howard cut in. "If there's money to be had here, we'll get it. Along with other things of value that might strike our fancy. Don't attempt to bribe us. It won't work. We have a mission, and nothing that you or your friends can say or do can detract us from our mission."
"You are mad!" the Kronenburg boy exclaimed. "One person's madness is another's sanity," Howard said. "But enough five-and-dime-store philosophy." He paused, studying the six. "It is, in a way, I suppose, a shame that we broke in on the six of you when we did. Passion is its own reward, and I don't believe all of you had as yet had your rewards. But you will, with us. We're a passionate group," he grinned. "We're going to really teach the six of you what an orgy's all about. And we're going to teach you what torture's all about, too. If you haven't experienced that phase of human behavior, you might find it of interest... through the pain you will suffer at our hands. But, we'll see, we'll see."
"Please--don't harm us?" one of the girls appealed. "We'll do anything you want, only don't hurt us...?"
"You'll do anything we want?" Howard laughed derisively. "Of course you will. You have no other choice. We're in control." He turned to the three boys. "If you think you have a chance by fighting, forget it. Any of my girls can take you guys."
"Sure," one of the guys said, "what's the trick when you have whips and knives and guns?"
"Feeling brave?" Howard mocked. "Take your choice. Pick one of my girls. Show us what a strong man you are. The girl you pick will fight you barehanded. And, whichever girl you pick, I promise you that she'll lick you."
"It isn't my practice to pick fights with girls," the boy said sullenly.
It was all very strange. Howard knew that the six were stalling for time. His followers did not question the time that he was wasting. They knew he had a reason. And they knew that they would be able to do whatever they wanted to, once Howard turned them loose on the three girls and three boys. But it was still strange. The fifteen members of Howard's tribe surrounding and holding at bay six naked people.
"So you don't like to pick fights with girls?" Howard smiled. "Very gallant. Perhaps you'd like to tangle with me? I'm the leader. You'd expect to have a fair chance, since you're much taller and heavier than I am. Want to try me?" Howard taunted.
"You bet your ass!" the boy said hotly.
Howard handed his whip to Ellen. He said to John: "Time this. Let's see how long it takes me to whip this hothead." Then he faced the boy. "Give us room. Spread out. This hothead here is going to beat me up," he laughed.
"You little bastard, I'll show you!" the boy said with heat. His muscles tensed. He looked like an athlete. He was at least six one and weighed one-ninety. Howard was a mere five seven, and weighed a wiry one-forty-five. It looked like a mismatch.
"Any time you're ready, big boy," Howard smiled coolly, completely relaxed. "Time this, John. I want to see how long it takes me to subdue this big oaf."
"You little pervert!" the boy shouted.
"By the way, what's your name?" Howard asked.
"Bob."
"Come and get me, Robert," Howard smiled, totally relaxed, showing supreme confidence.
The boy rushed at Howard, driving out a straight right-hand punch. Howard ducked and drove his stiff, unfolded, finger-straight hand deep into the boy's stomach. It was a devastating karate chop to the mid-section. The air whooshed from the boy, and he bent forward. As he did, Howard karate chopped him in the Adam's apple and the back of the neck, and the boy went down and out.
"How much time did that take, John?" Howard grinned as he stood over the fallen boy.
"Four seconds," John laughed.
"I must be slipping," Howard smiled. His tribe roared with glee. The remaining two boys and three girls could hardly believe what they had witnessed. Howard had defeated Bob in the time it seemed to take to blink your eyes. If you did blink, you would have missed it. "Anyone else want to try me?" Howard asked. There was no reply. "Would one of you girls like to challenge me or one of my followers--male or female?" The three naked girls shook their heads no.
Marcy stepped forward and took Howard by the arm. She looked directly into Len Kronenburg's eyes as she did.
"May I make a deal with the host?" she asked Howard.
"The host?" he questioned.
"Yes. Len Kronenburg. Okay?"
"Any deal you want to make is sacred, my dear." Marcy stared into Len's eyes. He was the biggest of the three boys. He was six four, and at least 205, solid muscle. His eyes blazed unflinchingly back into hers. She smiled at him invitingly.
"Here's the deal, Len," Marcy said. "I'll fight you, fair and square, bare-handed. If you lick me, you and your five friends have your freedom...
"Come on," he laughed without humor, "who are you kidding?"
"I'm not kidding anyone, Len," she replied with a smile. "If you can beat me, you and your friends are free."
"Hey, I'm more than half a foot taller than you, and I outweigh you by at least eighty pounds. And, I'm a man, and you're a girl. Do you expect me to believe, first, that I can't beat you? Second, that if I do something as bizarre as fighting you, a girl, and I beat you, which I'll do as simply as night follows day--that if that happens, you people will let me and my friends go free, unharmed? That's a laugh!"
"Don't be a fool, Len," Howard broke in. "It's a fair offer. A generous offer. And, as leader, I give my word that the deal that she makes with you will be honored."
"Your word means nothing to me," Len said curtly.
"What have you got to lose darling?" one of the naked girls asked Len; it was obvious that she must be his girl friend. "She's a girl, and can't hurt you or beat you. If they do keep their word, there's a way out for us... "
"I'm not going to fight a girl," he replied.
"Chivalry is not dead," Howard laughed.
"But Len, it's a chance! Take it!" one of the other girls urged.
Len seemed to waver. It was against his code of honor to fight a girl, as it was against the male code in general. He realized that their position was helpless. And, what did he have to lose?
"You wouldn't think badly of me if I beat up this girl?" Len asked the three naked, frightened girls.
"No!" the girls replied in unison, and their voices had an edge of desperation.
"Well, why not?" Len said, almost to himself. "It's not a fate worse than death... "
"Your fate is death if you lose," Howard grinned.
"There's another part to the deal," Marcy said to Len.
"Oh, here comes the catch," he smirked knowingly.
"If I beat you, you submit to me totally, and willingly suffer any act I may feel compelled to force on you, no matter how degrading," Marcy said.
"It's a deal," Len smiled. "Is it a free-for-all, anything goes?"
"Why not?" Marcy replied easily. She was showing the same ease and quiet confidence that Howard had showed moments earlier.
"Okay. Let's get it over with. I don't like the idea of fighting you--a girl," he said with contempt.
"Oh, Len, my lamb, you're in for such a surprise," Marcy smiled.
"If the surprise is that you'll whip me, yes, I will be surprised. If the surprise is that you people will go back on your word, and won't give us our freedom after I win, I won't be surprised. But, let's get on with it. Anything goes, no holds barred? Right?"
"Right, Len. And, by the way, my name's Marcy."
"All right, Marcy. This will be a first for me in more ways than one. I've never fought a girl, because I was taught as a boy that boys don't do that. And, to add to the first, I'm going to fight you--me naked, you dressed--in a very odd way--"
"If it'll make you feel any more confident and at ease, why don't you put on a pair of shorts?" Marcy grinned.
"That's not a bad idea," he replied. One of the naked girls tossed him his shorts and he put them on. Immediately, he seemed to gain confidence, as if nakedness was robbing him of dignity and composure. "Okay, Marcy, let's have a go at it. In advance, I'd like to say how sorry I am for the beating you're going to suffer. I really would rather not hurt you. But, it's the only way, I guess," he said with smug gallantry.
"Talk about male chauvinism," Marcy laughed.
"Male chauvinism?" Len repeated. "What are you, one of those women's lib girls?"
"Not at all," Marcy grinned. "Come on, Len, baby. We're wasting valuable time. Ready? Give us room."
The entire center of the room was cleared. They had a big area in which to struggle. The entire, lush area of the 18x35 oriental rug. They circled each other, in a clockwise direction. She moved with easy, catlike grace. He moved with athletic grace. When he flicked a left jab tentatively at Marcy, it was obvious that he had had boxing gloves on more than once. Marcy stepped away, and the jab flicked harmlessly over her shoulder.
"I like the way you move, Len," Marcy smiled.
"Thanks," he answered, his face stern and serious, his reply automatic.
Marcy knew, that as good as she was, she could not box him. He obviously knew how to box. He had too long a reach on her, too much weight and muscle and speed. It would be like a featherweight trying to box a heavyweight. But she had other skills, and felt no fear.
They circled, neither landing, nor really attempting to land a blow. He missed her with a careless, looping left, and she side stepped and smacked her balled fist into his neck, right in back of the ear, making his ear ring. She smiled back at him as he now looked at her with growing respect.
They jabbed, their fists flicking the air. Then he landed a solid blow to her shoulder, jarring her back. She seemed to be losing her balance as she back stepped, and he charged after her, swinging at her with a roundhouse right. She grabbed his swinging forearm, put her foot in his gut and rolled gracefully onto her back, sending him sailing in the air over her. He hit the floor with a hard thud and shook his head in surprise.
She was on her feet and moving as he came up to one knee. She kicked him in the jaw with her boot, splitting his lip, making blood splatter. His head snapped back. Before he could react, Marcy wrestled him up and heaved him over her hip, and again he smashed heavily to the floor. She leaped onto his stomach the instant he sprawled out on his back. The full weight of her body crunched into his muscled stomach, and the air whooshed out of him. Her sharp-pointed stiletto heels dug into his flesh, puncturing two holes which began to ooze blood.
He rolled over quickly to escape her, and scrambled to his feet. He spat blood and shook his head, crouching slightly as pain throbbed in his abdomen. There was shame and anger in his eyes. Now he did not advance. He stood his ground, unmoving, waiting for her to come to him, watching her warily.
She danced gracefully around him, flicking light jabs. When he extended a straight-armed jab, she cracked a karate blow to his bulging bicep, making it knot with sharp pain.
"Come on, baby, make a fight of it," she teased.
Her teasing words seemed to turn him into a raging bull. He charged after her and was tossed to the floor two more times with ease. He did not give up. He seemed wild with fury. He charged again, and, as Marcy side stepped, her pointed heel caught in the rug, and, for an instant, she lost her balance. That instant was all that Len needed.
He caught her and wrapped his arms around Marcy in a vicious, body-crushing bear hug. It looked as if he was about to crush her bones and suffocate her by squeezing all of the air from her body. Her arms waved feebly in the air as he crushed her powerfully in his arms. Her face was turning red. Her mouth was desperately sucking for air, fishlike. Her eyes were beginning to bulge. He grunted as he applied every ounce of power that his big muscles could deliver.
She jerked like a rag doll in his crushing arms, looking little and helpless. But suddenly, one of her flailing arms swept down, and she jabbed her fingers into his eyes. He howled in pain, momentarily blinded, and let her go. She fell to the floor and rolled over to her side, panting in a desperate effort to regain her breath. He was staggering around holding his eyes, like a blind giant.
Every bone in her body ached. She sucked and panted for air. Slowly she got to her feet. She moved toward him, lacking her former grace and speed, seeming sluggish. She grabbed his arm, put her legs behind his, and tumbled him to the floor. He rolled around, blinking his watering eyes, regaining his sight.
She kicked at his groin, but again her heel caught in the rug and she lost her balance. He grabbed her by the ankle and yanked, and down she went. He held onto her ankle with his big, strong hand as she tried to pull away. He crawled over to her. He swung viciously at her face, and, at the same instant as he swung, she delivered a karate chop to the side of his neck. Her blow was sharp enough to make his blow veer and just miss her face. She felt the rushing air as his big fist whistled harmlessly past her face.
She freed her ankle and leapt to her feet. She drank in more air, and seemed to be reviving quickly. As she moved, the spring came back to her legs, and grace returned to her movements. He came after her. Marcy did not have a mark on her. Len did. His lips were split and bleeding, and there were bleeding, punctured gashes in his stomach.
She retreated, avoiding his flailing fists. Then she surprised all of the onlookers by suddenly rushing right at him as he was rushing at her. He seemed surprised by her rush and he paused, uncertain, in the middle �f his charge. His hesitation was an error. She ducked low, buried her shoulder in his gut, pitched her body, straightened up hooking her arms around him, and suddenly he was lying across her shoulders as she went into a spin, spinning him round and round, and then tossing him away. He flew through the air, shouting. He hit the floor with a shattering crash and bounced, sprawling out flat on his face.
Marcy pounced on Len, driving her boot into the small of his back with pain-stabbing strength. She hooked her hands under his chin and yanked his head back. His back creaked. She was bending him backward like the letter C. As he cried out in anguish, she let go of his chin and his head flew forward like an arrow released from a bow. His face crashed sickeningly against the floor. She repeated this painful hold three more times as he howled in pain, each time releasing his chin, and the reflex action flung his face smashing against the door. Hard.
He was dazed. She dragged him to his feet. His knees wobbled. She measured him and smashed her fist into his jaw. It landed with the impact of all of her weight behind it. His head spun to the right. She caught him again on the jaw, spinning his head to the left. He was trying to get his arms up to protect himself. His eyes were glassy. The smashing of his head and face against the floor had made him see stars.
Wham! Her fist collided with his eye, closing it instantly. But she could not down him. She locked her fingers, the fingers of both hands, together, into a double fist. She swung at his face with immense power. Her twin, interlocking fists crashed into his face like a blunt hammer. Down he went, blood squirting from his broken nose. He sprawled out on his back, perfectly still, unconscious.
The entire struggle between male and female had surprisingly taken the female exactly four minutes to win. John had checked the time on his watch.
Len lay there, his nose swollen and bleeding. His split lips were bleeding. His right eye was discolored and puffed closed. The two wounds in his stomach were beginning to cake with congealed blood. He had red bruises on his body where his flesh had skidded on the floor. And, Marcy did not have a single mark on her. But, she was breathing hard.
"Well done, Marcy," Howard beamed with pride as she came back to him. He hugged her close and she smiled down at her leader from her superior height.
The girl who was obviously Len's girl friend rushed to his side instinctively to soothe him and give him aid.
"Get away from him!" Howard snarled at the girl. She looked up at him with a mixture of fright and hatred in her pretty eyes. She began to protest, but meekly got up and shrank away when Howard snapped his whip over her head.
"She hurt him!" the girl protested weakly.
"What did you expect me to do?" Marcy said sarcastically to the shrinking girl. "Was I suppose to dance the waltz with him?"
There was momentary silence in the big living-room. Len was still out cold, his broad chest heaving with labored breathing as he lay sprawled out on his back. The five remaining captives were staring from the senseless Len to the victorious Marcy with stunned, disbelieving eyes.
"Do one of you other two fellows want to challenge another one of my girls?" Howard taunted. The boys stood there in shame-faced silence. "I guess the boys are afraid of you, girls," Howard laughed, turning to his own girls. His girls laughed derisively at-the two big, strong, naked boys. "Well, Len was your chance my friends. He blew it. If he had beaten Marcy, I would have kept my word. But he lost. Look at him. He's in coo-coo land. He's blood and bruised, and Marcy hasn't got a mark on her." He turned his gaze on the three naked, cowering girls. "Girls," he said to them, "don't let anyone ever tell you that females are the weaker sex. Marcy just proved that that isn't necessarily true." The naked girls did not respond. They were scared to death. And they still found it hard to digest the fact that Marcy had pounded Len into senselessness. Except for the moments when he had her in his powerful bear hug, he had proved no match for her. To the five captives, it was not to be believed. But they had witnessed it with their own eyes.
"When Len comes to, he's mine," Marcy said.
"Right. That was the deal," Howard responded.
"What are you going to do to him?" Len's girl friend asked Marcy.
"That's of no concern to you," Marcy replied casually. "Besides, dear, you'll be too occupied to notice or care what I do to your darling," she added in a threatening manner.
"All right," Howard said to his band. "It's now open-season on snot-nosed, rich college kids."
Howard's band quickly began to close in on their five naked, frightened captives... Howard stood where he was, smiling, watching.
CHAPTER THREE
It was terrifying. Except for Marcy and Howard, the freaky band closed in on the five. Thirteen heavy whips uncoiled and snaked through the air. They cracked in the air like a string of explosions. The five tried to shrink away, but there was no escape.
Then the whips began to slash at their naked flesh. The harsh leather lashes cut and sliced and welted and gouged, tearing and wounding naked shoulders, backs, buttocks, thighs, legs, arms, chests, breasts... It was awful. The five screamed, protested and wailed as the whips struck them from every direction.
One by one, they fell to the floor, white with terror, their bodies shuddering under the explosive impact of the lashes. Howard's ruthless band was wild with sadistic lust as they thrashed the two hapless boys and three girls. Marcy had dragged the unconscious Len away from the action. And Howard stood by, his hands on his hips, a wide grin on his face, as he gloated with delight at the way in which his followers were cruelly thrashing the wealthy college boys and girls.
But, before Howard's followers destroyed the five with their whips, they wanted to take their sadistic sexual pleasure with them. They did not want to so mangle their captives' bodies that sex would be canceled.
Francie, the lovely blonde who was Len Kronenburg's girl friend, went down under the double assault of John and Harry. Jean, another of the captive girls, was decked by Bill, the third of Howard's male followers. Paula, the last of the naked girls was grabbed by four of Howard's wives. The two naked male captives were overwhelmed by six more of Howard's girls.
It began to turn into a bizarre orgy. An orgy that would be followed by torture and butchery...
It was a cruel nightmare for the five captives. Francie, Len's girl, was getting hers from John and Harry. Before raping the girl they subjected her to degrading treatment. They made Francie parade around naked before them, as they watched with greedy eyes. She was forced to walk around, turn, bend over, forwards and backwards, while at the same time she had to suffer the added humiliation of having to lewdly describe her particular charms in detail. John and Harry roared their perverted approval as Francie grimaced and blushed with shame and degradation.
As Francie suffer the indignity of describing her charms in the most lewd manner, John and Harry ran their hands freely over her luscious body. She flinched under the humiliation she was being subjected to.
"Francie, baby, John and me are gonna rape the shit outta you," Harry laughed. Francie cringed and tried to pull away from them. Harry would not let her get away, nor would John. They stared at the luscious naked curves of her fine body. They cupped her tits, pinched her buttocks and mashed their palms down at her V.
"You got a fine set of tits. Very fine. Nice and big and firm, the way I like them," John said harshly to Francie. "No sag. And nice long pink nipples. Shit, you're sure stacked, baby." And he pinched her nipples cruelly until she cried out in pain.
"I just love this girl's nipples," Harry grinned.
He put his mouth to her pink, tender nipples and sucked gently. He worked on her right nipple, John on the left. They sucked gently at first, making Francie gasp in spite of herself at the teasing thrill of two mouths working at her tits in unison... then they began to bite her nipples with little nips until she cried out in pain again and tried to push their faces away from her body.
The men laughed at her.
"She's a little hellcat. I like a girl with spunk!" Harry laughed.
They pushed Francie down roughly to the floor. John knelt over her, straddling her with his hands pinning her shoulders down so that she could not move. She wriggled in an effort to free herself, but the attempt was futile. She cursed them.
"You damn perverts! You rotten rapists!" she cried hysterically.
She kicked her feet high in the air and hit Harry on the inside of his thigh. He jumped back, startled, and then his hand lashed out and struck her cruelly on the cheek.
"I wouldn't do that again if I were you!" he spat vindictively at her. Tears of frustration and humiliation streamed down her cheeks. Around them the rest of the tribe was shouting words, crude and ugly, as they abused the other captives. Harry and John began to swat at her tits with their hands. Her tits bounced and jiggled with each hard swat, splotching with red welts. She sobbed in torment.
Harry and John leered down at her, maliciously and lustfully. She closed her eyes to block out their lewd grins. Harry dropped down between her thighs, pushing them roughly apart.
"Baby, we're gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" he snarled. She whimpered, feeling oppressed and helpless. The men gloated over the smooth, pink flesh of her pussy with its sparse thatch of blonde hair. Harry was ready, his own passion too far beyond control to bother himself with any preliminary love-making. He just wanted to be inside of her, and feel the warmth of her vaginal walls close around the throbbing hardness of his prick. He moved quickly and roughly between her wide-spread legs, running his hands coarsely over her thighs and hips, pulling apart the tender lips of her cunt like soft hair-lined curtains. And then, with one last look down at her widespread crotch, he aimed his lust-swollen cock at the tiny, fear-quivering slit between her thighs and lunged at her with all of his might.
"Aaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh! " she screamed with a long gasp of pain. Her body squirmed as if it had been impaled with the spear of a wild savage. Her pussy was dry and tight and unready. He drove into it, ripping savagely at her unready, yielding pussy lips, giving her blinding vaginal pain.
His cock tore into her and scraped against her tight, unwanting vagina and it contracted and squeezed desperately around him as if her passage were trying to force his cock out as it thundered into her. He gasped, too, at the sudden delicious clamping enclosure around his cock as he continued to frantically, brutally, push it deeper and deeper into her, forcing the warm, moist, outraged walls of her cunt away in rolling waves before the head of his battering cock.
Francie felt as if she were being torn apart inside by the vicious roughness of his entry. She bit her lower lips and rocked her head back and forth in an effort to dull the pain that racked her loins and belly.
His cock plundered her, thundering in and out of her with savage, relentless strokes. And his face, when she opened her pain-glazed eyes, was twisted into a mask of strained lust and sadism.
Her insides felt as if they were being gutted and torn apart. She cried as she suffered pain and humiliation. Hands mauled her soft tits. Nails dug into her supple tit flesh and clawed at the tiny erect buds of her nipples until she thought they would be ripped from her body. The hands on her breasts squeezed harder and harder and she knew that they would be a mass of purple, black bruises and her chest constricted with pain. It was a never-ending nightmare.
As Harry raped her outraged, pain-drenched cunt, John looked down at her mouth which was opening and closing in a fish-like way as little gasps of pain came out. He crashed his fleshy lips down hard on hers, biting her lips savagely as he thrust his cruel, tongue deep into her mouth. His tongue filled her mouth, forcing her lips open wide and her lips were sore from his sadistic biting.
Then John rammed his big, hard cock into her resisting lips, shoving it clear down to her throat, choking her. She had no choice. She had to suck it. Now her jaws ached as she sucked on the pillaging cock in her mouth, and her cunt ached as Harry's cock plowed in and out.
Jean was being fucked in her torn and bleeding asshole by the perverted Bill. His cock heaved in and out as the unfortunate girl squealed in humiliation and pain as he screwed her dog-fashion, as if she were a bitch in heat.
And Paula was being mauled by four girls at once. They chewed on her tits and nipples, denting the fleshy cones, bending the nipples, drawing beads of blood. At the same time, another girl sat astride Paula's face, forcing Paula to suck and tongue at her cunt. The fourth girl was slobbering over Paula's cringing cunt. Paula had to eat each girl in turn, and then suck and tongue each girl's asshole.
After Bill finished fucking Jean in the asshole, he made her suck on his foul-smelling, stained cock until he shot his load in her mouth. And Harry and Bill traded places, and now Francie sucked on Harry's cock, tasting the juice from her own cunt as she did, and Bill ravaged her ragged, cringing cunt, using his cock like a brutal log.
Several feet away from where Paula, Francie and Jean were being raped and ravaged brutally, the two naked men were being worked over by three girls each.
Bob was being ravished by three cruel girls. One of the girls had a dildo of immense proportions strapped around her waist. She was drilling it in and out of his bleeding asshole. At the same time he was sucking and tonguing another girl's cunt, while the third girl raked her long nails sadistically over his body, tearing out gouges of bleeding flesh.
Tom, the other captive male, was suffering a like torment at the hands of three more girls.
Marcy had Len Kronenburg all to herself. She brought him back to consciousness by pissing stinking urine all over his face. Howard came over and helped hold the dazed boy down as Marcy squatted and shit all over his chest and belly. She yanked off his shorts and wiped her ass with them. Then she rubbed the foul shorts all over his face. As she did, Howard pressed Len's hands into the foul, mushy turds which befouled his body. Len screamed as if going insane.
Now the room was filling with the musky, pungent odor of marijuana and hash as Howard's tribe lit up. They were also shooting into their veins. They were all getting high. Their captives were weak and battered and exhausted on the floor, none more sorrowful looking than Len.
Howard glanced at his watch. It was getting late. He knew that if they lingered too much longer they might become careless and leave clues behind. Drugs would dull their awareness too much. All of his tribe had glutted themselves sexually on the captives. Now was time to finish them off and leave.
Howard took over, striding to the center of the room.
"This is it," Howard said to his tribe.
Immediately, all of his followers sprang to their feet, their eyes shining with sadistic excitement.
"Now?" John asked Howard.
"Yes. We can't leave them to identify any of us can we?" Howard grinned.
"No!"
The butchery began. They began to flog the three boys and three girls ruthlessly with their whips, tearing their flesh to bleeding bits. They hit them with balls that were studded with metal spikes; the spikes punctured and gouged into the flesh.
Two girls held Francie upright as two other girls carefully mutilated her breasts with sharp knives, carving the word slut into the bleeding flesh of her right tit, and whore into her oozing left tit. Francie passed out as the knives gouged out deep strips of flesh to spell the obscene words.
Jean screamed as a tent peg of wood was driven up into her cunt. It was actually being hammered into her bloody snatch. Paula shrieked as a poker from the fire place was driven murderously up into her asshole.
Bob went white as three girls began to slice up his cock with razor blades. Tom fainted as a hot sliver of wire was driven up into the tiny slit at the tip of his cock. And Len screamed and died as Marcy cut off his cock with a big knife.
Howard finished the six off for certain, decapitating the six. Six heads, with bloody, severed necks rolled about on the blood-drenched rug. It was unspeakably horrible. Howard signalled John, and he left to get the VW bus. Then, leaving the six naked, bleeding, butchered dead bodies lying in spreading pools of oozing blood, the band, following Howard, began to sack the house. They took precious jewelry and negotiable bonds. They took money from the safe, bundles of it. They took silver. They took everything of value that they could move, and which they knew that they could fence.
After his band left the house, Howard carefully checked everything to make certain that nothing that could be traced to them was left behind. After satisfying himself, Howard went back into the living room. He looked at the six butchered, decapitated bodies with sick, feverish eyes. He threw back his head and howled like a mad wolf.
They all climbed into the VW bus and drove away. No one saw them. Back at Marko Turnoff they transferred to the cars, and drove away, at five minute intervals, dragging wire mesh behind them to obscured all tire tracks and footprints.
It was four in the morning when they all returned to the ghost town.
Now they were all high on narcotics. They were into wild mind-blasting trips. Howard was in a turmoil of emotions, as he always was after witnessing or taking part in bloody sadistic rites. He took Marcy and Ellen with him back to his own shack. Both girls were on their own drug trips, but were still aware enough to know what was going on. They knew what Howard needed from them.
With fumbling fingers the trio stripped naked.
"Christ, Marcy, that was too much when you shit all over Len," Howard laughed.
"Is she the one who did that?" Ellen laughed.
"Yeah. I did it. Shit all over him. But I pissed in his face first!"
"Too much!" Ellen roared.
"And I wiped my ass with his shorts and then rubbed his shorts in his face. Got his face all shitty, too," Marcy grinned, her eyes dilated from drugs.
"Terrific!" Ellen laughed approvingly.
"But wait, Ellen, wait till you hear what Howard did to him!"
"What did you do, Howard."
"I took his hands and squashed them right into the pile of stinky, mushy shit that Marcy dumped all over his chest."
"Oh, too much, too much!" Ellen laughed, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I wish I'd've seen that!"
"You were too damn busy fucking that guy in the ass with your dildo," Howard grinned.
"Boy, I sure threw him a mean fuck in the ass! You should have seen the way it was bleeding. If he had lived, he wouldn't have been able to shit for weeks," Ellen giggled.
"Sure did have some fun tonight, huh?" Marcy said.
"Sure did," Ellen agreed.
"And we made a terrific haul. What we stole is worth a fortune. We'll have to wait and see how the newspapers report our night of butchery, ehhh? And, I'm going to fence all of the stuff we stole tonight first thing in the morning, before all hell breaks loose when their bodies are discovered."
"When do you think their bodies will be discovered?" Ellen asked "When? Oh, in two days, I figure. We slaughtered them tonight--Friday. I doubt anyone will check on the place during the weekend. My guess is that they'll be discovered Monday, when the guard and the gardener show up. Len gave them the weekend off so he could have his little orgy--"
"He had his orgy, all right," Marcy laughed.
"Do you have any idea what they'll do to us if they ever catch us?" Ellen asked, suddenly very serious.
"They won't," Howard said confidently. "We left no clues, no fingerprints, footprints or tire tracks. We're more than thirty miles away from the house. And, no one knows we're even here. No one ever comes out this way."
"But they might, once they start their search."
"No sweat. We're just a band of wandering hippies," Howard laughed. "All of our gear--the clothes, whips and all--go into the big, waterproof trunk. And tomorrow morning we lower the trunk down into that deep well out back. Who would even dream of searching down in a well? If they don't find our things, they can't pin anything on us."
"But they can trace us through the things we stole--once you fence them."
"Nope. They guy I fence through is a bad con. A smart lawyer got him off a murder rap--a murder I know he committed. If he rats on me, I rat on him. No sweat at all. We'll unload our booty, collect the money, hide it for later use, and no one will be the wiser. I tell you, we're free and clear."
The girls gazed at Howard with open adoration and admiration. They hugged his naked body between theirs, rubbing. their lush tits against him, covering his bearded face with adoring kisses.
"That's enough talk, now," Howard said. "You know what I need now, girls."
First the girls helped him as he put a needle in his arm and shot. They waited for it to take hold of him. His eyes dilated, and a blissful smile came to his face as the stiff narcotic hit him with potent force. He was flying.
They picked Howard up and carried him over to the bed. Then, as he lay there, smiling blissfully, the girls walked away and began to whisper to each other.
"What shall we do to him this time?" Ellen asked.
"Whatever we do, let's make it good. You know how badly he needs to be tortured after he's involved in the kind of thing we did tonight," Marcy said in a hushed voice.
The girls whispered softly together, until they decided what they would do to Howard. They agreed. They moved about the room, collecting the things that they would need. They had to decided to begin the torture of Howard gently, and slowly build it in pain and intensity as the night wore on.
Howard lay there on the bed, on his blissful trip, no longer even aware that the girls were in the room with him. In fact, right now, in his narcotic dazed mind, he wasn't even in the room. He was flying through a bizarre tunnel which was drenched with dripping blood colors and infested with bulging, detached tits with nipples as long as yardsticks... cocks flew around with butterfly wings... distorted mouths oozed like obscene assholes... it was a demented, sick trip, but it was giving him a feeling of bliss...
Ellen and Marcy plugged the extension cords into the small, powerful, portable electric generator. The cords were attached to a pair of strange devices that looked like miniature tennis rackets. Instead of having netting stretched in the oval frames, as in tennis rackets, the ovals were filled with clusters of tiny glass cups. As electric pulsed through the tiny rackets, the cluster of glass cups quickly heated, until they were glowing.
Ellen held one of the odd devices, Marcy the other. Grinning, they came over to the bed. They rolled Howard over onto his stomach, and sat down on either side of him.
"It's been a long time since we've used these things," Marcy said.
"Too long. I forgot we had them," Ellen grinned.
"Me, too."
"God, Howard's really on a trip. I hope he didn't shoot to much heroin... "
"He's pretty careful. But what we're going to do to him's going to turn his trip into a bummer."
"Oh, he can take anything we can dish out. And, anyway, he needs it--"
"I know--" The girls paused, the small rackets with their glowing clusters of tiny cups hovering over him as he lay there murmuring to himself, stretched out, face down on the bed.
Marcy poised her racket over Howard's right buttocks cheek, and Ellen's was hovering over his left. The girls grinned at each other. Marcy began to slowly lower her racket, and so did Ellen. When they were no more than a finger-width from touching Howard's buttock cheeks, he began to squirm about sluggishly. Through his drug-induced fog he could feel the heat that the glowing clusters of glass cups were generating.
Ellen pressed her racket down on the flesh of his naked left buttock cheek, at the same instant that Marcy did the same on his right. They tiny clusters of hot cups began to sear his tender flesh. There was a delayed reaction. The cups burned into his taut flesh. He did not respond. Three seconds passed. Suddenly he shouted out his pain.
The girls lifted the rackets. Dozens of tiny, red, blistering rings had been branded into the outraged flesh of his ass cheeks. Howard began to thrash about sluggishly as pain throbbed. Again the girls poised the rackets and then pressed them down on the cheeks of his ass. Again there was a delayed reaction before Howard responded by howling and bucking. Again the girls lifted the hot glass cups. Four dozen tiny tiny red rings were burned into his flesh. The skin was bubbling with blisters. There were surface burns, but throbbed with intense pain.
Howard was sobbing now. The girls rolled him over onto his side. They instantly glanced down at his groin. His response to suffering had, as usual, been an enormous swelling of his cock. It quivered, hard and thick and long, its veins bulging.
"We can't roll him over onto his back--"
"No--his ass is too badly burned for that--" The girls considered the situation as they hungrily eyed his massive erection.
"Let's get him up on his hands and knees--"
"Good idea--" Ellen and Marcy heaved their moaning leader up until he was hovering on all-fours, his ass ablaze with pain; he hovered there like a puppy who had been thrashed, and if he had a tail it would be curled in fright between his legs. But, there was no curling tail between his legs; only the insolent poke of his hard-on.
Ellen and Marcy slid under their crouching leader, slithering on their backs until their faces were directly under his groins. Their eyes stared avidly at his heavy balls and stiff prick. Marcy began to sup wetly on his egg-shaped balls, sucking first one, then the other, into her mouth.
Ellen's ovaled lips ringed around the crown shaped, bulging head of his cock. She sucked, wetly, noisily. As Howard shivered on all-fours, his ass burning and stinging, the girls feasted avidly on his cock and sac of bloated, sperm-filled balls.
Then, in frustration, Marcy let his soaked balls plop out of her mouth. Ellen was sucking and chewing on his throbbing cock, and would either suck him to a climax or position herself under him and ram her cunt up onto his prick. That left Marcy too out of things to satisfy her.
She scrambled around. Howard was still wailing in a hoarse voice as the pain of the burns on his ass cheeks radiated pain. His eyes were glazed and the pupils were dilated. Marcy squirmed onto her back and laced her long legs around his neck. With her legs she drew his face down to her uptilted, wet, yearning cunt.
Ellen was still slobbering on his fuck-stick, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her head flailing. Marcy pulled Howard's head down, as she tilted her cunt up. With a final, powerful pull, her legs drew his face down to meet her up-driving cunt. His mouth met her moist cunt lips with a vicious smack.
Marcy groaned as she clamped her legs tightly around his neck, trapping his mouth against her steamy slit. Howard began to suck at her pussy, teasing her clitoris with his tongue.
Ellen finally needed more. Her mouth released his saliva-slick hard-on. She wriggled under him on her back until she was in position. Then, bucking her buttocks up from the mattress, she clamped her legs around his waist, and drove her cunt up at his dripping cock. Her pussy lips plowed up and his hard prick jerked as it drove home, his stalk spearing into her as if into the hole in a donut.
Howard's wounded ass heaved as Ellen's slippery pussy lips swallowed his cock greedily. His head bobbed as he sucked and tongued on Marcy's twat. He seemed to be little more than a device, a toy which the girls used to gain sexual satisfaction.
They stuttered through their dance of lust, their bodies heaving as they drove fitfully toward a trio of orgasms. Howard's tongue slashed and plowed into Marcy's creamy vagina and his cock pulverized Ellen's grinding cunt.
"Christ, that's good!" Ellen cried as she flailed her hips, driving her cunt in swirling circles.
Howard grunted, laboring mightily...
Meanwhile, back in the saloon, Howard's tribe was engaging in a drugged orgy of pleasure and pain. The girls, greatly outnumbering the men, were, as usual, in control...
CHAPTER FOUR
John was tossing his head. He was cursing at the top of his lungs as three girls crowded around him, holding him and abusing him. His long, greasy blonde hair was wet and tangled with sweat. The girls had stripped him. Combined, their strength surpassed his. He was helpless and at their mercy.
The girls giggled as they as they fitted a leather corset around him. It slowly tightened on his body, covering his torso from his chest down to his waist. The girls began to lace the corset up in the back. As they yanked the leather laces tightly through the metal eyelets, the corset began pressing in on him, restrictingly.
The inside of the corset was lined with hundreds of wire bristles. As the girls laced the corset to choking tightness around John, the wire bristles began to grind and cut harshly into his flesh. John's face went red and his eyes seemed to bulge as the corset was drawn tighter and tighter around him, squeezing the breath from him, constricting his breathing frightfully.
And, at the same time, the wire bristles cut and punctured his flesh. He began to bleed inside of the constricting corset. The girls knotted the leather laces, and John was a prisoner inside of the binding leather corset; breathing became difficult and painful for him. The wires that were meshed to the inside of the corset sliced and punctured, and drops of blood pulsed from the punctures and slices.
"He has a regular hourglass figure," Dotty giggled as she and the other two girls who were tormenting John stepped back to survey their bizarre, torturing achievement. John was so tightly bound up by the cruel, choking corset that he could barely lift his arms. Self defense on his part was out of the question.
"He's got such a nice shape," Laura laughed as she gazed at his body, naked except for the cinching corset which compressed his body grotesquely out of shape.
"Yes, he looks like such an inviting fuck now with his delicious, girlish shape," Jody added as she laughed along with her two companions at John's weirdly compressed body.
"The wire bristles inside are pricking at him and the corset must be making it very hot inside, too," Dotty grinned. "I'll bet he's getting prickly heat," she said, laughing at her bad pun at his expense.
"Get this damn thing off of me!" John said in a hoarse, strained voice as he coughed for shallow gulps of air.
"But why, John?" Laura teased. "You look so sexy with the corset on."
Jody, the tallest of all of the girls, was buckling a dildo around her waist. It was a monstrosity, pink and molded to the life-sized proportions of a bull-stud's cock. She was behind John, and he could not see her. His attention was focused on Dotty and Laura, who crowded in front of him, petting his limp prick with their teasing fingers and palms.
Dotty's and Laura's aim was to so distract the hapless man so that he would be unaware of Jody, who was now advancing menacingly behind him. The massive dildo wagged from the juncture of her thighs, making her look like a freak--a girl who had strangely grown a cock on her pussy mound.
Jody stood directly behind John. Wearing her boots, she was six-four, the same as John. She looked like a beautiful, voluptuous Amazon as she stood behind him, the crown of the menacing dildo quivering only a fraction of an inch from the deep crack between his naked, muscular buttock cheeks.
To further distract the corset-choked man from the movement of Jody behind him, Dotty and Laura were no busy in a bizarre way at his groin. John was gasping for breath and moaning in his anguish.
Dotty had clamped what appeared to be a silver sphere to his scrotum. The sphere was hinged. She had pried it open, and, when she did, John could see that the sphere had jagged metal teeth which fitted together when the sphere was closed. But, when Dotty released her hold, the sphere snapped closed and the jagged teeth chewed into the very top of his dangling scrotum sac, and the metal half cups closed with pressure around his balls. He growled in pain. The teeth stabbed in, tearing, and trickles of blood began to drip.
Laura had slipped a leather tube over his drooping cock. It was a fairly snug fit. And, when she began to pour water over the tube, it began to shrink and squeeze in painfully on his encased cock. The pain was now so localized, so pinpointed in John's groin, that he barely noticed the pressure of the choking corset or the harsh slicing of the wire bristles.
Then he let out a sharp, bloodcurdling wail. Jody had pressed her body up against his from the rear. She had spread his buttock cheeks wide apart with one terribly brutal yank, had thrust her hips powerfully forward, and had screwed the head of the massive dildo up into the stretched and aching elastic ring of his rectum. She impaled him, jabbing and rotating her hips with fierceness, and inch by thick long inch the dildo drilled up into his resisting, outraged rectum.
The corset constricted John's breathing. The wire bristles sliced his flesh raw. The clamping metal teeth of the balls-squeezing sphere blasted pain into his stomach. The cock-encasing leather tube, soaked with water, shrank, squeezing on his prick. And, the dildo that Jody had driven up into his asshole plowed and rampaged with murderous power, drilling painfully way up into his overstretched, overstuffed anal tunnel.
Harry and Bill, stripped naked, were fairing no better than John. They were being forced to run the gauntlet. Girls were lined up in a double file, facing each other, armed with weapons. They struck at the two men who ran, screaming, between them. It was a vicious cross fire to which the men were being subjected. The girls were swatting them with hard rubber paddles and limber hickory switches.
Again and again Harry and Bill were forced to run the gauntlet. They suffered a withering cross fire of blows. The hard rubber paddles whacked at them, severely welting their bodies. The hickory switches whistled through the air and cracked explosively against flesh, slicing the skin open. As the girls flailed the men they laughed uproariously.
The men were puffing with exhaustion. Their bodies were covered with welts, bruises and cuts.
"On your knees--down on your hands and knees!" one of the girls cried to the two hapless men.
"Now you're going to crawl through the gauntlet!" another girl shouted.
The men sank down to all fours. On command they began to crawl between the double file of girls. The girls struck down at the crawling men murderously. The hard rubber paddles rapped the mens' buttocks. The hickory switches cut into the muscular buttock cheeks. As the men, shouting with pain, crawled to-and-fro through the gauntlet, the girls flailed at them, their paddles pounding at backs, thighs, and buttocks, welting and bruising the flesh; the hickory switches swished through the air and tore into shivering skin, cutting stripes of red.
Finally, both Bill and Harry collapsed in exhaustion. Their bodies were racked with pain and their will to continue was completely used up. The double file of girls that had comprised the awful gauntlet of pain now eased apart; the girls knew that Bill and Harry could not endure another trip through the gauntlet.
One group of girls dragged Bill away, while the remainder pulled Harry off to one side. Both of the men were panting and whining in anguish. Both men were too tired and too injured to offer resistance. For the next few hours both men suffered torture, degradation and sexual humiliation at the hands of the girls, and John's fate was no better.
The next morning there was not a hint that the hideous slaughter at the Kronenburg mansion had been discovered. Shortly after dawn, Howard was behind the wheel of the VW bus. He pulled it out onto the blacktop road and drove carefully, observing the speed limits. The back of the bus was loaded with the loot they had taken from the Kronenburg mansion. Marcy and Ellen were seated in the front seat with Howard.
"I feel rotten," Marcy complained. "Why did we have to get up at this stupid hour?"
"Because we want to get rid of the loot quickly," Howard replied.
"But couldn't we have slept in a couple more hours at least?" Ellen moaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"No," Howard said quietly. "I've already talked to Stamen by phone. He's expecting us."
"Who is this--Stamen?"
"Butch Stamen. He's a friend of mine. He fences for me. He's the guy we get the narcotics from."
"Oh--You mean he pays us in drugs instead of money?" Ellen asked.
"Right. We don't need money, but--"
"--but we need drugs--" Marcy said.
"Right," Howard grinned.
"But who is this Butch Stamen, anyway?"
"Well, he's the best fence around. He can move hot goods when no one else can. He's the best--a real pro--and he controls a big drug operation, too."
"How do you know him?"
"We're old pals," Howard replied, not saying any more.
"But what will you tell him when he asks you where you got all of the stuff we've got stowed in the back--?"
"The truth," Howard said softly.
"The truth?" Ellen said surprised.
"You mean--you mean you're going to tell him--everything?"
"That's right. The whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
"But--Howard--my God--you'll be confessing murder to him!" Marcy protested.
"No sweat," Howard smiled in his quiet, saintly way.
"I--don't understand--" Ellen said shaking her head.
"I don't either--" Marcy seconded.
"It's this way. Butch and I grew up together. We've know each other since we were little kids. We've always been close friends," he said, and then he paused, and the only sound was the hum of the tires and the engine and the rush of the wind as they drove serenely along. The sun was slowly beginning to climb up over the horizon. "Do either of you girls remember, oh, about three years ago, there was a rape murder of three student nurses in Denver? Do you remember that? It was a big sensation in the papers and on TV--"
"Yes--yes! I remember!" Ellen said thoughtfully.
"Yes--I remember that, too. My God, how could you forget it? It was splashed all over the papers. Let's see--somebody raped those three girls repeatedly and then strangled them--and then mutilated their naked bodies with a razor so badly that it was hard for them to even identify the dead girls--"
"That's right," Howard said. "It was a sensational crime. And, if you'll remember, they never solved it--they never caught the rapist-murderer."
"No--they didn't, now that I think about it--" Ellen said.
"But what's that got to do with Butch Stamen?" Marcy asked.
"Butch Stamen was the rapist-murderer of those three girls," Howard said simply.
"No!" Ellen and Marcy said in unison as they stared at Howard's serene face with wide eyes.
"Yes," Howard smiled.
"But--how--?"
"I'll explain. And what Fm about to tell you stays with you--on pain of death. Understand?" The girls nodded silently. "Butch has always been a lady's man. He's a stud. A skilled lover. Greatest makeout artist I've ever seen operate. Well, one of his drug contacts was at a hospital in Denver--a chick he'd been romancing. He'd been fucking her silly.
"Anyway," Howard continued, "it seems these three student nurses were hanging around at a bus stop in front of the hospital when Butch came out. He struck up a conversation with them, and offered them a ride back to their apartment, which they accepted. Well, as I said, Butch is quite a lover. He got up in their place and began to charm the panties off of the three of them at the same time--"
"But I thought he raped them?" Ellen interrupted.
"That's what the papers said. Butch didn't rape them. He seduced the three of them at the same time," Howard smiled.
"Seduced three girls at once?" Ellen said. "Lordy, he must be some lover! How did he pull that off?"
"In his own skilled, incomparable way," Howard replied. "The details of his seduction of the three girls at once aren't important. But he did ball those three girls for hours--from four in the afternoon until two in the morning--"
"How could he?" Marcy asked. "No man has the stamina to screw three girls steadily for ten straight hours! "
"Butch has. He's the greatest stud the world has ever known. Knowing Butch the way I do, he undoubtedly exhausted those three girls and still was raring to go. He fucked their pussies raw, and still got hard-ons. He's really something else--" Howard said, smiling as he thought of Butch Stamen with admiration.
"Is this the truth, or are you putting us on?" Ellen asked.
"Oh, it's the truth," Howard answered.
"How do you know this?" Marcy asked.
"Butch and I used to share an apartment in Denver, then. About three in the morning he burst into the apartment, waking me up. He was agitated. He'd come straight back to the apartment from slaughtering those three girls."
"What happened?"
"I'd never seen Butch in such a state. He was sweaty. And he had blood smeared all over his clothes. Without me even asking, he blurted out the whole gory story. It took me awhile to quiet him down."
"But why did he kill the girls?"
"Well, as Butch told the story, he began to get into sadism as the night progressed. Butch is quite a sadist. At first the girls didn't complain. They seemed to like it, as if it was a new thrill. But as he got deeper into sadism, really began to hurt them, the girls began to rebel."
"Rebel? How?"
"They told him to stop. When he didn't, they threatened to call the police. Butch laughed at them and began to bat them around. The girls got hysterical. They began to call him names. Butch didn't like that. And then the three girls rushed him and tried to overcome him. That tore it. Butch saw red and went crazy. He strangled them one at a time. He was in a mad rage. He killed them and then fucked their dead bodies. And then he got a razor from their bathroom and carved them up--"
"And you know this about him--" Marcy said, shaking her head.
"Yeah. I wouldn't rat on him. And you girls better never repeat a word of what I told you, understand? I never told anybody about it before. Okay? Okay. Well, you see, Butch owes me for never ratting on him. And, on top of that, we're long-time pals. He's become a big operator since those days."
"And the police never got wind of him?"
"No. He had no record. Neither did I. He obviously didn't leave anything behind that they could trace to him. And no one remembered seeing him either pick up the girls, go into their apartment or leave. He was lucky. I burned and buried his clothes. We lay low for a couple of weeks in Denver, and then we blew town. We didn't want to leave right away for fear that if they had anything on Butch, his running away would look suspicious. I was his protection. I was willing to swear that we'd spent the night together."
"Quite a story," Marcy said. "I hope the police have no more luck tracing us than they did Butch."
"But won't they be able to trace the stolen things back to Butch and us?" Ellen asked.
"No. Butch is a good fence. He has solid contacts who know how to keep their mouths shut. But that's why I want to unload the loot quickly. The longer we wait to unload it, the better the chance it can be traced. Dig?"
"Yes," Ellen said.
They were entering town. They drove very slowly through the deserted, sleepy streets. Howard turned into an alley and drove up to a huge door. He beeped his horn three times, and the door slid up and open. It was a warehouse. He drove into it and parked the bus. They got out.
Butch Stamen came toward Howard and the girls, smiling. He was tall, 6'4", and had the build and movements of an athlete. He was strikingly handsome and rugged, with the kind of eyes that made girls squirm. Marcy and Ellen understood, as soon as they saw him, why he had success with girls. He gave off sexual vibrations in a way that few men do. He was unique and compelling.
They shook hands and Howard introduced Marcy and Ellen to Butch. He kissed the girls' hands, and it seemed natural and gallant to the girls and they liked it, suddenly feeling very feminine. Butch had a devastating effect on girls of all ages.
"It's good to see you again, Howard, old buddy," Butch smiled with genuine affection.
"Ditto," Howard grinned back.
"Let's get the business over with first, huh?" Butch said. "Then we'll have time to socialize, and I'll have the pleasure of getting to know these two lovely girls," he smiled. Marcy and Ellen smiled back at him, feeling the heat of his seductive force, and liking it. "Let's have a look at the loot."
He got into the back of the bus and slowly looked over the haul. When he came out he whistled.
"Howard my friend, that's the genuine goods. It's worth a fortune. Level with me. Where'd you get it?"
"Ever hear of the Kronenburgs?"
"Sure. Who hasn't? This stuff is from their mansion?"
"It is."
"When did you take it?"
"Last night. Listen Butch. You've got to move it quickly and quietly. Use only your most trusted contacts."
"Yeah. I understand."
"No, you don't," Howard said.
"Got more to tell me about the job you pulled last night?"
"I do. And don't worry about the girls. We can talk in front of them. They were there last night with me."
"Okay, Howard, Shoot."
"When we got there, the son--the Kronenburg boy--was having a party--an orgy."
"Do tell?" Butch laughed.
"Three guys and three girls. Naked as jaybirds and fucking and sucking like crazy when we came on the scene."
"Beautiful!" Butch grinned.
"It wasn't beautiful for them. We gave them a rough time--"
"Sadism?"
"That's right. Tortured them pretty badly."
"That's not too smart. They can rat on you."
"No, Butch, they can't. We killed all six of them."
"Do tell," Butch said quietly, frowning.
"Yup. Slaughtered all six of them. Chopped them up pretty badly. They won't be discovered until Monday. I know that. Had the place cased. The help had the weekend off, and the elder Kronenburgs are away."
"I see. Okay," Butch said calmly, as if Howard's confession meant nothing to him. "Now I see why you want me to move quickly and discreetly. Can do. Don't worry. Do you want the usual payoff?"
"Yes. The usual. It'll be a big payoff, seeing as how much it's all worth."
With Howard's help, Butch busied himself sorting and cataloging the items. Each was removed from the back of the VW bus, and then Butch coded and marked them, making entries in a ledger book. Butch worked with swift professional efficiency. Finally, the bus was empty, and the cataloguing, coding and marking was completed, and the items were stacked in orderly bins.
With Butch leading the way, they filed into his office. After making certain that Howard, and especially the girls, were comfortable, Butch attacked the telephone. There is no other way to describe the way he operated over the phone.
He'd vigorously dial a number. As soon as he made the connection with his party, Butch began his persuasive pitch. As a professional fence, he talked in a kind of code to his contacts. Without actually saying so, Butch conveyed to his contacts that the merchandise was very hot, and had to be moved quickly and with the utmost secrecy. No trail could be left for tracing the merchandise back to Butch, and ultimately back to Howard and his tribe.
For a full half-hour Butch stayed on the phone, dialing and coaxing and commanding. And then, for the last time, he hung up the phone. His performance could match that of any major corporate executive. He relaxed in his swivel chair behind his desk, made a steeple with his fingers, and smiled expansively at Howard and the girls, exuding charm.
"Well," Butch sighed, "everything's taken care of.
By three this afternoon every item that you brought will be out of here."
"Excellent," Howard smiled. "I knew I could count on you, Butch."
"If you can't count on me--and I can't count on you, Howard--who in the world can either of us count on?"
"Exactly," Howard agreed.
Marcy and Ellen followed Butch with their eyes as he got up and walked around to the front of his desk. He was so virile--as if he would always be the bull of the herd. The girls were drawn to his blatant maleness, and he responded to their obvious attraction casually and directly.
He had, as far as Marcy and Ellen were concerned, everything going for him: he was handsome and big and ruggedly masculine; he was charming, easygoing, affable and supremely self-confident. There weren't many females who could resist such a combination of male assets. And certainly Marcy and Ellen couldn't.
"Well, folks," Butch smiled, "things won't begin popping around here for two hours. If you have no pressing appointments, please join me... " With those words he pressed a concealed button, and a section of the office's wall slid away. He walked through the opening, and Howard, Marcy and Ellen followed. They could hardly believe their eyes. Here, in the bowels of a dismal warehouse was an opulent room that looked fit for Turkish harem maidens. The decor was Near-East; no belly dancer's dwelling could match it. It was lavish. It reeked of seduction. It was like entering another world, a world in which harem girls sought to please their sheik.
"It's--marvelous," Ellen said softly.
"Where are the harem girls?" Howard laughed.
"Right here," Butch replied, nodding at Ellen and Marcy. "If you don't mind... " he added with meaning, looking into Howard's eyes.
"Marcy? Ellen? Do you mind being Butch's harem maidens?" Howard asked, smiling at the girls. "It's up to the two of you."
There was a long pause.
"Do you have harem girl's costumes for us?" Ellen asked Butch.
"The only costume you'll need will be your skin," Butch replied.
"Oh--" There was another long pause. The door slid closed, and now they were closeted in the seductive room. The girls looked at Butch. He stood there, smiling at them, his hands hooked in his belt, his fingers pointing down toward his groin. The girls' eyes involuntarily followed his pointing fingers... down... and they saw his long thick cock boldly outlined by his tight trousers.
The girls stared at him. They were impressed by his physical presence. He was so handsome and so big and brawny, and so very very male. The girls could see that his cock was not swollen into an erection. But it was impressively large, and they wondered secretly if he was wearing a falsie. It looked too big to be real.
Butch tilted his pelvis, thrusting his hips forward suggestively. The girls' eyes again went automatically to his crotch. They had difficulty tearing their eyes away from his brazenly outlined hugeness.
"Well girls?" Butch smiled.
Then the girls saw that his prick was beginning to rise. The sight of the hardening, growing bulge made their throats go dry.
"I'd really like to fuck the two of you," Butch said in a soft voice. "Yes, I'd like that very much. And the two of you would enjoy it. Just looking at the loveliness of the two of you gives me a hard-on, as you can see."
"Yes," Ellen said dryly. "I see... "
"Can't... miss it... " Marcy added softly.
He jacked his hips forward and his total erection shocked the girls' eyes. The hard, gigantic thrust of his cock stood out, pushing the fabric of his tight trousers to the limit, like some impossible thing. Neither girl had ever seen a man bigger in arousal.
"These trousers are choking me," Butch said.
Without ceremony he dropped his trousers. They fell to his ankles and he kicked them away. He was not wearing shorts. He was naked from the waist down. His big, rigid prick swayed.
"Pretty big, isn't it?" he smiled to the girls.
"Yes... " Ellen said.
"Very big ..Marcy said.
"It feels better now that my pants aren't choking it. But I know how it can feel much, much better. It would feel just marvelous inside of your pretty pussies." He paused. "What do you say, girls?"
"I--" Ellen started. Marcy was as if speechless. The girls' eyes were glued to his enormous erection. It made Howard's equipment seem toy-sized, and Howard had plenty.
"Yes, I think my cock will feel just grand once it's buried warmly in your sweet cunts," Butch said seductively. "It'd also feel great to have your lovely lips sucking on it, girls. Hell, we can't let this hard-on go to waste, girls. I don't think either of you have ever had one as big as mine. Now, what do you say, girls?"
There was a long pause.
CHAPTER FIVE
Then, after a long pause, Ellen said: "I've never seen one as big as yours, Butch."
"Neither have I," Marcy agreed.
'Til make the two of you feel more wonderful than you've ever felt before." He pointed to his enormous cock. "It'll do the both of you real justice, I promise. I've never seen girls as beautiful as the two of you."
"You're so big... I don't believe it... " Marcy said.
"It doesn't seem real... " Ellen said.
"Feeling is believing, girls, if seeing isn't," Butch grinned.
He took each girl by the hand. He directed their hands toward his thrusting hard-on. Their fingers closed unconsciously around his long, thick shaft. Their fingers barely made it the way around. And with two hands on his cock, there was still room for more.
"It's so big and thick," Ellen said with awe.
"It's enormous," Marcy said with wonder as her fingers, like Ellen's, measured the dimension of his trunk-like cock.
"I can barely get my fingers all the way around it," Ellen sighed.
"Neither can I," Marcy breathed deeply.
The girls squeezed and Butch grunted and grinned.
"Well, girls, I want more than a hand-job," Butch smiled. "Either suck it or fuck it."
"It's so huge. How would I ever get my lips around it?" Ellen asked.
"If you put it into me, it'd split me in two," Marcy said.
"Don't worry. The two of you'll love it. Now, what'll it be? A fuck? A suck? Or nothing?"
The girls looked at him submissively, their fingers still eagerly squeezing on his huge, hard cock. Both Howard and Butch knew that the girls were seduced.
The eyes of both girls glazed over. They felt feverish desire; it licked over them like a blazing torch. Without another moment's hesitation Max pulled Ellen tight up against himself and kissed her, his tongue stabbing between her warm, moist, parted lips. His big hands clasped her firm, rounded buttocks. He pulled her against himself and her body arched hotly against him. His kiss seared her. The strength and violence of his kiss was stronger than any she had ever experienced. She was a goner.
Butch released Ellen and squeezed Marcy tightly to himself and seared her lips with his, his tongue spearing deep into her mouth. She went weak instantly. Her arms went around him and her nails scratched at his back. Her tongue answered his. She sucked on it heatedly. Shivers of warmth suffused her limbs. The brutal, direct violence of his approach shattered her. The rough demanding masculine power that he exerted over her excited her beyond recall.
Butch broke the kiss and gently pushed Marcy away. He stared at them both, lust stabbing from his eyes. Both girls were shaking like innocent maidens, breathing hard. They stood there before him, rooted, trembling. Their eyes fastened hotly on his huge, naked prick. They could not believe the size of it. Butch saw where the girls' eyes were fixed, and saw the hunger in their eyes, saw their pink tongues flick out nervously to wet their lips unconsciously.
"You're both the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I can't choose between you, you're both so very lovely," he leered. "It's going to be a joy to lay the both of you."
He savored the look of helpless desire that the girls could not conceal.
"Strip!" he commanded.
Meekly, the girls obeyed. Howard sat in a pile of cushions and watched avidly. He didn't mind Butch taking over his wives. He enjoyed watching this master operate. They were both down to their panties now.
"Damn! " Butch grunted with eager admiration as his eyes devoured the girls' full, firm, pink-tipped, swaying tits. "Fantastic! Never saw two more matchless pairs of tits in my life. He walked up to the girls. As if in instinctive unison, both girls reached down and grasped his hard-on, delicately curling their fingers around his massive prick. Ten slender fingers, five belonging to Ellen, five belonging to Marcy, curled and caressed over his huge shaft, savoring the heavy feel of his throbbing cock.
As the girls stood close to him, their hands shamelessly, eagerly caressing his cock, Butch stared at their bare, proud, firm tits. He stared at the hard, extended, cherry nipples. He circled his forefingers over the girls' nipples, slowly.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Yes... " the girls hissed together, closing their eyes, tightening the grip of their caressing hands on his shaft.
Butch smiled and knelt before Marcy first. She trembled and gasped as he slowly ran his hands down her superb legs. As his hands moved, his tongue followed, tracing a hot, damp line of desire down, down the inner line of her thighs and calves. He repeated the gesture with Ellen, working his lips and tongue down, down, till he was kissing over her ankles and instep and then his tongue was slipping titillatingly between each of her toes, roiling over her arch and instep, just as he had moments before done the same to Marcy. Both girls were weak in the knees and their eyes rolled back.
One at a time he slowly drew the girls' panties down. He treated both girls the same way as he did. He kissed and tongued the soft skin of their heaving stomachs as he pulled the panties down. Down, down, his tongue traveled into the soft forest and soft valley of their Vs. And then both girls were naked. They stood there, gazing back at him. Now the three of them were naked.
"Who's first?" Butch grinned.
"I'll flip a coin. Heads it's Ellen, tails it's Marcy," Howard laughed. He flipped a coin. "Heads. You're it, Ellen." Ellen smiled seductively and eagerly. Marcy looked shattered and disappointed as she stepped back and waited and watched.
Butch took Ellen into his strong arms. His huge hands moved down her arching back. He kissed her, less violently, more artfully, his hands cradling and pressing into her smooth, firm, naked buttocks, pulling her closer in against his hard belly and harder cock.
As he kissed her and pulled her close his fingers strayed into the deep cleft between the twin halves of her perfectly rounded buttocks, and slid up and down teasingly deep in the hot valley.
"Oh, God--" she whimpered.
Ellen gave herself up to the strange tingling that his finger was giving her behind. The kiss got deeper. She sucked heatedly on his tongue when it drove deep into her mouth. His tongue curled around hers and the kiss got deeper and wilder. When it broke, she was gasping for air.
Ellen was out of control. She was burning and throbbing with need. She could feel the jab and shove of his massive cock as he rubbed it against her naked thighs.
Suddenly, Butch pulled himself away from her. The shock of his body leaving hers shattered her completely.
"No! Come back to me!" she cried, desperate in her need now. She was utterly lost, utterly his.
"You want me, Ellen, honey?"
"Oh, yes!"
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes!"
"Say it. Say you want me to fuck you."
"I want you to fuck me."
"Say please."
"Please! Please fuck me!" she said, her throat dry, her need overpowering, not caring how he humbled her.
She stood there, every inch of her fabulous, naked body trembling, and begged him to take her with her eyes. He was immense in every way. He was a stud, a real stud, bigger than she believed a man could be. The gigantic thrust of his hard cock made her go dry in her throat. It made her squirm. She both feared it and lusted for it.
Marcy and Howard watched the sensual drama with eager, hot eyes.
Butch saw the lusting fascination in Ellen's eyes. He reached down and cupped the heaviness of his cock in his hand and walked toward her.
"Want to kiss my cock?" he asked, leering.
"Yes!"
He took another step toward her. Her eager hands reached out and pushed his hand away and her two hands fully grasped his prick, her ten fingers curling tightly.
"Oh, Butch, your prick is sooo big... so fantastic, so unbelievably big," she sighed.
For a moment they remained that way. Ellen held his swollen prick in her two eager hands, pressuring her fingers tightly, then relaxing, then pressuring again, her grasping hands moving up and down around the entire length of his cock. She marveled at its size and hardness. As Marcy watched Ellen enviously, she licked her lips hungrily.
Ellen dropped to her knees. She stared at his cock intently as she still held it tight in the clutch of her lusting hands. As Butch watched with pleasure, Ellen wet her lips, parted them, and moved her lovely face forward. She flicked out her tongue and drove it delicately at the gland opening at the tip. of the hard, red head of his swollen cock. She lapped a moist drop of seminal fluid avidly. Then her lips parted and her head dove forward.
But before her straining lips could encompass his huge cock, Butch pulled back, away from her seeking lips, away from her grasping hands. Ellen looked up at him as she knelt before him, between his wide-spread legs. There was surprise on her lovely face. She was dazed with desire.
"Oh, Butch, please let me!" she begged.
"No. Not now."
"Please, Butch? Please let me suck it?"
"Later, baby, later."
"Why won't you let me blow you?" she asked, completely lost in a swamp of desire.
"We've got other things to do first, Ellen, baby," Butch said as he looked down at the kneeling, begging girl.
"What--?" she started to say, but she never finished her question. He was on her before she knew what was happening. She was on her back on the floor, lying in a soft heap of pillows, his heavy body covering her. His attack was quick and savage, and the fierce drive of his ravenous kiss devastated Ellen. She responded savagely. When the kiss broke she sank her teeth into his muscular shoulder. And then his lips and tongue and teeth were at her smooth throat, moving over the pulsing hollow of her neck, over her ears. His hands caressed her swollen tits. Ellen moaned with utter delight and clasped his head. She directed him, and his questing mouth moved across the quivering flesh of her breasts. His lips and tongue and teeth teased her throbbing nipples.
"Ohhh sooo good--" she moaned as she squirmed beneath him. "Suck my tits. Suck my nipples--" she cried in delirium.
Butch moved from one tit to the other, nibbling and nipping with his teeth, flogging with his tongue over the aroused pink tips. He began to suckle on her hard nipples, driving gasps from Ellen, making her hips worm wildly against him.
She felt the heated bump of his great hard cock against her pussy mound. Her cunt was hot and creamy and ready. She split her thighs wide apart and tried to trap his driving cock with the slippery lips of her cunt.
Ellen was so excited that breathing was becoming difficult. Her eyes were misted over with tears of desire. Butch's lips moved down to her stomach and his tongue stabbed into her navel. She cried out wildly. Then his mouth was kissing fleetingly over her V, his tongue touching her warm, moist pussy, making her spread her thighs wider apart.
"Eat me!" she screamed lewdly, gone mad with lust.
Butch didn't answer. He lingered only a minute, nosing in her soft pussy, tongue dipping along the wet, heaving crack. And then he moved down and away, teasing her. She cried out but he ignored her. He covered her thighs and calves with kisses, then her feet, each toe, the arch, the instep. He turned her over on her stomach and started a tingling trail of kisses up the long, lovely column of her legs, up to the twin swelling curves of her ass, there to nip and kiss, finally to sweep his tongue deeply along her back cleft.
"Oh, God! That's wonderful and weird! I love it!" Ellen cried as he tongued the crack of her ass.
And then Ellen felt herself being turned over again. She lay on her back, breathing raggedly. Marcy was panting with desire as she watched, feeling up her own tits unconsciously. Howard, as he watched, had a big boner in his pants.
"P-please--don't tease me anymore--" she begged.
"I'm going to eat you and then fuck you," Butch laughed.
"Yes! Anything! Eat me! Fuck me! Anything!" She was helpless. She was his completely, and Butch gloried in this knowledge. And Marcy would be next. And Butch knew that Marcy wanted him desperately, too.
His mouth began to feast over her smooth, widespread flawless thighs. She spread her legs wide apart as he kissed the warm inner thighs. And then his mouth was on her pulsing cunt. He sucked over the pink, pursed lips of her creamy, heaving pussy.
"Eat me!" she cried.
Butch laughed and chewed over her fur-lined pink trench.
"Ugggg!" she grunted.
Ellen arched her loins up, trapping his face between her thighs. She lifted her buttocks up off the pillows with all of her strength, driving her pussy at his questing mouth. She moaned ceaselessly beneath him.
Butch placed one thumb on either side of her pink slit, and spread the tender lips slowly apart. He stared closely and hungrily at the moist flesh of her juicy cunt. He saw her clitoris throbbing above the opening of her cunt lips. Ellen shut her eyes as she felt his lips on her wet pussy. Her cunt was open and a vulnerable, defenseless target.
She lay beneath him panting like a naked, lusting Venus. The wet contact of his mouth sent a hot lick of fire through her and she reached down and locked her hands in his hair. Butch, enjoying her total surrender, hungered his lips over the V of her mound, spreading her soft pubic hair with his fingers so that he could more easily flick his lizard-like tongue into the moist slit of her vagina.
Ellen sobbed as she felt his tongue dance over the tiny bud of her sensitive clitoris. She lay there sprawled on her back, Butch's face buried between her thighs, eating her pussy. The moist, pink flesh of her creamy cunt was his to devour at will. He buried his tongue along the slippery lips of her pulsing pussy. Ellen jerked and sobbed. Her ass began to grind as he assaulted her slit outrageously, expertly.
"Ohhhh! God! Ahhh!" she whimpered as his head began to rock over her pussy trench.
His tongue speared in and out of the hot, wet, dilated lips of her pussy. Pleasure rippled deep inside of her as she buffeted her cunt against his eating mouth. As he ate her he reached up with his hands and took hold of her tits and began to violently roll the hard nipples between his fingers, making her sob.
Tears of joy welled in her eyes as she thrashed beneath his questing mouth. He sucked her cunt wildly. His tongue tortured her pussy.
"Aaagggghh!" she grunted.
His hot flicking tongue licked without mercy over the lips of her cunt. Then his hands moved away from her breasts and down to grip her heaving buttocks. His strong hands gripped her buttocks and he lifted her arching body up closer to his violently torturous mouth. Ellen was nearly mad. Her hips gyrated frantically, and her hands grabbed and held and pushed at his head, urging it closer, deeper to her pulsing clit.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "Heaven, it's heaven!"
She tossed with frantic rhythm, her buttocks pounding up and down. His tongue licked over the creamy lips of her cunt, stabbing deeply. The stiff spear of his tongue made her cry out. She was deliciously impaled on his drilling tongue.
And then, without warning, his stabbing tongue brought a startling convulsion to Ellen. She went off like an explosion and felt as if she were being hurled over the edge of madness. The climax was gigantic and complete.
Butch lapped up every drop of her come cream, smearing his face over her heaving mound, dipping his stiff tongue in and out, in and out. He could feel her inner contractions with his tongue. She screamed and groaned and tossed her buttocks, but Butch stayed with her, licking up the cream of her finish.
As he lifted his face from between her yawning thighs she lay there, feeling warm and drowsy and satisfied. She glanced and saw his cock was still hard and ready.
"I'm going to fuck you silly," he grinned.
"Your cock is so big! It'll tear me in half!"
"And you'll love it, baby."
"Ohhh--"
"Say please!"
"Please fuck me, Butch! Kill me with that big cock of yours! Ruin me! Rip me in two! Fuck me! Please!" she begged insanely.
His lips covered hers and she felt the searing fire of desire throughout her twitching body. His hand took hers and pushed it down between them, and then she was again grasping his hard, quivering, giant prick, feeling it, measuring its fantastic size.
She heard a deep, husky moan come from him as her hand moved feverishly up and down on his swollen prick.
"Stick it in me, please--please!" she begged.
His lips sucked her tits, licking, sucking, spreading fire through her veins. Ellen clung to Butch, screaming her desire. He made passionate love to her tits. Her passion for him was out of control as her own hand wildly manipulated his gigantic cock.
"Now!" Butch grunted. "All the way. I'm going to fuck you out of your mind! " Ellen was filled with terror for an instant. He wasn't built like a normal man. He was built like a bull. But she whimpered, wanting him, and arched her body toward him, her fingers slipping as she tried to seize his cock harder, guide it for the ultimate thrust.
Ellen gave an amazed gasp. Butch lifted her higher, cradling her buttocks. And then... the searing thrust...
"Agggrrrhhh!" she grunted.
It wasn't possible! She cried out. The pain was too much. The tight, slippery lips of her cunt were stretched to the limit by the hard knob of his piercing cock. Ellen sobbed and clung to him as he began to force his cock slowly for entry. He controlled her movements with his hands as they cradled her buttocks. He weaved her hips, directing his first short, gentle, probing strokes into the lips of her stretched pussy.
The first strokes were slow and short. She now felt numbness between her thighs. The lips of her cunt were being plowed apart, wider and wider. Her cunt cringed and gave way. In it drove. The intense pain began to fade. And then she felt a most exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt his huge prick filling her, pressing, grinding, poking deeper and deeper.
She felt him filling her more completely than she believed possible. It went in so deep she thought it would push all of the way in... and up and out of her mouth. His cock was buried way up inside of her, all the way to the hilt.
Ellen wrapped her limbs around his waist and began to grind her hips in rhythm with him. She screamed, not even hearing the sound. She lashed her pussy at him. She scissored her legs more tightly around him.
"You're killing me!" Ellen screamed.
"But you love it!"
"Oh, God yes!"
With a cruel smile on his face Butch fucked Ellen silly. His cock disappeared between her wide-spread thighs. He rammed it in, raping her pussy with his huge, swollen cock.
His slippery, rock-hard cock shot in and out, rotating, plowing at Ellen's violated pussy. He was fucking her to within an inch of her life.
She came as he plundered her, nearly blacking out from the fantastic sensations that his huge, battering cock was giving her, and he continued to plunder her cunt, ignoring her screams of release. She was nearly unconscious when he finally removed his dripping cock from her. She lay there, spent, sobbing, gasping for breath, completely vanquished and used up. He got up, as if nothing had transpired. He turned to Marcy who bit her lip and trembled, her emotions in a riot from witnessing the way he had violently plundered Ellen.
He didn't bother with too many preliminaries with Marcy. She was so hot and steamed up, that loving her up would be a waste of time. He rudely dumped her onto her back in the pillow next to the used-up Ellen.
And down on her he plunged, his cock, still ramrod stiff tearing into her cunt. She shivered and screamed in awful pain as his cock forced her cunt lips too wide open. The pain pounded in her brain, and she didn't think she could survive the entry of his enormous cock.
She was impaled like an insect on a spike. His throbbing cock moved in and out in her cunt. The gaping hot mouth of her pussy was choked with the gigantic fullness of his cruel cock.
"Ohhhhh!" she sobbed as the elastic-like lips of her pussy gulped and popped as his rigid cock raped her wet cunt. His balls slapped hard against the rounded half moons of her rotating ass.
It was torture and it was glorious for Marcy, just as it had been for Ellen. Never before had she been so wild and half-crazed by fucking. He hammered his cock in and out of her pulsing pussy and she hammered back, feeling his piercing power driving her, drilling her.
As he drove his cock rhythmically, cruelly, into the wetness of her puckered, creamy pussy, he reached between her buttocks and dipped the tip of his finger into the crevice of her anus.
"Ahhhggghh!" she sobbed.
As he played his finger in the crack of her ass he could feel a tiny river of warm moisture running into her ass-crack from her pussy. The cream from her impaled pussy lubricated the tightly puckered little hole of her ass. The lubrication made it easier for him to push his finger in as he continued to fuck her in the cunt with his cock.
"It hurts!" she cried as she felt herself being doubly impaled.
Then there was a little pop and the ring gave away and his finger slid in to the joint. She leaped at the penetration. He began to fuck her heedlessly with his finger in her asshole. He double-fucked her in rhythm, finger in asshole, cock in pussy.
The pain of his fucking finger burned Marcy, but after a moment she began to screw her ass back at his finger until he drove his finger all of the way in. She moaned. His cock was deep in her wet vagina, tearing away at her pussy lips. His finger was deep in her rectum. There was so little separating the two holes--his cock screwed her only a breath away from where his finger was screwing her. She gave herself up to the weird feeling of being ravished in the ass and the cunt at the same time.
"Fuck! Fuck me with your cock! Fuck me with your finger! Kill me!"
'Til fuck you out of your skin, you beautiful bitch!"
"Yes! Do it! Fuck me like crazy!"
His balls slapped wildly against her heaving ass as he jabbed his prick in and out of her raped pussy. They were both now on the edge of their finish. She could feel his cock growing and expanding inside of her until she was certain, hysterically certain, that it was going to burst her wide open. She felt the beginning throb of her own finish coming quickly over her.
"I'm coming!" she cried.
"Me too, you beautiful fucking machine!"
"Fuck me you stud!"
"Move your ass!"
"Ohhhhh! Good!"
"Yes!"
"Hurt me! Hurt me bad! " He knew she was as close to coming as he was. She was gripping him tightly with her strong thighs. She was gurgling and cooing and cursing, urging him on.
And then she jackknifed her legs and kicked them in the air wildly and raked her nails deep into the flesh of his back and bit his shoulder savagely with her teeth.
Mercilessly he jabbed his cock in and out. She cried out, mumbled obscene words and pounded his jerking back with her heels. Her eyes rolled back and her lips curled away from her teeth as her face strained and contorted.
She squirmed her crotch in an uninhibited dance of abandon as she thrilled to the throbbing prick in her hole and the stab of his finger in her rectum.
He thrust his hips forward and back with blinding speed as she sobbed and moaned. His prick plowed like a drenched tree trunk, ripping and pushing at the tender flesh of her vaginal walls. His balls smacked heavily on her upturned, heaving ass cheeks. He felt his cock tightly ensheathed in the soft clinging suck of her cunt lips.
"Aggg," she sputtered.
"Hold on, baby! Your cunt's gonna get a thrill like it's never had before!"
"Auuuggghhhghhgg!" she gulped.
He flexed over her with fierce rhythm, drilling her tender pussy, nailing her to the pillows on the floor with his giant cock. It burned deep inside of her cunt. It was beginning to happen now. She was screaming now as she heaved beneath him, hopelessly impaled between his hard cock and his jabbing finger in her asshole. She moaned and mewed and twisted and squealed in abandon as he ravished her.
He felt her cunt grasping his cock tightly and then he began to feel the warm wash of the wet sticky come of her all over his driving cock. Her cunt sucked on his prick like a hungry, hot mouth. He throbbed and his cock shot thick jets of come deep into her.
She screamed and grunted as she came. He pounded her wildly, fountains of his come spewing into her as her cream poured out and dripped over the lips of her clasping, throbbing pussy.
She screamed and clung to him, writhing as the hot jets bathed her insides. She shrieked at the top of her climax and then blacked out, just as Ellen had. Her body continued to fuck even though she was unconscious. It was beautiful agony and madness, it was glorious, totally breathtaking. She had never had it better.
But he did not let up. He moved to Ellen again and began to eat her cunt avidly. She sobbed and heaved, giving up to him. As soon as Marcy came to her senses, he began sucking both girls' cunts at the same time, diving his head first between Ellen's thighs, and then between Marcy's. He tongued and mouthed the girls until they both climaxed.
Then, as Marcy and Ellen lay panting, exhausted, spent, sprawled on their backs, their thighs yawning wide apart, Butch went to work on both of them simultaneously. He plunged his massive cock into one, came out, plunged into the next. He leaped to and fro from Marcy to Ellen, spearing one cunt, then the other, with fantastic skill and speed. The girls whined and bucked as he screwed them. And, in this way, he brought both of the girls to yet another climax. Howard watched Butch with wide-eyed wonder and awe and admiration. He had fucked both of the girls wild at the same time. It was an impressive performance. One that Howard knew that he could not hope to match. And Butch recovered with such fantastic speed. His cock seemed to rear up again almost as soon as it went limp after spitting its load.
Again, Butch fucked the two girls at the same time, driving the girls out of their skulls, bringing them both again to climax, screaming climax.
And then Butch lay on his back, grinning.
"Give me a treat, girls," he commanded.
And they did. Ellen and Marcy crowed around him, adoring him, worshipping the man who had used them as they had never before been used.
Ellen and Marcy began raining kisses on his feet, his legs, and his thighs, front, back and sides. The greatest competition took place at his great hard slippery cock. It was like a crazy game between the girls as they battled each other to take his cock into their mouths. They sucked his cock and licked his ass. They mouthed his cock, balls, toes, chest, neck, nose, mouth, ears and face. He seemed a contented man. And, as they adored him, he grabbed tits and cunts and asses.
Alternating their cock-sucking now, first Marcy's mouth sucked his cock while Ellen licked and sucked at his balls. And they worked this way, first Ellen sucking cock then licking balls, then Marcy doing the same. When he came he shot his load into both girls' mouths, holding his spitting cock as if it were a hose, shooting the cream into the girls' gaping, waiting mouths.
But, before it ended, the girls, in their own way, got back at Butch for the easy way in which he had so violently ravished them. Oh, they'd loved every moment of it. But now, in their way, they were getting back at him for their own helplessness.
Marcy had found a vibrating, motor-driven dildo. As Ellen sucked on his cock, Marcy shoved the dildo mercilessly up into his aching asshole. He cried out, protesting with pain. The dildo rattled around inside of his rectum, giving him fierce pain, at the same time as Ellen's mouth was giving his cock supreme pleasure. Now he was helpless under the girls, and they used him, fucking his ass with the vibrating, pain-giving dildo.
When they finally left Butch, Marcy and Ellen could barely walk, they were so sore in the cunts. And their assholes hurt from being rudely stuffed with his monstrous cock. But the hurt was delicious to the girls. Now they both understood how Butch had seduced those three nurses that he had ultimately murdered. And they were certain now that Butch had not raped them against their will. God, he was a man! A real man! A stud to end all studs!
CHAPTER SIX
As they drove back to the dusty, deserted ghost town that they were making their home, Howard and Ellen and Marcy chatted.
"Oh, Howard, why did you keep Butch a secret from us for so long?" Marcy asked. "He's the most marvelous lover!"
"God, that man is unbelievable," Ellen sighed. "I never dreamed a man could have a cock as big as his! And Lordy, every time you blinked your eyes he had a hard-on again! He's fantastic!"
"And you girls are supposed to be my wives," Howard said softly. "You make me feel very inferior."
"Well, Howard, darling, let's face it," Marcy said, "you are inferior to him. I think most of the men in the world are, too. He's unique!"
"That's the truth," Ellen agreed.
"But that doesn't mean we'd leave you for Butch. You're a super-special man, Howard. Maybe you aren't hung like Butch is. Maybe you can't keep pace with him as a lover. But you're a great lover, too. And I love you."
"I do, too, Howard. I wouldn't leave you for Butch, either. Butch is okay for a thrill every once in a while. But a steady diet of him would be just too much."
"Oh, that's the truth!" Marcy agreed.
"Besides, there's so much more to you as a person, Howard. We worship and adore you, darling. There's no one like you."
"Yes, darling, yes," Marcy whispered to Howard. They all lay low, waiting, listening for news.
And then, on Monday, just as Howard had predicted, news of the slaughter at the Kronenburg mansion hit the streets. It made front-page headlines from coast to coast, and no radio or television broadcast aired with the grisly accounts.
One thing became clear as the days passed: the police had no leads, no clues. Butch had done such a superb job in disposing of the loot that no word of any stolen item had turned up. Howard was pleased. He had executed well, not leaving a trace behind at the scene of the murders.
During this time Howard had ordered his clan to stay indoors, out-of-sight. Twice during the ensuing days, light planes and helicopters had passed over the seemingly deserted ghost town where Howard and his band were hiding. From the air the deserted ruin of the town looked as it had for years; there was no trace of life to be seen. Howard had taken great pains with his precautions. He had made certain that no tire tracks or footprints could be found.
At night, the windows and doors were draped so that no light escaped to be seen. Obviously, the overflights of the planes and helicopters had satisfied the authorities into believing that whomever had committed the crimes was not hiding out in the ghost town--and, overflights had been made at night, and these flights had ranged way out into the barren reaches of the desert.
No car or investigator on horseback ventured out to make a closer check of the ghost town, and Howard thought that this indicated incompetence on the part of the police; they claimed that they were not "leaving a stone unturned in their investigation, but in bypassing close scrutiny of the abandoned town, they were leaving a very important stone intact, unexamined.
As the days passed and the investigation of the slaughter seemed to get nowhere, Howard grew more expansive. But he did not abandon his caution. Now he was alone in his cabin with Marcy.
"How much longer do we have to stay locked up here?" Marcy protested.
"As long as I say so," Howard replied.
"But, darling, everybody's getting restless. We can't stay cooped up here much longer. We have to get away."
"I know. And I've made a decision."
"What decision?"
"We're going to abandon this place. There are no roadblocks now. We're going to move out of here tonight."
"Tonight? But where are we going?"
"Be patient, Marcy. Before noon I'm going to have a meeting with everyone. That's when I'll tell them we're moving out. I have the move carefully planned. We'll spend the rest of the day packing up. We'll wipe this place clean of any trace that we've been here. At two in the morning we'll move out. No lights. We'll drive without lights, very slowly, dragging our wire mesh to wipe out our tire tracks--"
"But where are we going to go?"
"First stop will be at Butch's warehouse. That's a good place to hide out and get rest. Then we'll push on--"
"Push on? Where are we going, for heaven's sake?"
"To a place outside of Reno--"
"Reno--? Reno, Nevada?"
"Right. Butch, through one of his contacts, has set up a place for us there. It used to be a campsite, but hasn't been used for years. Butch, through an elaborate maze of fronts, has acquired it for us. Two hundred acres of woods and lakes, all fenced in. No one goes there anymore. There are a group of cabins and a main camp lodge. It's a perfect place for us.
"It sounds great!" Marcy said with enthusiasm. "It'll get us far away from here--away from this damn desert and the police--"
"That's right. We have everything we'll need for the trip. When we get out on the road, after leaving here, we'll keep a fifteen minute interval between our cars as we travel. We'll drive slowly and carefully. Our only danger is leaving here and getting to Butch's."
"Why the danger? We'll be traveling at night--"
"That's the danger. If there are any police out they might stop us. People don't travel the roads much at night around here. Seeing us out might make them suspicious, might make them stop us. That's why we're going to travel at fifteen minute intervals. I have a story worked out in case we are stopped."
"What's the story?"
"You'll hear it when I outline it to everyone else. One thing, though--we're not going to carry any drugs or whips or knives--nothing that might make the police suspicious if they stop us. No sweat, though. Butch has everything we'll need once we get to his place--" But, as it turned out, there was to be no cause for concern. The abandonment of the ghost town and the drive to Butch's warehouse went off smoothly and without a glimmer of trouble. Now they were safe inside of Butch's warehouse. The band made themselves at home. Butch passed out narcotics, and soon most of the band were on trips.
But not Butch and Howard. Howard had let Butch lead him back to the office.
"Howard, my lad. You and I are gonna have some fun," Butch grinned.
"Just what kind of fun do you have in mind?"
"Behind that wall--in my private rooms--are two girls. They are naked as babes. You and I are going to have a party with them."
"Who are the girls? Why are they here? Why do I need two more girls--I have a harem, Butch."
"These are two very special girls, Howard. I've only had them here a few hours. I've fucked them both a few times each, and, if I must boast, the dears enjoyed it, in spite of themselves. Oh, they tried hard not to respond and show emotion, but they failed... "
"Why are they special?"
"These two girls are oh, twenty-two, twenty-three years old. Very sophisticated and lovely and cultured. They own an antique shop. From time to time they've bought things through one of my contacts. Well, this time, I happened to be there when the girls showed up to see the merchandise. When they saw the stuff they tried, but failed, to hide their excitement. Luckily, I overheard one whisper a very important name under her breath to the other. The name was--Kronenburg!"
"I see--" Howard said softly.
"Well, I eased the girls out of there and then forced them into my car and bound and gagged them and brought them here. Seems the girls know the Kronenburgs, and have been to their house several times. They knew the murdered son, too."
"I see. Damn lucky you overheard what you did."
"You bet. If I hadn't, it could have been rough on all of us."
"So, Butch, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I thought you and I could go in and have a time with the girls. Torture them. Rape them and--"
"--kill them--"
"--yes, kill them--but first, we'll make them suffer, and have our pleasure with them."
"I dig. Well, Butch, let's not waste any time."
The girls lay, tied up, on the soft pillows that were strewn about on the floor. Howard took his time savoring their naked beauty. Even without their clothes he could see that they were girls of quality. Refinement and intelligence was clear in their lovely features. One was a natural blonde. She was slender, but had all the curves in the right places. The other was a brunette with a more voluptuous body. The sight of their flawless, smooth flesh made excitement course through Howard's veins.
The girls looked up, fright in their eyes.
"Girls, this is my very good friend, Howard Carson. Howard, this lovely blonde is Alma Fellows. The ravishing brunette is Wendy Bryant."
"I'm pleased to meet you girls," Howard smiled, his face looking gentle and saintly.
"What are you going to do with us?" Alma asked. "We're going to have a little party with you, darlings," Butch replied.
"Leave us alone, please--please let us go--we don't mean you any harm. Why are we here? Why did you--?" Wendy started.
"You mean that you haven't told them?" Howard said to Butch.
"Naw. We can tell them later."
"I guess you're right," Howard said, knowing that full knowledge would frighten the girls out of their wits.
"Girls, Howard and I are perverts."
"P-perverts?" Alma stuttered.
"W-what do you m-mean?" Wendy sputtered with fright.
"Howard and I are perverts--sadists. You do know what sadism is, don't you?"
"Y-yes--" Wendy said in a low voice.
"Well, Howard and I have to indulge our need for sadism from time to time, girls. And, this is one of those times. And--you're the girls on whom we're going to indulge our need."
"Please, please--don't hurt us--" Alma pleaded.
Howard and Butch untied the girls, and helped them to their feet, running their hands over the girls' lush curves as they did. The girls shivered, but did not protest as the men caressed their bodies.
"How about sucking our cocks, girls?" Butch asked.
"Never!" Alma nearly screamed.
"No!" Wendy said defiantly.
"They don't want to give us blow-jobs," Butch grinned at Howard.
"That's too bad. If they'd agreed, they wouldn't have to suffer."
Before the girls could respond, they found themselves bound by their wrists, dangling two feet above the floor, their sockets, holding up the weight of their bodies, flaming with pain.
"Ever been whipped, girls?" Butch asked.
"You can see from their lovely, flawless skin that only lovers' lips and the sun have kissed their flesh," Howard smiled.
Now Butch and Howard had heavy leather whips in their hands. The girls, dangling helplessly, gazed at the whips with fear in their eyes.
"No! You can't do this!" Alma cried.
"It's awful! Sick! No!" Wendy screamed in fright.
"Yes," Howard said softly, "yes, sadism is a sickness, and more people suffer from it than you ever could imagine, girls. And, there are more masochists in the world than you'd ever dream. Perhaps you two are secret masochists. We'll soon find out."
"Please! Let us go! Don't whip us! Don't hurt us! We haven't done anything to you! Why are you doing this to us?" Alma cried.
"Because we're sick," Butch laughed.
Butch and Howard winked at each other, uncoiled their fierce whips, and cracked them in the air. The girls went white at the sharp crack of the whips. Butch and Howard threw back their heads and laughed like madmen. The girls bit their lips and struggled uselessly against their bonds as they dangled there, fighting back tears of fear. As the girls jerked, their breasts heaved and bobbed.
As the men laughed, cracking the whips in the air, the girls shuddered, knowing they were going to feel the bite of the cruel leather whips.
"Please--no!" Alma begged.
Butch and Howard looked at the girls with a passive expression of cruelty etched on their faces. Their eyes narrowed, and their mouths became hard, vicious lines.
And then they struck...
Howard and Butch flicked their wrists and the whips moved like lazy, striking snakes. The long thin strips of leather circled twice around the girls' lower legs. The whips had landed too gently to hurt the girls, but they screamed in terror at the touch of the lashes, knowing full well that the next blows would not be so painless.
Howard and Butch laughed. The girls could see the men's insatiable hunger for sadistic torture and cruelty. They were taking pleasure in taunting their victims, knowing that the taunting was adding to the girls' mental anguish.
The girls, sensing that the first sharp blows were about to land on their backs, tensed. They strained and pulled helplessly at their bonds. The ropes bit into their wrists, and their sockets burned with pain.
Then both Howard and Butch planted their feet wide apart and drew back their whips. They swung with fury. As the lashes landed, the girls jolted as if they had been shot. They screamed.
The screams seemed to send fire through the men's blood. They began to tremble all over. Brilliant red marks appeared on the girls' slender backs. They jerked and strained at their bonds. Their lovely bodies were bathed in sweat--the sweat of raw fear.
Howard and Butch stepped forward and examined the marks their whip lashes had made in the flawless flesh of the girls' backs. Smiling grimly, they studied the girls' narrow waists and juicy buttocks. It seemed as if they were intent on now planning each blow, together, in advance, with the diabolic intensity of artists.
The men stepped back and moved their arms quickly, drawing back the long coils of leather. They made a singing noise as they cut through the air. Then there were sharp, explosive cracks.
The girls' tortured screams filled the room, echoing horribly. Thin red lines now marred the girls' shoulders, oozing blood. The second cuts were inches below the first, and the two lines ran neatly parallel across the girls' backs, attesting to the men's mastery with whips.
Once more Butch and Howard drew back their arms. The whips sailed ominously about their heads and then struck. The girls' screams turned to sobs of delirium. A pattern was beginning to take shape on the girls' backs, bright red diagonal lines etched against the paleness of their flesh. Small trickles of blood ran from the wounds, down the channel of their backs to the deep clefts between their shimmering buttock cheeks.
Suddenly, as if they were seized by a wild mania, the men began striking with violent fury, as rapidly as they could move their arms. With pistonlike strokes, they laid the lashes again and again across the girls' backs, moving lower with each blow. The whips cut into the tender globes of the girls' buttocks, then left their marks on their straining thighs.
With demented fury, the men put every ounce of strength into their diabolic work. Their arms swung back and forth, striking like hammers, placing the leather with amazing accuracy.
The girls arched and strained, fighting against the ropes that bound their wrists, but there was no escaping the terrible scourge. Every lash of the stinging leather brought new contortion to their quaking, bleeding bodies.
Flecks of blood began to fly, dotting the floor with tiny bright circles of red. And still the crazed Howard and Butch flogged the girls with fury, while shrill animal cries of pure bloodlust poured from their mouths. The girls were wailing and screaming and sobbing and crying.
At last both Butch and Howard began to, stagger from their exertion. They were puffing from the effort of flogging the girls cruelly. They were sweating heavily.
Howard and Butch pulled off all of their clothes. The girls were sobbing as they dangled there, blood dripping down their backs and buttocks. The excitement of flogging the girls had perversely affected Howard and Butch--they both had hard, mammoth erections. When the suffering girls saw the twin swollen cocks, they moaned in despair.
Howard and Butch had finished with the whipping of the girls, but they were a long way from being finished with the girls. They moved around behind the girls. The girls, feeling miserable, glanced fearfully over their shoulders. They gave bloodcurdling cries of terror as they understood what Howard and Butch were going to do to them. The men replied with harsh laughter.
Taking hold of the girls' waists--Howard had Alma, Butch had Wendy--they lunged viciously, striking with their big, hard cocks at the exposed assholes with unerring accuracy.
The girls arched and twisted their bodies violently, trying to escape the anal rape, but Butch and Howard clung to them like frenzied animals, thrusting pitilessly with their hips, plunging their cocks deep up into the girls' bloodied, aching rectums.
The girls screamed in an agony of pain.
The laughter of Butch and Howard vibrated through the room as they sodomized the hapless girls, plundering their bleeding assholes viciously. They clamped their arms tightly around the girls' waists and wormed their hips, driving their cocks deeper, shrieking with glee each time their cruel cocks made deeper penetration.
The blood from the cringing girls' backs smeared against their chests. But neither Howard nor Butch cared. They were enjoying sadistic pleasure. Then, without breaking for an instant the rhythm of their asshole fucking, Howard and Butch reached around their victims' waists and captured their cunts. Their fingers went to work in the girls' pussies, giving the girls more torment. By fingering the girls' twats, Howard and Butch were causing the girls' passions to ignite against their will, even as their assholes were being raped with punishing pain.
The girls' bodies stiffened. Their muscles grew tense as they fought against this humiliating act. But they were helpless against Howard and Butch. They could only submit to the vulgar savagery.
Suddenly the girls' struggles stopped; Howard and Butch had aroused their erotic sensitivity beyond the limit of the girls' endurance. The torture and pain had become unbearable for the girls in an entirely different way.
The exquisite agony that the girls were suffering was etched on their faces. Their eyes began to glow with an inner fire. Shudders ran through their bodies, which were now as taut as bowstrings. Pained gasps of ecstasy poured from the girls' throats.
The girls' arms and legs stiffened. They jerked with the first convulsive shocks of their climaxes. Then spasms tore through them. They writhed in delirious frenzy while the men continued to lunge at their assholes with their battering cocks. The girls arched and quivered as they rocketed through the spine-shattering paroxysm, tossing and squirming as tremor after tremor burst through their bodies.
And Butch came. And Howard came. Their hot, thick sperm shot up into the girls' ruined rectums. And then the girls fell weakly, dangling from their ropes, as Howard and Butch yanked their bloody, spent cocks from their ruined assholes.
Butch and Howard released the battered, humiliated girls, untying the ropes, and the girls fell immediately to the pillows on the floor. The girls were only half conscious. Their heads hung limply as they tried to look up at their tormentors. Agony was etched on their patrician faces.
Reaching down, the men caught the girls by the hair and tilted their faces. Inching toward the nearly senseless girls, Howard and Butch began to twist their hips, taunting the girls with their blood-slick, stinking cocks. The girls, stunned by the brutality they had suffered, stared up in horror. The mens' cocks were rising again!
"You know what we want!" Howard said.
"Kiss our cocks!" Butch said in a voice that was husky with passion.
"Suck us off!"
"N-nooo--" Alma whined.
"Do it!"
"Ohhhh--" The girls hesitated. The men yanked the girls up by the hair until they were kneeling, their faces level with rigid cocks. Howard and Butch laughed and lewdly beckoned the girls with their cocks, swaying them at the girls' faces.
They forced the girls. The girls tried to resist. They screamed in protest and horror. And then their mouths were stuffed full of big cocks. Tears ran down the girls' cheeks as they began to suck. They choked. They sucked. Their heads bobbed. Howard and Butch jerked their hips, ramming their cocks at the girls' mouths. They wildly fucked the patrician girls in the mouth with their cocks--the same cocks that only moments earlier had violated and bloodied the girls' assholes.
The girls suffered the awful humiliation, their eyes squeezed tightly shut, tears dripping down their cheeks. They sucked and sucked and sucked until finally both Howard and Butch came, their gooey sperm shooting lavishly into the girls' mouths, gagging them. The girls swallowed and swallowed as the cocks spat and spat in their straining mouths. Finally, Howard and Butch withdrew their limp, soaked pricks from the humiliated girls' mouths.
Instantly, both girls burst into hysterical tears. Howard and Butch laughed wildly at the girls, revelling in the humiliation, anguish and pain that the girls were suffering. They forced the girls to play with their cocks until they again reared up, hard and ready. The girls whimpered, cowering. Neither girl was ready to accept cock. Their pussies were dry and tight with fear.
The pleading of the girls meant nothing to Howard and Butch. They were sex-crazed men turned loose on two defenseless female captives. The girls knew that they were going to suffer new and sinister torture. Howard and Butch glared down at the girls with hungry eyes. The girls whimpered and backed away.
"Please--let us go!" Wendy cried pitifully.
"God! Haven't you done enough to us!" Alma screamed.
"Hell, no!" Butch shouted.
There was no place for the girls to retreat. They were in close quarters and they could smell their sweating bodies and the odor of lust.
Methodically, Butch and Howard caught the girls' legs and spread them apart. The girls stared with fear and horror, screaming and crying and begging for mercy. Roughly, Howard and Butch fell on Alma and Wendy. They sought the girls' cunts with their hard cocks as the girls twisted their thighs to escape. But the girls' struggle was useless.
Closing their eyes, the girls submitted. The hard, muscular bodies of Butch and Howard shoved tightly against Wendy and Alma. Their arms slid under the girls' knees and lifted them up. The sudden penetration jolted gasps of awful pain from the unready girls. They squealed like stuck pigs. The cocks plunged in, roughly plunging apart the dry, unready lips of the girls' cunts. It was rape.
And then Howard and Butch were lifting and plunging with their lusting bodies, driving at the girls with their fiery cocks. With their eyes squeezed tight, the girls tossed their heads back and forth in a frenzied delirium. There was terrible pain as their cunts opened like wounds. Their backs and buttocks were still bleeding and sore. They felt numbing agony.
They cursed the men. They loathed them. But they could not stop them. Howard and Butch battered at the girls furiously, with no thought of the girls' feelings. The girls wailed in pain. They clawed their nails at the men's backs and sank their teeth in the men's shoulders. Howard and Butch flailed at the agonized girls ruthlessly, unfeelingly.
The girls screamed. Rapid piston strokes raped their cunts. They hammered away at the girls, lunging with power. The girls shuddered and sobbed, gasped in pain, as the men cupped their buttocks with their hands and lifted them up, only to drive them down again with powerful plunges. It was a nightmare for the girls--no pleasure--only pain and humiliation.
Suddenly both girls, together, gave out with ruttish cries that poured from their gaping mouths. They could hold back their pain no longer. They began screaming as Butch and Howard raped them with their hard, relentless cocks.
And then, first Howard, then Butch, came squirting sperm up into the girls' cunts. The girls felt a lessening of sensation as their pricks dented on their quaking thighs. Butch and Howard gnashed teeth into the tender flesh of the girls' necks, pinning them down, as they spent their last gobs of come.
Howard and Butch disengaged. Vaguely conscious, the girls fell back limply, sobbing in their anguish.
Alma screamed at the top of her lungs. With a sharp, small knife, Howard was carving the head of a devil on her right tit. The sharp blade gouged out flesh, and blood flowed. He stabbed the point of the blade into her pointed nipple, and blood squirted out. Alma went white as a sheet and passed out, the bloody head of a devil carved deep in the flesh of her breast.
Wendy suffered the blade of Butch's knife on her left breast as Butch carved a bloody skull and crossbones there, finishing by jabbing the point of the blade into her nipple, making blood gush. Wendy fainted.
Laughing, Howard and Butch waited until the tormented, bleeding girls revived. Slowly they carved up the girls' bodies, gouging out deep hunks of flesh. Both girls died slowly and painfully under the mutilating knives.
"Well, we won't have any trouble from those two now," Howard said in a calm, matter-of-fact voice.
"It was a sweet job," Butch grinned.
Howard and Butch smiled at each other with sadistic, murderous, demented pleasure as they stood over the bleeding mutilated bodies of the dead girls. It was to them as if nothing more than taking a hook out of a fish's mouth.
"We ought to get together more often," Butch said. "We're a very good team."
"We always were," Howard agreed. "But I'll be leaving soon and I'll be pretty far away from here."
"When the heat dies down we'll have to get together more often, okay?"
"Suits me just fine, Butch." He paused. "What are we going to do with their bodies?"
"Don't you worry about that. I have that all arranged. Listen, there's a small room back there, behind the far wall. We'll drag the girls in there for the time being. I have nice canvas sacks waiting for them back there. We'll stuff them in until I move them out and get rid of their bodies. Then we'll clean up the room."
"You're most efficient," Howard said with admiration.
"Have to be in my line of work, chum," Butch smiled expansively. "Let's get rid of the bodies now. Then we can get some of your girls in here and have a little party. What do you say, chum?"
"Okay. Let's get moving."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Butch's private quarters now seemed more than ever like the perfect setting for a harem. Candle light flickered, bathing the room in an iridescent gleam of shimmering colors, like a polarized rain-bow.
Butch was alone in the room with a girl, and she was not one of Howard's girls. The girl's name was Bettina Marlow. She was expensive looking, pampered looking; she looked like an elite blue blood, a frosty but beautiful female with a pedigree a mile long. Howard did not know that Butch had her. Howard had been told that the two elegant girls that they had murdered were the ones who could have given them away. What Butch hadn't told Howard was that there were three girls. This girl was the third captive, and she had no idea that her two friends had been tortured and killed, only an hour earlier. She had been locked up in another part of the warehouse.
She was sitting on a vanity bench, dressed in an expensive outfit.
"Are you going to tell me why you've brought me here?" Bettina asked in her frosty voice.
"No," Butch replied.
"Are you going to let me go?"
"No."
"I don't care for the lecherous look in your eyes, Butch," she said in a cold, even voice which was fully in control. "I'm not in the least bit interested in you."
The taunt stung Butch.
"I'll bet I'd interest you if I were Nicky or Denny or Brucie, or whatever the names are of the effete gigolos you choose to shack up with," he replied, attempting to retaliate in kind.
"Don't be gauche and vulgar," she replied, as if bored.
"I'm going to be very gauche and vulgar before I'm through with you, Bettina."
"What're you talking about? If you have some crazy notion that you're going to force me to... " A warped yearning to humiliate Bettina seized Butch. Cruelly, trapping her with his hands and body, he slithered his hands down the front of her dress, plunged them inside, cupped the small but very firm tits, tore the front of the dress and bra and lifted them over the top, displaying them in the mirror while his hands mauled them, his eyes watching hungrily.
"I'll do whatever I please with you," Butch said.
"Stop that!" She squirmed, trying to free herself. "You've torn my dress and bra! Let me go, do you hear? Butch! You're ruining my dress!"
"That's too bad," he snickered. "It's my prerogative."
And with that he gathered the material at the bodice, wrenched hard, tore it halfway down the front, revealing her milky flesh all the way to her navel.
He leaned over her, buried his lips in her shoulder, never took his eyes off of the mirror. He took perverse delight in her alarmed, revulsed look. He enjoyed forcing her hands away and taking in the tempestuous bob and sway of her tits. Now the desire to humiliate her was even stronger. He worked the remnants of her dress off of her shoulders, and let them fall about her on the brocade vanity bench.
He allowed her no leeway. She sagged, as if giving in to him. But color was rising in her cheeks.
She was passive until he took her hands and pushed them up onto her own tits. He forced her to caress her own nipples with her own fingers. She hissed and squirmed and fought to break his grip. But Butch was far too strong for the pampered beauty, and in the end she was forced to continue the self-stimulation of her sensitive, tingling nipples. Butch savored the humbling of the haughty girl and kept her at it for a long, long time. It was beginning to seem as if she was beginning to give in to the teasing of her own fingers at her own nipples.
Then Butch tired of it all. He half pulled the haughty girl off of the bench and tore every stitch of clothing from her body. She tried to dance away helplessly from him, in the nude, wearing only her satin shoes.
Again he forced her to sit on the bench. He forced her to take his cock in her mouth and suck, bobbing her head. And he made her watch her own reflection in the wall mirror as she sucked him, to further humiliate her. He yanked his cock out of her mouth suddenly. In just his bathrobe, naked beneath, he leaned over her and kissed and mouthed her nipples. He roughly forced her legs apart with strong, hurting fingers that bruised her inner thighs.
"Tell your rich sissy boyfriends how you got those bruises near your cunt, baby," he laughed as he saw the marks his fingers had left.
He had a lust to defile this high-and-mighty bitch. He leaned her back, took her right hand, forced it to his naked, hard cock, shoved her legs apart, and then made her give him a hand-job. Bettina hissed and cursed and sizzled in helpless rage--at least, at first. But then, as he forced her to continue to jerk him off, as he forced her to watch, as it went on and on, Bettina became infected by a very pagan, very irresistible fever. Her hands both took his huge, hard, monstrous cock and jerked, of their own accord.
"You bastard," she said almost to herself, "now see what you've done to me... rotten bastard... " The fascination of his big cock was really getting to her.
"You act high-and-mighty, but you're a cunt like the rest," he said contemptuously.
Suddenly he pivoted her on the bench. He held her with one hand while he opened his robe and let it drop to the floor, fully exposing his cock, hard and surging and rearing up.
"No!" she squealed. "Not like this, Butch! If you must--then please--on the bed! But not here! Oh, no, please!"
He laughed, ignoring her. His hands closed on her slender ankles, lifted them almost perpendicular to her body as she sprawled on the vanity bench. And, still standing, actually raising her hips off of the bench with a sure show of strength, he sidled closer to her. When he had her cunt positioned just where he wanted it, he rudely and cruelly shoved his cock into it.
She groaned when he thrust into her, cleaving her to the ultimate depths of her cunt, stuffing and filling her up as never before. "Oh! Butch I Nooo! It hurts! Hurts so! You're too big for me! Oh! Ahhh! No! Too much! You're going to tear me in two!"
He wanted to defile her. He slapped her thighs as he plunged his cock wildly in and out of her cunt, holding her first by one ankle, then the other.
"Watch, damn you! Watch in the mirror! Watch you high-and-mighty bitch, watch this!" he spat.
Bettina fought to keep from watching. But as he fucked her wildly, hurting her, as he kept slapping her viciously, an undeniable fascination of the corrupt scene took hold of her and she could not tear her eyes away from her own reflection in the mirror. She began to moan and whimper. She emitted short, staccato barks, signals of her coming, unwilling orgasm.
As she watched the lewd reflection in the mirror of her own naked body being ravished ruthlessly, her body began to move eagerly to answer his. She came, howling, screeching. And still he plundered her wildly.
When she came down from her orgasm she regained control of her emotions. She was shamed that she had so wildly responded to him. Now she wanted to cheat him. He was still humping her. He still hadn't come. Now, satisfied, repugnance of him came back and she froze as he rode her, continuing to bang her in the awkward position. She lay like a stone, reviling him throughout in low, guttural tones.
When he finally came, her lack of response ruined it for him. His orgasm was a feeble, crippled shadow of what it should have been.
He pulled away from her in disgust. She sneered at him.
"Satisfied?" she taunted coldly. "Was it good? Wasn't I the all-time best?" She laughed at him. "Wasn't it better than it is with those cheap chili-pepper sluts you're used to?"
"Shut up, bitch!" he snarled. "You came. Your fucking cunt was sucking on my cock like the mouth of a starving fish. You loved it, bitch, loved it. You froze up to try to cheat me, bitch. You're no woman. You're a cold-blooded, cold-assed whore with little brass tits and you fuck like a mechanical toy whose gears are all worn out. Shit! Fucking is when you prove you're a woman, and you proved nothing to me. In the sack, you're no one, never were anyone, never will be anyone. Period."
Her face froze. She stared at him with frosted eyes. Her lips curled back in contempt. With a growl he lunged at her, out of control in his rage. He slammed her down onto the pillows. She lay, stunned by the suddenness of the attack and tried to fight back, but it was useless. His hands were all over her, mauling her, taking foul liberties. She squirmed and scratched. She growled as she struggled.
His weight was heavy on her. His lips were buried in her throat. She felt the bruising hardness of his renewed erection jammed between her yawning thighs. She knew helpless rage, revulsion, as his lips captured her nipples, and as his hand clenched and dug into her cunt. She fought even more desperately, and felt her strength failing fast. She cursed herself for the sexual torpor that was overcoming her, in spite of her hatred for him. He was arousing her. What he was doing to her nipples and to her cunt was driving her wild. He worked her over until she was responding, mewing to be taken, shoving her cunt at the blunt head of his enormous hard-on.
And then he rolled off of her, laughing.
"High-toned bitch, huh?" he roared. "Baby, you got the hots. Oh, how you're yearning to have my cock up in your hole. No deal. I'd rather fuck a dead pigmy covered with scabs!"
She went livid. She was humiliated. He surprised her by gently helping her to her feet. She was off her guard momentarily. Then he roughly reached out and gripped her at the back of her neck. He snapped her against him. Bettina groaned when she felt the hot, sharp jab of his cock thrusting against her. She raised her head and stared into his face. He took her mouth with his, roughly, thirsting for her lips and tongue, then when he received it, he thirsted and hungered all the more, nibbling, biting, hard hard, drawing on it, sucking, roughing her up like a killer, and the rough manhandling thrilled her against her will.
Eagerly she reached between their bodies and gripped his hard cock with her fingers. She wheezed a sigh of disbelief as she curled her fingers around his huge cock. It seemed so impossibly big!
She wasn't ready for what happened next. He struck her hard across the cheek, jarring her to the floor. He leered down at her. She was stunned. She raised on one elbow, looked up at him, and as she did she felt a new length come to her already bloating, extending nipples. And she felt the stammer of muscles at her stomach and thighs, at her buttocks, too, and especially in her creaming cunt. His violence was strangely stimulating to her. It was bizarre.
He gave a short, savage laugh, then reached down and gripped her by the hair. He knotted it in his fingers; then, with a mighty pull, jerked her to her feet.
Bettina flew up and against his body. But his body did not offer comfort. Holding her by the hair he shot her an arm's length away from him. Then he struck her at the side of the face again. Then he brought a backhand hard against the other cheek, snapping Bettina's head from side to side as he repeated the action again and again.
And as her head snapped like that of a rag doll, she felt the steam of a new thrill come to her. It seemed impossible, she reasoned, but it was very definitely a thrill she was receiving, caused by the attack on herself.
Butch stopped slapping her in the face. He stretched her head far back, bending her in an arch that bent her toward him, one that thrust her tits outward. He brought his hand back, then paused. Then he slapped it hard against her left breast. It jiggled, then was quiet. But in a moment it received the fury of his backhand and it bounced and jiggled and quivered again, turning splotchy red. He began battering her tits faster. He made a double tattoo on her tits as he struck them at the same time, going from one to the other in a long sweep of her naked body.
Bettina sobbed in pain and did not fight for freedom. She arched deeper, presenting more of herself for the will of this man. And again and again he thrashed her tits. He struck them until they first pinkened, then turned red, then blazed in a bloated, maroon-blue appearance. The nipples, battered and crushed, did not hide within the jutting cones.
But he tired of battering her tits with his hard, slapping hands. He placed both hands on her shoulders and dug his thick thumbs into the hollow of her collar bone, forcing her to her knees. When she tossed her head back and looked at him, he released the painful hold. Then he stepped closer.
She waited. She was ready for anything now. She looked up at him without fear, and that surprised him. And angered him. He thrust his enormous hard-on at her, and she expected that he wanted her to suck him off. She clamped her lips tight and stared back at him defiantly. But that was not what he wanted. She had guessed wrong.
He bent down and brought his massive erection even with her tits. Then he swatted her hard, back and forth, guiding his cock with his hand as he whipped his cock fiercely against her tits, from one tit to the other, then back again, then across again, faster and faster, harder and harder, bringing his heavy, massive cock in long crushing blows against the bruised fullness of her breasts. She cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. She sobbed. She begged him to stop. He laughed at her and continued to swat her tits with his hard-on. Her nipples bent, then popped up again as the blow was crushed and taken away.
She sobbed and whined and breathed hard. Her chest felt restricted and pressing for outlet. Butch thrashed his prick furiously against her, swatting her maddeningly with ever increasing strength. And then he suddenly released her. She fell forward, moaning and sobbing. He took a step backward, his chest heaving.
He moved to her and bent, then gripped her by both arms and raised her up to her feet. Then he relaxed his hold and looked at her. He smiled evilly.
"You've got a sweet, slim body, bitch-baby," he grinned. "Yeah, a real, sweet, blue-blood body without a mark on it. How'd you like me to change that for you? You like to be hurt. I know that now. And you do, too. Surprised at yourself?" She averted her eyes in shame. "Yeah, you're a little masochistic bitch, that's what you are, lady. Lady--ha! What a laugh! Well, baby-bitch, I'm gonna give you what you're pretty prissy boyfriends would never give you. Real pain! " He left her and returned with a hard leather belt. He whipped it about in the air, cracking it for affect. He folded it in his hand, turned and looked at Bettina. Then he walked toward her.
She watched Butch approach with the belt in his hand. Her eyes were glued to the hard, black leather belt.
"Over here, bitch," Butch growled. He gripped Bettina by the forearm and dragged her. As if by magic, two chains dropped down slowly from the ceiling. He bound the metal cuffs around her wrists and then chained her ankles in the same way, spreading them wide apart. Her arms and legs were stretched taut, wide apart, like the letter X. She could barely move now. She whimpered, frightened now.
"Where do you want me to hit you first, bitch?" he asked. "Just tell me."
"Go to hell!"
"Is that any way for a lady to talk?" he mocked.
"Bastard! Pervert!"
"Such language," he grinned, as if shocked.
He grinned as he unfolded the belt and let it dangle from his hand to the floor. He paused. Then he swung his arm as far backward as he could and brought it thrashing forward. The belt nipped at the nipple of her right breast and then crashed the left breast with a sharp slash.
He nicked at the nipple of the slashed tit with the end of the belt while it traveled across her chest and made its cut on her other breast. Then he swung it back and forth in a series of strikes that whipped harsh and hurtfully against her tits, bruising and cutting them, slashing them, causing gouges to come to the skin as blood oozed, bubbled, then streaked her body.
She felt her body bleeding under his attack and she screamed and sobbed. She didn't know for how long she could endure the punishment. Butch paused to look at the bloody marks he had made on her slim, lovely body and he smiled sadistically. Then he pulled the belt back and whipped it forward again. He struck her on the inner side of her right thigh.
Bettina moaned, tears rolling down her cheeks, blood dripping.
He struck her again, then again and again, each thrash of the belt taking its bite of flesh from her thighs, each swipe of the brutal belt raising a bit, coming closer and closer to the hill of her cunt. And then, at last, the belt struck her in the pussy. It burrowed into the soft, down covering of her femininity. And it hit here there again and again.
She was screaming nonstop. Her screams were eerie. With an underhand swipe, he brought the belt hard against her cunt, and the edge of the belt sliced between the lips of her pussy.
She screamed and howled. The sound was mournful. The belt stung her again, harder this time, still in an upward arch that tore at her tender cunt. Blood began to ooze and dribble from her whipped pussy mound, coating the undersides of both thighs with long trails of red.
A dozen more times the cruel belt slashed at her cunt, battering and slicing it terribly. She cried and screamed and gasped and moaned. Her body writhed in agony.
He tossed the belt aside and shoved an eight-inch length of wood, four inches around, up into her bloody cunt. She shrieked at the very top of her lungs in fierce, blinding pain.
Butch picked up a four foot wooden club that was studded with thousands of pin points. He began to thump it viciously against her body. The sharp points punctured her skin and drew fresh beads of blood. The sharp points punctured and sliced and cut her flesh to ribbons. Her body was covered with a maze of webbed cuts from the pin points as the club hit her again and again. But he was only hitting her gently.
Now he began to pound her violently, with all of his strength. It was as if he were battering her with a baseball bat. He could hear the crunch of her ribs as they splintered with the impact of the club. Her eyes were rolling around in her head. He broke her arm. He broke five of her ribs. With a wild yell he swung again and the club bashed her in the face. There was a dull sickening thud. Her mouth turned to blood as her teeth flew out and her nose was smashed to one side and was bleeding copiously.
For five more minutes he battered at her with all of the fury, hatred and strength that he possessed. For the last two minutes he was battering a corpse... He beat her to death.
She was a ruin. Her body and face were so badly bashed and bleeding that she was unrecognizable. Her hair was matted with blood. She was a sickening ruin. He dragged her into the small secret room and stuffed her into a canvas sack, drawing the top tightly closed. Now there were three canvas sacks, each one containing a dead girl.
He went back out and straightened up the room, removing all traces of the sadistic murder he had just committed. He had an orgasm just thinking about what he had done to her. He threw back his head and roared insanely. Finally, remembering that Howard would be coming soon with some of his girls, he pulled himself together and went to the bathroom and showered and shaved and dressed, pulling a short, red silk dressing robe over his nakedness. It was an Oriental robe that hit him at mid-thigh. He tied the sash tightly around his waist.
Moments later, he heard a knocking at his door. It was Howard. With him were two girls: Jody, the big, voluptuous Amazon of a girl and Cheryl, another big girl, nearly as big and voluptuous as Jody was. Both girls were taller than the small Howard. Cheryl was Butch's height. Jody was taller than all of them. When they admired Butch's silk robe, he led them to a closet and let them select robes like the one he was wearing. Soon all four of them were naked under the robes, drinking, smoking pot, warming up.
Jody was with Butch. He had never been with a girl who was bigger than he was. The silk robe clung to her voluptuous curves, barely covering them as she snuggled close to Butch. Howard and Cheryl were kissing and petting, too.
"I hear you're the stud to end all studs, Butch," Jody purred into his ear as she began to caress the nape of his neck, her long, skillful fingers lulling him into a gradual easing of his tension. She kissed him just below his ear, then, keeping her lips close, murmured: 'Til get around to finding out if you're all you're cracked up to be... in due time... " He slid his arm around her waist, feeling the suppleness of her flesh through the silky, frail robe. He started to rub the inside of her leg, his fingers sinking deliciously into the softness of her white flesh. At the caress, Jody moved her legs slightly apart, letting him catch a glimpse of her half concealed but slightly open vaginal slit.
Butch marvelled again at the silken sheen of her thigh. The skin was so tender, so warm and supple to his touch. He stroked upward until the tips of his fingers were almost within reach of her warm, moist cunt, moving them up and down inside of her thigh in a slow, hypnotic massage.
"Nice... " she purred.
His eyes stared at the faint mark his hand was creating on her flesh. Under the pressure of his hand, his fingers left four red welts which quickly faded as soon as they moved on. He pressed his fingers more urgently into her thigh until the deep stains marred her skin for a longer period, finding the contrast between the white beauty of Jody's thigh and the cruel welts raised by his fingers strangely exciting.
"You're a mean one," she giggled.
"So?"
"So--let's see what happens."
She wriggled her body sensuously. Butch slipped his other hand beneath her knee and gently raised it, then stroked down the fullness of Jody's under thigh. He caressed to the plumpness of her bottom and let his fingers rest there, curling in toward the pubic hair which was now visible.
"Butch--"
"Yeah, Jody?" he answered as he squeezed the round flesh beneath his fingers, feeling it give voluptuously.
"You're too tight. You've got to relax. You're so tight your muscles are trembling. I'll get rid of the tension for you," she whispered sexily.
"What makes you think I'm tense?"
"I can tell."
She kissed him, and he responded fiercely, too fiercely, driving his tongue wetly between her teeth. She opened her mouth and he inserted his tongue, licking at the luscious warmth until the tip of her tongue met his and they melted sexily together.
She began to make tiny breathy sounds, urging her lips against Butch's and sliding them sensuously from side to side. Her clever tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, tapping against his teeth, quivering and tempting. Butch felt it striving to penetrate as fully as possible, and he reluctantly withdrew his own tongue and allowed her to explore him as intimately as she wished.
Jody made her tongue revolve in a slow, tantalizing action around Butch's lips; circling the fleshy and sensitive inside of his mouth, poking the very tip of the liquid, live flesh against the back of his teeth.
She pulled him sharply against herself, turning him easily on his side. Her body strained wildly against his, the hard mound of her pussy pressing excitingly into his hard cock. He was surprised by her aggressiveness. She was the first girl who had ever taken the lead away from him.
She caressed the back of his neck, running her long fingers up and down the sensitive nape and into the short hair. Butch eased his hand down to her buttocks and massaged the cheeks tenderly, opening them, closing them, turning them over under his exploring fingers.
Jody's tongue was still in his mouth, still twisting sexily around and provoking him with its cease-less, wet taunting. And now her hand was caressing his buttocks, just as his was hers. She pushed a forefinger into the deep crevice of his backside, running it with slow deliberation up and down the warm valley. It slid over the hidden orifice of his anus, stole to the moist, warm ring.
With a deep sigh, she withdrew her tongue from his mouth, giving him a final kiss before opening her eyes and regarding him with a slumberous, desiring expression.
She slowly untied the sash of his robe and parted it, exposing the front of his naked body. His excited prick rose up hard and lustfully. She put her fingers on the inside of his thighs and rubbed up and down, up and down, teasing, making his cock rear and wag.
Butch gave himself up to her. He let his eyes gaze to the neck of her robe. The twin melons of her breasts could now be seen fully. They were huge, firm and magnificent. They swayed gently as her body moved, jutting with ripe full firmness, the tips a thick, deep red where the nipples had already begun to harden.
Jody retraced the path of her hands up his now bare legs. She stroked persuasively and firmly, keeping her fingers active on the inside of his tensing thighs, rubbing meaningfully. She massaged his thighs just below his aching balls. Her hands were very gradually moving toward the thick hardness of his cock.
"Relax, baby," she purred.
At last, when Butch thought he would go crazy with frustration, Jody allowed her fingertips to brush against the hard throbbing flesh of his prick.
The light touch sent it pulsing more violently than ever, and she ran her forefinger quickly up and down the tender underside. He could scarcely control himself.
"Relax, Butchy, baby. I love the preliminaries. The more you prolong them, the sweeter the final act is."
"Christ, you're driving me outta my nut," he said hoarsely.
"Relax and leave everything to me. Mmmmm, you are quite a stud. It's the biggest one I've ever seen, and I've seen some pretty big ones."
His breath quickened. He forced himself to remain still and allow her to take her own sweet time about it. Somehow, she had him under her spell, her power. No girl had ever seduced him this way. She was bending over more closely now. He could feel her exhalation of air on his bare stomach, and her hands were moving more intimately over his loins, caressing his balls and the long thick shaft of his prick.
Meanwhile, a few feet away, Howard was flat on his back, and Cheryl was on top of him, her cunt gobbling up his cock as she fucked him wildly.
Jody's lips, moist and puckered, began to swoop down. But at the last instant she pulled his silk robe over his rearing cock, confusing him. Down swooped her lips and fastened greedily onto the outline of his prick, closing around the hard, throbbing crown and sucking with furious gulps through the thin silk of his robe which separated his pulsing cock from her mouth.
Butch closed his eyes tightly. The sensations of the soft, moist lips on his prick was exquisite, and the steady pull of her mouth sent a violent surge of pleasure through his entire body.
Her fingers were holding the lower half of his cock steady, squeezing the hard stem, almost releasing, then squeezing it even harder. He could feel the tips of her sharp teeth nibbling softly on his prick, biting with an exquisitely half-painful, half-pleasurable pressure until his cock jumped wildly in the tight confines of her mouth.
Jody sucked harder and harder on it, soaking the red silk of the robe. Her saliva dribbled over her full pursed lips.
"I can't stand much more of this before I explode!" he whimpered.
"Relax, baby," she cooed.
Then, stealthily, Jody slipped one finger beneath the silk robe and started to fondle him. Around and around the tender, erotic place she stroked, insistent, unrelenting. Butch squirmed in delicious agony, hands clenching and unclenching. Her remorseless fingers at last tickled up a little higher. Soon Butch felt Jody's sharp fingernail sliding over his balls, making them swing gently from side to side and itch with a powerful, maddening irritation.
"That's my good baby," she purred.
Carefully, she lifted a bit of the robe away so that his balls were uncovered, but his prick was still a captive in the soaked silk. The silk robe was so soaked there that he could feel Jody's lips and teeth against his cock as if they were unhindered by any protection. Jody dragged the robe away, momentarily relinquishing her hold on his prick, and she allowed his fiery throbbing rod to burst into full view.
"What a sight," she whispered as she stared at his hard-on.
His eyes were hot and misty, but Butch saw through a kind of red haze that Jody was licking her lips, savoring the prospect of wrapping them around his naked, fleshy pole.
She took his cock into her mouth, but instead of securing her lips tight around the pulsating head, she had kept them open. Her breath came beating down on his prick, making it feel as if he had put it into a warm oven.
Then she started to lick over and over the tip, her tongue lapping in a quick, feverish motion, making the tender head jerk frantically. Finally, she yielded to the urge. With a strange, gurgling sound she tightened her mouth around his cock meat and began to slowly revolve her tongue around the pulsating blood-filled head.
Butch relaxed, the steady rhythm of her sucking lulling him into a pleasant, drowsy intoxication, calming him completely. With even, regular strokes of her lips, Jody brought him to a peaceful, sensuous state where his anxieties and worries evaporated to the point of nonexistence.
The action of her mouth becoming instinctive and automatic, Jody's mind paused in its enjoyment of his hardened cock to wonder at the effect her cock-sucking was having on him. Cocksucking excited her to tumultuous heights. Most men grew wildly excited by cocksucking. Every man's cock that she had sucked had been precious to her. And, each man she had sucked off had been driven into a frenzy by the way she fondled their cocks with her lips, sucking and licking at it with the expertise of a born cock-sucker.
But Butch was growing more and more passive, content to lie perfectly still and submit to her lips without movement or the least sign of passion. There was no doubt that he was enjoying it. She glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, and he wore an expression of bliss; a steady, dreamy smile was playing on his mouth. It surprised Jody. She knew all about Butch. He was a sadistic person, and that kind of person was rarely ever passive. She wondered if this were a first for Butch: was it the first time he had submitted passively to a woman, letting her take the lead in seduction? She guessed that that was the answer, and, if it was, she was proud of her seductive skills.
Now she longed for the taste of his sperm. She hungered for the rich, foamy fluid to gush into her mouth. She loved the fleshy feel and taste of his prick, so firm and beautifully hard between her surging lips... how gorgeous it was going to be to have her mouth flooded with his hot, white sperm!
She felt his prick expand, and knew his climax was at hand. She grew more excited. She ran her tongue more quickly around the ridge of his foreskin, gliding it wetly over the vulnerable places, hoping to speed his climax. Her senses swam with sensual pleasure as she revolved the elongated, fleshy rod in her mouth, now licking up and down with her anxious tongue. Her lips, surging quickly and urgently up and down, were locked like a rubber band around his organ.
And then he began to shoot his load into her mouth. Splat! The first gush of hot cream poured forth. Her mouthing of his prick was wildly intense now, her lips wrapped tightly around the erect, spitting, lurching stem and she swirled her tongue around it madly. He shot his pungent hot load into her mouth, and she drank it down avidly, greedily, not wanting to miss a drop.
She gulped and gulped, her cheeks expanding and hollowing. Fountains of semen spat into her drinking mouth, and she sipped and drank and swallowed it all down, her lips sucking, her tongue licking wildly.
Then, slowly, his cock began to deflate. She continued to suck on it even as it softened and wilted in the warm circle of her lips. Softer and softer. It drooped. She licked and suckled on it, not wanting to let it go.
He was barking and grunting and sighing in his deep pleasure. She knew that she had given him the ultimate blow job.
"F-fantastic... " he panted, gasping for breath, his chest heaving.
"How good?" she grinned, asking the question while her mouth was still clinging to his deflated prick.
"The best ever... never had a blowjob like that... never!"
And then Jody and Butch stiffened to attention then they heard a harsh cry of pain coming from other side of the room. They turned and looked...
CHAPTER EIGHT
On the other side of the room, Butch and Jody saw a perverse tableau. Howard and Cheryl were naked, their bodies glowing and shadowed by the flickering light of the candles. Howard was cringing and cowering in fright as Cheryl hovered over him menacingly. She was much bigger than he, and in contrast to his slight, small figure, she appeared all-powerful and dynamic.
She was beating Howard with a long length of hard rubber hosing. He twisted and lurched, trying to escape the blows that she bet down on him. The A punishing length of hosing pounded over his shoulders and back, leaving ridging red welts. Howard P squealed and cried out as she viciously assaulted him. Whack! Thump! Crack! Crash!
The rubber hose bashed his back, going lower and I lower, and then smashing with terrible impact against his compact buttock cheeks, leaving a vivid red welt. Again and again she beat him. He ran and darted. He fell down. He crawled. He whined and " begged. He could not get away. She followed him with cruel efficiency. Her arm swung again and again, with sure, lightning speed. The hose arced through the air and thudded into his buttocks. A purple bruise sprang up at impact.
Jody and Butch glanced at each other, and then looked back at Cheryl as she tormented Howard. The vision was the perfect reversal of the male-female roles. She was the stronger, he the weaker. She was strong and dominant, he was weak and effete in his defenselessness.
She beat him with ringing blows, raining a violent tattoo of smashes down on his cringing body. His back was welted and bruised, and there were flecks of blood where the impact of the blows had broken the skin. She flogged him with fury, without mercy. All of her attention and considerable strength and energy was concentrated on the vicious flogging she was administering.
Then Cheryl landed a blow with such power that the impact jarred the rubber hose from her hand. It flew across the room and bounced off of the wall. She quickly began to dart over toward the lost hose. As she did, the welted and bruised Howard leaped from the floor with a bellow. He charged after her with all of his speed, his head down.
He butted into her with his head from the side, catching her just under her left breast, and the impact of his rushing body knocked her off of her feet and sent her sprawling to the pillows that were strewn about on the floor.
Howard pounced on Cheryl and pinned her down flat on her face, sitting astride the small of her back and waist, his fingers twisting in her flowing hair.
"Bitch! You bitch! You nearly murdered me with that hose!" he cried. He was almost hysterical. He was whipped up to a high emotional pitch.
"Get off of me, twerp!" she spat fearlessly.
"Bitch!" he cried, his voice breaking with emotion.
His right hand would tightly in her hair and he pulled her head back viciously, so far back that she gasped in pain. And then he pushed her head down, and her forehead smacked into the floor with a thud.
As he began to yank her head back violently again, with a desperate effort which exhibited strength and quickness, she suddenly reared up and bucked like a bronco, tossing him off of her as if he were a green rodeo rider. He crashed to the floor as she scrambled to her feet.
She let him get to his feet before she again pressed her attack. She side-stepped a lunging punch that he threw, grabbed his wrist and arm and tossed him with ease over her hip. He landed hard on the floor, skidding on the pillows for four feet. She pounced on him, leaping onto his back hard with her bare feet, the full weight of her body crushing down on him. His back creaked and he cried out in pain. She stepped off of him and laughed.
He grabbed her ankle and yanked. Caught off guard, surprised, she was toppled down and he leaped on her quickly as she fell to her back, again sitting astride her, his knees pinning down her shoulders painfully.
She struggled, but he held her down. He threw back his head and laughed. Butch and Jody watched, enthralled and fascinated by the male-female combat. There was much eroticism in seeing a man and girl fighting one another in physical combat.
Howard began to slap Cheryl hard in the face. Each slap made a ringing noise and left a red splotch on her cheeks. She cursed him as he slapped her. She struggled under him, attempting to break free. Then he made his hands into cupping claws and drove them down over her big, firm tits. His hands squeezed her tender, sensitive breasts with cruelty and power.
Cheryl cried out in anguish. The pain was intense. Howard laughed crazily as his hands squeezed her lush tits out of shape. For an instant, he released her tits and they trembled--they were marred by ugly redness caused by the crushing, denting pressure of his hands.
He took her long, hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to pinch them with cruel intent. She screamed as concentrated local pain hit her. Tears of frustration and pain filled her wide eyes.
"How do you like that, bitch?" Howard spat.
'Til get even with you!" she cried. "I will, if it's the last thing I do!"
"Shut your mouth, cunt!" Howard cursed harshly. "I'm going to pinch your nipples right off of your big tits, you cow!"
"Big man!" she mocked bravely, still helplessly pinned down by his knees on her shoulders.
"No--on second thought--I won't pinch them off--I'll bite them off!"
"You wouldn't dare!" she cried defiantly.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" he laughed. "Just watch me!"
He leaned forward, his mouth swooping down at her heaving right breast, his teeth bared and gnashing, aimed directly at her stiff, long nipple. It was a mistake. As he leaned forward, his weight shifted slightly, and Cheryl took advantage as she felt the shifting of his weight. She heaved, bucked and rolled, and pitched him off.
Both Cheryl and Howard at that moment were seized by the same thought. They went after the length of rubber hosing. He got there an instant before she, letting out a cry of triumph as his hand closed around it. But his triumph was a hollow one, for Cheryl socked him solidly on the side of the jaw a split-second after she saw him pick up the rubber hose.
Howard pitched and sagged to the side at the impact of her feet against the side of his jaw. A bruise appeared there. She dragged him to his feet. His eyes were glazed over from the blow he had unexpectedly suffered. She drove her fist into his stomach and the wind whooshed from him as he doubled forward, dropping the hose, clutching at his stomach. Up came her fist from the floor to crash into the very point of his jaw. He went rigid. He staggered. He went down in an unconscious heap and lay still.
Cheryl stood over him in triumph. Butch and Jody stared at Cheryl and glanced at the fallen Howard. Cheryl stooped and picked up the length of rubber hosing. She turned and looked at Jody and Butch as they half lay there on the pillows. She tapped the rubber hosing against the palm of her open hand as she slowly walked over to them, a flickering smile on her lovely lips.
"How'd you like my performance, super-stud?" Cheryl said to Butch.
"I'd say that you are the winner and champion," he grinned back at her.
"In the battle with Howard, maybe... " Cheryl said.
Butch silently wondered how Howard kept his hold over his tribe. How could he suffer defeat at the hands of a girl and still have the girl and the rest of the tribe worship him as their leader? It was a puzzle that he could not unravel. But that's the way it undoubtedly was. He decided to give voice to his puzzlement.
"Cheryl, something's got me baffled... " Butch said.
"What is it, super-stud?" she grinned.
"Howard's the leader, isn't he?"
"Yes, he certainly is. Why?"
"How can you accept him as your leader and respect him when you can beat him up the way you just did?"
"There's more to leadership than physical strength," Cheryl replied. "Howard's got the smarts--real brains. He knows how to organize and command. He has a wonderful mystic spiritual quality that we love and admire. If he got up now and told me to eat his shit, I'd obey without a question. Does that answer your question?"
"Hell, it's too screwy for me to figure out," Butch said making a face.
"Butch," Jody said softly, "Christ was a leader of men, and he was gentle. Don't you think most of his followers could have licked him in physical combat if they tried? But the physical strength part had nothing to do with his powers. It's the same with Howard. He likes to mix it up, even lose--he needs that sometimes--but it doesn't diminish our admiration for him. He's our leader and god. What he says is our law. He leads. We follow. Gladly. He's rare. Unique."
"And yet--Cheryl beats him up--" Butch said, shaking his head.
"You'll never understand, so why should we bother to explain. You're strictly a physical man, Butch," Jody said. "There's no way in the world that you'll ever understand the power of the mind and soul--the mystic leadership quality that Howard has--"
"You bet I'll never understand it," Butch laughed. "But, if that's your kick--so be it."
"Very magnanimous of you," Cheryl said with a wry grin. "You know, Jody, I don't believe that Butch shows the proper respect for our beliefs--"
"I agree with you, Cheryl," Jody nodded, and a look of understanding passed between the two big, voluptuous girls.
"In a way, Butch is mocking our beliefs and our way of life," Cheryl added.
"That's true," Jody agreed.
"What the hell are you two broads talking about?" Butch said impatiently.
"What we're talking about is respect," Jody said to Butch.
"Well, to tell the truth, I don't respect the way you people live. I think it's dumb, stupid. But you're welcome to live the way you want. You don't bother me, so why should I care?" Butch said easily.
"See, Jody, I told you he didn't respect us. He thinks the way we live is dumb and stupid."
"He's being crass," Jody said.
"Very middle-class," Cheryl added.
"Middle-class?" Butch laughed. "Me?" He roared. "Oh, that's rich, that's really rich! Me, middle-class! Too much! If the middle-class knew I was a member in their midst, they'd have a fit!" He laughed.
"Your thinking, if we can consider what goes on in your dull brain thinking, is middle-class, Butch," Cheryl countered.
"My thinking's middle-class?" he asked. He shook his head. "This line of talk is too intellectual for me."
"He only understands basic things--physical things--dig?" Cheryl said to Jody.
"I dig," Jody grinned back at Cheryl. Jody got to her feet and stood next to Cheryl.
Butch, now sitting up, stared at the girls. In their voluptuous, glorious nakedness they were an enthralling sight to behold. They stared back down at him, little smiles flickering on their lips.
"I've got an idea girls--"
"What is it super-stud?"
"Let's ball! The three of us. Howard's still out of it. I've balled more than one girl at a time before, and I've never had any complaints. What say?" he grinned with confidence.
"You certainly are physical," Cheryl laughed.
"Not physical--horny!" he winked.
"Feel like being physical, Jody?" Cheryl asked.
"I certainly do, Cheryl," Jody smiled, her eyes half-lidded, a sultry expression on her face.
"Great!" Butch said happily, believing the girls were as horny for him as he was for them. But then a frown creased his face when he saw the way Cheryl was tapping the rubber hosing against the palm of her hand. And his frown got deeper when he saw Jody go over to the small oval table and pick up the nasty bull whip of braided black leather. "Hey--" he said slowly, frowning, "what is this, anyway?"
"This is going to be our way of being physical with you, super-stud," Cheryl drawled.
"You've got to be kidding--" he said.
"No, we're not, Butch," Jody replied. "You deserve punishment for showing a great lack of respect for our way of life. We don't enjoy being mocked. No one does. In mocking our way of living, you're mocking our beloved leader, Howard--"
"Hell, Howard's my good buddy, has been since we were kids--"
"Yet you mock him!"
"Now look here--"
"No! You look here and listen, super-stud! You only understand things on a physical level. Well, we're coming down to your level to teach you a bit of humility and respect," Cheryl said.
"You've got me all wrong," Butch protested. "The way you live is no concern of mine. Hell, I'm hiding you out here, right? I'm protecting you. I know what you did. But Howard's my old, good buddy, so I'm hiding him and the rest of you."
"Our judgement is: Blood!" Cheryl snarled.
"Blood?" Butch said.
"Blood," Jody said. "Your blood. You will be tortured and made to bleed for your lack of respect and sensitivity."
"Christ, you belong in a looney bin!" he said with disgust.
"And perhaps you belong in a box, six feet under, pushing up daisies," Cheryl stated.
"Hey, hey--don't you have enough blood on your hands already?" Butch asked confidently. "And remember, I'm Howard's bosom buddy. I don't think he'd like it if you girls got too violent--"
"We're simply following Howard's mandates. Disrespect is avenged with blood. You disrespect. You pay. With blood. It's Howard's vengeance," Cheryl said.
Butch glanced over to Howard. He was still out cold, lying face down on a pile of pillows. Butch did not want to suffer torture. He hated the very idea. Dealing out torture was his meat--not suffering it. He feared the rubber hosing in Cheryl's hand, and the whip in Jody's hand. He knew the damage that they could do to him.
"Look ladies--"
"Oh, we're ladies now?" Cheryl laughed. "A moment ago we were broads who were fit for the looney bin."
"Hear me out. Please? Look. Why don't you at least give me this break, huh? Let's wait until Howard recovers his consciousness, okay. Let's see if he means me to suffer torture--let's see if his mandate applies to me--his old buddy--the guy who's taking care of all you people--What do you say, huh?"
"I say no."
"No is my answer."
"Give me a break? He'll come to in a minute--"
"The only break we'll give you, super-stud, is in the bones," Cheryl laughed.
"Come on? What do you say, girls?"
"Oh--we're girls now," Jody laughed. "First we were broads. Then we were crazies, then we were ladies. And now we're girls. Come on, Butch, show a little spine. You should be able to dish it out as well as take it. Obviously, you dish out torture. Receiving it should teach you a little humility and respect."
"Do you really think I'm going to just sit here and let you flog me?" he laughed without a trace of fear. "Well, I won't." He quickly got to his feet and took a step back away from the girls, putting more distance between himself and them. "I'll bet your asses with my bare hands! Shit, I'll take the two of you on. I'm not afraid of--girls," he said with contempt. "Matter-of-fact, it's almost a fair fight now--two of you girls against me--one man--the two of you armed with hosing and a whip--me bare-handed. Yeah, I like the odds," he said with bravado.
"Good," Jody grinned, unaffected by his taunts. "We like the odds, too, Butch. Two of us against one of you. Very good odds. With odds like this we'll really give you the worst beating you've ever suffered in your life," she laughed.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy taking those things away from the two of you and then using them on you. Yeah, it's going to be sweet," Butch grinned, taking another step back, putting more distance between himself and the two big, voluptuous, stunning girls. "Come and get me--if you've got the guts," he taunted.
As Butch backed up, the girls nodded to each other. Jody began circling toward Butch from the left side, Cheryl from the right. Butch darted his eyes from side to side, watching the movement of the advancing girls. He didn't like this. He wanted them to come at him together, to attack him from the front. But by separating, by coming at him from different sides, different angles, they made his barehanded, defensive posture terribly vulnerable.
Jody's whip lashed out and struck him, the impact half-turning him around and, at the instant of impact, Cheryl was on him, pounding him with the brutal length of rubber hosing.
Butch did not have a chance. Brave words meant nothing when action counted for everything. He tried to cover up. The whip lashed at him again and again, wrapping around his waist, gouging flesh, slashing deep into his flesh. Blood splattered.
The rubber hose pounded him about the shoulders and sides and back, bruising and welting him, hurting his muscles and bones. The girls were flogging him with unconcealed glee, the demented glee of pure sadists. Butch, who had never suffered torture, wailed and bellowed, helplessly trying to fend off the blows. But the lash of the whip and the crunch of the hose hit at him from all directions at once.
His body was now covered with bruises, welts, deep cuts and gouges. Blood dripped copiously from his cowering body. In his frustration and torment and humiliation, tears, unbidden, were spilling from his eyes.
"Stop! Please stop! Aiiieee!' he screamed.
"How do you like this, super-stud! Take this! And that!"
The girls crowded closer to him now. He was beaten and feeble and helpless to fend for himself. While the beating of Butch progressed, Howard regained consciousness. He shook his head, clearing it. He blinked his eyes.
To Howard, it looked as if the girls were about to kill Butch Stamen. He scrambled to his feet and began to shout: "Stop! Stop at once! Do you hear me? Stop! I command you Jody! I command you Cheryl! Stop immediately! Stop!"
The girls froze at the angry cry of Howard's voice.
"What do you two think you're doing?" Howard said, an edge of rage in his voice.
"We were carrying out one of your commandments," Cheryl replied in a subdued voice.
"And what, may I ask, commandment was that?" Howard's voice dripped with acid.
" 'Disrespect is avenged in blood,' " said Cheryl, quoting. "Butch was showing disrespect for our way of life--"
"And," added Jody, "by mocking our way of life, he was mocking you, Howard, because you're our leader."
Howard stood there for a measured moment in silence. Butch was shivering in his pain. His body was crisscrossed with welts, bruises, cuts and gouges... and blood was dripping from some of the deeper, uglier wounds.
"Girls," Howard started in a low, calm voice, "why are we here?"
"Because you told us we were coming here," Jody answered.
"And why else are we here?" Howard persisted.
"Butch is hiding us out--" Cheryl said.
"Correct. Butch is making our safety possible. He's arranged everything for us. He's arranged a new place for us to stay. If it weren't for Butch Stamen we'd still be out in the desert, in the ghost town. If it weren't for Butch Stamen, the law might have us now. Without Butch we would have had no way in which to dispose of the things we took from Kronenburg's. Without Butch we wouldn't have the drugs with which to sustain our habits. Girls, wouldn't you say that Butch is pretty important to us?"
"Yes... " the girls replied in unison, dropping their heads, averting their eyes, their shoulders sagging in shame.
"And this is the way you treat a man who's made all of these things possible... " Howard said with contempt. "There are times when both of you should have the sense to know that one of my commandments must be tempered with rational, intuitive judgment. This was one of those times. Now, the both of you--get out of here and go get my medical kit so we can soothe Butch's wounds."
The girls scampered out of the room, fearful of Howard's wrath. Howard walked over to Butch and closely examined his gaping, sore wounds.
"I'm sorry things got out of hand, Butch."
"It's okay--it's done--Christ, those girls weren't doing anything to me that I haven't done worse to other people--But, Christ, Howard, it's awful to suffer torture--I don't like it--It's not my bag--"
"That's where you and I differ. I'm a sadist and a masochist. I enjoy it both ways. But, if I had my choice, I'd rather give than receive torture." He grinned, and then recited, in a mocking cadence: "
"Tis better to give than receive .. " Both men laughed.
"I never dreamed your girls could be so brutal. I should have known, though, when I saw what Cheryl was doing to you... "
"She's a tough customer."
The girls returned with Howard's kit. Howard worked over Butch's wounds for nearly twenty minutes, before he was satisfied. But grimaced several times, but the sting and ache began to go out of the wounds quickly. Howard's salves and ointments worked wonders.
"Whatever that stuff is that you use, it really works," said Butch with grateful admiration to Howard. He was feeling much better now. Howard did not reply. He was eyeing the girls sternly.
"Assume the position," Howard barked at Jody and Cheryl. Butch, when he heard the command, looked at Howard in puzzlement. In a moment he understood.
Jody and Cheryl did not utter a word of protest. They were very passive and stoic. Both girls assumed the position: They spread their legs wide apart. They bent forward from their waists and grasped their ankles with their hands. Their tits dangled. Their buttocks jutted out, upturned and vulnerable, the cheeks of the asses slightly spread, the pouch of their pussies lewdly exposed. It was a degrading position for a girl to be forced to assume, but the girls assumed the position promptly on Howard's command, without a word or a sullen look of protest.
"Jody and Cheryl, you are going to be punished," Howard lectured. "The reason for your punishment is obvious. The pair of you displayed shamefully poor judgment in torturing Butch. The punishment you are about to suffer will linger in your minds and hopefully will aid you in the future to make better judgments."
Butch, while Howard was making this little speech, had gone over to the far side of the room. He came back with two paddles. The paddles had long handles. The smacking surface of the paddles were thick and flat and made of hard rubber.
Howard took one of the paddles from Butch. Butch kept the other paddle for himself. Butch lined himself up behind the doubled-over Cheryl; Howard was standing behind Jody. The girls stared back at the men, from between their widespread, long legs, and saw the menacing men upside down.
Without another word being said, the punishment of Jody and Cheryl began.
Wham! Wham!
Both men swung the paddles with full-force, and the flat surface of the hard rubber paddles smacked into the jutting cheeks of the girls' asses with ferocious impact. The girls' buttock cheeks were flattened by the blows of the hard paddles. Tears immediately squeezed to the girls' eyes as they felt the searing pain of the blows.
Wham! Wham! Wham! WHam!
Howard and Butch were swinging the paddles in the same way in which they would swing baseball bats. Every ounce of the strength was behind each blow. With each splat of the paddles against the girls' asses, horrible red, welting blotches sprang up on the girls' shimmering buttocks.
It was now a steady, ferocious tattoo that the bent over girls were suffering. The pain, high-localize, was blazingly intense. The cheeks of their asses flattened with each solid blow, and their juicy cheeks jiggle and danced. Their asses went from pink to red to scarlet with the flailing blows of the hard-rubber paddles.
The muscles in the arms and shoulders and backs of Butch and Howard bulged as they beat the girls' buttocks viciously with the paddles. The girls were crying out in pain now, tears streaking down their lovely cheeks. Their faces were contorted with the pain they were suffering. Their bodies lurched with each powerful blow.
Again and again and again the paddles blazed through the air to smack with terrible hurting force against the cheeks of the girls' asses. The juicy cheeks of the girls' behinds were swelling and welting now, and discolored--the cheeks glowed with scarlet pain.
Jody and Cheryl sobbed quietly, wailing from time to time in their pain. As the relentless flailing of the paddles continued, the girls began to sob more openly. Their knees were going weak. Both Howard and Butch, from years of long, sadistic experience, could judge the limit of a victim's endurance. Both now knew that Jody and Cheryl were at about to the limit of their endurance. The men knew that the girls could not much longer stand to suffer the vicious spanking of the punishing paddles.
Sweating profusely from the ordeal of spanking the girls, Butch and Howard tossed aside their paddies. The girls, even though they gratefully knew that they would not have to suffer any more spanking, did not get up from the position which Howard had forced them to assume. They could not move from that position until Howard told them that they could.
Dealing out sadistic punishment had, as always, sexually excited both Butch and Howard. Enormous erections jutted out from the juncture of their thighs. The girls, staring back between their legs, could see the erections. It was easy for both of the girls to guess what would happen next.
"Ready girls?" Howard smirked.
The girls nodded numbly in assent.
Howard and Butch advanced behind the girls, their enormous erections wagging, aimed straight at the deep clefts between the welted, scarlet cheeks of the girls' asses.
Howard and Butch laughed at the vulnerable, helpless, degraded girls, wriggling their hips suggestively, lewdly, their long, thick, sinewy cocks jutting out menacingly. The girls shuddered in fear: they knew how painful it was to be sodomized. And they knew that the pain would be increased by the rub of the men's bodies against their aching, tender buttock cheeks.
Now the girls could feel the hot rotating rods forcing themselves along the deep anal channels. But, to the girls' surprise, there was no sudden, ripping entry into their rectums. Instead, the men moved teasingly against their buttocks, probing and flicking at the girls like giant birds of prey playing with helpless quarry. The men gripped the girls by their hips and pressed fingers hard into inflamed buttocks, making the girls moan in pain.
And then the men jerked their hips forward. They guided their heavy cocks straight at the elastic anal rings. They grunted as they began to force the unnatural entry into the girls' rectums. The men slammed their hips forward and the girls sobbed helplessly. The cocks began to bore into the tiny elastic anal rings.
The girls suffered in servile acceptance of their fate. The doubled over girls presented themselves in defenseless sacrifice. They were Howard's and Butch's to plunder at will.
The men grinned and grunted, shoving ruthlessly the very tips of their cocks into the girls' cringing assholes. Their lips bared back over their teeth as they grunted in unbridled lust.
The girls, up through widespread legs, watched in awed terror as the two studs slowly began to penetrate rectally. Neither girl could tear her eyes away from the vile instruments that were intent on raping their assholes.
Howard and Butch flicked their hips with power. They forced the blood-filled heads of their pricks brutally into the straining, stretching anal rings. In, in, the bulging cocks plowed slowly, stretching the resisting rubbery rings almost to the bursting points.
The girls twitched their heads wildly from side to side, screaming.
"Aaaggghhh! Aiieeee! Uhhhh! Owwwwww!"
The cocks sank in a cruel inch. The impaled girls cried out in awful anal pain. The cocks were too big. Neither girl thought that she could take it in in a million years at the rectum. The cocks, drilling in slowly, painfully, were splitting the buttock cheeks wide apart, and were stretching the anal rings terribly, and the pain was unbearable to the girls--it rocketed through their impaled bodies.
The men pushed their hips forward with power, wide grins on their lips. The relentless cocks drilled inward another excruciating inch.
"Uuuuuugggghhh!"
Another inch--"Aaaaggggggg!"
The girls were being sodomized--fucked and skewered like medieval slaves. As the men screwed their cocks deeper and deeper into the girls' aching, over-stretched rectums, they added to the girls' humiliation and pain by squeezing and pinching the girls' aching, welted buttocks.
With sudden, crushing thrusts, Howard and Butch plowed their giant cocks deep into the tight, resisting anal passageways, pushing ripples of pink, internal flesh in rolling waves before it.
Jody and Cheryl jerked convulsively as the huge rods raced into their anal depths like runaway freight trains smashing all resistance. To the girls it felt as if there were uncontrolled monsters crawling around inside of them, filling their every crevice and pushing their inner organs into tiny tight balls that could not breathe or move. It felt as it the cock would drill in so deep that they would come out of their throats, out of their mouths, curling around their shoulders and necks to crush their lives away.
Howard and Butch thundered at the girls' assholes with earth-shattering jolts. They thudded heavily into the girls' upturned assholes. The monstrous sperm-inflated balls slapped against the girls' cunts.
The huge cocks were imbedded to the hilts inside of the girls' shivering assholes like ancient impaling torture devices. The girls' faces were contorted in pain as they gasped for breath and sobbed in pain.
The men began to slowly revolve their pelvises, , grinding their cocks tightly into the girls' assholes, expanding the still cringing walls of the rectums until they fitted like snug gloves.
The men stared down with hungry eyes at their huge cocks, buried deep in the girls' asses, and both men were slightly amazed that the tight, tiny assholes were capable of swallowing their cocks whole. Their hands rubbed lewdly and cruelly over the moon-shaped cheeks of the girls' skewered buttocks. The cocks were all of the way in, working, jerking, rotating, deep deep up in the dry, throbbing tunnels.
Now Butch and Howard began a painful sawing motion in and out of Jody's and Cheryl's stretched and aching assholes, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of withdrawal and battering the girls' pain-wracked bodies. The pistoning cocks brought groans of pain gushing from the lips of Jody and Cheryl.
The pain was easing and a weird sensation of beginning, perverse and bizarre pleasure began to pass through the helpless girls. The outrageous debasement and subjugation brought strange masochistic pleasures flooding through the girls' blood streams. Their hips began unconsciously gyrating in an abandoned rhythm with the increasing speed of the anal fucking.
"Oh, Gawd--!" Jody bawled.
The girls were impaled anal prisoners, helpless to defend themselves... and now, the rape of their assholes was beginning to feel delicious... a weird mating of pleasure and pain...
The girls grunted as the men pounded their assholes without mercy, battering them, giving them awful pain that blended into weird pleasure. The girls began gyrating their asses faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous cocks that drubbed into them like tireless fucking machines.
Now they were closing fast on the finish. The cocks of both men were expanding as they pummeled into the girls' throbbing, aching assholes.
"Ahhhhhh!" Howard sighed.
"Ohhhh!" Butch groaned.
And then the men grunted and whined in release as their great balls began pumping spurt after spurt of hot white cream deep into the girls' bellies.
When they had pumped their last drops of juice into the girls' outraged assholes, the men withdrew slowly, and, as the wilting cocks came out, long thin strings of white sticky liquid trailed from their cocks over the girls' behinds and thighs.
"So much for your asses... " Howard sighed.
CHAPTER NINE
And, for the moment, Howard and Butch were done with the girls' asses--first the spanking with the paddles, and then sodomizing the girls. Howard whispered into Butch's ear, and he grinned and nodded. The men agreed to give the girls a few moments J of pleasure before torturing them some more.
The girls were still in the shameful position, panting, their faces flushed, the buttocks aching, their assholes tingling with pain. They did not expect what came next...
They got down between the girls' wide-spread thighs and shoved their faces up at the girls' vulnerable cunts. At the touch of lips at their pussies, the girls' faces took on a look of surprise and rapture.
They began to mew softly as they felt tongues licking and fingers pinching at their nipples.
The men whipped and swished their tongues deep up inside of the girls' cunts, and now the girls were humming and sighing and panting with pleasure.
They tongued the girls until both of them climaxed copiously. They sucked on the contracting pussies until the girls had finished their convulsions. And still the girls were locked in their humiliating positions.
"Stand up with your arms relaxed at your sides," Howard said to Jody and Cheryl.
The girls complied eagerly, and it felt to them as if their backs were creaking from having been doubled over for so long... and through so much...
The girls, so absorbed in the luxury of being freed from their humiliating position, did not notice what Howard and Butch were up to.
Silently, Howard and Butch moved like animal trainers advancing on their prey. They raised their arms and cracked the whips through the air, and the tips of the lashes bit into the girls' tits with sickening precision. The girls cried out in surprise and excruciating pain, their unready bodies rocked by the power of the lashes.
The whips sang through the air again, this time catching the girls full between their open thighs, slicing the tender flesh open. Blood began to ooze and drip. More blood splattered as the lashes landed again. Again and again the whips flogged the hapless girls, the cruel leather cutting its way into the girls' flesh brutally. Welts and slices crisscrossed the girls' shimmering bodies. Blood splattered with each lash.
"Aaagggg! Aaaagggg! Nooooo! Please!" The girls cried out and begged for mercy, to no avail.
Finally, Howard and Butch stepped back to survey the results of their brutal flogging. The girls had their teeth clenched tightly together as they fought off the waves of nausea brought on by excruciating pain. Many many welts and cuts and bruises covered the girls' voluptuous bodies, marring their luscious flesh. Both girls now looked as if their spirit had been broken.
Jody and Cheryl were sobbing quietly in their pain and humiliation. They were docile.
"What do you think, Howard?"
"I think that's enough torture for now," Howard replied.
When the girls heard Howard's words they heaved deep sighs of relief. But, a second later, they stiffened when they heard Howard's voice again...
"Lie down, flat on your backs, with your legs spread wide apart," Howard commanded.
Like timid slave girls, Jody and Cheryl complied. They lay back in the pillows on the floor flat on their backs, their legs yawning wide apart, their pussies brazenly, lewdly, humiliatingly exposed to the greedy male eyes.
Howard and Butch, with renewed erections, brought on by the thrill of flogging the girls with whips, fell heavily on top of the girls. Jody and Cheryl moaned in pain. Wherever they were touched, they hurt, and their bodies were covered completely now by heavy, rubbing male weight. The girls felt the large bulbous heads of the cocks moving up and down in the wide-spread slits of their vaginas. They whimpered under the men in pain--the bleeding cuts and bruises and welts hurt even more now that Howard and Butch were lying on top of them.
The men pressed down, flexing their buttocks with strength... and then... cunt penetration... The pussy lips gave and the huge blood-filled cock heads slipped wetly inside with a rush that made the girls gasp for breath.
"Let's fuck the shit out of them!" Butch cried to Howard.
"We'll fuck 'em silly!"
The cock impalement was cruel and painful at first, because both Howard and Butch were so huge.
"God, what a nice pussy!" Butch sighed on top of Cheryl.
The men felt the vaginas' warm wet walls slipping over their turgid cocks like melted butter. Their cocks speared into pussies... the cocks raced into the girls like fast, whirling drills boring through the depths of the earth, battering and smashing all before it.
The thick hard cocks sank to their fullest depth in the girls' quivering cunts, and the girls felt the hardness of the cock heads pressing tightly against the end of their cervixes.
Butch and Howard pumped Jody and Cheryl, and the girls responded like bitches in heat, squeezing their cunts around the pistoning cocks. As they fucked the girls they dug their fingers cruelly at the girls' aching, cringing, tiny puckered anuses. They battered the girls wildly. The girls squirmed fitfully under the men.
Now Howard and Butch had the girls pinned under them in such a way that the girls legs were back, their knees touching their shoulders--that way the girls could take more cock--The room was filled with the sound of whimpers, sighs, groans and the maddening slap of balls against buttocks.
Howard and Butch were braced on their knees and elbows above the wildly thrashing girls, letting the hungrily clasping cunts slither up and down their rigid cocks. They bucked forward on the girls on the girls' upstroke several times, driving the blunt heads of their cocks almost through the walls of the girls' wombs.
"Aaaaaagggghhh! " the girls cried out as hands worked at their welted buttocks, fingers pinching, squeezing, and then finding the wide spread crack and thrusting in--middle fingers went in up to the second knuckles into the girls' puckered anuses, making the girls jerk erotically.
And then they began to come, one at a time, within seconds of each other. Great floods of hot juice began throbbing from the walls of the girls' vaginas as stuttering cocks spit sprays of sperm. Sperm shot and poured. Cunt juice flowed. Ecstasy.
Then they lay still, a loose tangle of arms and intertwining legs, their breathing slowing after the fucking. The men rose up from the sprawling bodies of the girls, their deflated cocks slipping out with a sucking noise from the liquid filled furrow between the girls' open legs.
Three days later, Howard and his gang took leave of Butch Stamen's warehouse. The three-day stay had been an orgy of sex, sadism and drugs. But none of them never really minded leaving. After hiding out in the ghost town, and then hiding out in the warehouse, it felt good to be riding out in the open roads--it felt like freedom.
The ex-camping site was everything that Butch had promised Howard that it would be. It was eleven miles away from town. It was peaceful and secluded, very woodsy. After moving their gear into the main lodge, they went out for a walk. They breathed in the clean, crisp, clear air, enjoying it. The trees were dense and heavy with foliage. Nearby were several small lakes with sparkling water.
After their long stay in the desert town, this place seemed like an oasis. The main lodge, in which they all decided to stay, had more rooms than they needed. It was built of stone and rough beams, and each room had a walk-in fireplace. They had indoor plumbing, and the water they drank came from a well, and it was sweet to the taste, unpolluted by chemicals.
Howard moved into the hugest suite of rooms. His suite was comprised of a large living room, dressing room, main bedroom and two smaller, but still quite large bedrooms. Marcy and Ellen moved into these other bedrooms.
Though he had a feeling of well-being and remoteness from the rush of the world, Howard kept in close touch--he spoke to Butch almost daily by phone; and, he listened to news reports on the radio and read every newspaper he could get his hands on.
What Howard learned was that the police were getting nowhere in their efforts to solve the Kronenburg case. In fact, the case was beginning to fade to smaller and smaller articles, farther and farther back in the daily papers. But, a week later, the Kronenburg case flared up on front pages again. The bodies of three murdered, tortured, badly mutilated girls were found floating in a river, twenty-five miles from the scene of the original crime.
Because of the condition of the bodies in the canvas sacks, the authorities immediately speculated that these murders must be linked with the Kronenburg murders. But in what way, they did not know. More days passed. No clues turned up. And then other news forced even these new murders out of the papers.
Day after day Howard devoured the papers. He and his band of followers and Butch had done an excellent job in covering their tracks. They had committed the perfect crime, it seemed--but in this case, there were a total of nine vicious, perverse and sadistic crimes of murder involved.
Howard was again growing restless. He had fished and hiked. He had gone swimming nearly every day, and had acquired a deep tan. But, out here in the wilds, he felt he was too far away from the action. He liked city lights and the excitement that they promised.
So, one night, after cautioning his band to take care in every way, he gave everyone the freedom to go anywhere they chose. Howard chose Reno, while some of his band chose Virginia City, and others chose Carson City, and a few, like Howard, went to Reno.
Howard took Ellen and Marcy with him. He liked Reno. He had been there before, and he knew where the action was. He spent several hours gambling, playing blackjack, poker and shooting crap, and he wound up by winning $650. With the money, they went on a buying spree. The girls seemed obsessed with purchasing hoards of undies, negligees and frilly nighties, much to Howard's surprise and delight. He bought himself several pairs of jeans, leather slacks, a very mod suit, thick leather wrist braces and an even dozen wide, expensive, leather belts. They heaped their purchases in the trunk of the car.
It was now after two in the morning, and the three of them were high on excitement. They had taken a motel room for the night: it was a suite of three rooms which suited Howard and the two girls just fine, and the motel clerk asked no questions, of course. The motel was only a few blocks from the heart of what action was left in town.
"Let's have a little fun tonight," Ellen said.
"What do you have in mind?" Howard asked.
"Remember back about eight, nine months ago when we were in Cleveland?"
"Yeah--?"
"The three of us went out, remember? Marcy picked up this guy and then we--"
"Yes!" Marcy laughed. "I remember that! That was a heavy night! A zinger!"
"It was fun," Howard agreed.
"Well," Ellen said, "I thought we might try something like that again tonight What do you say?"
"Well, all right," Howard laughed.
On foot, the trio left the motel, in search of action.
They were out 'hunting.' They didn't want a young kid. They wanted a mature man. They decided to try the motion picture house. They entered the darkened theatre, their eyes adjusting to the darkness, searching for their prey. And then Ellen spotted the victim.
He was a heavy-set, broad-shouldered man. The theatre was nearly empty, and the movie showing on the screen was too dumb to watch. With Ellen leading, they slid into the row in which the man was sitting. Ellen took the seat next to the man. He glanced at her when she sat down, and then returned his eyes to the silliness being played out on the screen.
They whispered among themselves, and the man looked at them, annoyed. He obviously did not want to be disturbed. He was about to get up and change his seat when he felt Ellen's hand on his knee.
Ellen could feel his muscles tense as he almost leaped out of his seat at the unexpectedness of it. He glanced over at her, timid because there was someone else with her, and because he could only believe that it was an accident.
But her hand began moving upward along his knee. He had a sweater draped over his lap. In a moment, Ellen's hand was under the sweater. He trembled as her hand slid to a rest on the ridge of his cock. In a sudden frenzy of courage, he grabbed her hand with his and pressed her hand down hard on his cock.
His cock was rising fast in his pants. Ellen's expert fingers circled around the rising lump, squeezing it gently. Even Marcy and Howard could hear the man's breath quicken harshly. The overwhelmed man was sweating in a blend of desire and confusion.
Ellen grinned at Marcy and Howard and winked. The man whose cock she was caressing under the sweater on his lap was too funny for words. He would not look at her. It was as if he thought that by looking at her he would break the spell, and it would all turn out to be a lewd dream.
But it wasn't a dream. Ellen was enjoying herself. She tensed with the pleasure of the feeling of the power she had over the man. She moved her hand to the top of his zipper, and then slowly, slowly, brought it down.
Now the man's eyes were darting about frantically. His eyes darted from Ellen to Marcy to Howard, and then back and forth again. He was confused and excited. He didn't know what to do. Since he didn't know how to react, he had to sit there and wait and see.
Ellen's hand crept inside of his open fly. Her hand dipped through the opening in his shorts. Her hand found his fully-aroused cock. Her fingers circled about it, feeling it, measuring it, weighing it. She decided that the man's cock was only slightly larger than the normal run of cocks--but that was all right.
She squeezed and caressed and explored his rearing cock with her knowing fingers. The man was panting now, and his face was covered with beads of sweat, even though the theatre was quite well cooled by air conditioning.
The man seemed paralyzed. He still could not believe what was happening to him. He had often dreamed something like this would happen to him, but it never did. Now it was happening. He was middle-aged, and the girl feeling up his cock was young and very beautiful. The girl beside him was playing with his cock as if it were her favorite toy. He glanced at her. Why, she was young enough to be his daughter, and that thought excited him even more.
"I really like you," Ellen whispered into the man's ear. "And I especially like what you've got in your pants. It's so nice and big and hard. Mmmmmm."
"But... b-but what about the guy and girl w-with you?" the man whispered back.
"What about them?"
"Can you, well, you know--can you get rid of them?" he asked, surprised by his own courage.
"Oh, no," Ellen whispered back.
"B-but... why not?"
"He's my brother, and she's my sister."
"What! Your brother and sister!"
"Yes."
"But what if they see what you're doing to me?"
"They won't mind."
"They won't?" he gulped.
"No. Besides, my brother has a bigger cock than yours. But yours is very big and very nice. My brother's just a stud, that's all."
"Huh?" he said stupidly.
"And my sister's AC-DC. We swing together, you see. We're a very close-knit family--especially in bed."
"Jesus... " the man gulped, blinking violently in his excitement and utter confusion.
She began really rolling his cock around. He almost choked he was so stunned and charged up. He was speechless. She pulled his prick out of his pants and, under the cover of his sweater, really began to beat his meat. The man was a swamp of sweat, gulping and gasping, not knowing what to say.
"Do you like what I'm doing?" Ellen whispered into his ear.
"Y-yeah--"
"Then let's get out of here and do a lot more."
"But what about--them--?"
"Either you're game or you aren't. Listen. We're going to leave now. Put your prick back in your pants. If you want something done about your prick, come along, we'd like you to come with us." He stared at Ellen, baffled, but as she and Marcy and Howard got up, he quickly zipped himself up and, in a trance, sweating heavily, he walked after them as they left the theatre, his hard-on slugging around and aching in his pants.
Outside, the man blinked under the theatre lights, and tried not to look at Marcy and Howard. He stared fixedly at Ellen. He did not have the vaguest idea of what was going on. He didn't know what was going to happen next. He looked at Ellen, his eyes begging her for guidance.
"We're going back to our motel. It's only a three-minute walk from here," Ellen said to the confused man. "We're going to take you with us," she explained. Her hand slipped into his, and her fingers tickled his palm suggestively, promising everything.
He stared at her. He was a very big man, and he was half-a-head taller than she. He was not especially good-looking. His chin was running into other chins, and his nose was too broad and his hair was weak and thinning. His eyes were watery and tentative, very defensive.
As soon as they got back to their motel, Ellen flung herself at the big, baffled man, gluing her body to his as Marcy and Howard watched, grinning.
"Stop worrying so much about my brother and sister," Ellen said seeing the look of worry in the man's watery eyes. "Especially don't worry about my sister. I'm sure she'll want a turn with you." The man stared at the loveliness of Marcy and nearly passed out of happiness.
Ellen grabbed for his prick. She felt it up and down through his trousers. The man jumped, as if burned.
"Oh, calm down," Ellen said. "Nobody's going to tell your Mommy what you're doing... or your wife," she added with a giggle. "We won't bite you. I might bite your cock, though, but not too hard," she added sexily.
The man groaned, so uncomfortable and unsure of himself, so speechless, that the trio had to strain not to laugh at him. Ellen brazenly, in front of Marcy and Howard, unzipped the man's fly. She reached in, found his swollen cock and pulled it out. It was long and thick and hard.
"Oh!" she squealed with delight. "How great. He's got a beauty! How big it is! Oh, I can hardly wait to feel it in me! "
"Don't wear him out. I'd like a taste of that pretty hunk of cock that he's got," Marcy said, grinning and licking her lips very suggestively.
"Girls will be girls," Howard said to the man, shrugging his shoulders as if to say: there's nothing I can do about it.
The man was finally getting the idea that Marcy and Howard had no objections to what Ellen was doing with his cock. In fact, they seemed to heartily approve. With nerve he didn't know he possessed, the man put his arms around Ellen and kissed her. She instantly opened her mouth and let his tongue in, dancing her own tongue against his. And all the while her hand was seductively jerking around on his exposed hard-on, while Marcy and Howard avidly watched.
"God damn!" the man said, beaming with sudden happy confidence.
With this sudden confidence he reached down in back of Ellen, found the hem of her miniskirt and hiked it up, all the way up, over her peach colored, lacy panties. He dipped his hand under her panties and squeezed her luscious, juicy buttock cheeks.
"Ohhh, good," Ellen sighed. "You're getting the idea, lover.
She returned her mouth to his, her tongue spearing into his mouth, while her hands got busy unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers. His hands continued to squeeze her buttock cheeks, as if he could not believe the lusciousness of them, and the fact that he was squeezing them... and doing all of this in full sight of the beautiful girl's brother and lovely sister.
"Wait till you see and feel how I wiggle my ass and pussy when your big beauty is in me," Ellen crooned as she broke the kiss.
"Jesus!" was all that the overwhelmed man could manage.
Ellen broke away from the man, leaving him standing there with his trousers down around his ankles. His hard-on stood out nakedly from the gap in the front of his white cotton shorts. Ellen got busy taking off her clothes. As she did, Marcy walked over to the man and copped a handful of his naked hard-on. The man gasped and almost turned purple.
"Save some of this for me, big boy," Marcy said seductively to him as her fingers encircled his rigid rod. "And don't waste everything on my sister," she added with a lurid wink. Again, the man gulped, and it was all Marcy could do not to burst out in laughter.
As the man watched, Marcy fondling his cock now, Howard, whom he thought was Ellen's brother, helped Ellen strip, grabbing quick feels as he helped her disrobe. The man gulped--a brother feeling up and undressing a sister like that!--it was almost too much for his slugging heart to take.
Then Marcy, Ellen and Howard went to work getting the man's clothes off. By the time they finished, the man was sucking for air like a fish, and his face was beet-red with excitement. His cock was so rigid it was parallel with the floor.
Ellen went down on her knees in front of his cock and gave it an exploratory suck. The man gasped and swayed, looking as if he were going to pass out. He stared down at Ellen's head at his cock and watched her run her tongue up and down his hard-on. She rotated her lips around the cock's satiny crown. She drilled her tonguetip into the tiny gland opening, tasting the drop that glistened there.
He tensed and she looked up at him, frowning.
"Don't come, for God's sake," Ellen warned the man. "Not that I'd mind your coming in my mouth, but I'd like your first come to be in my pussy."
While all of this was going on, Howard and Marcy were watching avidly, nodding with approval, smiling encouragement to the man. The man didn't know what kind of perverts they were, but he was having so much fun, and the evening promised so much more fun, that he didn't care.
"Come, lover," Ellen said to the man. She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed. Marcy and Howard followed closely. Ellen climbed into the bed and lay back, slightly parting her thighs, holding her open arms out to the man in invitation. "Come to me. Make wonderful love to me. Fuck me out of my skull with your big beauty, lover," she purred.
It was all he needed. He tripped trying to leap into bed, and, after a foolish stagger, got in next to Ellen. She pulled him over on top of her, reaching down to grasp his cock, to guide it in.
"This is going to be so much fun," Ellen crooned to the overheated man. "It's even going to be more fun with my brother and sister watching. And when you lay my sister, you'd better believe I'll be watching."
"Jesus--!" he gulped.
"Come to me lover. My pussy's starving for your big beautiful prick. It can't wait any longer. Come to me."
He moved up sluggishly over Ellen, very clumsy and unsure of himself, uncomfortable with the lights on and her brother and sister watching. She spread her legs and pulled his cock. She aimed it for him.
He gurgled strangely as he began to enter her juicy pussy. Her cunt lips parted to welcome his cock. It went in and in and in and in. Right to the hilt. She sighed.
"You fill me up soooo nice... " she purred.
She put her arms around him and kissed him, her tongue working in his mouth. Slowly, they began to screw.
"Jesus--" he gasped, hardly able to believe he was inside of her juicy, delicious cunt.
"Now, lover, you're really going to get it," she said to him as he moved into his slow outstroke.
At the very top of his upstroke, when his cock was almost out of her, he went rigid, sheets of sweat broke out on his body, and his entire body went rigid. His mouth opened horribly, but no sound came out. At the very top of his upstroke, the vicious slice of a bull whip ripped into his heavy, muscular buttock cheeks.
It was a long moment before the impact of pain registered in his wheeling brain. Then, he screamed. As he screamed, Marcy shoved a wad of cloth into his mouth, nearly choking him, making him gag. The impact of the whip's lash drove his cock way up inside of Ellen, and she grunted with delight, squealing for more.
The whip crashed over the man's now bleeding buttocks again and again. He could not get away, nor could he seem to understand and pull himself together. His cock was still in Ellen's pussy, and, as he lurched and shivered with each stroke of the slashing whip, his cock drove wildly in and out of Ellen's greedy pussy, giving her wild thrills.
Howard lashed the man's buttocks wildly, swiftly and with devastating power. And still the man was united with Ellen, his cock lurching and pivoting in her thrilling cunt. She climaxed twice in fifteen seconds and cried wildly for more.
The man's ass was a disaster now. It was crisscrossed with deep, bloody gashes. Blood oozed and dripped. New blood splattered with each crack of the horrible whip. The wad of cloth in his mouth muffled his cries of abject pain. His eyes were rolling and glazed.
Howard worked the whip with deadly power and precision. He concentrated the lashes on the man's buttocks exclusively. He cut the ass to ribbons with a fine craftsman's precision, grinning with sadistic malice as he did. Marcy watched the torture with building excitement. She tore off her own clothes and felt up her tits and fingered her cunt as she watched.
Again, Ellen came, for the third time since the whipping had begun. Amazingly, his cock was still rock-hard, unaffected by the awful beating that his ass was taking. Blood was now dripping from the man's ruined buttocks down onto Ellen's churning thighs. She was beside herself. The man on her was moving his cock around inside of her pussy as no other man ever had. The whipping was making him jerk and buck and jab and lurch insanely, and it was the best fucking she had ever had.
Howard, after hearing Ellen whine through yet another climax, tossed the whip aside. The man's ass was raw and chewed up, a horrible sight to behold. He went over to the bed and yanked the stunned, tormented, bleeding man from Ellen. Ellen protested as she felt the cock withdraw, but Howard ignored her. The man came off of the bed and staggered about crazily, the cloth wad still in his mouth, blood dripping from his ass.
And yet, the man's cock was still rampant. Marcy sprang to the cock, grasping it with her hand. She leaped into the air, her legs wide apart, and twined her legs around the man's waist. The force of her body hitting his drove him back against the wall. Marcy crunched her cunt down and it sucked up his cock and she hung there, her legs scissored powerfully around the man's waist, her arms around his neck.
As he sagged stupidly against the wall, muffled wails of pain coming from his gagged mouth, Marcy began to wildly ride his rampant cock, her buttocks swaying, swirling, jerking and bucking with sensual abandon. It only took sixty seconds for her to climax. She was highly steamed up from watching Ellen with the man.
When she came down from her orgasm, she disengaged her cunt, released his cock, and she slid to the floor. His cock was still rearing up. Marcy dropped to her knees in front of the man and swallowed up his cock, her lips slurping noisily. She sucked for five seconds, then slid her lips off of his cock.
With a demented light glimmering in her eyes, Marcy bit into the crown of his cock with her sharp teeth. Her teeth sank in, breaking the skin, drawing beads of blood. Instantly, the man's erection began to wilt. It died completely as Marcy continued to chew viciously on the bloody knob of his cock.
The man's eyes rolled back and he sagged heavily to the floor. He lay still, breathing thickly through his broad nose. His cock was now dripping blood, just as his ass was. Her sharp teeth had scraped the flesh on the knob of his cock raw, and had chewed deep gashes into the tender flesh.
"What a wild fuck that was," Ellen sighed, getting up from the bed. "Christ, you have no idea how it felt! When you whipped him, Howard, it made him do fantastic things with his cock inside of me. Fantastic!"
"How he kept that hard-on through it all is beyond me," Marcy said. "But I'm damn glad he did. I got my jollies, too."
"Yeah, but we're thought using his cock now that you've chewed it all up," Ellen giggled to Marcy.
"It was a tasty dish," Marcy laughed.
While the girls were talking, and the ruined man lay bleeding and unconscious on the bed, Howard was picking through the man's abandoned clothes. He found the man's wallet and quickly and carefully went through it.
"Well," Howard said to the girls, "the guy's name is Richard Watson. He must be married. There's a picture of two kids and a middle-aged woman, obviously his wife and kids." The girls crowded around Howard as he examined the wallet. "He's from Salt Lake City. From what I can make out here, he must be here on a hardware dealers convention."
"Too much," Ellen laughed. "A hardware dealer."
"From Salt Lake City, too. Dullsville. Hell, even though he's been roughed up by your whip and my teeth, the poor sucker still had the most thrilling night of his life, I'll bet," Marcy grinned.
"The most unusual, anyway," Howard smiled.
"Richard Watson, hardware dealer, huh? That's rich, really rich. What're we going to do with old Richard, Howard?"
"Well, when he comes to I'll let you girls work him over anyway you'd like. When we're through with him we'll put him in the car and dump him on a deserted stretch of road outside of town."
"Dead?" Ellen asked.
"No. Not this time," Howard replied. "He won't talk. Before we dress him up and dump him, you girls are going to smear a few lipstick kisses on him strategically. He's got a wife and kids. He won't talk."
"But the cops will question him pretty carefully ..Marcy said.
"What makes you think the cops are going to find brother Richard?" Howard asked.
"Well, I just assumed they'd find him or he'd go to them--"
"No way. He's got a wife and kids. Listen, we're going to dump him in the bushes. He won't be seen from the road. And we won't drop him so far from town that he can't either walk back or hitch a ride. No, I don't think there's a chance he'll go to the cops. I'll want you girls to put lipstick smudges on his shirt collar and cuffs. On the front of his shirt too, right where he'll notice it when he comes to and " tries to straighten himself up. Seeing the lipstick will give him second thoughts. He's solid middle-class, girls. Wife and kid's. A hardware dealer. What more could we ask?"
"Oh, Howard, you think of everything," Marcy said with honest adoration.
"I have to, or we'd get into a lot of trouble."
"I think darling Richard's coming to."
"Let's get to him, Marcy, before he pulls that gag out of his mouth," Ellen said.
Quickly, the naked girls were by the beaten, dazed man's side. He looked up at 'them with hurt, imploring eyes. He was weak and drained by pain. Movement seemed too much for him, and, when he moved, his movements were feeble.
The girls began sticking pins into his stomach, shoving them deep into the rolls of fat. His screams of anguish were muffled, and his efforts to escape were too slow, feeble and sluggish to bother the girls. They jabbed the pins in with gusto, roaring with sadistic laughter every time the sharp metal slid into his skin. Blood began beading around the stuck pins. Each girl shoved 16 pins into the unfortunate man. Howard watched approvingly, smiling, his eyes gleaming with sadistic fire.
Each girl had a manicuring scissors. Using the sharp tips, they carved the ghoulish emblem of their tribe deep into the upper part of his bulging belly. Blood flowed and congealed around the emblem, and the girls smiled approvingly at their handiwork. The tortured hardware dealer fainted before they had half-finished their handiwork.
Then the girls put on fresh lipstick and smeared kisses over his neck, behind his ear, on his chest and down around his inner thighs and groin.
They dressed him carefully, and the girls again smeared their freshly painted mouths on his shirt collar, shirt cuff, on his shorts, at the crotch, and on the front of his shirt where, no matter how dazed he might be when he regained consciousness, he could not help but miss seeing the lipstick smears.
They got him into the car and drove a short way out of town. They stopped the car and deposited him in tee bushes, out of sight, six feet off the shoulder of the road. They clocked the distance back to town, and discovered it was only three miles.
Satisfied, they went casually back to their motel and bedded down, three in a bed, for the night, fucking and sucking themselves to sleep. Early the next morning they checked out, chatting pleasantly with the same sleepy-eyed clerk who had checked them in, short hours earlier. They got in their car and serenely drove back to the camp site.
CHAPTER TEN
The next day there was nothing about Richard Watson, hardware dealer, in the papers or on the local radio stations. There was no mention of him the next day, either. Ellen, Marcy and Howard breathed a sigh of relief.
On the third day after tormenting the man, there was still not a word about him in the papers. Howard and Ellen and Marcy were in the car again, driving aimlessly about the countryside, the radio tuned to the local station which carried the most news. No mention of the man on any newscast.
"You were sure right about our hardware dealer," Ellen said with admiration to Howard.
"Howard knows everything," Marcy said adoringly.
"The man fitted the typical middle-class pattern. Guys like our Richard Watson can't stand the thought of scandal," Howard said.
"But how's he going to explain his ruined body and all when he gets back home to the little woman?"
"Oh, he'll tell the little woman he was mugged by some motorcycle gang or something," Howard grinned.
"Yeah, that's probably exactly what he'll say," Ellen said delighted with the thought.
"Howard," Marcy said, "how can you make your mind think so middle-class?"
"Hell, I'm a middle-class slob myself, at heart," Howard laughed. The girls joined his laughter with delight.
"Shall we drive into Reno?" Ellen asked.
"Naw, I don't feel like it," Howard answered. "There's a turn-off about a quarter of a mile up ahead, John told me about it. He said the road winds down to a pretty meadow by a small lake. He balled Dotty there yesterday, under the friendly sun. John says no one ever comes by there. I thought we might go down there and have a nice fuck or suck or two or three or four. You girls game?"
"He has to ask?" Ellen giggled.
"Drive on to the place where you will compromise our virginity," Marcy grinned.
Howard laughed and picked up speed.
"Hey," Ellen said, "there's a car not too far behind us, Howard. Won't the driver get suspicious when he sees us turning off?"
"Why should he?" Howard asked. "All we're doing is turning off onto another road."
"Yeah, you're right, as usual, Howard," Ellen said.
"You getting nervous or something?" Howard asked, frowning at Ellen.
"Maybe just a little. I just get this creepy feeling that we're being watched and followed . .
"You are jumpy," Marcy said with an edge of contempt.
"Well, I can't help my dumb feelings," Ellen said lamely.
Howard made the turn off of the main road and slowed down. Ellen nervously looked back. The following car whizzed by and the driver didn't even turn his head to look at their car.
"Satisfied?" Howard asked Ellen.
"Oh, I feel so stupid. Please forgive me. A good fuck will straighten me out."
"I hope so," Howard said sternly. "I don't want to have a case of nerves on my hands. Bad nerves can lead to danger."
'Til be all right. Really I will," Ellen insisted vehemently.
"Okay, okay," Howard grinned, and when he grinned at her, Ellen relaxed.
They found the spot and it was as lovely as John had said it would be. Howard parked the car and they got out and ran across the meadow like happy children. Near the grassy edge of the lake they took off their clothes and basked in the sun, laughing happily. The grass under their naked bodies was sun-warmed and deep and lush.
Marcy rolled over onto her side and peered down at Howard's soft but huge cock.
"Howard, I think you're getting too used to us. Being naked with the two of us doesn't even give you a hard-on," she teased.
"Maybe Howard's impotent," Ellen giggled, fingering his limp meat.
"The day I become impotent I cease to live," Howard intoned.
"Without your hard cock life isn't worth living, darling," Marcy said.
"Amen," Ellen agreed. Howard smiled his saintly smile at the worshipful girls.
"You know what I need," he said in a voice that was suddenly husky.
"If we didn't, we wouldn't be your wives," Ellen grinned.
"Oh, we know exactly what you need, darling Howard, and we know exactly how to give it to you, don't we, Ellen?" Marcy smiled.
"We certainly do!"
"Then why don't the two of you stop all this talk and show a little more action?" Howard asked softly.
The pattern was about to reestablish itself among the three. Howard needed to suffer pain or give pain in order to be potent. The girls understood this full well. In this case they knew that he wanted them to inflict pain on him. Even though he didn't say the words, they instinctively knew. Even though at other times he beat them, the girls always knew what he needed, and when.
"Get up Howard!" Ellen suddenly scolded sternly, very mother-like.
Meekly, Howard got to his feet.
"You misbehaved, Howard," Ellen continued. "You said bad things to me in the car. You hurt my feelings, and for that you must be punished."
"But I didn't mean to hurt your feelings--" Howard nearly whined, playing the game out with conviction, already lost in his passive part.
"Hush your mouth!" Ellen said, slapping his face hard. Marcy stood to one side, since this playlet was between Ellen and Howard.
"D-don't hurt me--" Howard begged pitifully.
"You deserve to be hurt. Feelings are delicate, and you trampled on my feelings. Suddenly she took him firmly by the hand, pulling him after her up a small, gentle rise. She sat down on the top. The little grassy ground swell was almost chair height. "Come here!" she commanded.
She pulled his hand with strength, and he stumbled forward and let her drape him over her lap in the humiliating spanking position.
"Don't spank me!" he cried.
"I should do far worse to you, you bad boy!"
"Oh, please, please, I'm sorry, so sorry!" he whined.
"Hush. Take your punishment bravely. Don't be a coward!"
"No, no, please don't spank me!"
She paused as he dangled helplessly and shamefully over her lap, as a young boy would over his mother's lap. She measured the spanking distance with her keen eyes. Gently, she caressed her hand over his buttocks, and he sighed.
And then her hand rose. Down it came. Smack! Howard cried out. The first spank was light, and only left a faint, momentary imprint of her hand on his clenched buttock cheeks. The next spank was a shade harder. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each blow of her spanking hand was harder. Her arm rose and fell in regular slow rhythm. Whap! Slap! Again and again her hand warmed the cheeks of his ass. His behind began to glow a deep shade of pink. She hit him harder and harder, the beat of her rhythm speeding up slowly as the smacks got harder.
His clenching, cringing ass jumped with each spank. Soon his ass was turning red. The harder and faster she spanked him, the deeper the shade of red became. His ass cheeks began to welt with the imprint of her palm and fingers.
Her stiff, downswinging palm and fingers crashed with resounding reports in the still air. His buttocks quivered with each stinging slap. Now the pain he felt was deep and real. She was really hurting him with her violently spanking hand.
With fast tempo she beat his ass solidly, her blows carrying solid impact. The blows were fierce and they stung him and made him cry out. Now she was blasting her hand up and down on his scarlet ass. He was howling harshly in pain.
As she spanked him, Ellen felt the swelling slug of his fast-rising prick against her thighs. When she felt his cock swell to mammoth proportions, she finally let off spanking him, finishing with the most violent vicious slap she was capable of. The noise of her hard-hitting hand crashing into his buttocks rang through the quiet meadow.
She pushed him rudely and he rolled off of her spanking lap and hit the grass heavily, whimpering, his hands going back instinctively to clutch at his spanked and tingling buttock cheeks. But his cock was huge and hard, and both girls' mouths watered when they saw his tremendous erection.
Without any preliminary, her own cunt drenched and ready from the thrill of spanking him, Ellen mounted Howard. He lay under her in the grass, flat on his back.
She shoved her cunt down at his huge, upstanding pole of cock flesh. She mewed soft sounds of pleasure as she squatted down, straddling him from above. Her hungry, nibbling cunt screwed itself slowly down on his cock.
"Mmmmmmm, this is what it's all about," Ellen sighed.
Her cunt slid down on his rod, gobbling it up inch by inch until it had swallowed his cock up completely and she was sitting astride him. She flexed her vaginal walls and he groaned at the delicious sensation. She began rotating her hips from side to side around the fleshy impaling cock, and her creamy, hot vagina dilated fully.
The tiny contracting muscles inside of her pussy were nibbling hungrily at his hard cockhead. The dilated lips between her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches and then nibbling slowly back up, rubbing her soft down tightly against his pubic hair.
He lay passively under her, letting her do all of the work, the way she liked to do it. He let her quivering body jump up and down at will on his rigid piston that fused them together.
She was laboring with skill and controlled abandon. An ecstatic grin played on her lips. Her motions became faster by the second, and the tempo of her thrusts became more urgent. Her teeth bit hard into her lower lip. He knew that she was straining to come--the juices of her milking vagina were beginning to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement as she arched and swirled over him, her tits dancing and jiggling. She bucked wildly on his hard cock.
"Oh--now!" she cried.
Suddenly, with a deep throated groan, her body began vibrating uncontrollably--wet white come oozed from her throbbing cunt, drowning his impaling cock with its sticky warmth and trickling down the crevice between them.
A sudden weird change came over Howard. He went as if berserk as she grunted out the last of her juices against his matted pelvis, her body still jerking spasmodically up and down and around as she rode astride him. He reached and grabbed her and pushed her roughly off until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him.
Her knees were pushed back tightly over her shoulders against the grass on either side of her head, the wide-spread split between her legs completely open to his desire.
He withdrew the deeply imbedded cock until just the tip of the head rested in her pussy. Then, he rammed forward with all his strength. The full throbbing length of his cock sank cruelly into her cunt. His body dropped down heavily on her, mashing her full ripe tits tightly against his chest. He locked his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, stifling the low animal grunts forming in her throat.
His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that helpless position as he rammed it to her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the grass and the white full cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the white rounded cheeks far apart.
He began long hard strokes into her steaming cunt, now soaked and slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just the tip was inside the hot slit and then thrusting forward hard with his hips until his balls were screwed tightly against the wide split crack of her buttocks.
Ellen groaned as he plundered her wildly and ruthlessly, loving it. It hurt terribly--he was so huge and was being so rough--but she loved it. He was driving at her with jack-hammer thrusts. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own up-drawn legs. She could feel the giant cockhead sliding up and down inside her pussy like a battering ram, and the hot slap of his balls against her anus as he jerked forward on the downstroke.
Her womb flared and her pussy lips flowered wider open to receive the delicious rape. Her hands forced themselves desperately from under her legs and snaked around his back. She pulled him deep and thrust her belly up hard to skewer herself deliciously on the driving hot flesh of his pumping cock.
She sucked voraciously on his thick wet tongue deep in her mouth. She swallowed greedily the droplets of his saliva that ran down in lewd excitement. Her body began to match his pounding lunges with her own rhythmic thrashing.
The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans filled the air, mingling with the noise of sweat soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat soaked flesh and the slurp of his pile-driving cock going in and out of her cunt.
"Fuck meee!" she cried.
"Hot fuck!" he shouted insanely.
He ceaselessly rammed his cudgel into her. Ellen felt her insides splitting painfully as the head of his cock suddenly flared into greater hugeness that threatened to tear her wide asunder. His cock began to lurch and spit, and she could feel the delicious hot white sperm shooting into her like burning fire, ricocheting around inside her dilated cunt like streams of molten lava. The pores of her cunt clasped around it, erupting in answer and again spilling her own white hot come into the already drowning cavern of her pink quivering passage.
They went wild. The climax was long and deep and intense. They came down from it softly. When they did, he collapsed on her, feeling his deflating cock sloshing around inside of her drenched cunt.
"That was marvelous--" Ellen panted.
"Yeah--" he gasped.
"I never expected you to counterattack that way--"
"Like it?"
"Loved it!"
"Hey, how about little old me?" Marcy protested.
Marcy wasn't forgotten. But she had to cuff him around and abuse him roughly to get his rod up again quickly, very quickly, because she was so desperate to be screwed. They lingered in the sunny, grassy meadow for two lust-drenched hours. They finally dressed, climbed back into the car and drove back up the winding road to the main road. There wasn't another car in sight as they pulled back onto the road and picked up speed.
"You know," Ellen said dreamily, "I didn't have the feeling that we were being watched once--"
"How could you, silly girl," Marcy laughed. "You were having your brains fucked out."
"I wouldn't mind being brainless, if that's the way a girl gets brainless," Ellen laughed.
"What're we going to do tonight, Howard?"
"Oh, I thought maybe we'd try Virginia City. Small town, but now I've got a line on a couple of places where we can find action," Howard said.
"The same kind of action we had with the hardware dealer?" Marcy asked.
"No. Absolutely not," Howard replied.
"But why not? That was real fun with him. It'd be a gas to pull it on some other unsuspecting yokel."
"Too dangerous, girls. Too dangerous. No rough stuff around here for awhile. We don't want to get careless and blow the good life we have, do we?"
"No, never," the girls replied.
"Look, we can hustle up some fun over there," Howard continued. "All of us are wise enough to spot latent or active sadist or masochists in a crowd."
"Yeah, man!" Ellen laughed.
"What I'm suggesting is we scout around, find our victims, and then apply some very gentle sadism. Very gentle. Not really rough. Spanking, yes. Humiliation, yes. Degradation, yes. A bit of whipping with soft rubber hosing, yes. But now get this straight--no whips, No real rough stuff. And the partner must be willing. Got me?"
"Yeah, Howard, but it won't be as much fun that way."
"It'll be fun. It'll be strange stuff," Howard said. "Strange stuff adds to the thrill, you both know that."
"Okay. We'll naturally do what you say," Ellen said.
"I guess if we really have a hang-up for really rough stuff we can take that out on one of our own guys or girls," Marcy said.
"Yeah, you're right," Ellen agreed. "And, there're always drugs to trip on... "
"You girls have got the idea. Judging from your feelings, I think I'd better have a talk with the group when we get back. With all the freedom I've given everyone, there might be a slip-up. That, we don't want under any circumstances. Right?"
"Right!" the girls sang out.
When they got back to the camp site, Howard discovered, to his pleasure, that everyone was there. He called them all together and delivered himself of a stern lecture on becoming too careless. His tribe listened attentively, but Howard could sense an undertow of resentment.
"Anyone who doesn't agree to obey what I've just said is out," he said to them in a quiet but very firm and commanding voice. That statement stilled all of them. Several of his followers averted their eyes from the fierce blaze of his eyes in shame and submission. "You all still have freedom to roam. But the first person who steps out of line and gets careless is out. O-u-t... out. Understand?" They nodded their heads and mumbled their assent. "Any of you have anything of interest to pass on to the group now that we're all here?" he asked.
"Just a question, Howard," Harry said. "How do things look, you know what I mean--?"
"I spoke to Butch Stamen early this "morning. Things are very quiet. Through a contact he had inside of the police force he's learned that the cops are in despair," Howard smiled.
"Yeah? What else?"
"The police have been getting lots of heat from the top. Governor and all the rich important people are coming down hard on the fuzz. But the police simply haven't got a lead to go on. I understand that Mrs. Kronenburg suffered a nervous collapse."
"Do tell?" one of the girls said, and they all laughed.
"And old man Kronenburg is on the war path. He's driving everyone on the force bananas," Howard said. "He's a very very rich and powerful man. His little boy got his, and he doesn't like that--"
"How did he like the idea of his precious son having an orgy while he and the little woman were away?" one of the girls piped up.
"He's sore cause he wasn't invited," another girl answered, and the tribe burst into laughter.
"So," Howard said, "there's no sweat as far as the Kronenburgs are concerned. Way out here, so far away from that place, no one would ever connect us with it."
"Right on!" one of the girls cried. And the rest joined in the cry.
"Okay," Howard said. "Just remember everything I've just told you. Play it cool. No rough stuff. Rough stuff here, not outside, dig?"
"Dig!" they chorused.
"Good. Okay. I'm sorry I had to lecture you. But we can't run the risk of being careless. Keep your heads together. Blow your minds here and do the rough stuff here. Nice and cool on the outside. Okay. I guess that's about all," Howard finished.
"No, that's not all!"
The voice came from the door as it opened. In charged a large force of state police, plain clothes-men and federal agents. Their guns were drawn and they looked grim. Howard and his tribe froze, speechless, stunned. The man who had spoken as they entered, walked toward Howard.
"Name?" he said to Howard.
"Who are you?" Howard replied, feeling sick in the pit of his stomach.
"Name's Clancy. FBI."
A groan went through Howard's tribe. The officers were making them get roughly to their feet.
"What right have you to break in on us this way?" Howard asked.
"We have warrants. Our entry here is nice and legal. Well, the little meeting you've just held solves the Kronenburg case for us."
"Kronenburg?" Howard asked innocently.
"Son, we tape-recorded your entire meeting. I have to tell you that anything you may say can be used against you," Clancy said formally, with contempt.
"Move along," the officers yelled as they herded Howard's followers out.
Clancy put a restraining hand on Howard's arm. Now they were the only two remaining in the huge room, but two armed guards were standing in the doorway.
"What's your name?"
"Howard... Carson... "
"I knew. Just wanted to hear it from you," Clancy said.
"You knew--?" Howard said dully.
"Yes. Let me tell you something that might make you feel good. We still hadn't connected you and your two girlfriends with the Kronenburg killings. You did that for us with your speech just now."
"Shit--" Howard said softly.
"Why did you do it?"
"Why not?" Howard grinned, looking very saintly.
"You're beneath contempt."
"You're entitled to your opinion."
"Want to know how we got on to you, Howard?"
"Sure. Why not?" he smirked.
"A Mr. Richard Watson led us to you. You were pretty rough on him, you and your girlfriends, Howard. He came into the station house and told us everything. We began checking, kept everything quiet, out of the papers. Called the feds in--that's how I got involved."
"Yeah?"
"Seems Mr. Watson was having his first big fling at the hardware dealers convention. He and his missus had just divorced."
"Divorced!" Howard said, stunned. He had never figured that!
"That's right. He remembered the motel. We checked. His description of you and your girls jibed with the description we got from the clerk at the motel. You cleaned up the place pretty well when you left, but there was enough dried blood to confirm everything."
"Divorced ..Howard said dumbly.
"What's that?"
"Nothing--and everything--" Howard grinned sickly.
"The clerk had your license number on the registration. We spotted your car and put a tail on it. I was driving the car behind you when you made that turn for your perverted fun and games in the meadow by the lake. We watched with high-powered glasses, son. Quite a show."
"Ellen was right... " Howard whispered.
"What's that?"
"I've heard enough. Take me away."
"That's just what I'm going to do. You don't mind if I don't touch you, do you?" Clancy said contemptuously.
