The Headmaster's Lessons
by John Leroy


FOREWORD 

They were men who knew what they wanted, and what they wanted was young 
schoolgirls. 

For years now, the two of them had been fucking and fighting their way 
across the country and around the world. In every place they went they had 
new names and new faces ... and new desires. Right now they were calling 
themselves Derek Marcus and Craig Bentley, and they were going to be the new 
headmasters of an all-girl school. It was a hard job and a responsible one. 

But even so, they still found ways to mix pleasure with business.... 


CHAPTER ONE 

In every corner of the land, sophisticated parents knew that the best of all 
possible places to send their daughters to be raised properly was the Gladys 
M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies. 

No other school in America had such a brilliant record of past achievement. 
Each year, the school took in hundreds of young, promising girls, still 
tottering on the brink of femininity and sexual maturity, and at the end of 
that same year would emerge the same number of young ladies; intelligent, 
charming, beautiful, well-educated. The Academy's list of alumni included a 
Congresswoman, three female doctors, several fashion models and at least a 
dozen well-known Hollywood and Broadway actresses. (As a matter-of-fact, the 
school had also produced twenty or thirty hookers, but somehow this little 
tidbit of information never managed to work its way into the school's 
brochure.) So, at the moment, the Academy's reputation was as spotless and 
untarnished as a virgin's maidenhead. 

But, as we all know, virgins can lose their virginity. 

The trouble all started when one of the students, by the name of Melanie 
Simpson, confessed to an affair with the school's laundry man. (She was a 
young girl, but big for her age.) Then one of the teachers, a vivacious 
young blonde by the name of Stella Hunnicutt, was found to have been 
sneaking off the campus for sexual purposes. As soon as these two skeletons 
were let out of the closet, a whole avalanche of other cases of sexual 
liasons began to tumble out with them. Before long, the board of directors 
of the Academy discovered that at least one third of the student bodies had 
been sneaking off the campus at regular intervals. "For some hot cock, " as 
one pert young student put it so aptly. 

A major reform was called for, and practically every member of the 
all-female faculty was dismissed, and one or two were even arrested on 
charges of procuring men and boys for their young and eager pupils. 

Now a new school year was about to start, and the Academy's board of 
directors was urgently in need of some two dozen teachers and other faculty 
members. But on such short notice, where could they be obtained? 

It was at an emergency meeting of the board that The Suggestion was made. It 
was The Suggestion that was to have such a profound effect, both physical 
and mental (but especially physical) on all the young girls who were 
enrolled in the school. Had the mothers and fathers of those little girls 
known that they were sending them away to a strange school to get raped by 
strange men, they would have kept their little darling virgins safe at home, 
where they could get raped by the boy next door. 

What The Suggestion amounted to was this: an all-female faculty had been 
running the Academy when the scandal was unearthed, apparently women were 
unable to keep the Academy running on an even keel. Therefore, some member 
of the board of directors suggested that the Academy staff the school with a 
male faculty. Perhaps trained, intelligent men would be able to keep little 
girls in line more satisfactorily than women could. Amen to that! 

At first The Suggestion met with some heated discussion. After all, the 
campus would hold six hundred girls between the ages of twelve and eighteen. 
Wouldn't it be courting trouble to stock the campus with men? 

Not at all, others claimed. The reason why so many girls had run off to have 
sex with men was because there were no males on the campus, hence their 
normal curiosity about the opposite sex gradually developed into 
nymphomania. Now if men, RELIABLE men of course, were to remain on the 
campus full time, the girls would have their sexual curiosity satisfied 
without actually having to go out and seek sex. In other words, they would 
look but they wouldn't touch. 

And so it came to pass that the new semester began at the Gladys M. Forsythe 
Academy for Advanced Young Ladies under unusual circumstances: for once the 
school would actually be run by MEN! 

Needless to say, this announcement was a great source of delight to the 
young student body of the school, and to two rather interesting bodies in 
particular. 

"I can't get over it, " Felicia Hanley said one morning to her friend 
Cynthia Rodinas. "For all the years I've been enrolled in this prison-camp 
I've had to sneak off campus and hitch a ride to town every time I want a 
little hot action. But now the school is finally bringing the men to us. 
It's far out." 

Her friend Cynthia nodded. Cynthia was a year younger than Felicia, but far 
more literate. "Like they say in the books, " she commented, "if the 
mountains won't come to Mohammed, Mohammed must come to the mountains." 

Speaking of mountains, perhaps it would be wise at this time to point out 
that Feilcia and Cynthia were both the proud owners of a couple of Sierra 
Madres. And the tight sweaters and blouses they wore did little if anything 
to conceal this fact. Both girls hoped that when the men showed up they 
would be interested in doing a little mountain-climbing. And just in case 
the men weren't interested in mountains, Felicia and Cynthia had a couple of 
very interesting valleys. 

The rumor was that the Academy was being maintained by a skeleton crew of 
female teachers. 

Let us now shift scenes for a moment, fading out on two very voluptuous 
schoolgirls and fading in on a slightly older, but equally feminine, piece 
of ass. The ass in question is engaged in wiggling back and forth like a 
cocktail shaker, in a manner calculated to attract the attention of every 
adult male eyeball on board the train. 

Derek Marcus had an adult male eyeball. As a matter-of-fact he had two of 
them, and both were very, very busy watching the cheeks of that ass wiggle 
back and forth. An experienced girl watcher from his cradle days, Derek 
Marcus was not using both eyes to watch both ass cheeks, but rather assigned 
one eye to each cheek. In that way, the job gets done more efficiently and 
the results are much more satisfactory. 

"Some nice piece of ass, huh, Derek?" 

"Eh?" With a slight degree of annoyance at being interrupted during his 
nature study, Derek turned to face the source of the question. The source 
was the man sitting next to him on the train, a man by the name of Craig 
Bentley. Both men were in their early thirties, and both men had an 
occupation that was probably unique, certainly interesting, and definitely 
desirable: they were professional fuckers. From earliest boyhood they had 
devoted their lives to the noble cause of fucking in all its infinite number 
of ways. They had relied on glib tongues, fast fists and faster wits to 
secure themselves employment in some truly amazing and improbable places: in 
a nursing school, in a model agency, anywhere where the female-to-male ratio 
was apt to be at its most lopsided. A place where there were untold 
thousands of women, all thirsting for men, but no men to fill the demand, 
that was the ideal place for Derek Marcus and Craig Bentley. They 
specialized in finding such places and in filling such desires ... as well 
as filling a few other things, such as certain portions of the female 
anatomy. 

Time and again, the two comrades had depended upon their brains, their 
mastery of disguise and their seemingly infinite stockpile of forged 
references to land themselves employment in places where there were sure to 
be many women and few men. Although their career to date was teeming with 
exotic-and erotic-experiences, both men agreed that their absolute 
masterpiece so far had been the time they had managed to secure positions as 
laundrymen right next door to a nuns' convent ... where they discovered that 
some of the nuns had some very dirty habits. 

But now a bit of fast talk, a few of the ever-useful forged references, and 
an occasional bribe here and there had obtained for them what promised to be 
some very interesting jobs indeed. 

Starting today, Derek Marcus was to be headmaster of an all-girl school. 
Hmmmmm.... 

And Derek's sidekick Craig Bentley was to be his personal assistant. 
Naturally, Derek liked to believe that in matters of sex he required no 
assistance whatsoever. However, even he had to admit that six hundred 
teenage girls would be a little too much for him to handle. With all the 
sexual feasting he was sure to do in the days ahead, it would be inevitable 
that a few scraps of meat would fall from the table. And it was only fair 
that Craig be allowed to snap up those scraps. 

Perhaps it would be fair at this point to mention the fact that "Derek 
Marcus" and "Craig Bentley" are not their real names. If I were to give 
these men's real names, as well as mention where they might be found at this 
very moment, I have no doubt that several thousand angry husbands, fathers 
and boy friends would converge on that spot within the hour, most of them 
armed with shotguns or the equivalent. So I shall have to refer to both 
gentlemen by the names which they were using at the time this story took 
place. You see, these two comrades had blazed a trail of saliva and semen 
and even blood clear across the country and around the world. A regular Jism 
Trail. Their sexploits were spoken of with awe and a trace of envy by men in 
Las Vegas, New York, London, Paris, Johannesburg and even Bangcock. And 
wherever these two men went they always traveled under ever-changing assumed 
names, and with slightly different faces all the time. As soon as they'd 
drunk their fill of the female population in one place, the next day they 
would be sure to show up three thousand miles away, with new names and faces 
and wardrobes. And at this particular moment, one of the men was known as 
Derek Marcus, and he had, at this particular moment, black hair and a 
moustache. The other man was known, for the time being, as Craig Bentley and 
he was a blonde, for the moment. 

The wiggling ass that had attracted Derek's attention had gyrated its way 
down to the end of the train. By this time the owner of the ass had turned 
around to come back, and as she turned around she revealed a pair of 
protuberances that were easily as interesting as the ass was. But Derek 
wasn't looking at them, for once. He had closed his eyes and was busy 
telling himself what would happen. Let me see, he told himself, we haven't 
worked at a school for a long time. Not since that girls' boarding school in 
Paris where all the girls were so eager to learn what we wanted to teach 
them. Well, it'll be a challenge, but I know we'll be up to it. 

The train squealed into the station abruptly and stopped with a rather 
annoying jerk. But Derek and Craig, who had ridden everything from a camel 
to an ostrich to a Chinese junk to a redhead from Brooklyn named Louise, 
were quite familiar with transportation that did not stop smoothly. While 
most of the other passengers cursed or even fell to the floor, they merely 
stood up and reached for their luggage. 

A moment later they were off the train and taking a cab to the campus of the 
Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies. A generous tip to the 
cabbie assured the two comrades that they would be able to converse in 
silence, for there is nothing like a liberal dose of money to turn 
cabdrivers, waiters, policemen and other public servants totally deaf for 
long periods of time. 

"It's like this, " Derek told his sidekick as the taxicab roared out of the 
train station. "There's something like six hundred chicks at this school, 
between twelve and eighteen years old. The golden years, as we both well 
know." 

Craig nodded nostalgically as he recalled past triumphs. 

"Not only that, " Derek went on, "but there will be less than a dozen men on 
the faculty. That means more than fifty girls to a man, and with the two of 
us as headmaster and assistant, we'll see to it that we get the pick of the 
Utter." 

"I'm with you, Derek, " Craig assured his friend. "But just one question: 
what's our modus operandi this time?" 

"I'm glad you asked." Derek lit a long black cigar and sat back, puffing 
contentedly. "We can divide the girls in the school into three groups: those 
that have had it and still want it, those that haven't had it, but know they 
want it, and those that have never had it and don't think they want it." He 
smiled sadistically. "Those that have had it and want it, we give it to 
them. Those that haven't had it but want it anyway, we give it to them. And 
those that haven't had it but don't think they want it, we give it to them 
anyway." He blew out a ring of grey smoke. "After all, what are men for but 
to fuck defenseless little innocent schoolgirls?" 

After several minutes drive they arrived at the gate of the campus. A woman 
in her thirties, but who acted much older, came out to meet them. 

"You must be Mister Marcus and Mister Bentley, " she said enthusiastically. 
"I'm Miss Hayes, temporary head of the Academy. But of course, now that 
YOU'RE here, Mister Marcus, I can rest my weary bones." 

Oh God, Derek thought to himself. This deal looked so good, it just figured 
there had to be a catch to it. Running a girls' school sounds fine, just 
fine, but am I going to have to put up with this female orangutang bellowing 
in my ear everywhere I go? I hope not, because I came here to fuck, not to 
listen to blabbermouthed old biddies. 

With a pause, Derek reflected that he was this woman's boss; from now on she 
would be working under him. (Though not literally, he hoped.) If Miss Hayes 
or Haze or whatever her name was didn't button her lip when he told her to, 
he could always assign her to latrine duty or something. That would be an 
interesting prospect. 

Just then two members of the student body, and possessors of rather 
interesting bodies themselves, happened to pass by. Miss Hayes instantly 
shanghaied them. "Oh Felicia, Cynthia, these are Mister Marcus and Mister 
Bentley. Please show them to their quarters." 

"Yes, ma'am, " said one girl. Derek couldn't help admiring the scenery: both 
girls were young, but quite well-developed. One girl was about a year older 
than the other, with honey-blonde hair and a pair of tits that threatened to 
leap out and attack somebody. The younger girl had long straight hair, jet 
black with a hint of brown, and in the mammary department she was no slouch 
herself. Derek was interested in both girls' cunts of course (Wasn't he 
always?), but at the moment he couldn't see the aforementioned hot spots 
because both cunts were concealed under a pair of short skirts. Well, Derek 
knew that he'd get a look at those pussies soon enough. 

"Your quarters are over this way, sirs, " the older girl was saying, and 
each girl grabbed for a pair of the men's half a dozen suitcases. "We'll 
help you with your luggage." 

"NO!" yelped Derek, forgetting for a moment who and where he was supposed to 
be. Then he quickly regained his composure. After all, from the outside 
those suitcases looked just like any other suitcases. How could these two 
girls even begin to guess the nature of the very interesting items they 
contained? 

And even if the girls happened to see what was inside the cases, that didn't 
mean they would know what the things were. After all, the world is full of 
things made out of leather and rubber and steel. Just because the headmaster 
of a girls' school carries such things in his suitcase doesn't necessarily 
mean he plans to use those things on his students. 

In this case, though, that's precisely what it did mean. 

For both Derek and Craig liked their sex in many strange and unusual ways, 
and some of those ways called for certain tools or apparatus. These innocent 
young schoolgirls were probably not acquainted with such things right now, 
but they would be. Very soon. 

Very, very soon. 

At the exact same time as Derek and Craig were pondering the sexual 
potential of the two schoolgirls they had just met, those two schoolgirls 
were doing the exact same thing regarding the two men. For despite the fact 
that Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas looked exactly like young, innocent, 
virginal schoolgirls, they were actually quite experienced indeed. They knew 
they wanted men and they knew how they wanted them, and they were determined 
to get them. 

All in all, it looked like an extremely interesting semester for all parties 
concerned. 

The two schoolgirls ushered the men into one of the larger buildings on 
campus and up a flight of stairs to a room containing two beds and some 
furniture. 

"ThisTl be where you sleep, " Felicia informed Derek and Craig. 

The other girl, Cynthia, was already swinging the suitcases up onto the 
table. "Shall we help you with your luggage, sirs? I'm sure you're both too 
tired to unpack." 

This time it was Craig's turn to shout "NO!" as he stepped forward to 
intercept the girl. "NO! It's all right! Well both unpack our own things." 

But he was too late. Already Cynthia had opened a suitcase and was peering 
at the contents within. 

"Craig, you idiot, " Derek snapped, "I told you to lock those damned 
suitcases!" 

But he also was too late, for by now both Felicia and Cynthia had gotten a 
good look at what was inside the suitcase. 

Among other things were a whip, an enema bag and hose, several lengths of 
chain and some manacles. Several photographs showing women and girls in 
rather revealing poses had half-spilled out of an envelope on which Craig 
had written "Previous Encounters." 

"My, my, " Felicia was saying to Cynthia in amusement. "It looks to me like 
we got a couple of deans that like their sex life hot and heavy." 

Derek's smooth talk had gotten him out of worse situations, and he felt the 
time had come for it to rescue him once again. Stepping closer to the two 
schoolgirls he said, "Now of course you realize that what's in there isn't 
what it looks like. You see, we've been gathering data on sexual experiences 
and deviations, and...." 

"Aw, come off it, Mister, " said Felicia, slamming shut the incriminating 
suitcase and coming closer to the uncomfortable Derek. "You're not fooling 
anybody with that bullshit. If you like to fuck every girl in sight, why 
don't you just say so?" 

"Yeah, " chimed in her friend Cynthia. "Why don't you come right out and say 
so? Because if you two like to fuck every girl in sight that's quite a 
coincidence, seeing as how me and Felicia like to lay every man in sight." 

A smile flitted across Derek's lips. "Craig, " he called out to his 
companion, "this looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship." 

Craig didn't have to be told what to do; he was no virgin. In a trice he had 
crossed the room and was standing at the door. His muscular hands closed 
around a chair and jammed it underneath the doorknob, preventing any 
uninvited guests from crashing the party. Then he and Derek were both 
standing near the two beds, waiting for the girls to join the fun. 

And they didn't have to wait long. While the two men watched, Felicia and 
Cynthia divested themselves of their girlish clothing in a matter of 
seconds. And both Derek and Craig were pleased to notice that these two 
chicks looked even better in the raw than they looked out of it. 

Now the two men were coming towards the two girls, slowly undoing their 
zippers. "I'll take the blonde, " Derek told his friend, almost like a 
quarterback calling out the plays, "and you take the brunette. After we fuck 
'em we'll switch partners." 

Craig nodded to show that the battle plan was to his liking, and a moment 
later Derek's hands shot out and closed in around Felicia's firm young body, 
ready willing and able to drag her down and onto the convenient bed. But 
Felicia did not have to be persuaded, for as soon as the man touched her she 
was leaping through the air to land ass-down on the mattress, pulling her 
new-found friend down with her and on top of her. 

In a moment Derek had Felicia by the ankles, and he grabbed them and spread 
them wide. There was the cunt, the beautiful golden pussy that would give 
him what he wanted. Derek, who had been fucking since well before his 
twelfth birthday, could tell at a glance that this girl's cunt was 
experienced, it had really been around. And now it was going to be around 
his hard cock. Well, that was just fine. Derek liked his girls two ways: the 
complete virgins which were putty in his hands, and the girls who despite 
their youth had been rolling in the hay for years and knew the best way to 
do it. The only girls Derek didn't like were the ones who had been fucking a 
while but still hadn't gotten the hang of it yet. 

And now he was on top of Felicia, and his rock-hard cock was zeroing in on 
her pussy like an I.C.B.M. zeroing in on its target. 

With a sudden thrust of his loins, Derek shot forward and down, plunging his 
organ deep into the waiting flesh below. 

And Felicia was ready for it. So experienced and artful was she in the ways 
of love that her cunt actually reached out and grabbed his cock, tugging it 
away from him and down into the depths of her own flesh as though to steal 
it forever. And Felicia did want this cock in her forever. She hadn't had a 
man in almost two weeks now, and she was afraid of losing her touch. But, 
no; once she'd felt this bundle of meat force its way into her she knew that 
she was just as good as always; better, in fact. Because, after all, 
experience was the best teacher. Felicia, though young, was quite 
experienced in the ways and means of sex, and it certainly showed. She was 
going to give this man the lay of his life. 

And in the other bed Cynthia was doing roughly the same to Craig Bentley. 
She could tell that this was a man who knew his way around, a man who'd had 
his choice of untold numbers of pussies, a man who could and did have any 
girl he wanted. But Cynthia could tell that, despite this man's sexual 
sophistication, he was very much impressed with her own prowess in the 
bedroom department. Well, Cynthia told herself as the huge cock began to 
churn between her thighs, maybe I haven't been around as much as you have, 
but that doesn't mean I can't give you a lay that'll fry your eyeballs. By 
now both men were pumping in syncopated rhythm, and not only they but the 
two schoolgirls as well were being sucked into an ever-widening vortex of 
passion, of thrilling orgasmic lust. They felt like balloons, slowly being" 
inflated with more and more passion and pleasure at every passing moment. . 

Derek's mouth was on Felicia's firm young tits now, sucking them skillfully, 
slowly teasing the flat brown knobs of her nipples into hard, red, erect 
points of passion. And Craig was doing-the same to Cynthia, until the four 
nipples stood out like two pairs of beacons sending out beams of pleasure. 

At last Felicia began to feel that delightfully unique sensation that she 
had been looking forward to for days now and even weeks. She felt the hot 
walls of her vagina grip the hard rod of passion that was thrust between her 
legs, she felt her body squeeze it tighter and tighter, filling girl and man 
both with unspeakably delicious sensations. And then Felicia felt the 
greatest sensation of all: she felt that beautiful big hard phallus shiver 
and shake and send out its torrent of hot love-juice, which she had been 
waiting for for quite a long time. Oh, this was it! This was it! 

And then, suddenly, Felicia was creaming too. She was sending out waves of 
hot golden love-juice just as fast as the big man on top of her was. The two 
of them went at it faster and faster, more and more, and then both of them 
were creaming at once, and it was fantastic. More of it, more of it. There 
had to be more! More! MORE! 

Meanwhile, not too far away, Cynthia and Craig were holding their own in the 
Fuck Olympics. Cynthia moaned with throbbing pleasure as she felt Craig's 
huge tool zooming up and down inside her like a piledriver, faster and 
faster as the two of them came steadily and inevitably closer and closer to 
orgasm. 

POW! The two of them, the man and the girl, both climaxed at the exact same 
moment. It was great! It was fantastic! Cynthia assured herself that, good 
as her previous sex life had been, this little adventure had been the best 
one yet. She closed her eyes and promised herself that there would be more 
of this. Much, much more. 

But the love tryst was not over yet; indeed, it was only half-time. The two 
men leaped from their beds and hastily, eagerly swapped both beds and bed 
partners. And then Felicia was ready for Craig and Cynthia was all set to 
try Derek on for size. 

Round two was, if anything, even better than the preliminaries, because by 
this time they had all had a chance to warm up. The twin shafts of masculine 
flesh flew up and down between those four female thighs without skipping a 
beat. Faster and faster, faster and faster. 

And then they were all creaming again, all going on to a grander and even 
more delightful climax than the first one had been. The two girls, who had 
up until now taken it all quite easily, now let out a pair of passionate 
moans. Oh, this was it! They'd had sex before, and lots of it, but never as 
good as this! Oh, this was it! This was fuckin' IT! 

And then the four of them eased into the final movements of the ballet of 
love, the soulful symphony of lust. Slowly but sweetly the music of pleasure 
drew to a close. 

"Well, " said Cynthia, as both girls got up and began to put on their 
clothes, "that was great. We both loved it a hell of a lot." 

Derek Marcus smiled, sat up in the bed and lit a cigarette. "Don't worry, " 
he assured the schoolgirls, "Craig and I liked it at least as much as you 
did. And probably more." 

"Well, don't worry, " said Felicia with a wink at the two schoolmasters. 
"We'll be back for second helpings. And thirds and fourths and fifths and 
sexths ... I mean, sixths, and sevenths and eighths and...." 

And then they were gone, and the door closed behind them, but in the 
distance the two men could still here the voice saying " ... and ninths and 
tenths and elevenths and...." 

With a grin Derek stood up and placed his still-throbbing meat back inside 
his pants where it belonged. "Craig, " he said at length, flicking ashes 
from his cigarette into the fireplace, "as headmaster of this school, 
something tells me that those two girls are going to get very good grades 
from now on." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

By next morning all the other male members of the faculty had arrived, and 
while Derek noticed that some of them might come in handy as assistants in 
the long orgiastic nights that lay ahead, he was also pleased to see that 
none of them presented very serious competition. No, he assured himself, he 
and Craig still had pretty much of a monopoly on cock at this school. And 
that, he reminded himself as he strolled across the campus, was exactly the 
way things should be. 

By the time the other men had shown up, it was already common knowledge 
amongst all the girls in the school that the new headmaster and his young 
assistant were the owners of two of the best cocks for miles around. None of 
the girls had tried those cocks yet, of course, except for Felicia Hanley 
and Cynthia Rodinas. But it was common knowledge throughout the school that 
both girls set very high standards for bed partners. If these two men were 
good enough for Felicia and Cynthia, then they sure as hell were good enough 
for all the other girls. 

The only problem was, with so many girls eager to sample what Derek and 
Craig had to offer, it was a sad fact of life that many of the girls would 
have to be turned away at the door. Derek and Craig were both big men with 
big meat, but on a campus of six hundred girls there just wasn't enough of 
the two men to go around. 

So some of the girls would just have to go hungry. 

But of course that was the girls' problem, not Derek's or Craig's. Once 
again these two happy wanderers were up to their necks in pussies. They 
could pick and choose, take what they wanted and put back the rest. With 
every girl on the campus beating a path to their door, they were assured of 
many pleasant hours to come. 

After all the girls had flocked to the parking lot to see the other members 
of the male faculty arrive, they began to troop away slowly. Some of what 
they'd seen looked diverting, but not really very entertaining. Apparently 
the headmaster and his assistant were still the only prime cuts on campus. 
Only two men for all six hundred of them. 

But, the girls told themselves, two would be better than nothing. 

And two of the girls, Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas, were at this 
moment very, very busy indeed. They had commandeered the old gardener's shed 
and were now holding a council of war in it. 

"The way I see things, " Felicia was saying as she lit a reefer and passed 
it to her friend, "this is roughly how we stand: there are six hundred girls 
here, and we all want the same two men." 

"Check, " agreed her brunette companion, taking a deep drag on the reefer 
and passing it back. "Only US two girls want THOSE two men all for 
ourselves." 

"Right, " Felicia commented. "We've got a slight advantage there, because 
we're the only ones who have laid them so far, and they were both impressed 
with our performance. They'll be back for more, wait and see." 

"Don't hold your breath, " muttered Cynthia, who in affairs of sex could at 
times be very pessimistic. "The fact that they've already had us could be a 
Disadvantage. I've seen that type of guy before: they don't find one girl 
and stick to her. They like to prowl around, have a different cunt every 
day. The fact that they've already sampled our goodies and moved on may be 
bad for us. If we want to hold onto those two prize cocks we'll have to work 
out a way to see to it they remain faithful." 

"FAITHFUL?" snorted Felicia. "A pair of free-wheeling bachelors like them. 
Hell, no! Zsa Zsa Gabor is more faithful than guys like that are. This is 
the voice of experience talking, sister." 

Cynthia nodded glumly. "I guess you're right. It looks like we'll never have 
those two big fat juicy cocks all to ourselves. Unless maybe we kidnap them 
or something." 

"Wait a minute, " shouted Felicia, who was as resourceful as she was 
voluptuous. "Kidnapping! That gives me an idea!" 

"Oh, no you don't, Felish, " Cynthia groaned, accidentally letting the 
reefer slip from her fingers and roll down a knothole in the floor. "When I 
said kidnapping I was only kidding. You can't REALLY be planning to kidnap 
those guys! Besides all the risks involved, it's against the law!" 

"So is fucking when you're under age, " retorted Felicia, "but that didn't 
seem to stop you. As a matter-of-fact, Cynthia, I wasn't really considering 
kidnapping." Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. "But I WAS considering 
something just as illegal." 

Cynthia looked pessimistic again. "WHAT, for the love of God?" 

Felicia lit up another reefer before she answered. "Blackmail." 

"Blackmail?" 

"Sure. It's very simple." Felicia stuck the pot-stick into her mouth and 
began to count on her fingers. "Item One: Both those guys fucked us. That 
may not be illegal, but it is something they wouldn't care to have made 
public. It's something we can hold over their heads for future reference." 

"Fuck future reference, " hissed Cynthia, leaning forward and snatching the 
reefer for her own use. "We can't squeal and say they fucked us without 
incriminating ourselves, unless we say it was rape. But that would get the 
police involved, and there'd be hell to pay and all...." 

"Calm down, Cynth, " said Felicia soothingly. "You didn't let me get to Item 
Two yet. As far as fucking goes, they've got us up against the same wall 
we've got them against. But Item Two is something we've got on them that 
they haven't got on us." 

"Yeah?" inquired Cynthia dubiously. "And what pray tell might Item Two be?" 

"Elementary, my dear Twatson. Remember what was inside that cute little 
suitcase they had?" 

There was a momentary pause as Cynthia struggled to recall the jumbled 
events of the day before. Then suddenly her eyes widened as it all came back 
to her. "Oh, you mean the suitcase with the whips and the chains and...." 

"Exactly." Felicia nodded, then took a triumphant drag on the reefer. "It 
appears that the headmaster and his friend have come unto us with a suitcase 
full of sexual apparatus. If the school's board of directors found out 
they'd figure those guys were going to use those whips and chains and so 
forth on the female teachers, which is bad, or on us poor little students, 
which is worse, or on each other, which is worst of all." 

Cynthia giggled. "I get your drift, " she said excitedly. "We go tell those 
guys that they have to sexually service us and us only, and if they refuse 
we threaten to tell the board of directors about their little satchel full 
of sexual goodies." She frowned. "But what if they call our bluff?" 

"They can't possibly, " Felicia reassured her. "We'll have to let them know 
we mean business, and that if they don't give in we really WILL report them. 
And they'll know that once we report them not only will they get fired but 
they'll get thrown in a nice little jail cell where they can twiddle their 
balls for ten or twenty years." 

Cynthia stubbed out the remains of the reefer and stood up, brushing the 
pleats of her skirt down around her hips and ass. She went towards the door. 
"Let's go make them an offer they can't refuse." 

* * * 

"No! No! HELL, no!" roared Derek Marcus not too much time later, pounding 
his fist against the tabletop for emphasis as he glared at the two young but 
not-so-innocent schoolgirls who stood defiantly before him. "Get this 
straight, chicks: we run this school and you two are just two of the 
hundreds of cunts that go here. You mean nothing to us, and even if you did 
we're not the kind of guys who go steady. Restricting ourselves to two 
pussies out of six hundred would be worse torture than getting no pussies at 
all." 

"It's a torture you'll have to take, " said Felicia calmly, leaning forward 
so that both men could see her breasts in all their glorious living color. 
"Because if you don't do as we say, it's the hoosegow for you. How many nice 
little schoolgirls do you think you'll get to fuck around with in Cellblock 
Seven?" 

Derek snorted and flicked a cigarette butt across the room disdainfully to 
land in the fireplace. "Sure, girlie, if you reported us we'd lose this job. 
AND we'd go to jail. Bu t only if we cared to let the cops catch us." He 
smiled at the two girls cruelly and lit another cigarette. 

"Get wise to a few things, " Craig Bentley informed both schoolgirls. "There 
are cops in thirty-two states and eighteen countries looking for us, mostly 
on morals and narcotics raps. We wouldn't be standing here jawing with you 
if there was a cop between here and Somaliland who could lay a finger on 
us." 

Felicia did not give up easily, but she saw that she had to concede a point. 
"All right, " she admitted. "So you wouldn't go to jail. But you'd certainly 
have to get the hell out of the state. And that would mean quitting this 
lovely little job. And THAT would mean giving up that chance at six hundred 
little girls' pussies that you seem to hold in such great esteem. Now you 
wouldn't have to leave the state and give up this nice easy job AND all 
these chicks, WOULD you?" 

Craig turned uneasily to face his senior partner. "Hey, Derek, " he 
quavered, "the cunt's got a point." 

"Shut up, Craig, " Derek snapped. Felicia may have been made of stem stuff, 
but Derek Marcus was made of even sterner. He walked towards the girl, then 
reached out with one hand to seize her under the chin and lift her face 
upwards, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "True enough, girlie, " he 
spat. "We'd have to leave this nice easy job, with all its fringe benefits. 
Big shit. There's always another harem around the corner. If we can't find 
one here we'll look in Brussels, Melbourne, Reno ... there's always been 
another pussy-nest and there always will be. I'll admit that Craig and I 
ain't too eager to leave this place just as we started to get to know the 
female population, but if we have to leave we won't hesitate. You may think 
you've got us over a barrel, but that barrel ain't even as big as an ice 
cube. Now from now on we'll make it a point to fuck every girl on campus BUT 
you two." His cruel smile turned into a sadistic leer. "As a matter-of-fact, 
you should consider yourselves lucky that you had a chance." 

"You shouldn't talk to them like that, Derek, " Craig protested. "I'm sure 
if we left here we COULD find some more cunts some place. Like you say, we 
always have and I'm sure we always will. But hell, we went to a lotta 
trouble to get this job here. I wouldn't feel right goin' through all that 
hassle and then chucking it like THAT." He snapped his fingers for emphasis. 

Felicia and Cynthia, aware of an ally in the enemy-camp, had come closer. 
"You see?" crowed Cynthia triumphantly. "You have to stay after all. So you 
might as well do what we...." 

"NO, bitch, " snarled Derek, heaving yet another cigarette butt into the 
already brimfull fireplace. "We don't HAVE to stay. We just WANT to stay. So 
you haven't got any way to blackmail us." 

The two girls would still not give up. "But if you DO stay, then you'll have 
to fuck us and only us or we'll go to the...." 

"Oh, hell!" snorted Craig, who at times could be even more impatient than 
Derek tended to be. "All this arguing back and forth makes me sick. Why the 
hell don't we make a compromise?" 

Felicia saw that this might be the easy way out after all. "All right, " she 
said, sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide. "What kind of compromise 
have you got in mind?" 

The idea had seemed to appeal to Derek too. "So you want a compromise, eh? 
All right, then. Here it is, take it or leave it: me and Craig here fuck all 
the girls we want, whenever we want." 

Cynthia gulped. "What's in it for us, though?" she wanted to know. 

"I'm getting to you, sister. Craig and I fuck all we want whenever we want, 
agreed? BUT the thing you get out of it is you get to help us." 

"Help you?" Felicia looked vaguely suspicious, as though expecting a trap to 
snap shut on her. "Help you do what? From what Cynthia and I saw yesterday, 
when it comes to fucking you boys don't need no help. So help you do what?" 

Derek snorted again. "Obviously you didn't get a very good look at the 
contents of that suitcase you spoke of so highly. So let me fill you in." 
His eyes ran lecherously up and down her frame. "And I meant that literally. 
That suitcase has got chains, whips, cattle prods, everything a schoolmaster 
needs to keep his students in their place. Wouldn't you two girls like to 
give us a hand in that department?" 

"Not only that, " added Craig hurriedly, eager to convince the girls before 
they changed their minds. "But also one of those suitcases has a couple of 
nice big dildos in it. We never use them ourselves, because we're even 
bigger than the dildos. But wouldn't you like a chance to fuck some of your 
classmates?" 

Felicia's brow wrinkled in thought. "We'll have to think it over. Excuse me 
while I discuss it with Cynthia." The two girls retired to a corner of the 
room, turning their big beautiful asses towards their male friends. For at 
least a minute the only sounds in the room, except for Derek sucking on 
another cigarette, were the frantic whisperings and rewhisperings of the two 
schoolgirls as they weighed the advantages and disadvantages of this truly 
hot deal." 

Finally they turned back to face Derek and Craig. "Okay, " Felicia told 
them. "It's a deal." 

"Swell, " said Derek enthusiastically. "We can start right in this very 
night. Now the way I see it, we'll need four girls to start with. We can 
work our way up from there. We want to find the four sexiest girls on 
campus." He saw Cynthia's frown and hastened to correct himself. "Present 
company excluded, of course. Well get all the girls on campus together and 
choose our meat for the night's festivities." 

About an hour later the news was spreading across the campus like wildfire. 
The fifth period class was going to be cancelled that day, and instead all 
the girls were to line up for inspection. Inspection! Imagine! Nothing like 
that had ever happened before. 

"Really, " one girl said to another with a certain amount of indignation, as 
they raced to obey the order. "Inspection! The men running this place must 
think this is a military academy, not a girls' school. They must think we're 
a bunch of boys!" 

"Don't worry, " said her friend, giggling. "As soon as they see us lined up 
for inspection they'll see there's no boys in these parts." Her voice took 
on a wistful quality. "Though sometimes I wish there were." 

"Sometimes?" The first girl scoffed. "Hell, there ain't a moment goes by 
that I'm not wishing for a hot dick up my hole." 

The second girl said something that sounded like agreement, but there was no 
time to find out. They had to get ready for inspection. 

* * * 

At suppertime that evening the following announcement was heard over the 
school's public address system: "Your attention please. Will the following 
students please report to the headmaster's office immediately after the 
meal: Jennifer Bostwick, Andrea Green, Diane O'Reilly and Kathy Burke." The 
names were repeated and then the loudspeakers switched off. 

In the broadcasting booth, Craig turned to face his partner with no small 
amount of satisfaction. "Well, that's that. We had inspection, and those 
four cunts looked like the juiciest on campus." He grinned. "But the proof 
of the pudding is in the eating." 

"Calm down, " Derek told him firmly. Even after all these years, after the 
untold hundreds and even thousands of girls they'd had, Derek noticed that 
Craig still had a little-boy attitude towards every impending pussy, as 
though it were a special treat rather than just one more in a long line of 
twats. Derek wished he could take that attitude, but after so many years of 
top-choice prime cut pussy he'd become a little jaded in his tastes. 

"It's all set, " he told his partner, trying to maintain an aura of 
nonchalance that would tone down Craig's overflowing enthusiasm. "I gave 
Felicia and Cynthia the suitcases with the clothes and the equipment. 
They're waiting in that place I picked out." 

For once Craig Bentley stopped grinning. "What place, Derek?" he wanted to 
know. "You mentioned it to me, but I never did get all the details 
straight." 

Derek grinned. "It's a place right near here that Cynthia told me about and 
how to get to. It's an underground cave, apparently Indians used to live 
there. Some of the girls have been using it for pot parties and such, so 
there's a couple of tables and gas lanterns and a few other things we'll 
need." 

He tossed his cigarette onto the floor, and watched the red sparks die away. 
"Yes, Craig, " he said warmly. "This is gonna be one hell of a night." 

A few minutes later Jennifer, Andrea, Diane and Kathy, the four girls that 
the expert eyes of Derek and Craig had chosen as the most desirable, were 
standing before them. Derek put an air of sternness in his voice and face. 
He'd been acting and role-playing since the day he was born and this was 
just one more role for him. But what an enjoyable supporting cast. ' 

"Ladies, " he said gruffly, staring hard at the eight tits which stood 
popping out at him, "we've found definite and prolonged use of marijuana and 
various alcoholic beverages very close to the Academy's premises." He looked 
each girl in turn in the face. Damn good faces, he told himself. "We've 
traced the use of these items right here to the school itself, and in fact 
we've traced them to you four girls." Four simultaneous cries of protest 
shot out at him, but he silenced them with one uplifted hand. "I am not 
accusing all of you. I am merely saying that I have reason ... very good 
reason ... to suspect you four." The protests went up again, and he silenced 
them again. "I am not saying that all of you are guilty. It may be only one 
of you, or two of you, but then again it may very well be all of you." As 
Derek said this it was clear to him by the looks on the girls' faces that 
ALL of them had been dabbling in such extra-curricular pursuits. "The 
evidence has been found in an Indian cave near the campus, and I am afraid 
that I must ask the four of you to accompany me there." 

"What good would that do?" one of the girls, the girl named Jenny, started 
to ask, but she quickly silenced herself. It didn't matter whether they were 
guilty or not. They knew that Derek had only to SAY that they were guilty, 
and that would be sufficient for them to be expelled. The girls knew that 
they had to obey their headmaster. 

A few minutes later the four girls were following Derek and Craig towards 
the Indian cave. 

Neither Derek nor Craig had ever been to this cave before, but Cynthia had 
given Derek very explicit instructions on how to get there. And he in turn 
had given Cynthia and Felicia very explicit instructions on what would 
happen once they arrived there with their four delicious young schoolgirl 
prisoners. 

As the two men walked down the forest path towards this mysterious cave, 
they could tell that the four girls with them were gradually growing more 
and more curious about what would happen once they actually got to the cave. 
Well, Derek told himself with satisfaction, let them wonder. They'll find 
out once they get there. 

One of the characteristics of this cave was that it was fairly high up a 
more or less sheer rock face. It was fairly easy to climb up and down this 
rock face safely, but it was impossible to go up or down it quickly. This 
meant that, once the girls were safely tucked away inside, they would nor be 
able to escape. They could run out of the cave, but they wouldn't be able to 
climb down the rock wall fast enough to get away. 

Besides, Derek told himself with a smile, by the time we get through with 
these cunts they won't be able to run or climb or do anything else, except 
lie there. Just lie there and moan. 

The steep rock wall was looming up at them in the distance, and several feet 
up it Derek could make out the entrance to the cave. In a very few minutes 
it would be sunset. Derek calculated that as soon as he and Craig got their 
four young prisoners inside the cave it would be pitch black, both inside 
and outside the cave. But that was all right, because according to Cynthia 
the place was rigged out with butane lanterns. 

Two of the girls, Andrea and Kathy, seemed to be acting strangely, and to 
Derek it seemed quite likely that these two girls had actually never been 
here before. It was clear to him that all four of these twats, and probably 
dozens of others still on campus, had been sneaking off the grounds for pot 
and booze sessions, but apparently they didn't all go to the same place. 
Derek began to wonder just how many caves and abandoned sheds and so forth 
were near this campus, and he also began to wonder if any of them might be 
more ideally suited to his lecherous purposes than this cave would be. By 
now they were directly underneath the rock wall that led to the cave, and 
Derek began to scale it, ordering the girls to follow with Craig bringing up 
the rear in case a girl slipped. The climbing was easy enough, but very slow 
going, and Derek began to wonder how much trouble Cynthia and Felicia had 
had climbing up here while carrying the suitcase. Because that suitcase 
contained some very heavy things. Some very heavy things indeed. 

Things like chains and shackles and manacles and all kinds of other little 
playthings that he just knew he and these girls would have a lot of fun 
with. 

Soon they were, one by one, reaching the lip of the entrance to the cave. It 
was dark now, and Derek had to flick on his lighter to find the benzene 
lantern that Felicia had promised to leave at the entrance for him. As the 
light flicked on he thought he caught a glimpse of steel in the background, 
and he chuckled softly to himself. The cave was dark now, but very soon 
Jenny and Andrea and Diane and Kathy would all be seeing the light. Very, 
very soon. 

He found the lantern after a few seconds of searching. There was a full gas 
tank attached to it, and he lit it and turned it on. He knew that Felicia 
and Cynthia would be hiding in the rear of the cave, in the darkness, and 
would not reveal themselves until the proper moment. 

He turned towards the four girls, and as Derek faced them he saw that Craig 
was subtly placing himself between the girls and the exit to the cave. This 
little soiree had been well-planned indeed. 

"All right, girls, " Derek told the four gorgeous chicks who stood before 
him, and he had to whisper because his voice carried so far in the still 
country air. "We know that at least one of you has been using marijuana and 
narcotics here, as well as liquor. In fact, we have good reason to believe 
that at least one of you is actually carrying illegal drugs on her person 
right now. Therefore, we must all ask you to strip and submit to a search." 

"Strip?" shrieked Diane, and as the girl protested Derek could tell, by the 
intonation of her voice, that this girl really WAS hiding some kind of 
contraband on her body. He couldn't wait to see what it was, and where she'd 
stashed it. 

"We're not going to take our clothes off and let you feel us up, " Diane 
went on defiantly. "If you really thought we were hiding something, why 
didn't you have one of the female teachers search us in your office, instead 
of luring us out here for God knows what." She turned to face the other 
girls. "If you ask me, these perverts have brought us up here so they can 
rape us." 

Derek had foreseen resistance on the part of the girls, but not quite like 
this. There was no choice but to rely on his instincts. "Diane O'Reilly, " 
he announced in a firm, masterful voice, "I have proof positive that at this 
very moment YOU are concealing a rather interesting thing upon your own 
person. Listen to the tone of my voice, Diane. You know that this is not a 
bluff." 

It obviously was not a bluff. And it was just as obvious, to all the girls, 
that from the way Diane reacted she knew the accusation was correct. Derek 
knew he had her trapped; she couldn't deny a charge that every one present 
knew was true. 

But still she wouldn't give up. "All right, " she said. "So I HAVE got 
something. Now, Mister Marcus, maybe you can tell me what it is." 

My serve, Derek thought to himself grimly. 

He decided that once he had these girls naked and in chains Diane would get 
special treatment for all the trouble she was causing. He could feel every 
eye, including Craig's upon him as he spoke. "All right, Diane, but I don't 
think you'd like your friends to hear what I'm going to say. You wouldn't 
like me to tell them that you're concealing DRUGS...." Drugs was just a 
guess of course, but it was a pretty good one. 

Still Diane persisted. "Drus is a pretty ambiguous statement, " she told 
Derek. "Maybe you can tell me what KIND of drugs?" 

"Oh, the hell with this, " spoke up the girl named Kathy Burke, a cute girl 
with orange hair. "We better do what he says, Diane, and get this over with. 
If you're worried about rape, we've got them outnumbered, and a scream would 
carry for miles around here. Besides, I don't see why YOU should be worried 
about rape." 

The other girls giggled at Diane's discomfort over the insult. Then, 
following Kathy's lead, they began to pull off their clothes, eager and 
impatient to get this mysterious business over with. 

Seeing that she had no choice in the matter, Diane sighed wearily and began 
to pull the clothes from her own delicious body. Derek promised himself that 
it would be a long time before she got a chance to put those clothes back 
on. If ever. 

Finally all four girls were down to bras and panties. Looking Derek in the 
eye, Andrea wailed "Do we have to take EVERYTHING off? Can't we leave our 
underthings on?" 

"Of course not, " snapped Derek. "Every one knows that drug users carry the 
stuff next to their skins. Or even INSIDE their skins. I may have to check 
your mouths, anuses and vaginas." To himself Derek thought: I've got a 
special probe just for checking the insides of vaginas. I keep it between my 
legs. 

The girls began to pull off their underwear, and there was a dull smacking 
sound as something hit the floor near Diane's feet. Derek saw at a glance 
what had made the noise: three or four glassine envelopes filled with white 
powder. 

"All right, " he said, "now that all of you are naked, we've got a little 
surprise for you." Turning towards the rear of the cave, he shouted "NOW!" 

Instantly two more benzene lanterns hissed into life, and a moment later two 
more. By now the cave was fully lit, and all four girls gasped at the sight 
that greeted them. 

In the center of the cavern was a huge oak table, complete with chains and 
shackles attached to each corner. In the far wall, several more chains ahd 
been driven into the wall with spikes that were attached to them. In the 
corner lay several very interesting objects, objects that are sold only to 
people twenty-one years of age or more, and even then they are sold with 
only the greatest of all possible discretion. 

But the most amazing sight of all was yet to come. From a darker recess in 
the cavern wall stepped two voluptuous girls, clad in black leather bras, 
black masks, black hip boots with high heels and black garter belts with 
stockings. But the crowning touch was the pair of nine-inch dildos, each one 
strapped over one of the two delicious looking torsos. Felicia and Cynthia 
had had time to put their costumes on. 

And now the two men and the two dominatrixes were coming slowly, inexorably, 
towards the four quivering, helpless, naked young schoolgirls. 

"Okay, folks, " Derek announced with a grin. "LET'S HAVE A PARTY!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

One of the girls screamed, and as she did so Derek caught a glimpse of 
Felicia tugging at a rope that looked suspiciously like a curtain cord. A 
moment later a roll of black fabric tumbled down from above, sealing off the 
mouth of the cavern. The cloth wouldn't prevent anyone from getting through 
the opening, but it would keep any further screams and such from being heard 
by passing Boy Scouts. 

The four naked schoolgirls made a mad dash for the door, but they were 
surrounded by people who were stronger than they. It was the work of a 
moment to snatch the four victims and wrestle them over to the wall, to 
shackle them hand and foot. 

"Not Diane, " Derek said as he saw Craig and Felicia trying to bind the girl 
in question to the wall with the others. "She's been a bad girl: carrying 
drugs and disobeying her master. So we're going to punish her first." 

Diane O'Reilly shrieked and screamed and pleaded for mercy, but it was no 
use at all. She was dragged over to the oaken table and tossed 
unceremoniously onto it. Then she was shackled hand and foot, spreadeagled 
and stark naked, her captive flesh easy prey for all who wanted it. 

"Now listen to me and listen carefully, " Derek said to all four prisoners, 
and as he spoke he could feel his organ slowly getting larger and more 
aroused within his pants. It knew that it would be called upon to perform 
soon. "Listen to me, all you girls. Mister Bentley and I and your fellow 
students here are going to give you a little working over. There'll be no 
damage done. Maybe some bruises or a little loss of blood, but nothing 
permanent. No scars, no teeth knocked out, no amputations." 

He lit a cigarette, pausing for effect. "PROVIDED of course that you don't 
try any funny business. Because if we decide to open up a tiny little vein 
in your finger, just for fun of course, and you don't like that idea, then 
we may make a little mistake and just maybe accidentally by mistake open up 
a vein in let's say your NECK." 

He knew that all the girls were listening now. "We're going to have a little 
fun with you and we hope you have as much fun as we do, not that it really 
matters. And when we let you go you will of course forget all about this. 
Because we KNOW that you've all been using drugs, and if you should decide 
to talk about us we might decide to talk about you." Actually Derek could 
tell that all four girls had been using the stuff, but the only one he had 
any evidence on was Diane. All four girls were too scared to realize this 
however. 

Derek stepped back slightly and gestured for Craig to pick up the glassine 
envelopes and put them in his pocket. 

Jenny, Andrea and Kathy, the three naked schoolgirls who were shackled to 
the stone cavern wall, looked on in helpless horror as Derek strode slowly 
and deliberately towards the bare wooden table across which the spreadeagled 
Diane lay in chains. 

With a sudden vicious snarl Derek lashed out with his strong right hand. He 
slapped Diane across the face, then backhanded her. There was fear in her 
eyes and loathing in her mind. "I hate you, " she muttered thickly as the 
blood began to boil beneath her skin. "God, do I hate you." 

Derek merely grinned at her, grinned the lazily sadistic smile of a man who 
knows he is totally in charge of the situation, and that all others must 
obey his commands. "Shut up, cunt, " he said to her through his teeth. "You 
take what I give you. You take it and you like it. And if you don't like it, 
then I'll just have to make you like it, won't I?" 

He struck her again and again, and the pain she was enduring was reflected 
in the faces of her captive comrades. Each stroke of the hand against 
Diane's flesh elicited winces and moans from the three girls who were 
chained to the bare stone wall. 

Finally Derek decided that his hand had spawned enough pain in this woman's 
flesh. But only his hand. There were certain other parts of his body which 
still cried out for a chance to hurt her, that hungered for an opportunity 
to make her scream with pain. 

In the flickering shadows which leaped and danced away from the steady glare 
of the benzene lanterns, the captive women could see his excited hand slowly 
dropping past his waist, past his belt, towards the fly of his trousers. As 
they watched they saw him slowly, steadily open the fly. There was a sudden 
popping sound, like a cork being pulled from a bottle of champagne, and then 
his cock had popped out from its hiding place. Derek's massive organ still 
hung limp and flaccid, but before the captive schoolgirls' eyes the organ 
began to swell, began to billow up into stiffness and tumescence, until 
within a matter of seconds it was standing straight out from his body, 
tugging to leave his flesh and burrow into the helpless, quivering female 
body that lay stretched out for all to see. 

Derek came closer, until he was scant inches away from the table, his 
vibrating organ's tip brushing lightly against the edge of the tabletop. 
Suddenly he gave a powerful spring and vaulted through the air, to land 
standing on the table, towering over his victim. 

Then he spread his legs, straddling her as though he were some powerful 
Greek Colossus, staring down at his victim with the contempt that she 
deserved. 

"I am your master, " he intoned, watching the fear in her eyes heighten as 
he came closer to her. "I am your master and you must obey me. You are my 
slave and you must obey me. You must submit, you must surrender. If I decide 
to kill you, that is your fate and you deserve it. If I decide to be 
merciful and spare your life for a few more days, that is also your fate 
although you do not deserve it." 

He gave a sudden lunge forward, and his powerful muscular body slammed down 
upon the naked body that lay chained before him. With his huge hands Derek 
gripped the glistening thighs and thrust them farther apart than they were 
already, until the young girl cried out in pain as though she were being 
torn apart. 

There was her cunt, her moist young cockpit, waiting impatiently for his 
shaft of flesh to violate it. Derek noticed with a certain amount of 
pleasure and a greater amount of surprise that Diane was still a virgin. 
Well, there's always a first time for everything, he said to himself, and 
Diane's first time is here and now. 

He thrust his muscular torso forward, and his long lance forced its way into 
her vagina, rending and ripping the flimsy maidenhead, tearing it loose from 
its lashings. A thin trickle of blood began to slide from the cleft between 
her legs, a river of red from her Red River Valley. It was the normal flow 
of blood that accompanies a girl's sudden loss of her vaginal virginity, and 
within a few, minutes the bleeding would stop. But there might be other 
bleedings, and they would not stop so swiftly. 

As a matter-of-fact, they might very well never stop at all. Derek was 
pumping now, sending his massive tool churning and grinding up and down 
within the captive flesh. Diane had never had a man's meat between her legs 
before, certainly not meat so large and powerful and well-trained as this, 
and it was a very unusual sensation to feel her insides being torn apart by 
this gigantic grinding sex organ. 

And then Derek could feel himself creaming within her, filling her body up 
with his hot thick passion-juice. This was an even stranger sensation to 
Diane, and she cried out again and again, begging for mercy. 

But there was to be no mercy that night. Derek arose from the table and hit 
her again, harder than before, and his hand left a red mark on her white 
skin. "I'm through with you, bitch, " he announced. "For the MOMENT. I've 
used you and I'm throwing you aside like the piece of utter shit that you 
are. But I may, just may, decide to use you again later. Maybe you'll like 
that and maybe you won't, but it doesn't matter and neither do you. I'm the 
master here and you're nothing but shit." He lit a cigarette and blew smoke 
in her face. "And if I DO decide to use you again, you can bet that next 
time it'll hurt a lot more, and last a lot longer." He leaned forward and 
ground the cigarette down hard, burying its smoldering end in the flesh of 
her thigh. She shrieked, but Derek ignored that. 

He crossed the room to face Craig and the two black leather maidens, Felicia 
and Cynthia. "I'm through with her, " he told them. "For the MINUTE, at any 
rate. You can work her over now. But save some for me, because I might want 
to come back for seconds." He flicked his still-burning cigarette towards 
the three sex prisoners who were chained to the wall, and he smiled with 
immense satisfaction as the cigarette bounced off Jenny's naked left tit. 

Now Craig had gone over to the table. He had his meat out and he was ready 
to use it on the cowering Diane. Go ahead, Craig thought to himself, go 
ahead and put up a fight. Scream. Struggle. I want it. Pussies taste better 
when I have to chase them and fight for them. But of course, I always win 
the battle. 

Craig had Diane's legs spread now, and was plunging his organ deep within 
her. Derek knew what Craig was doing, and did not have to look. He had 
watched Craig fuck so many times that he knew the man's modus operandi 
nearly as well as he knew his own. Derek would have nothing to gain by 
watching Craig make the girl suffer when he could create a little suffering 
on his own. 

Slowly Derek strode across the bare cavern floor to the suitcase his two 
handmaidens had brought here, the suitcase containing the tools of his 
trade. Slowly, leisurely, with the air of a man deciding what wine to have 
for dinner, Derek' examined the contents of the suitcase, even though he 
knew full well exactly what was within. At length he selected three small 
cat-o'-nine-tails. He tossed one apiece to Cynthia and Felicia and kept the 
third for himself. The tails of each instrument of torture had been bound 
into little knots, and Derek knew that those tight bundles of leather would 
produce very interesting results indeed. 

Derek and Felicia and Cynthia came deliberately towards the three cowering 
schoolgirls who were shackled hand and foot to the wall. In the background 
they could hear Diane groaning and sobbing as Craig exacted his pound of 
flesh from her. 

At a signal from Derek, his two capable assistants both flicked their black 
leather cats through the air at the exact same moment that he did, through 
the air to touch the skin of the victims beyond. Andrea shrieked, and Kathy 
whimpered, but Derek was annoyed to see that Jenny showed no reaction 
whatever. Secretly, he had to admire her: he saw that she knew the torture 
was inevitable and that to cry out would be useless, whereas not to react 
would deny her tormentors some of their pleasure. Derek resented this. He 
wanted his young victims to cry out, to scream, to plead, to beg for mercy. 

He lashed out at Jenny more savagely than before, and he caught a glimpse of 
light within her eyes, light that grew brighter as the leather stung her 
flesh. Was she beginning to submit, to succumb, to surrender to the stroke 
of his instrument of torture? Derek lashed out again, sending his 
cat-o'-nine-tails streaking out to bite into the flesh of her cheek. When it 
came away he saw that it had left a mark underneath, a mark that Jenny would 
carry for some time to come. That is, if she lived that long. 

Now Derek and his two handmaidens were all flogging in unison, bringing 
their leather cats down again and again across the reluctant flesh that lay 
imprisoned before him. The captive schoolgirls began to moan and shriek and 
cry, and behind them the cries of the violated Diane joined in the chorus. 

Derek stepped back, stopping the flaying, and as he stopped Felicia and 
Cynthia stopped too. That was good, he told himself. These girls had to 
remember that he was the master, the one in charge, that he gave the orders 
and called the shots. As long as they kept that in mind, they would work 
well together. Very well indeed. 

Derek called out to Craig, who had just finished shooting-his wad of cock 
sauce into the frantic Diane. "Unchain her and let her up, Craig, " he 
commanded. "I think we'll give one of the other girls a chance to suffer for 
a while." He saw the three girls in chains shudder as he spoke. 

"Hey, wait a minute, " Felicia protested. "You and Craig both fucked her, 
but Cynth and I didn't get a crack at that crack yet. What's the sense of 
having a dildo if I don't get a chance to use it?" She looked lecherously at 
the sobbing Diane. "Me and Cynthia want to screw her good." 

Derek's powerful fist shot through the air, and a moment later Felicia was 
lying in the dust on the cavern floor. "Bitch!" He spat at her. "You dare to 
question my commands? I, your lord and master and ruler? You will fuck only 
the girls I say you will fuck, if and when I give you permission to. Is that 
quite clear, slave?" 

Rebellion was flaming into life within Felicia's clear blue eyes, but she 
managed to conceal it from her master. "Y-yes, " she managed to stammer at 
length. "You are the master. I hear and I must obey." To herself she 
thought, now that I've got this dildo I wouldn't mind fuckin' you up the 
ass, Mister Derek Marcus. But she dared not voice her thoughts out loud. Not 
yet, anyway. Perhaps later she would have her chance. 

Derek turned to watch as Craig skillfully removed the chains from Diane's 
throbbing, pain-wracked limbs. Then Craig slapped the girl hard, knocking 
her onto the bare stone floor and kicking her into a distant corner. Diane 
lay there, a twisted heap of violated humanity, sobbing and groaning. 

Derek walked towards the girl, the hard soles of his boots clattering dully 
across the cavern. The toe of one boot shot outwards and kicked her. "Get 
up, bitch, " he commanded. "Get up and take your punishment. No female is 
allowed to rest until we have fully had our way with her." He kicked her 
again. "Now get up and take the punishment you deserve." 

Diane didn't move. Savagely Derek snapped his fingers and pointed at Craig. 
Derek didn't even have to give the order, because the huge blonde man knew 
exactly what he was to do; he had done this so many times before. Craig 
walked across the room and seized Diane roughly by the shoulders, dragging 
her to her feet. He twisted one arm painfully behind the small of her back, 
and she shrieked in unceasing agony as he pushed her across the room towards 
the wall where the other three girls stood in chains. They knew that it 
would be their turn soon, and Diane would be watching them endure the same 
torture that had already been forced upon her own body and soul. 

Slowly, leisurely Derek examined the three girls that cowered in chains 
before him, spread out in a row like some sort of sexual meat rack. He eyed 
each one of them carefully, weighing their comparative characteristics. 
Which one would give him the most pleasure now, and which the most pleasure 
later. All three girls were watching him nervously as he inspected them, 
each hoping against hope that she would not be the one to be chosen, 
although all knew that eventually every one of them would have a turn to 
feel pain at his hands. 

Derek turned away from Andrea and Kathy, and his eye fell upon Jenny. So 
Jenny had refused to cry out before, eh? Well, he'd make her cry out now. 
He'd make her scream and whimper and beg for mercy, mercy that she knew full 
well would never be granted to her. 

Derek nodded his head slightly in the direction of the fearful Jenny. "Her, 
" he said quietly, in almost a whisper. 

"NO!" Jenny shrieked in a voice that would resurrect the dead. "No, not me! 
Take one of the others! Take one of the others!" 

But her entreaties were to no avail. Felicia and Cynthia unchained her from 
the wall and dragged her over to .the table, the sacrificial altar that was 
waiting to receive its next victim. No sooner was Jenny freed from the 
chains then Craig dragged the sobbing Diane across the cavern to take her 
place, and a moment later the shackles closed around the wrists and ankles 
of Diane. 

Now it was Jenny's turn to be chained spreadeagled to the table. She fought 
and bit and struggled, but resistance would do no good. She might as well 
submit here and now, because sooner or later she would have to. 

Derek lashed out once with the flat of his hand to catch the enchained Diane 
full in the face. She moaned once, then lapsed into blessed unconsciousness. 
There seemed to be foam on her lips. 

Jenny was chained to the table now, and both men wanted to have their way 
with her. But that could wait. Derek reminded himself that Cynthia and 
Felicia had done their work well, they deserved a little reward for their 
labors. Stepping back slightly, he pointed a finger at his black leather 
ladies in waiting. "All right, " Derek said at length. "She's yours. Do with 
her what you will." 

With a whoop of sadistic glee both girls rushed across the room, in a race 
to see which one would be first to' claim the prize. Cynthia was the victor 
by scant inches, and she thrust the angered Felicia out of the way. "Bitch, 
" Cynthia enthused to the fearful Jenny. "I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck 
you good. Spread your legs before my dildo spreads 'em for you." 

And then she was on top of the girl, and as the others looked on her huge 
flesh-like dildo forced its way into the schoolgirl's pussy, grinding deeper 
and deeper into the depths below. Jenny moaned in pain and chagrin. She 
didn't want this, but she knew that there was no other way. She had to 
submit. She had to surrender. 

And now Cynthia was pumping up and down within the throbbing captive flesh 
that lay beneath her, and Derek saw that Jenny was being aroused against her 
will. Slowly the naked nipples began to rise like loaves of bread in an 
oven, to rise up into hard erect cones of passion. And as Derek watched in 
fascination he saw that Jenny was slowly being dragged into a sexual climax, 
an orgasm that she had not asked for and did not want. 

"Oh, God!" Jenny moaned, her arms and legs writhing despite the iron chains 
that held them. And then Jenny was creaming, her tortured belly rising up 
and down beneath Cynthia's thrusting organ. She had come, she had creamed. 
Against her will, she had taken this huge dildo into her body and she had 
liked it. 

Now Derek ordered Cynthia to get off the girl and give Felicia a turn. 
Cynthia was reluctant to do this, but she knew that she had to obey. Derek 
and Craig were the men, and that meant that they were the masters. It was 
their duty as the females to submit, to obey. If Derek deigned to allow them 
a bit of sex here or there they accepted it gratefully, for they knew that 
it might be a long time before he gave them some more. And they wanted all 
they could get. 

Now Felicia was fucking Jenny, and her dildo was doing an even better job 
than Cynthia's had done. The captive schoolgirl who lay in chains on the 
table screamed and protested and pleaded, but it was no use whatsoever. She 
found herself being dragged irrevocably into another orgasm, into another 
vortex of insatiable lust. 

And then Jenny had creamed again, and Derek smiled with satisfaction. The 
night had been very interesting thus far. He was sure that things would be 
even more entertaining as the evening progressed. 

At last both black leather vixens had had their way with Jenny, and she lay 
on the table groaning and gasping in humiliation and unwanted pleasure. She 
had been forced to enjoy being raped, she did not want it but she had 
climaxed anyway. Now she lay there sobbing and weeping. 

Derek decided that his two handmaidens had had enough sport for the moment. 
He did not wish to allow them too much sex, because then they would disobey 
his orders. He had to dangle the promise of lust before their eyes like a. 
carrot on a stick, allowing them only the merest and most occasional 
nibbles. Derek stepped forward and ordered Felicia and Cynthia to unchain 
Jenny. They hastened to obey, wondering as they did so what was to happen 
next. 

"Stand her up, " commanded Derek, and Cynthia and Felicia each held the limp 
Jenny by one throbbing wrist, forcing her to stay on her feet when she 
wanted to fall to the ground and die. But they forced her to stand up. Her 
head rolled backwards and down, thrusting her chest forward, causing her 
delicious breasts to protrude invitingly. 

Derek stepped forward with the air of a Gestapo officer. With one hairy fist 
he struck the helpless girl again and again, until he saw blood rise to her 
lips. Then he punched her hard in the stomach. For a moment he thought the 
girl was going to throw up at his feet, and if she did it would be the worse 
for her. 

But no. Jenny fell forward, sobbing, but managed to hold herself in. Derek 
brought his knee up savagely, and the hard kneecap crashed into Jenny's 
battered face. She moaned again and cried out for mercy that was not 
forthcoming. When Derek's booted foot hit the floor again, there was blood 
on the leg of his pants. But it was not his blood. 

He gestures to his female servants. "Drop her, " he ordered. Felicia and 
Cynthia relinquished their grip on the whitened wrists, and Jenny fell to 
the ground with a thump, little clouds of dust kicking up around her breasts 
and shoulders as they smacked against the stone floor of the cavern. 

Derek kicked her once. "Drag her back and chain her up again, " he said 
quietly, and Cynthia and Felicia reached out with eager hands and dragged 
the ravished schoolgirl back towards the cavern wall, towards the chains 
that would bind her more tightly than they had before. 

Derek saw that Craig was looking on with interest mingled with impatience. 
Craig had obviously enjoyed screwing Diane, but he'd done nothing at all to 
Jenny. He'd enjoyed watching, but in his book sex was meant to be a contact 
sport. Derek smiled fondly as he reminded himself that Craig had done his 
work well, carrying out orders without question. He decided that his 
assistant deserved a reward. 

"Craig, " Derek called out, waving expansively towards the wall where the 
four girls stood helplessly. "You can call the next round. Pick any cunt you 
want, do anything you please. I'll just sit this dance out." 

"Thanks, Derek, " Craig said gratefully. Now which girl would he choose? 
They all looked so good. He felt like a kid in a candy store. Diane and 
Jenny had already been worked over, and Craig decided he would prefer a girl 
who was still capable of feeling, so that he could torture her as fully as 
possible. But should he choose Andrea or Kathy? 

He examined both of them closely. Andrea had a meek, docile look in her 
eyes. She knew that she was going to be raped and beaten whether she wanted 
it or not, and she knew that the wisest thing would be to accept it, to 
submit to it. But Craig saw that Kathy still had a glimmer of resistance, of 
defiance in her green Irish eyes. Well, he'd turn that defiance into 
obedience. And it would be very enjoyable. 

He pointed a derisive finger at the girl. "She's next, " he murmured. 
Felicia and Cynthia sprang forward to unchain the next victim, and to push 
the already used Jenny into the shackles in her place. 

Kathy was free now, and that was the way she wanted to be. She suddenly 
turned and ran, bolting towards the black square of fabric that marked the 
exit from the cavern. Once through that she would be in the outer world. She 
would be free. She streaked across the dusty cavern floor, bolting 
frantically towards the black square of freedom. 

But she had reckoned without the resourcefulness of Derek, her lord and 
master. Slowly, lazily, as though he had nothing better to do at all, Derek 
stretched out one leg to catch Kathy and trip her up. 

"No!" she wailed as she saw that escape was to be denied her. There was to 
be no escape tonight, no haven from the lust and the carnal desires. 

Kathy stumbled forward and down, smashing against the cavern floor. Her huge 
voluptuous breasts broke her fall, but she sobbed as she realized that there 
would be no chance to get away. 

No chance at all. 

She was seized by the. ankles and dragged back across the room, towards the 
wooden table that waited to receive her flesh. Felicia and Cynthia picked 
her up bodily and tossed her unceremoniously onto the hard wooden surface. 
Kathy felt her head bend backwards and crash against the tabletop, and she 
lapsed into blessed unconsciousness. 

A moment later she was yanked brutally back into reality as Craig's expert 
whip caressed the flesh of her limbs. She thrashed and writhed, trying to 
escape its sadistic kiss, but there was no escape for her tonight, or for 
any of her fellow captives. Strong arms reached out and seized her, 
spreading her limbs almost to the breaking point. She felt the hard, cold 
caress of the shackles. 

And, right now, Craig was on top of her, bringing his cock outwards and 
forwards. He had already creamed once that night, into Diane, but he had not 
yet shot his whole wad. His cock was still huge and hard, still trembling 
with excitement as it came closer and closer to the vagina that lay 
helplessly beyond. 

And then he was in her, thrusting his creamstick farther and farther and 
farther into her innermost recesses. Waves of pain mingled with passion 
began to bounce and reverberate throughout Kathy's tortured body, and 
involuntarily she found herself being aroused and excited by this huge 
massive organ that was burrowing deeper and deeper into her with every 
passing moment. 

And then Craig was pumping, sending his huge meat pounding up and down 
within her throbbing flesh, forcing her to submit, commanding her to obey. 
And there slowly began to kindle within Kathy's writhing frame a desire, a 
longing, a hunger for this gigantic of meat. And the hunger, the craving 
grew larger and larger, like some lustful flame that slowly smoldered into a 
roaring, blazing inferno. 

Her moans and weepings began to run into one another, to rise in pitch as 
Kathy lifted her head and shouted "Yes, yes! I want it! I WANT it! Oh, 
please give it to me! Fuck me harder!" 

Craig grinned smugly. So at last one of the captive schoolgirls had learned 
to submit, had learned that sexual surrender was her only salvation. That 
was good. That was very good. Craig promised himself that before this night 
was over every one of the fair young damsels would learn to submit, to 
surrender, to give in to the way of all flesh. 

"I want it! I want it all! GIVE it to me!" Kathy's ravings had reached a 
high-pitched howl now as she craved for more cock, more scum, more and more 
pain deep inside of her. She wanted more of it, more of it, more of it. And 
there would never, never be enough. 

At last Craig was creaming within her, and then she was climaxing too, and 
the twin barrages of love-juice sped towards each other and meshed. Kathy 
began to moan in delight. This was what she wanted, this was what she lived 
for. She was a girl, and her only purpose in life was to get fucked. She 
wanted it. She deserved it. She needed it. 

The big muscular blonde man was off her now. "Hey, Derek, " he muttered, 
stuffing his glistening organ back into his trousers. "It's your turn. I've 
got her all warmed up for you. Come on in, the pussy's fine." 

"I don't want it, " scowled Derek, sounding like a spoiled child. "Once they 
give in, once they submit then they don't taste good any more. What I want 
is rebellious girls, girls that I can bend back and MAKE submit. I like to 
force them to give in to me." 

"Suit yourself, " Craig called out cheerfully as he sealed his zipper. "But 
there's still plenty of other pussy-meat around here that hasn't learned to 
surrender yet." 

"Yes, I know, " answered Derek. He turned on his heel and strode back across 
the cavern, his heavy boots kicking up little clouds of dust as he walked. 
He stretched out a languid hand and pointed at Andrea. "You, " he said to 
the fear-stricken captive girl. "It's your turn. Come here and get fucked." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Slowly he came towards the cowering captive. Andrea pressed farther and 
farther back into the wall, hoping that it would swallow her up so she could 
escape from this evil sadistic lecher. But of course the wall would not do 
as she wished, and even if it had she would still be restrained by the 
shackles that bound her luscious limbs. There was nothing she could do but 
look on in growing horror as the sex-starved fiend came closer and closer to 
her. 

He reached out with one hand and snatched her by the neck, pulling her 
closer to his own hot body. Andrea screamed in anguish as she was tugged 
away from the wall and she felt the cold steel bands bite into her ankles 
and her wrists. With a laugh Derek hit her, sending her flying back against 
the wall again. Andrea hit it bang on and all the breath was knocked out of 
her. Derek laughed again and made haste to unlock the shackles. 

Then he had his prize, and he was dragging her over towards the table, that 
awful bare table which had seen so many other helpless bodies tortured and 
humiliated and degraded while lying captive upon it. Derek pushed Andrea 
savagely towards the table, but she stumbled and fell. With a curse he 
kicked her, and she dragged herself forward slightly. 

Derek was angry now; his wrath had been aroused, and woe betide the female 
who did that to him! He picked up Andrea's frail body in both hands and 
yanked her upwards through the air to hold her high overhead, then he 
actually tossed her across the cave towards the table. Andrea screamed again 
and again as she saw the hard oaken slab rising to meet her battered body. 

The next thing she knew, she was bent over the tabletop, her arms and head 
splayed out across it, her knees and legs dangling below, her helpless butt 
sticking outwards as the crowning touch in this festival of humiliation. 
Derek laughed again, and kicked her in the rump. Andrea screamed, and when 
she stopped screaming she saw that her wrists and ankles had been chained to 
the table. She was forced to remain bent over it, offering her white ass to 
any man who cared to take it. 

Derek laughed yet again, and slapped her hard on the ass. "Bitch, " he 
hissed at her, "you are gonna get fucked. You are gonna get ASS-FUCKED!" 

Andrea felt she was going to be sick. It was terrifying enough to have this 
man raping her, to be forced to watch him plunge his huge tool into her 
vagina. But she couldn't stand even the thought of having that man up her 
ass, of having him split her insides wide apart with that massive organ that 
still stood stiffly at attention between his legs 

"Not my ass, no!" Andrea pleaded. "You can have my cunt and my mouth and my 
tits, but please don't fuck my ass!" She saw that Derek seemed unmoved, and 
she knew that she had to give in slightly, she had to admit that he was her 
master. "Please, MASTER!" she entreated. "Please, I beg of you, MASTER! Do 
anything you want, but don't fuck my ass! No, Master!" 

And then, as soon as the words were out of her white-lipped mouth, Andrea 
knew that she had made a mistake in saying them. For of course, Derek would 
see to it that she received exactly the sort of treatment that she DIDN'T 
want. By begging not to be ass-fucked, she had inadverdently guaranteed 
herself a hot cock up the buns. 

Derek came closer to her now, closer to the naked white ass that lay 
exposed, offering itself to all who might desire. He leisurely, languidly 
pulled the lit cigarette from his mouth and, holding it cupped between two 
fingers, brought the lit end down hard on the smooth space directly between 
the quivering buttocks. 

"AAAAHHH-AAAHH-AAH!" The inhuman scream of indescribable agony reverberated 
throughout the cavern, and for a moment Derek was afraid that the wail of 
anguish would pierce the black blanket that covered the doorway, would go 
through it and be heard by the people in the real world outside. But then he 
reassured himself that there no other people within at least a half a mile 
of here. There was nobody who could help Andrea now. Nobody at all. 

He pressed the still burning cigarette butt against her flesh again, until 
the last dull red sparks were extinguished. This girl would make a perfect 
ashtray, Derek told himself. And he had a big fat cigar that he wanted to 
leave here a while. A nice big fat White Owl. 

He flicked the deadened butt across the dimly lit cavern, watching Jenny 
wince in fear as the now harmless bit of tobacco and paper rebounded from 
the stone wall scant inches from her right shoulder. Then Derek moved away 
to turn his attention back to the hot little asshole that waited so 
impatiently to be serviced by his nice hot dick. 

His huge muscular hands, with tufts of hair around the battered knuckles, 
reached slowly outwards, probing for the buttocks that they knew lay so 
close by. He found the ass, and his powerful fingers dug into it, clawing 
it, forcing the girl to scream in even greater pain than before. Well, if 
she thought she was getting hurt now, she ought to wait a few more minutes. 
She would be lucky to leave this place with her ass in one piece, Derek 
promised himself. 

Both hands had a firm grip on the pulsating rump by now. Derek took a deep 
breath, and then suddenly he spread the ass cheeks, spread them wide. There, 
looking him in the face, was the object of his desires: the tight bright 
pink rosebud of the asshole. Soon that rosebud would be splitting wide open 
and casting its petals all around the room. 

Derek thrust the ass cheeks wider, and the whimpers and half-sobbed moanings 
of Andrea rose in pitch, begging with him, pleading with him not to do this, 
to let her go. Obviously Andrea hadn't learned yet that to ask the Master 
not to do something to her was a sure way of having it done to her. 

The ass cheeks were spread as wide as they could go, and possibly wider. The 
inflamed asshole was there. Derek shot his lower torso forward and sent his 
vibrating pillar of hot cock plunging into that tight ass, loosening it. 
Andrea screamed yet again. Would that bitch never shut up? 

Farther the huge cock went, farther and farther in, until at last Derek 
could feel his dangling balls slap against the backs of Andrea's tortured 
thighs. He had gone through the gate that was her anus, now he was in the 
canoodle, the turd-tunnel. This was going to be good. Very, very good. 

Derek started to pump, to thump and bump and grind, and as he did so he 
could feel the tight walls of the asshole squeezing him even tighter. Well, 
that was good. He liked them tight. He promised himself that he would give 
this bitch the worst case of hemorrhoids in the history of Western 
civilization. Harder he fucked, harder and harder and harder. 

And Andrea, against her will, was realizing that she would have to submit. 
She herself, her mind and brain, still remained rebellious and defiant, but 
her body disagreed with her brain, for her body knew that submission was the 
only salvation. Slowly the walls of her canoodle began to relax, to give in 
to the hot churning thump of the mountain of meat that ricocheted through 
her with ever-increasing speed. 

And then Derek felt his hot organ swell up and begin to quiver, and he knew 
that this was it, he knew that soon he would be creaming within this woman's 
throbbing rectum. 

And sure enough, a moment later his cock blew up like an erupting volcano, 
sending its hot steaming load of luscious cock-sauce deep within the 
throbbing ass of the sobbing woman. 

It was over now. He pulled out of her slowly. It had been great, but it was 
over now. He had had his pleasure, but there would be no more. Not for 
today, anyway. There would be more tomorrow. 

Derek stepped away from the limp body and pointed at Cynthia and Felicia. 
'Take over, " he ordered, and with squeals of delight the two black leather 
schoolgirls ran forward eagerly, impatient to thrust their throbbing dildos 
into the young captive's receptive anal cavity. 

Meanwhile Derek was going back across the cavern, with Craig not far behind 
him. The two comrades strode up to within a few inches of where the other 
three girls stood chained and restrained to the hard stone wall. Each man 
had taken a whip from the suitcase, and the helpless girls saw that the lash 
of each whip was dotted with a row of pyramid-shaped brass studs. The points 
on the tips of those pyramids looked very sharp. 

CRACK! The twin lashes flicked outwards, their spangling of brass studs 
twinkling in the lantern light. The girls shrieked loudly as those broad 
bands of tanned leather struck their flesh again and again, harder and 
harder. They yelped once, twice, three times as the lashes bit into their 
skin. And wherever the stingray whips touched them, a mark was left on the 
flesh. 

Diane was still hanging over somewhat, only half-conscious. Angrily Derek 
began to concentrate all his fury on her, whipping the poor schoolgirl again 
and again until at last she seemed roused to consciousness. And even then he 
continued to strike her. The helpless girl saw what was being done to her 
and moaned several times, pleading with the man who was her master to 
release her, to set her free. 

But Derek had no time to devote attention to the senseless babblings of 
worthless females. These girls were here to be fucked, and beaten, and 
dominated, and he had no interest in anything they wanted to say, unless it 
was on the order of "Master". 

Derek sped up the pace of the flogging, concentrating the blasts of leather 
in the area of Diane's breasts and nipples. She howled pitifully as the lash 
struck her harder and harder still, lacerating the flesh of her mountainous 
mammary glands. 

At last he decided that he was done, and Derek signalled to Craig. The two 
of them tossed their playthings back inside the suitcase, then went over to 
the table where the black leather and lace maidens were still ass-fucking 
Andrea. Derek pushed them abruptly aside, and began to unchain their anal 
captive, tossing the chains in all directions. 

"Oh thank you, Master, " breathed Andrea with a sigh of relief. 'Thank you 
for saving me." 

"Shut up, bitch, " Derek snarled. He pulled Andrea free from the table and 
tossed her to the ground, kicking her hard several times with his big black 
boot. "Get over there with the others, " he commanded. 

Andrea knew that she had to obey, and she tried to get up and walk across 
the cavern of lust. But her ordeals had weakened her; she barely managed to 
struggle to her feet before she tottered earthwards, and she moaned once as 
her kneecaps hit the hard stone floor. 

"I said to get over there, bitch, " Derek cursed. Andrea had to do as she 
was told, but she was unable to walk or even to stand up. So she had to 
crawl, she had to crawl through the dust and degradation like some worthless 
animal, which was pretty much what she was. 

Finally Andrea joined her fellow slaves against the cavern wall. Cynthia and 
Felicia were busy unchaining them, and as soon as they were free Craig 
struck them all hard, , knocking them down into the dirt and dust with 
Andrea. For these four schoolgirls, the night had certainly been a degrading 
one indeed! 

Derek came over and watched them squirm about, not even bothering to conceal 
the amused contempt he had for these mere sex objects. Finally he spoke. 
"Get up, " he said to them, and it was a command. "Get up and put your 
clothes on. You're all going back to the campus." 

Kathy moaned as she struggled vainly to maintain an erect position. "But, 
Master, " she entreated, "we are unable to do as you say. We must have a 
chance to rest, to recover...." 

Derek's boot lashed out and caught the girl full in the face. She staggered 
backwards, fell against the wall and slid to the ground. There was blood in 
the corner of her mouth. 

Derek spoke in a voice that no man-or woman-could ever dare to disobey. "You 
will do as I have told you, " he barked. "You will get up, and you will put 
your clothes on, and you will go back to the campus, and you will NOT 
breathe a word of this to anyone, EVER!" He glowered at the huddled masses 
of female flesh. "Now get MOVING!" 

This time the schoolgirls could not disobey, although they were weakened 
from exhaustion and great loss of blood. But they knew that they had to 
obey, so they struggled to their feet, using each other and the stone wall 
for support. Then, half staggering, half crawling, they made their way 
across the cavern to where the heap of discarded clothing stood. They had 
never expected to put those clothes on again, and Derek knew it. They 
expected to remain here, chained and naked, until death came to relieve them 
of their bottomless miseries. But there would be no death. Not this time, at 
any rate. Derek wanted the pain to last for as long as possible, and the 
memory of that pain and the accompanying humiliation to last even longer 
than that. 

Slowly, one at a time, the four ravished schoolgirls managed to make their 
way across the cavern floor towards the clothes, and when they got there 
they had to struggle to pull the tight garments over their bodies, which 
were streaked with sweat and saliva and blood. Derek and Craig looked 
towards the dark blanket which covered the opening of the cave, and they saw 
that the black fabric was slowly turning lighter, as though a powerful 
source of illumination were shining through it from the other side. 
Frantically both men looked at their watches. It was almost dawn! 

"Now what, Derek?" Craig wanted to know. 'These girls won't be in shape for 
classes tomorrow morning ... I mean, THIS morning. If anybody finds out what 
was done to them, WE'LL be in trouble, even if they don't know we did it. 
Because it's our job to keep an eye on the schoolgirls." 

Derek lit another cigarette impatiently, snapping the lighter shut with an 
angry click and stowing it away in one pocket. "Of course I know it. That's 
exactly why I took the job. And you must admit I'm pretty good at keeping an 
eye on them, am I not?" Derek grinned and exhaled smoke triumphantly. 

His friend Craig moaned. "Stop clowning, Derek! You know damned well what I 
mean: if anyone finds out these girls got a workover we'll be in trouble 
even if they don't suspect we did it. The headmaster and his assistant are 
supposed to protect the students from such things." 

Derek took a long, luxurious drag on his cigarette, then rolled it between 
his fingers. "I know what you mean, " he said at last, and Craig breathed a 
sigh of relief. "So, what do you suggest?" 

"ME? Why me? You're supposed to be the boss of this operation. What are you 
asking me what I suggest for?" 

Derek sighed at his partner wearily. "Oh come now, Craig, old man. After 
all, I do most of the work AND most of the thinking in our little 
partnership. I have to let you run the ship ONCE in a while, now, don't I?" 

Craig sighed and threw his hands in the air. "Look, Derek, don't you see 
what I'm talking about? By the time we get these chicks back to the campus 
they won't be in any shape to go to class. The teachers will want to know 
why the hell not, and WE'LL be the ones who get screwed when they find out." 

Derek looked amused for some reason. "Really, Craig? And why us, pray tell?" 

Craig moaned. "Because WE'RE the ones who are in charge of them, who are 
responsible for them. Rank has its responsibilities." 

Derek puffed out more cigarette smoke. "Rank also has its privileges. If it 
didn't I'd see to it that I was always a buck private. Craig, as headmaster 
of this academy, don't you think that it would be a simple matter for me to 
delegate four of the more responsible and mature students to run an errand 
for me?" He puffed on the cigarette as though he were giving it a blow job. 
"We invent some excuse for why the girls haven't shown up, and we keep them 
under wraps until they recover, which shouldn't take too long because I 
didn't fuck them up as much as I would have liked to." He sighed again. 
"Because of our respected position in the community, our story will be 
believed and our actions, though met with a certain amount of opposition, 
will be accepted." 

* * * 

As it turned out, Derek was right, as usual. Several members of the faculty 
questioned his decision to send the girls out "on an errand", but there was 
really not much they could do about it at this point, except wait for the 
girls to return. 

Meanwhile, Derek and Craig, with the assistance of the ever-helpful Felicia 
and Cynthia, had sequestered their four young sex-slaves in the abandoned 
gardener's shed. Apparently the last gardener employed by the Gladys M. 
Forsythe Academy for Advanced Young Ladies had seen fit to do a little 
ploughing of several girls' bushes, and after he disappeared suddenly, 
leaving a trail of ravished schoolgirls in his wake, the Academy's board of 
directors had seen fit not to hire a man to replace him. So now the 
gardener's shed stood empty and unused, which was just fine with both Derek 
and Craig. 

They moved their four victims into it, chaining their hands to the furniture 
and gagging them. The shed was sturdy enough and isolated enough to prevent 
any sounds the girls might make from reaching the ears of anyone else on 
campus. 

The four girls were left there to recover from their wounds. This would not 
take more than a day at the most, because Derek had seen to it that they 
received only the light treatment. Later, after the girls' tolerance levels 
had been raised under his careful tutelage, Derek would make certain that 
they would get the heavy treatment. 

After the girls were locked up in their makeshift prison Derek assigned 
Craig and Cynthia to smuggle some food into the shed and make the girls eat 
it, warning them that if they refused to take it or if they cried out for 
help that punishment would be swift and permanent. The girls knew that he 
was not joking, and they did not dare to disobey their Master. 

While Craig and Cynthia were getting the food, Derek went towards his office 
with Felicia in tow. Naturally both she and Cynthia had removed their 
leather gear and donned civilian clothes again. Derek couldn't decide which 
way he liked Felicia better: in black leather bra and garter belt or in 
miniskirt and tight white turtleneck. 

As the two of them crossed the campus, Derek spoke to her. "Well, I must 
say, this is certainly a very interesting school you've got here." 

Felicia made a face. "It was dullsville till you came along. No, let me be 
honest about it: for the last few years sex was verboten here, and we all 
had to sneak out and get it on the sly. One day the gardener, who was an old 
fart who knew King Tut and Cleopatra personally, kicked off from a heart 
attack trying to fuck little old Cynthia. That livened things up slightly, 
but not much." 

Derek was listening, hung on every word the girl was saying to him. She 
eagerly went on with her story: "A few weeks before you came here, just 
after the old gardener died, we got a new one, a fellow by the name of Roger 
Masterson. For the first time there was some real action on campus, because 
this guy had cock. Real cock, at least as good as yours is and maybe an inch 
longer. As she spoke Derek looked ruefully at the bulge in his trousers. 
He'd always considered his own donger Numero Uno, and he didn't like the 
idea of Felicia or any other girl comparing it unfavorably to another guy's. 
Derek remembered the contents of his suitcase and promised himself that 
Felicia would pay for making that comparison, in fact she would pay very 
dearly. 

"Anyway, " Felicia was saying, "every girl on campus wanted to lay that guy, 
but he only did it with me and Cynthia and one or two other chicks. Then one 
night he just disappeared, and two other girls disappeared with him. We had 
no idea where they'd gone, but we found something very interesting nearby: 
there was a big tough guy from some motorcycle gang lying with a broken neck 
right near Cock Rock. And the sexiest teacher in the school had been 
gang-banged right inside Cock Rock itself. We never did find out if there 
was a connection between them and Roger Masterson, but that was why...." 

A bell had rung in Derek's brain. "Wait a minute, " he asked. "What did you 
call that place? Cock something?" 

"You mean Cock Rock?" 

"That's it. What the hell is Cock Rock?" 

Felicia giggled girlishly. "You mean you don't know yet? Boy oh boy, are you 
in for a surprise. Cock Rock is a big hill, or maybe a small mountain, right 
near here, and it's shaped like a cock. You have to see it to believe it. 
It's even got boulders for balls, and there's some bushes where the bush 
should be." 

Somehow this intrigued Derek. "Is Cock Rock circumcised?" 

Felicia giggled again. "Not yet, but we're working on it. We haven't found a 
knife that's big enough yet. Anyway, " she continued, "right at the top of 
Cock Rock, where the piss-hole should be, is a pothole that leads right into 
a chamber underneath. Some of the girls used to get together there 
sometimes. We had booze, pot, you name it, everything but men. Once in a 
while some of us would dildo each other but what we really wanted was a 
taste of real cock." Felicia made sure nobody was watching, then she leaned 
forward and kissed Derek. "I'm glad you came along, Derek, ' I really am. 
After Roger Masterson disappeared you and Craig are the only cock I've had, 
and I want you both all to myself. But I'll save some for Cynthia, of 
course." 

"Sorry, baby, " Derek pushed Felicia gently but firmly aside and continued 
walking, keeping a slight distance from her. "Like I told you before, I'm 
not the kind of boy who saves himself for Miss Right. I don't tie myself 
down to one or even two cunts. If something moves, I fuck it." 

Felicia was not the sort of girl who gave up easily, as Derek had already 
noticed. She moved closer to him and wrapped both her arms around one of 
his, not even caring whether or not anybody was watching. "I know you like 
all the different flavor cunts, Derek, " she said dreamily. 'That's exactly 
why I like you: you're a swinger, a real man of action. You're not one of 
those schmuckheads who marries the first half-titted cuntface he sees and 
settles down and has eighteen kids and no orgasms and never gets within half 
a mile of any real snatch. You're nothing like that, Derek, and you never 
will be. That's exactly why I want you so much." 

Derek couldn't help laughing. He pulled the coquettish girl into an alcove 
where they would not be so much in the public view, and then he kissed her. 
"Baby, " Derek said finally, "you're so crazy about me because I'm not a 
one-woman man. You're so crazy about me that you want me all to yourself. 
Well, if that happened, I'd BE a one-woman man." He kissed her again. "And 
then you wouldn't want me anymore, now would you?" 

Felicia couldn't help laughing. "I never thought of it that way, Derek. But 
I guess you've got a point." She winked at him. 

"Okay, so I guess I can't be greedy and have you all to myself. But at least 
I'm entitled to as much as you as I can grab, huh?" 

This time it was Derek's turn to laugh. "Sorry again, kid. I don't like too 
much of any one girl. The more a girl chases me the less I like it. I've 
gotta be the one who does the chasing, yes, and the catching too. Sometimes 
when a guy's going after cunt the thrill of the chase is better than the 
capture. My favorite cunt is the one I have to chase the farthest and fight 
the hardest when I finally catch it. If I happen to meet a chick someplace 
and she lays down and spreads her legs and says 'Give it to me' then I might 
take it, and that tastes okay even though I didn't have to chase her or 
fight her. But when the twats start chasing ME, then that's it sister." 

Felicia was puzzled; she'd gotten the drift of what Derek had said to her 
but she hadn't understood it completely. "I don't know what you're saying, 
Derek. Could you translate?" 

"Gladly. The harder I have to break my balls to grab some snatch, the better 
that snatch is. But if I don't even have to lift a finger to get some pussy, 
then that pussy doesn't taste good to me at all. In other words, baby, I 
like you fine as is, but if you keep pestering me I'll dump you completely." 

"WHAT?!?" Felicia looked as though she'd been shot. She bounded out of the 
alcove and into public view. "After everything I've done for you, Derek, you 
dump me completely? I could understand if you want other chicks TOO, but why 
toss me out of the picture?" Her voice had risen in volume quite a bit, and 
Derek was afraid that some of the passersby in the distance would hear her. 
By now it was early morning, and the Academy was slowly coming to life. 

"For Christ's sake, Felish, don't you see what I'm telling you?" implored 
Derek, frantically trying to calm the schoolgirl down before she attracted 
any more attention than she already had. "I don't like , twat unless it 
doesn't want me. I only want girls who don't want me because it's a real 
kick to MAKE them want me, to make them BEG for my meat up their holes. If 
you keep asking me for cock like this, then the challenge is all gone." 

"Then I'm all gone too!" roared Felicia. Several of the students in the 
distance had definitely begun to notice that something unusual was going on 
in the alcove, and for a moment Derek considered knocking Felicia over the 
head to keep her quiet. But in the long run that would only make more 
trouble. 

He tried to caress Felicia, to placate her by offering her his body that she 
lusted for so much. But Felicia had pushed him away. 

"Don't touch me, " she rasped, and there was an unpleasant tone in her 
voice. "I'm going to report you to the Academy's board of directors, and 
then to the county police. I'll bet they'd just love to know about those 
nice little schoolgirls you've been beating up and raping in that Indian 
cave." 

Derek took a step towards her menacingly. "You were the one who told me 
about the cave, " he pointed out. "You and Cynthia." He came closer to her. 
"And if you squeal on me, I'll squeal on you. I'll bet your parents would 
just love to know about all the gentlemen friends you've been entertaining. 
If you spill my beans, I'll spill yours." 

Felicia was defiant. "I'll take that chance. And anyway it'd be worth it if 
I paid you back for what you've done." 

Derek had lost his temper by now. The rugged, adventurous, lecherous life he 
had led had taught him that losing his temper could be fatal, but he ignored 
that as he came closer to Felicia and grabbed her by the wrists. "You 
bitch!" he roared. And then heard, 'That does it, lover boy. I hope you look 
good in stripes because when the cops hear about you that's what you'll be 
wearing." And then suddenly she had pulled loose from him and was hurtling 
across the campus, running away to squeal on him, to betray him! 

Suddenly Derek had no idea of what was going on. All he knew was that he 
would have to stop that girl. He thundered after her, tackled her and 
brought her crashing to the ground. Luckily they were near the edge of the 
campus, and behind a building, so there was nobody to witness this. 

Felicia lay still, and she didn't seem to be breathing. For one terrible, 
panic-stricken moment Derek thought he'd killed her. Then he saw her chest 
heave and realized that she was merely unconscious. 

By this time Derek had stopped thinking completely, acting purely as his 
animalistic, lustful instincts commanded him to. So Felicia wanted his cock, 
did she? Well, he'd give it to her. God, would he give it to her! 

With all the brute force of a man gone totally mad, Derek seized big 
handfuls of the delicious clothes that Felicia wore, tearing them from her 
body. He tore and tore and tore again, until the girl was completely naked, 
with only her shoes and a few remnants of cloth about her wrists and ankles 
still clinging to her flesh. 

With one hand and one foot he spread her legs to almost a ninety-degree 
angle, and had Derek not been so crazed he would have noticed that Felicia's 
eyelids were fluttering from the pain. With his free hand Derek pulled open 
his fly, and a moment later his cock was out, ready willing and able to do 
his bidding. 

Derek plunged his body down upon the naked, unconscious girl, and rammed his 
huge throbbing organ into her. As he did so he noticed that Felicia's face 
was slowly beginning to come alive again, flicia was regaining 
consciousness! 

Just then Felicia's eyes opened wide. She took in the situation in an 
instant: she was being raped! Felicia opened her mouth to scream, but 
instantly Derek slammed his own mouth down on top of hers, kissing her, 
tonguing her, doing anything to prevent her from screaming. 

As Derek began to rape her he also started to tongue her mouth to keep her 
from screaming. But suddenly he felt her teeth come down hard on his tongue. 
With a yelp of pain he pulled his head away from hers and saw that she was 
about to scream.... 

"BITCH!" He slapped her hard, and the scream died stillborn. He slapped her 
again, then held one hand down firmly over her mouth, restraining her, 
preventing her from making that scream. 

Felicia had ruined everything, and now she wanted to do even more damage. 
Suddenly Derek realized that hurting her wasn't enough; he wanted to kill 
her. Still pumping his cock within her body and still keeping her mouth 
closed, he reached out with his free hand to seize her by the throat. I 
don't want to do this but I have to, he said. I don't want to do this but I 
have to. I don't have to do this but I want to. I don't want to do this but 
I have to. 

And then his fingers were around her throat and squeezing hard, harder, just 
as hard as her reluctant twat was squeezing his cock. Suddenly Derek 
realized that he was going to cream. What a time for an ORGASM! 

Against his own will he shot his wad, and the excitement was so much that he 
loosened his hold on Felicia's face and neck. Instantly she screamed, and 
her writhing head came up against his own and hit it hard. The two foreheads 
collided with a crack. For one painful moment, Derek didn't exist. Then he 
saw that he was lying on his back and Felicia, naked Felicia, was running 
away from him, running to tell the world all about him! 

He had to kill her! 

Frantically Derek ran after the girl, screaming for her to come back and be 
killed just as loudly as she was screaming for the police. In his blind 
panic Derek slipped on a stone and fell sprawling. 

Then he looked up and saw that Felicia was far away from him by now, running 
towards a group of schoolgirls and several teachers of both sexes. Derek saw 
that he'd been beaten, he had to get out of here. HE HAD TO RUN! 

Frantically, sobbing with grief and excitement, Derek Marcus turned and ran, 
his cock still dangling from his trousers and leaving a trail of drops of 
white liquid every few paces. Derek ran blindly. Where could he go? What 
could he do? 

Ahead of him Derek recognized the gardener's shed. Derek ran towards it and 
shouldered the door. It wouldn't budge, and he remembered he'd ordered Craig 
and Cynthia to bolt it. 

Derek pounded on the door helplessly. In the distance behind him he could 
hear someone shouting "Hey, you!" 

Derek turned to look. A squadron of teachers, male and female, were bearing 
down upon him, followed at a respectful distance by some of the bolder 
schoolgirls. 

One of the male teachers had a gun. 

Derek screamed. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

He'd been up against guns before, and worse things. With a valiant effort 
Derek turned to face the door, remembering that the wood was old and 
probably rotten. He lifted one powerful foot and smashed against the door 
near the handle, breaking a sizable hole in the door. 

Derek's hand was through the hole and drawing the bolt open. Behind him he 
heard a gunshot, and someone shouting "Call the police!" The gun was still 
too far away to do any damage to Derek, and so were the police. But he 
couldn't afford to waste time. 

Derek pushed the door open, nearly falling into the room. Inside he saw the 
four schoolgirls, Jenny and Andrea and Diane and Kathy, gagged and in 
chains. He also saw Cynthia and the ever-sadistic Craig busily engaged in 
tormenting them in a rather ingenious way. If Derek hadn't been in such a 
hurry he would have admired their handiwork. 

But there wasn't time. 

"CRAIG!" he roared. "They're after us! Let's GO!" 

A normal man might not have gotten the full import of those words, or if he 
had gotten it might be too surprised to act upon them. But Craig Bentley, 
along with his partner Derek, was accustomed to taking frequent powders on 
only a moment's notice. Craig dropped the instrument of torture he was 
holding and made a dash for the door. 

In his anger and despair, Derek saw Cynthia as a substitute for the Felicia 
he hated, the girl he wanted to kill. If he couldn't have Felicia then this 
girl would do just as well. 

"Craig!" he shouted again. "Wait a minute! We're taking this girl with us!" 

Cynthia saw what Derek was up to, and as he snatched at her she tried to hit 
him. But he had her firmly by the dress, and as she turned to run from his 
grasp the garment tore, leaving Derek holding an empty dress and a 
frightened Cynthia running across the shed in her bra and panties. 

Craig still had possession of his thought processes, even if Derek didn't. 
With a leap he was on top of the girl, a swift karate chop to her neck 
knocking her temporarily senseless. Still gripping her firmly, Craig 
searched through the suitcase filled with dildos and cattle prods and chains 
and shackles and manacles until he found what he wanted: a pair of 
handcuffs. In a moment he had the steel bands on her slim wrists, and then 
he was pushing her towards the door. "Come on, Derek! Let's hit the road!" 

The two men dashed out of the shed, pushing their screaming, half undressed 
young hostage before them. The bloodthirsty teachers and students were only 
ten feet away now, and both men knew from experience that the police would 
not be far behind. Fortunately, it was a rural area, and there were no city 
police, only county and state ones, and that meant it would take a little 
longer before the cops showed up. And every second would count. 

The onrushing horde of teachers hesitsted for one second as they saw that 
the girl in bra, panties and handcuffs was a hostage, but after that one 
second they pressed forward again. The man with the gun was holding it 
inches from Derek's skull. Why the hell hadn't the guy fired it yet? 

Derek lashed out with both fists at once, one hand decking the man, the 
other making a grab for the pistol. The gun fired once, into the air, as the 
man fell. Then Derek stepped on the man's face, and the gun was his. 

It was the work of a moment to press the gun barrel into the small of 
Cynthia's back, two inches from the strap of her tight white bra. Together 
Derek and Craig carried their hostage through the crowd. None dared resist 
them. Nearby was a car, and they pushed the screaming girl towards it. 

There was no key in the ignition. 

Derek turned to face the crowd. "Who has the keys to this car?" 

No one answered. He dug the revolver deeper into Cynthia's bare flesh, until 
she moaned in pain. "You heard me: who has the keys?" 

There was a brief pause, and then one of the male teachers dug into his 
pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. He tossed it through the air towards 
Derek's face. 

Derek leaned forward and caught the keys with both hands, and then he 
realized what a terrible thing he'd done: in catching the keys, he'd dropped 
the revolver! 

The crowd saw it too, and now they were pressing forward again. Cursing 
himself for his own stupidity, Derek grabbed Cynthia by the tits and pushed 
her into the back seat, pushing Craig in on top of her. As he pushed the key 
into the ignition he saw that the crowd was inches away from the car now. 
Craig had had the sense to slam both doors in the crowd's collective face. 
But now the car was surrounded with screaming people. How could Derek start 
the car and drive out of here if the people wouldn't let them move? 

Hoping against hope, Derek turned the key in the ignition. 

There was a loud bang, and for a moment Derek thought someone had found the 
revolver and shot him. Then he realized that the car's ancient motor had 
backfired. But the crowd, mistaking the bang for a gunshot just like he did, 
had fallen back and out of the way, trying to dodge the bullet. 

A moment later Derek and Craig were roaring down the road, a voluptuous 
handcuffed hostage in the back seat. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

As soon as they were safely away from the grounds of the Academy, Craig 
turned his eyes from their gorgeous, half-naked hostage to confront his 
senior partner Derek. 

"I think you owe me an explanation, pal, " Craig heard himself saying. "What 
the hell happened that we had to leave town so fast and why?" 

Now that the Academy and all the unpleasant thoughts connected with it had 
disappeared into the distance, Derek discovered he could think more clearly 
and rationally. With a sigh he gripped the steering wheel more firmly and 
half-turned to face the angry Craig. "I don't know how it happened, " he 
admitted. "I was talking with Felicia about that orgy we had last night, and 
she said that she was mad that I fooled around with other chicks instead of 
going steady with her. I explained that I ain't a one-girl guy, and she blew 
up. She threatened to go tell every cop from here to Alaska about that 
little orgy of ours, and when I heard that everything went blank. The next 
thing I knew, I was trying to kill her. 

"Oh, Jesus." Craig tried to light a cigarette, found he was too nervous to 
do so, and flung the thing out the car's rear door window. "Very smart, 
Derek. Very fuckin' smart. I've seen dozens of chicks threaten to turn us 
over to the cops, an' you always sweet talked them out of it with a little 
brains and a lot of cock. How come all of a sudden you wanna rack up a 
murder rap?" 

Derek slammed his fist down on the horn button as an outlet for his anger. 
"Damn it, I didn't know what I was doing! I started out trying to strangle 
her, and then a minute later I was raping her. As soon as I shot my wad up 
her twat she knocked me off and went to squeal on me. I grabbed this car, 
grabbed this chick, grabbed you, and here we all are." 

"So, we're here, " Craig cursed under his breath, and finally managed to 
light up a cigarette. "So now what are we supposed to do? We've got the cops 
after us for God knows how many different raps. They've got our names and 
descriptions, and they've got the description and license number of this car 
we stole. And we've also got a hostage we don't know what to do with." 

As Craig said this a car came towards them from the opposite direction. 
Instantly Cynthia had struggled up to a kneeling position and was shouting 
to the people in the other car to help her, to call the police. Craig swore 
viciously and pulled the half-naked girl down again. 'Try that again, bitch. 
Try that a second time and you'll never have a chance to try it a third 
time." 

As he said this Craig looked up at his partner Derek Marcus. For years now 
the two of them had been gallivanting all over the country and most of the 
world, fighting all the men and fucking all the women. They had a new face 
in every port of call, and a new name to go with it. They'd had jobs in 
every profession and citizenships in every nation; whichever one most suited 
there purpose at the time was the one they used. And always Derek had been 
the leader, the man in charge. 

They'd gotten into trouble plenty of times. 

There were hundreds of policemen, criminals and jealous boy friends who 
would shoot them as soon as look at them-not that they were going to get 
much of a chance to do either. And every trap that Craig and Derek had 
fallen into they'd always climbed right back out of with the help of their 
wits, their fists and their cocks. And always Derek had been the man in 
charge, the leader. 

Well, now Craig decided that he was sick of this. The two of them had 
managed to wangle themselves the greatest job on earth: as headmaster and 
his personal assistant in an all-girl school. The fringe benefits on a job 
like that were enormous. And what had Derek done? He'd thrown the job away, 
and the girls that went with it, without even consulting Craig. The more 
Craig thought about it the madder he got. 

Suddenly he said "Pull over, Derek." 

It took a while for the words to register in Derek's numbed consciousness. 
"What did you say, Craig?" 

"You heard me, damn it! Pull over!" 

Derek was a man accustomed to giving orders, not taking them, but there was 
something in Craig's tone of voice that made Derek feel he should do as he 
was told. With a sigh, he twisted the steering wheel violently to bring 
their stolen car off the road and onto the shoulder, and from there into an 
indentation in the cluster of trees that lined the road. From where they 
were now it would be difficult for any passers-by to see them unless they 
knew where to look. 

The two men got out of the car and walked deeper into the woods. Craig had 
Cynthia's shackled arms twisted behind her back, and he pushed the girl 
ahead of him as they walked. 

"Okay, this is far enough, " he said. Craig pushed the miserable girl into a 
clump of dead leaves and leaned against a tree, puffing on his cigarette. 

Derek looked madder than ever. "Okay, " he demanded. "Here we are. Now what 
comes next?" 

"Relax, baby, " came Craig's answer. "I've got one or two little items of 
business I wanna discuss with you." 

Derek snorted. "Is that all? I thought we were going to rape this little 
cunt we got with us." 

"We will, don't worry. But first we're gonna have a little chat." Craig 
flicked his cigarette butt into the distance and turned back to face Derek. 
"Right now we're runnin' from the cops, and it's all your fault. One little 
slip-up by you and that whole big beautiful chance of a lifetime to fuck 
every girl we want went and blew up in our faces." 

Derek didn't like the way Craig was looking at him, and shuddered visibly. 
"Anybody can make a mistake, Craig. We've both done it before. If anything, 
you've fucked up more times than I have." 

Craig Bentley nodded. "Yeah, that's true and we both know it. But I never 
made a mistake half as bad as that one. You lost your temper and you blew 
your cool all at the same time. We're damned lucky we got off that campus 
with our asses on straight. Those people coulda killed us." He paused to 
light another cigarette. "So, Derek, I can't take a chance on something like 
that happening again." 

Derek was breathing unsteadily now. "So that's it, eh? After all those years 
together we split up? Just like that?" 

Craig shook his head. "No, Derek, not just like that. We're not splitting 
up, not yet anyway, because we need each other for at least as long as we 
can get out of this fiasco alive. The only thing is, from now on I'm giving 
the orders. All of them." 

"WHAT?!?" For a moment Derek looked as though he'ckbeen shot and had a heart 
attack at the exact same time. "Don't be an asshole, Craig. You couldn't get 
us out of this jam." 

"Maybe not, pal. But you're the one who got us into it and I figure it's 
time for a new administration." 

Derek sneered. "You're crazy." 

Craig came a step closer. "I'm also six inches and fifty pounds bigger than 
you. Either we both go my way from now on or you don't go anywhere at all. 
I'll kill you right here an' now. So what'll it be?" 

Derek saw that his partner was deadly serious. For one moment he considered 
knocking Craig over the head, grabbing the girl and getting out of here. But 
then he knew that that would be sheer lunacy. With a sigh Derek nodded his 
assent. "You win, Craig. You're the boss from now on." 

Craig nodded too. "Damn right I'm the boss. Now I know we're both in a hurry 
to fuck this little pussy here, but we gotta get outa the state first. We 
should be over the state line in about ten minutes if we break the speed 
limit. So let's get the hell on the road." 

An hour later they were in upstate New York and heading towards New York 
City. They paused only long enough to steal some license plates from an 
abandoned car and put them on their own stolen vehicle. 

Cynthia, meanwhile, had been watching all this in growing fear and 
apprehension. She was not at all enthusiastic about being handcuffed and 
dragged all over the countryside by two desperate men while wearing only a 
bra and panties. She knew that she was in a hell of a lot of trouble, but 
she also knew that there didn't seem to be an awful lot that she could do 
about it. 

"Listen, " she told her captors frantically, "you've got to let me go. 
Having a hostage won't help you much at this point, and if you let me go 
you'll automatically be in less trouble right there." 

Craig snorted in disgust and contempt. "Sure! Let you go to run to the cops. 
No dice, baby. No dice at all." He snorted again. Women! Not half a brain 
among the lot of them. All they were good for was a fuck now and then. He 
could hardly wait for another chance to fuck this one. 

Finally, after many hours of driving, with several stops to siphon gas from 
cars in parking lots, the two men and their helpless prisoner arrived in New 
York City. Craig, who had taken over driving the car shortly after he'd 
taken over command of the operations, pulled the vehicle up outside a 
dingy-looking building on Eighth Avenue, a building prominently labeled "RAP 
STUDIO". 

Craig pushed open the door and went in, not even bothering to knock. He made 
a signal to Derek, and Derek followed him in, dragging the reluctant 
Cynthia, who was still in chains and very little clothing. Quite a few 
bystanders stared at seeing the man drag this beautiful, handcuffed girl who 
wore only her underthings into this building, but the vast majority of the 
onlookers merely kept on walking. Such incidences were quite common in New 
York City, especially on Eighth Avenue. 

As Derek kicked the door shut a man came out from an inner room to see what 
all the noise was. The man had one hand under his jacket, and from the bulge 
that hand made he seemed to be holding something in it, something shaped an 
awful lot like a pistol. Obviously he suspected a raid, or even a robbery. 

When he saw there were two men, neither one armed, he relaxed slightly, but 
didn't pull the hand out from his jacket. "What can I do for you people?" 
The man's eyes bugged slightly when he got a look at Cynthia, but he was not 
so surprised as he might have been. After all, he'd been in this business 
for quite some time, and all kinds of things went through that door. 

Craig walked right up to the man. "I wanna see Rollo. Fast." 

"Rollo ain't here no more, " came the answer. "Rollo ain't nowhere. A little 
business rival decided to put him on a permanent retirement plan." 

Craig cursed. He hadn't expected this. "All right, then who's running the 
place now? Jimmy? Bubba? Rock? Fred?" 

The other man, seeing that he was dealing with someone he could trust, took 
his hand away from the bulge in his coat. "Jimmy ain't here either, " he 
announced. "Retired about the same time Rollo did, never did find him. Fred 
quit the business, an' Rock never will be more than a number-two man. So 
Bubba's runnin' the whole damned show now." 

Craig breathed a sigh of relief. "All right, then. Tell Bubba I want to see 
him pronto." 

"Not so fast, baby. A lotta dudes wanna see Bubba, but he don't always wanna 
see them. So who shall I say is calling?" 

Craig lit a cigarette and flicked the match into a corner. "Bubba doesn't 
know me by name, at least not by the name I'm using now. Tell him that the 
guy who got him all that Chinese pussy is here to see him. Pronto." 

"Well, okay, but Bubba's a busy man. I'll give 'im the message, but I can't 
promise hell see you." 

"He'll see me. Once he finds out who's out here you couldn't keep him away 
from me. Now go tell him." 

The man looked dubious, but went away, presumably to give Bubba the 
indicated message. 

"I don't like this, " Cynthia wailed. 'This place looks like a whore house. 
Let me out of here." 

Derek kicked her. "Shut up, bitch." He turned to face Craig. "Hey, Craig, 
who is this Bubba fellow anyway?" 

Craig didn't answer, but he didn't have to, for a moment later the door 
burst open and a huge black man strutted into the room. The man was covered 
with silk, fur, gold and diamonds from head to toe, and there were even 
diamonds set into several of his teeth. His arms were open wide and his grin 
was even wider. "Mike, baby!" He enthused, looking directly at Craig. 
'"What's happenin', man?" 

Craig grinned as the two of them shook hands. "It ain't Mike anymore, Bubba, 
from now on the name's Craig. Craig Bentley. At least till the cops find out 
about it, and then I'll just change it again." 

"Craig Bentley, huh? Dynamite." The man named Bubba looked his comrade up 
and down. "Brothuh, if I'd bumped into you on the street I woulda never 
known it was you. You used to have red hair, an' I'd swear your nose ain't 
the same shape it used to be." 

Craig grinned wider still. "Neither are my ears." He slapped Bubba on the 
back. "My face changes as fast as my name. Bubba, this is a friend of mine, 
Derek Marcus. Derek, I'd like you to meet Bubba Monroe." 

Bubba's eye had fallen upon Cynthia, who was trying to disappear into the 
woodwork. 'That's just like you, Mike ... I mean, Craig. You walk in here 
with a gorgeous naked chick an' you introduce me to a man." He pushed his 
way closer to Cynthia. "I'd rather be introduced to the fox here." 

Craig shrugged. "Okay, this is Cynthia Rodinas. Big tits, well-trained cunt. 
An' I'm giving her to you. I figure your stable could use a nice new twat to 
brighten up the place." 

Bubba's big jaw dropped. "You GIVIN' her to me? Oh man, it's just what I 
needed? Three of my chicks done caught the clap an' another one's pregnant 
and ain't had time for an abortion yet. You sure your name is Craig an' not 
Santa Claus?" Suddenly Bubba stopped grinning, and a suspicious look came 
over his black face. "Wait a minute, brothuh, I know you, man. You never 
gave away nothin' to nobody. What's the catch?" 

Craig stubbed his cigarette out and tossed it over his shoulder. "No catch 
at all, Bubba. Except...." 

"Aha! I knew it! Here it comes!" Bubba hooked his thumbs into his belt loops 
and looked at Craig. "Okay. What do I gotta do to win the little pussy 
here?" 

While Derek and Cynthia listened Craig explained to Bubba their present 
circumstances: how they'd been forced to leave the girls' Academy, what 
crimes they'd committed en route, and so forth. Finally he made Bubba a 
proposition: in exchange for giving Bubba Cynthia to work in his bordello, 
Bubba would take on Craig and Derek as employees until the heat blew over 
slightly. Bubba knew Craig well, and he could tell what kind of man Derek 
was by looking at him. There were many uses for such men within his 
organization. 

Finally Bubba decided that the bargain was a fair one, and he dispatched one 
of his men to take Craig's and Derek's stolen "car and dump it some place. 
Then he called in two other minions and ordered them to take Cynthia and 
chain her to a bed until he could find a use for her. One of the men winked 
at Bubba, and then both men seized the girl and began to carry her off, 
screaming and struggling. The door closed behind the men and their unwilling 
companion, and then Bubba turned back to Craig and Derek. 

He smiled. "It's gonna be a pleasure havin' you cats work with me. If you'll 
follow me into my private office I think we can arrange a little celebration 
in honour of the occasion." 

The two of them followed Bubba into the next room. There were three beds 
there, and there were also three girls sitting around reading movie 
magazines and talking. One of the girls was a blonde, one was a brunette, 
one was a Puerto Rican, and all three were sexy as hell. 

"Ladies, " Bubba announced as he led the men into his "office", "I'd like 
you to meet two friends of mine: Craig an' Derek. Guys, these three foxes 
here are Honey, Sally and Juanita, an', they're here to entertain us." 

"Swell." Craig came closer to the girls, making his choice and then going 
towards Sally, the redhead. "Well, Derek, what'd I tell you? I've only been 
running this operation for a few hours, an' already the company's paying 
dividends to the stockholders." 

If anyone had passed the door to Bubba's office just then they would have 
heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like three strong men grabbing three 
sexy women and dragging them into three big beds. Which was understandable, 
because that was exactly what was going on. 

Derek had had a lot of white girls lately, but not much else, and he decided 
that variety was the spice of life. In a moment he had Juanita down on one 
of the beds and was pulling off her clothes. 

The third girl was named Honey, and the name was quite appropriate. She had 
honey blonde hair and a cunt that was as sweet as honey. Right now Bubba was 
looking forward to something sweet before he went to bed. 

Craig had Sally down on the bed now, and he was on top of her. She couldn't 
have gotten away even if she'd wanted to. She was naked now, because he'd 
pulled her clothes off. He grabbed her by the legs and spread them, spread 
them wide. Her cunt was there, and it was ready for his red hot dick. In a 
moment his meat was down and inside of her, doing the thing it was supposed 
to do. 

Derek snatched Juanita, the Puerto Rican girl. He pushed up her skirt and 
pulled down her stockings, noticing that she wasn't wearing any panties 
underneath. Then he had her legs spread like a wishbone and was homing in on 
her beautiful Spanish twat. 

Meanwhile, Honey was waiting for Bubba. She'd had the big black man's big 
meat many times, but she wanted more of it. She wanted all there was of it, 
and even then she wanted more. She didn't have to be told what to do, she 
lay down obediently, lifted her skirt and spread her legs. She didn't wear 
any panties either, because when a girl wears panties then it just takes 
that much longer to fuck her, and when it comes to fucking then nobody likes 
to waste time. 

The three cocks were inside the three pussies now, and the three men were 
humping up and down, up and down in syncopated rhythm, like three cylinders 
in a V-8 engine. And as they pumped they could feel their huge rods of meat 
getting more and more swollen every second, bigger and bigger and harder and 
suffer and hotter and more and more excited. 

And now the six bodies were moving as though they were one, as though they 
were one huge throbbing organism that fed upon itself, that lived only to 
give itself pleasure, to feed itself lust. More of it, more of it, there had 
to be more. 

And then the three men were creaming, were shooting their hot wads of cock 
sauce straight into the quivering cunts of the girls beneath them, and 
barely an instant later the three girls were climaxing too, and the six 
groans of pleasure blended together to form a harmonious chord, together the 
six voices blended into a perfect sextet, with a capital sex. 

"More, more!" moaned Derek, ecstatic beyond belief. 

"Change partners!" shouted Craig joyously. "Change lobsters and dance!" 

Like lightning the three men were standing up, and their cocks were 
standingup too, standing erect and at attention, ready willing and able for 
more action. Craig had left Sally and was bearing down on Honey with a 
lecherous look in his eye, while Bubba had drawn a bead on Juanita and Derek 
was going after the seductive Sally. In a moment the three men were with 
their new sparring partners and were ready for Round Two of the Fuck 
Olympics. 

All six participants were highly skilled and experienced in the fine art of 
fucking, and they set down to work very quickly. The men's gigantic cocks 
had shrunk slightly from the triple climax of a moment ago, but already they 
were getting big and hard again. 

And as they could feel their organs getting bigger, they could also feel the 
three beautiful cunts getting tighter and tighter around their organs, 
squeezing them in a death grip. And the tighter the cunts were, the better 
it felt, and the better it felt, the bigger the cocks got, and the bigger 
the cocks got the tighter the cunts got. 

And then all three men were letting loose a triple-barreled powerful barrage 
of cock juice. Their dongers jerked up and down within the warm female flesh 
as seeming gallons of hot white sex-sauce gushered out with irresistible 
force. 

"Oh, brother!" roared Craig. "Oh, mother!" shouted Bubba. "Oh, my papa!" 
yelled an Italian who happened to be passing through the room. The three men 
creamed and creamed again, but they still weren't tired out. In a moment 
they were out of bed and on their feet again, switching beds and bedmates 
once again. They would never be tired of this. Now Bubba had Sally, Derek 
had Honey and Craig was happy to get Juanita. The three girls didn't care 
who was on top of them, just so long as he had a big cock and knew exactly 
what to do with it. And all three men fulfilled those requirements. By now 
the men were so excited that it didn't take long for the next climax, and 
they all creamed in unison. And at the exact same moment as they came, so 
did the three girls, and there is nothing in the world so exciting as a fuck 
when the boy and the girl both get it on at the same instant. 

And this was a triple treat. 

And as the three men shot their simultaneous wads of hot white sex-sauce 
they could feel a triple barrage of vagina-juice coming up to meet them. The 
streams of hot liquid rushed towards each other, met and interlocked. But in 
all three cases it was the man's ejaculation that was the stronger, and each 
of the three women felt the deliciously delightful sensation of having her 
own love-juice forced back down into her body, and that was a sensation so 
satisfying that they creamed all the more. 

Finally it was done, all done, all of it. The three men watched their 
satiated organs dwindle to more human proportions, and crawl back into their 
pants for use at another time. For there would always be another fuck. But 
not now. Later. Later, when they would be better able to appreciate it. 

"Bubba, " Craig groaned at his black friend as he closed his fly, "it's a 
pleasure doin' business with you." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Several days went by, and they were active, exciting days for Craig and 
Derek. Both men were in the employ of Bubba now, laying low until the police 
would give up on them, and making good money while they were at it. It was 
almost like being paid to hide. 

Because Bubba knew Craig so well he was quickly able to determine what sort 
of work both men were suited for. Certainly not a desk job; these were guys 
who always had to be on the go, they never lay down on the job unless it was 
in bed with a woman. 

And what women! Despite the dingy-looking exterior of Bubba's "rap studio", 
it was actually one of the classiest establishments in New York, or anywhere 
else, and all his customers knew it the minute they walked in the doou've 
got what the public wants they'll beat a path to your door Bubba had what 
they wanted, and that was precisely what kept him in fur and diamonds. 

Craig and Derek were not doing so badly either. They did some pimping for 
their new employer, and a little pick-pocketing of the customers so as to 
bring in a few extra profits. (It's easy to pick every pocket in a man's 
pants when he isn't wearing them.) They also ended up doing quite a bit of 
muscle-work when customers discovered the theft and threatened to tell the 
police, but of course those threats were never carried out, because who 
wants the cops to know that he patronizes hookers? Not only that, but Craig 
and Derek were amazed to see how many of the customers were public figures: 
politicians and athletes and even a few priests and rabbis. Naturally such 
men couldn't complain about being robbed in a bordello, unless they wanted 
their careers ruined. 

Another thing that Craig and Derek liked about their new job was the large 
number of fringe benefits. Whenever they had a few minutes to spare or if 
business was slow for a while they would always find time to please one or 
two of the girls, and maybe more than that. After all, sex isn't fattening; 
a man can have as many pussies as he wants. And once in a while they even 
managed to pay an erotic visit to their old friend Cynthia. 

What had happened to Cynthia was this: after she had been dragged down the 
hall, screaming and in chains, she had been brought to a man named Rico, who 
had promptly pulled out a huge key ring containing several hundred keys and 
without hesitation chose the key that would fit her handcuffs. Once she was 
out of them she was stripped completely and chained to a bed, face-up and 
spreadeagled. For a period of three or four days she was fucked almost 
constantly by Bubba and various employees of his. (There were many 
volunteers for the job.) 

But this was not all that had happened: one of Bubba's employees, a fellow 
named Doc, came up to her right after she had been chained down and shot her 
up with a hypodermic needle containing a liquid the characteristics of which 
he kept a deep dark secret. After four days of solid fucking, accompanied by 
injections of this fluid every six hours, Cynthia changed completely. Where 
she had once been a defiant young schoolgirl she was now a submissive, 
passive whore, eager to do the bidding of any man. She was quickly trained 
in the fundamentals of how to give a man his money's worth in the fucking 
department, and after that she was another one of the dozens of girls who 
helped bring in the money that paid for Bubba's fancy outfits. 

The life was an interesting one for both Craig and Derek, but there was 
something missing. It didn't take long for Derek to figure out what that 
missing thing was: for years now he and Craig had been constantly moving, 
and now, with Bubba they were hiding, hiding from the police who were 
looking for two rapists and kidnappers masquerading as teachers in a girls' 
school. It wasn't natural for Derek and Craig to run from danger like that, 
to run and hide from it. Derek decided that now that they'd given the police 
some time to forget about them they should be out on the road once more, 
taking danger-and sex-where they found them. 

This was one thing that displeased Derek. Another one was the fact that 
Craig had wrested him from his seat of power; ever since that confrontation 
in the woods Craig had been the one giving the orders, not Derek. Still 
another thing that he didn't like was the fact that ever since Craig had 
taken over they had had plenty of fucks but relatively little chance to 
fight for them. Derek wanted cunt as much as the next man, but he also 
wanted to fight for it.-He wasn't interested in fucking whores. 

One night, after a full day's work followed by some rather heated fucking, 
Derek decided to broach the subject to Craig. 

"Craig, " he announced out of a clear blue sky, "I'm not too wild about this 
set-up. There's not enough action here. There's plenty of girls, but I've 
fucked every single one of them at least twice and I'd like to see some new 
faces ... with new twats to go with them." 

Craig yanked open a can of beer and took a chug. "So what are you 
suggesting?" he wanted to know. 

"Not much. Only it feels awful to sit here and stagnate when we could be out 
on the open road like we've always been, fuckin' and fightin'. Also I just 
don't feel right working for Bubba." 

Craig took another slug of beer before he spoke. "Watch what you say about 
Bubba, " he said coldly. "He's a damned nice guy to his friends and hell on 
earth to his enemies. You treat him right and hell bend over backwards to do 
the same for you, plus interest. Cross him once and you might as well cut 
your balls off and throw them into the East River before Bubba does it for 
you." 

Derek reached for a second can of beer and started drinking too. "Hell, 
Craig, I've got nothing against Bubba. If anything, I like him more than you 
do. It's just that I don't feel right working for ANY man, whoever he is. 
We've gone everywhere, taking what we wanted, doing as we pleased, and we 
always did it alone. We were our own bosses and we took orders from nobody 
but each other. That was the life for me, and you liked it too. Why can't we 
go back to it?" 

"That's a good question. I'll have to think about it." Craig set his empty 
beer can down on the table and went over to a window, looking out at the 
street below. "That's an awful big road out there." 

Derek was standing beside him. 'The bigger the road is, the more girls well 
find on it." 

Craig grinned boyishly at his companion of so many years and so many 
adventures. "You think so?" 

"I know so." 

Craig went to the door and opened it. "Let's get going, then." 

* * * 

Their farewell to Bubba had been short and sweet. He'd offered them each one 
last crack at one of his girls, one for the road so to speak, but they'd 
declined. Both men had fucked every girl in the place more than once and 
they were getting tired of the same old faces. At the last moment Cynthia 
insisted that she loved both men and wanted to be on the road with them, and 
Bubba, in view of all the money she'd brought him from her many satisfied 
customers, decided that she'd earned it. 

As a parting gesture for the three of them, Bubba arranged for them to be 
presented with three brand new motorcycles, so that they could get to where 
they were going faster. 

"I thought of giving you a Cadillac or a Rolls, old buddy, " he told Craig 
warmly, "but then I realized you ain't millionaires, but just plain folks, 
an' you'd be happier with choppers. Besides, I know you like action, an' 
you'll move around faster on a motorcycle than in a car." 

"My sentiments exactly, " Craig assured him. Then, casting a lecherous look 
at Cynthia, Craig added: "But then again you can't fuck in the back seat of 
a Harley-Davidson." 

They all laughed at this, and then there was one last hearty handshake all 
around, and then the two men and their girl were riding off, out of the city 
and into the world that waited beyond. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

They'd driven clear out of New York City without once looking back, and 
after that they roared on in silence for at least an hour. It was really 
great sitting there and zooming down the road, gripping the hard tumescent 
handlebars that assured them that they were in control, and feeling the hot 
engines vibrate between their legs. The two guys and the girl loved it, and 
already both Derek and Craig were looking forward to their new adventures 
with young Cynthia, the girl who had been taught to do what men told her to 
do, and to like it. 

After a while it was starting to get dark, and Craig suggested that they all 
pull off the road and find someplace to spend the night. Derek announced 
that he knew the perfect place to spend the night: "Inside Cynthia's pants". 

Perhaps at this point it would be prudent to add that, besides the fine 
motorcycles Bubba had given his former employees, he had also provided some 
clothes for Cynthia. These consisted of a tight pullover, a miniskirt, a 
garter belt and stockings and a pair of black leather hip boots. The clothes 
covered her body, but they didn't conceal it, and everything she had was so 
well shown off that Cynthia might as well have walked around naked, which in 
her case wouldn't have been such a bad idea. 

The three motorcycles pulled off the road and into a forest clearing. 
Apparently somebody else had been using this place for a previous campsite, 
because there were the remains of a stone fireplace, and several tent pegs 
still imbedded in the ground marked a rectangular area where a tent had been 
pitched. Inside that area was a strange impression in the grass that looked 
as though two people had spent the night in the same sleeping bag. 

The three of them parked their cycles r against some trees and walked 
around. Derek broke out a six pack of beer that they'd bought in a town 
they'd gone through, and Craig started to light up a reefer made from some 
pot left over from their days with Bubba. In a few minutes the three of them 
were sitting in a circle around the bonfire that Cynthia had started, 
drinking beer and passing around the joint. Craig seemed to recall a 
quotation from somewhere or other: "Smoking pot and drinking beer together 
is like pissing into the wind." He couldn't recall where he'd heard that 
before, or who'd said it, and he knew that he'd probably lie awake half the 
night trying to remember. Craig had a hangup about such things. 

When the reefer was done Derek got up and stretched. "Well, it's still too 
early to go to sleep. What can two men and a girl do to kill a few hours?" 

"Smoke some more beer?" 

"Drink some more pot?" 

"Play some backgammon?" 

"Send out for pizza?" 

"I know; why don't we FUCK?" 

"Now why didn't I think of that?" 

Cynthia was already starting to pull her clothes off, because she knew that 
when there were two guys and only one girl the girl was going to get most of 
the action, and Cynthia loved to be the life of the party. 

"Wait a minute, " Derek said, although he was in just as much of a hurry to 
start fucking as the others were. "It's gonna feel funny having one guy 
screw her while the other guy stands around waiting his turn. What we need 
is continuous action for all three of us." 

"Well get it, " Craig assured him. "Haven't you ever heard of double entry?" 
Derek merely stared at him. "A girl's got TWO holes between her legs, you 
know. At least they did this morning." 

Derek almost fainted. Of course! He'd fucked girls lots of times, and when 
he'd gotten tired of their twats and their tits and their mouths he'd gone 
up their asses. But it had never even occurred to him that a girl could be 
fucked up the cunt and the ass at the same time, and service two men at 
once. Well, you learn something every day. 

Cynthia was naked now, and the flickering flames of the bonfire made 
interesting shadows dance across her mountainous white tits and the darker 
space between her legs. Even though Cynthia was naked she stood proud and 
erect; she knew that she was desirable to men and she was glad of it. 

And now both the big muscular men were rushing straight towards her in 
opposite directions, and both of them had their hard cocks sticking out like 
twin lances waiting to violate her flesh. Both men crashed into Cynthia at 
once, knocking all the wind out of her and rendering her completely 
helpless. She felt herself being lifted into the air by strong, muscular 
hands, and she realized that the two men had complete control over her, she 
would have to do whatever they wanted her to. Suddenly Cynthia knew how 
pleasant it was to submit to a man, to have him decide what had to be done 
and make her do it, to not have to make any decisions, to have someone else 
to command her and control her and dominate her. 

Cynthia felt now that submission to men was so nice and so wonderful that 
she couldn't even begin to understand why she'd resisted these men before. 
She had hated it when they'd torn her clothes off, handcuffed her and 
dragged her off screaming to sell her twat in a whore house. Thinking about 
it in retrospect, Cynthia decided that that was exactly the sort of 
domination she wanted and needed and longed for and deserved. 

Now both men were holding her up in the air, and the sight of her naked legs 
dangling down, and the still more interesting sight of the two cavities in 
the flesh between those legs excited the men to such a degree that their 
cocks got bigger and harder, until both organs were rising straight up into 
the air like ground-to-air missiles waiting to take off. They were 
perpendicular dicks now, and they were pointing straight up at Cynthia's 
crotch. 

And then suddenly Cynthia was being rammed downwards, and she screamed with 
pleasure as she felt two massive columns of flesh slide into her 
simultaneously. Oh, this was great, this was what she needed, this was what 
she wanted, this was what she deserved. She was a woman, and it was her duty 
to be fucked, her obligation and her purpose in life to submit to any man 
who craved her flesh and wanted to possess it. 

And now she was sliding down farther and farther, and the pair of cocks were 
going into her deeper and deeper, skewering her flesh and holding her a 
prisoner of their carnal lust. Finally she was on the twin pillars as far as 
she would go, and then she was being yanked upwards again, and then down, 
and then up and then down. When two men fuck the same girl at once, this is 
the way to start pumping. 

Cynthia felt as though she were not merely being fucked, but being whirled 
off into a strange new universe of erotic delight. The dying bonfire sent 
fluttering rays of light into her face, and in the twisting flames she could 
see everything she had ever hoped to experience, every possible sensual and 
sexual thrill known to man or woman. 

The flames from the fire, coupled with the friction of those gigantic cocks 
that she was sliding up and down on, were really getting Cynthia hot now. 
All of a sudden she realized that she was going to cream right then and 
there, that she was actually going to have an orgasm in midair! 

And then her torso began to expand and contract, and then suddenly Cynthia 
was creaming, sending out waves of hot vagina-juice, and as she did so she 
could feel two hot floods of semen shooting into her, mingling within her 
insides and forcing her to cream even more, to send out her own love-juice 
to make room for that which was being forced into her. Oh God! Oh God! 

And then Cynthia felt herself being lifted up and off the cocks completely, 
being lifted up and turned around in midair. And then she was coming back 
down again, only this time the cock that was forcing its way up her ass was 
the one that had been in her cunt, and vice versa. And then she was being 
pumped up and down again, and she was delighted to discover that despite the 
triple orgasm neither cock had dwindled an inch; they were still hot and 
heavy and ready for action. 

Cynthia was creaming again now, and she never would have believed that such 
ecstasy was possible, that even so exciting as a fuck could be this 
delicious. And as she creamed again and felt the men creaming into her 
again, filling her body and her soul with a warm glow that she never would 
have obtained any other way. Fuck was the only way. Fuck was the only way. 

And as Cynthia was at last let down and allowed to lie naked on the grass 
the thought struck her that she hadn't known which man had fucked her up the 
ass first and in the cunt second or vice versa. But it didn't matter. 
Because all cocks were the same to her, and all were big and hard. She had 
to have them all, every single inch of cock on the planet, every man's and 
every boy's. She wanted them all. She needed them all. And not even that 
would be enough. 

There would never be enough. 

At last Cynthia turned over and went to sleep, and she slept in the arms of 
two strong men. The last thing she thought before she drifted off to sleep 
was the fact that even now the men were holding her, were embracing her, 
were controlling her. She wanted to be controlled like that. She wanted to 
be made to submit to them in every way. 

The next morning they got up early and hit the road again. The three of them 
wanted to get as far away from New York as possible in the shortest possible 
time, so that the new adventures that lay ahead for them would be found as 
quickly as possible. And whatever they found they knew that they would be 
ready for it, they knew that they could handle it. 

After several hours of riding they stopped at a roadside filling station to 
get some gas. As the gas jockey rushed to fuel their tanks Craig looked 
around to see where they were. Loud music was emanating from the other side 
of the road, and when he looked over there he saw a building that was midway 
between a bar and a discotheque, with a dash of pub thrown in. Outside the 
place were a line of motorcycles, and suddenly Craig knew that here they 
would find some excitement. 

As the three of them moved their motorcycles away from the filling station 
and towards the bar it occurred to Craig that the large number of 
motorcycles outside the place might mean it was a gay bar. But as they came 
closer he heard voices laughing and shouting under the loud jukebox music, 
and at least half of those voices were female. Reassured, Craig pressed on, 
with Derek and Cynthia in tow. 

They went into the place, and no one seemed to notice the new arrivals 
because they were all so busy having fun. The bar was completely packed with 
teenagers and young adults of both sexes, all dancing and drinking and 
singing and laughing and cursing and goosing and having a good time. A good 
many of these people were in motorcycle gear, and quite a few others seemed 
to be hippies, with an occasional flower child or earth mother thrown in for 
good measure. Craig was glad that he'd come here, and he knew that in this 
immense crowd of young hip men and women were some people who would be able 
and eager to give him a good time and a few kicks. 

The place was so crowded that there didn't seem to be a square inch of space 
where Craig and his friends could stand, sit or lie. So they had to keep 
moving, to keep circulating through the mass of flesh until they could find 
a place to stop and get their bearings. Craig wanted to work his way over to 
the bar and get a drink and maybe meet a chick, but the population was 
densest all up and down the counter of the bar. Obviously a couple of dozen 
other people had had the exact same idea he had. 

There seemed to be the most space, or rather the least lack of space, in the 
corners of the room, and Craig decided to edge over to any one of the 
corners. One corner looked particularly interesting, because there was a 
blue-gray cloud of smoke drifting up from it that could have only been made 
by reefers. 

Craig had some pot of his own left, but he wanted to make it last for a 
while. He signaled to Derek and Cynthia to follow him and he started to 
muscle his way across the room to the cloud of reefer smoke. After a few 
seconds of effort Derek managed to fall into place beside him, and from then 
on the progress was easier, but still very difficult. Altogether it took 
them about ten minutes to get across the room. 

As Craig got closer he saw that the group in the corner seemed to be made up 
of three people: two gorgeous young chicks about Cynthia's age and a 
slightly older, but still quite young, man. The young man looked even more 
like a hippy than most of the other people in this room, which was saying 
quite a lot. 

What really caught Craig's attention though was not the guy but the two 
girls who were with him. One girl was built like a goddess, and she had a 
look on her face that was at once both submissive and defiant, like an apple 
that tasted sweet but had a tart tanginess to it as well. This was a girl 
that Craig wanted to get to know better. 

And the other one was even more interesting. This second chick had nice legs 
and wide, firm hips and a beautiful ass and a face that just pleaded to be 
made love to, but what really intrigued Craig was her chest. The girl had 
the usual number of tits, and both were gigantic, but one was even bigger 
than the other! This gave the girl a kind of kinky look that interested 
Craig immensely. He recalled that some guys got off on deformed girls and 
amputees, and he'd never gone in for that kind of thing himself, but somehow 
he liked the feeling of doing it with a girl who had mismatched knockers. It 
would be a unique experience, and hopefully a pleasurable one too. 

As Craig and his two friends came closer the male hippie passed his reefer 
to the girl with the tits, looked up at Craig and nodded. "Hey, baby. Que 
sabe?" 

Before Craig could think of an answer to that he felt himself being moved 
aside as Cynthia pushed through to get in front of Craig and Derek and get a 
look at these three people. He stepped aside to let Cynthia through. 

Cynthia screamed, and for a moment Craig thought she'd been stabbed. All the 
people here were so drunk or stoned or laid back that none of them had even 
looked up when she'd screamed, but at the same time as Cynthia yelled the 
two new girls were acting funny too. And then the three of them were all 
shouting at each other at once. 

"Alice!" 

"Cynthia!" 

"Marilyn!" 

It took a little while for Craig to understand what was going on, and 
finally Cynthia and the other girls had to explain it to him. Apparently 
these two chicks had been students at the Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for 
Advanced Young Ladies, just as Cynthia had, and that they were the two 
schoolgirls Felicia had mentioned who had disappeared on the same night as 
that mysterious gardener, Roger Masterson. So then this hippie they were 
with must be the Roger that Felicia had praised so highly. 

Deciding to impress them all, Craig turned towards the young man with the 
pot and said: "You must be Roger Masterson. I've heard a lot about you." 

Upon hearing this the hippie laughed so hard he almost dropped dead on the 
spot, and the two girls, Alice and Marilyn, had to explain to Craig and 
Derek that this was not Roger Masterson but a hippie named Turtle, a very 
good friend of theirs. 

Eventually Cynthia and her two friends got the whole story: Alice and 
Marilyn, along with their friend Roger, had been key figures in the sex 
scandal that had rocked the Academy. (Cynthia had done her bit too.) After 
an all-night orgy of sadomasochism that had left two people injured badly 
the two girls and this mysterious Roger Masterson had decided to hit the 
road, and for a couple of months now they'd been bumming around with this 
fellow Turtle. Apparently Roger had decided to strike out on his own several 
days after he met Turtle, because he and his motorcycle had disappeared one 
day and he'd never come back. 

The two girls finished their narrative, then asked Cynthia to explain how 
she'd gotten here. They seemed to think it was very funny that the 
straiWaced Gladys M. Forsythe Academy had hired a headmaster who had fucked 
his way across the campus, raping schoolgirls right and left. And when 
Cynthia told of how Derek had raped Felicia and then both men had stripped 
Cynthia, abducted her and dragged her off to a whore house to sell her cunt, 
Alice and Marilyn were both rolling on the floor laughing. 

Derek and Craig still didn't know which chick was which, but they soon found 
out that Alice was the saucy one and Marilyn the titty one. And they made a 
very interesting pair. 

The guy named Turtle looked up from lighting a fresh reefer and addressed 
all three of the newcomers. "Hey, cats, yuh wanna know a secret? I been 
ridin' around with both these chicks an' they're both somethin' else, but I 
been lookin' for some new cunt, and it looks like Cynthia here came along in 
the fuckin' nick of time." He winked at both men. "An' I guess its kind of a 
drag for two guys to be ridin' around with only one twat between 'em, huh? 
Well, I got two new girls for you an' you got one new girl for me, an' maybe 
we can kinda. pool our resources." He took a heavy toke on his reefer, 
leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. 

Craig was interested and intrigued by the idea, and these two girls Alice 
and Marilyn would make a welcome addition to their little band. So would 
Turtle, for that matter. But at the same time Craig couldn't help wondering 
exactly what kind of a guy this Turtle dude was. He was acting very 
strangely, even for a hippy who was stoned. 

The two girls and their friend Turtle managed to make some room at their 
table for three newcomers, and after a lot of shouting and making 
threatening gestures at the bartender a waitress was dispatched to take 
their orders. They all wanted beer, which was fine because beer and wine 
were the only things this place had ever served. Once, a couple of years 
ago, a guy had come in asking for a banana daiquiri and they'd thrown him 
out, yelling that this place didn't cater to fairies. 

After a long wait the six of them managed to get their beers. Derek started 
to pay for them but the waitress stopped him, saying that some of the other 
customers here were Hell's Angels and they were throwing a birthday party 
for one of their fraternal brothers. Apparently it didn't matter who walked 
in and bought something; the Hell's Angels were footing the bill. 

Derek shrugged. "In that case bring me some Beluga caviar and a glass of 
white wine." 

After the waitress had disappeared the three girls began to exchange tales 
of what they'd gone through, and to fill in the men on exactly who everybody 
was. longer the 

Craig had only known these three people for about fifteen minutes or so, but 
the longer they were together the more he seemed to like them. He decided 
that it would be well worth his while to take Turtle up on his generous 
offer, at least for a few days so he could see how it would turn out. But 
Craig had an idea that it would turn out just fine. 

The six of them finished their beers and their reefers and got up, wading 
through the mass of human flesh towards the door that seemed to be at least 
a mile away. Craig noticed that more and more of the men and girls had 
stopped drinking and smoking and dancing and had settled down to good 
old-fashioned fucking. This made it better to get across the room, because 
now most of the crowd was horizontal rather than vertical, but even so it 
was rough going because they had to be careful not to step on any of the 
bodies. And some of those bodies, particularly the female ones, looked very 
interesting indeed. Craig would have liked to hang around for a while and 
help himself to some of the refreshments, but now that he had met Alice and 
Marilyn he wanted to get to know them better. 

Casting one last fond backward look at the dozens of young girls who were 
writhing and moaning with pleasure beneath their male companions Craig 
sighed and turned away, assuring himself that there would always be another 
girl somewhere. 

And when he found her he would be ready for her. 

Craig followed Derek and Turtle and the girls out to the parking lot. There 
it developed that Turtle and Marilyn and Alice's mode of transportation was 
a red Volkswagen bus, but the rack on top would hold three motorcycles 
safely and there was more than enough room inside for six people. 
"Especially, " as Turtle put it slyly, "when three of them are on top of the 
other three." 

Scrambling up the side of the bus like an acrobat, Turtle ascended to the 
top and asked Craig and Derek to pass him up their motorcycles and 
Cynthia's, one at a time. "And send up some cunt while you're at it." It 
appeared that all this fellow Turtle ever thought about was sex. Oh well, 
how much else was there to think about? 

Derek and Craig passed the three choppers up one at a time and Turtle lashed 
them to the roof securely. Then he leaped back down again and climbed into 
the bus's driver's seat. "You sit up front here with me, Cynthia, " he 
called out. "The others can get in the back and ... get to know one another 
better." 

They didn't have to be asked twice. Alice threw open the bus's rear door and 
scrambled in, giving Craig and Derek an excellent view of her ass. And a 
very pretty little thing it was, too. The two men leaped in after her and 
Marilyn was not far behind, closing the door as she got in. 

A moment later Turtle turned the key in the ignition and they were riding 
off down the road. 

Craig turned towards Alice. "Spread your legs." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Alice smiled at him "So you want my cunt, do you?" she asked. 

"Yes, " the big man told her. "I want your cunt. I want your tits. I want 
your ass. I want your whole damn body. Give it to me." 

The girl paused, flirting with him, playing with him. "Well ... if you're 
sure you really WANT it." 

Craig didn't even bother to answer that. He knew that actions speak louder 
than words, so it was time for action. He grabbed Alice, who was sitting 
down, and pushed her into a prone position, straddling her with his thighs. 

In a moment he was yanking her blouse up over her head to reveal her firm, 
enticing young breasts. He wanted those breasts, but first he wanted the 
pussy. The pussy was what came first. Some guys were ass freaks, or tit 
freaks, and Craig could dig those trips, but what he really wanted was 
pussypussypussy. 

Now Craig dug his strong, feverish hands into the waistband of Alice's 
miniskirt, ready to yank it down to her knees and even farther. The feeling 
of her hot flesh against his knuckles excited him, and he could feel his 
cock coming to life inside his trousers. His cock could smell pussy a mile 
off, and it was always hungry. Well, soon it would be feeding time. 

With a roar of savage lust Craig gripped the frail miniskirt and tore it 
down Alice's legs and off her body completely, flinging it into a far corner 
of the bus. She had on black pantyhose underneath, but no panties, and he 
yanked these down to her calves. Then he grabbed her by the ankles and 
spread her legs wide, spreading them until he could see that big beautiful 
cunt shining up at him. He gave another full-throated howl of savage lust 
and plunged down on top of her, burying his meat deep within her flesh. 

When Craig had first met Alice he had noticed that she seemed to be sweet 
and tart at the same time, like a lemonade without enough sugar. Now he 
discovered that her cunt was exactly the same way; it was sweet and warm and 
delicious but at the same time it was bitingly sharp, filling his whole body 
with a wave of pain. But it was a good pain, a pain he liked, and the pain 
and the warm feeling mixed together inside Craig to give him a sensation 
totally unlike anything he'd ever had before. But then, this girl was 
totally unlike anything he'd ever had before. And Craig liked that. He 
wanted different kinds of girls, it made his life much more interesting. 

Derek, meanwhile, had not hesitated to forcibly divest Marilyn of her 
clothing and give her what she wanted: his rock-hard meat up her nice big 
twat. And from the front seat came slurping noises that sounded suspiciously 
as though Cynthia were on her knees giving Turtle a blow-job. Well, just so 
long as he kept his eye on the road it was okay. It would be quite a thing 
though if he creamed so hard that the steering wheel slipped and the bus 
went off the road and over a cliff and the state troopers found six dead 
bodies all busy fucking. Well, too much sex could be fatal for anyone, 
especially if they were driving a Volkswagen bus at the same time. 

Craig was pumping now, going up and down inside this Alice girl, and that 
indescribably sweet-sour feeling was getting sweeter and sourer at the same 
time, until Craig thought he would be torn apart from this fantastically 
wide range of sensations that were banging around inside of him. Somehow the 
sweet and the sour blended together perfectly, and the result was a truly 
unique fuck .The action continued hot and heavy, and getting bigger and 
better with every passing second. This was going to be the orgasm of all 
time, Craig promised himself. From here on in he might fuck all day for the 
rest of his life but he would never have a fuck like this. This would be a 
fuck to remember, a fuck to tell his grandchildren about, a fuck to put into 
the Guinness Book of Records. 

And then he was creaming, sending his hot sticky wad into its natural 
habitat, and Craig swore that he had never creamed so much or so hard in all 
his life. Oh, this was good, this was good, this was great.... 

And a moment after that Alice was creaming too, and it felt even better to 
have that warm stream of girl-come splashing up against the sides of his 
cock, and that feeling made his cock get even bigger and made Craig come 
even harder. This was it, man. 

Craig fell back, groaning and gasping. While he'd been fucking he'd felt a 
delicious warmth and a big hurt all the time, and now both feelings were 
even greater than ever, and they mixed so well that he creamed again, just 
from lying there on the floor of the bus. THAT had never happened! Never 
before had Craig met a girl who was so damned good that he'd kept on 
creaming even after he finished fucking! Glory hallelujah! 

But Craig had no time to rest from his labors, for a moment later someone 
was tapping his shoulder: Marilyn. "May I have this dance?" she inquired, 
and for the first time in his life Craig found himself getting down to 
business with a girl and wondering if he'd be able to perform. Well, he 
would have to somehow or other. He would just have to. 

And then Derek had snatched Alice and was dragging her caveman-style to 
another end of the bus, and Craig had Marilyn all to himself. He was so 
dazed from that fantastafuck he'd just had with Alice that for a moment 
Craig actually couldn't remember what he was supposed to do. 

But Marilyn took care of that for him. She had her legs spread wide and her 
arms around him, and she was pulling Craig closer to herself. Even though 
Craig was still woozy from his previous engagement his cock seemed to know 
exactly what to do, for it was soon boring its way into Marilyn's cockpit. 
Craig's dong was so well-trained and experienced that he could have fucked 
in his sleep if he wanted to, but he didn't want to because then he would 
miss all the fun. 

Craig had been sure that after that tremendous fuck he'd just had with Alice 
the rest of his sex life would be downhill all the way. But he quickly 
discovered to his delight that this was not true at all, indeed Marilyn's 
twat had a flavor all its own that was in some ways even better than Alice 
had been, although Craig would never have thought that possible a minute 
ago. 

As a matter-of-fact Marilyn's prissy was so good that Craig got the idea 
that from now on his sex life would be UPHILL all the way, that every 
succeeding fuck would be even bigger and better than the last. But Craig 
didn't have time to think about other fucks right now; he liked to take his 
women one at a time and one right after the other. And right now the one he 
was giving his undivided attention to was Marilyn. 

For the first time Craig had a chance to see those delicious mysterious tits 
of hers naked and bare. They were both huge, but the left one was noticeably 
bigger than the other. This added an element of spice to the sexplay, 
because those two mismatched mammaries were an ever-present reminder that 
Marilyn was truly an unusual woman. 

But Craig was finding that out for himself. With every thrust of his organ 
he was finding that out. 

It was really amazing, he told himself, how fantastically unimaginably 
satisfying this was. He'd expected Marilyn to be dullsville compared to 
Alice, but Craig was delighted to see that she was just as good and in some 
ways better. And with every stroke of his dong she got even better still. 

And then Craig and Marilyn were suddenly creaming at the exact same instant, 
and never in his life had Craig felt or even hoped to feel anything so good, 
so great, so totally utterly WOW as this fuck was. Suddenly Craig felt as 
though he were falling, tumbling down the long twat-tunnel between Marilyn's 
legs, falling deep down into an ocean of lust. And then he was drowning in 
it, drowning in it. 

If any of the passengers in the cars that were driving past the red VW 
minibus had happened to glance at it as they went by, they would have 
mistaken it as just another vehicle going from nowhere to nowhere. They 
would never have suspected, unless they had fantastically dirty minds, that 
the minibus was actually the location of a truly amazing mobile orgy, a 
bacchanalian revel with four-wheel drive. 

Of course, if the passing motorists had noticed how the entire chassis was 
bouncing around on the suspension system, they would have known right off 
the bat that there was a lot of activity going on inside there. 

* * * 

Next morning found the six happy wanderers parked at the foot of a cliff. 
Derek was the first to get up, and he started to gather firewood so they 
could cook some breakfast. After the first flames had started to lick at the 
kindling Derek saw the door to the Volkswagen open, and a moment later 
Cynthia had stepped out and was walking towards him. 

She brushed her hair back with one hand and waved with the other. "Hi." 

Derek grunted an answer, and then turned his full attention towards making 
the fire bigger. He'd felt oddly about Cynthia ever since he'd abducted her 
from the Academy; he wanted to tear her apart with his hands and his cock 
and yet at the same time he felt responsible for what had happened to her 
and felt that he had to protect her in some way. He felt like raping her and 
shielding her all at the same time. 

Cynthia was coming closer now, and as she did so Derek could detect an 
unusual odour. He couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was definitely 
female and he was sure that he liked it. As Cynthia approached him he could 
see her long hair dangling over her breasts in an intriguing way. 

Cynthia was starting to say something, and Derek had to prick up his ears to 
make it out. 

"You used to be such a big man, " she was telling him. 

"Say what?" Derek couldn't quite get the drift of what she was saying. 

"When I first met you and Craig you were the one in charge, the guy who gave 
the orders. I liked that. You're the kind of guy who should be in charge in 
every situation, calling all the shots, and I like a man who's like that. 
But after you and Craig dragged me out of the Academy without any clothes on 
you changed completely. Craig walks right up to you and says that he's 
giving the orders from now on, and you accept it. Just like that. If you had 
a tail, you would have put it between your legs." 

Derek didn't like the way she was talking. "I was under a lot of stress just 
then, " he explained hastily, and he could feel the stress coming back to 
him as he spoke. "I'd just raped Felicia, and I'd almost murdered her. 

Some guy came damned close to shooting me, and the cops were right on my 
tail. When Craig said what he said I wasn't in any mood to argue." 

Cynthia cursed, and then spat into the fire. "Don't give me that shit. 
There's only one guy who can be head of this group, and I want it to be you. 
I'd rather take orders from you then from that shithead Craig any day of the 
week." 

Derek shrugged. "All right. So what do you want me to do about it, then?" 

She leaned forward and kissed him on the ear lobe. "I want you to show him 
who's boss. And don't hesitate to use force. I like a man who knows how to 
fight. And I like you." 

Derek was just about to take her into his arms, to pin her down to the 
ground and violate her when the door of the minibus opened again and Turtle 
stepped out. 

He started yawning and stretching, making a big act out of pretending to be 
more tired than he was. Winking at Derek and Cynthia, he said: "Hey, folks, 
don't let little old me interrupt anything. Carry on. Just make like I ain't 
here." 

Derek would have been glad to do that, but right now he really wanted to be 
alone with Cynthia. Normally he could fuck all day in Macy's window and not 
give a damn who watched, but for some reason right now he didn't care to 
have an audience for his amorous activities. 

Turtle was circling around the fire and gazing dreamily at a field of grain 
in the distance. "Oh man, just look at that wheatfield. That's beautiful, 
baby, that really is. I fucked eight chicks in a wheatfield like that once." 

Derek was getting annoyed. "That's not wheat, that's rye." 

"Who cares?" 

Derek was about to suggest to Turtle that he go into the woods and hunt for 
arrowheads or something, so that he and Cynthia could do a little exploring 
on their own account, when all of a sudden Craig and the other two girls 
came out of the Volkswagen bus and were joining them around the fire. 

Cynthia whispered hoarsely into Derek's ear. "Now's the time, darling. Tell 
him. Right here and now." 

"Here?" Derek was a little surprised. "In front of everybody?" 

Cynthia laughed softly. "Of course. It's the best way to do it." She kissed 
him again, on the corner of the mouth, and Derek thought that he could 
detect a hint of her tongue on his lips, a promise of greater delights to 
come. "I love you, darling, " she murmured hotly. 

"Prove that you love me. Prove it now." 

Derek had no answer for that. He knew that, even though man is the master 
and woman the servant, there are certain times when any man must do what his 
woman wants him to. Slowly Derek got up slowly and started to walk around 
the circumference of the fire, getting closer to Craig, who was sitting on a 
log with one arm each around Marilyn and Alice. 

"Hey, Craig, " Derek said, quietly but firmly. "Get up. I've gotta talk to 
you." 

Craig yanked open a can of beer and took a hard swig. "Whaddya want?" Craig 
had a cold beer in his hands and two hot women in his arms and he didn't 
feel like putting down any of them to talk to Derek. 

Derek came a step closer, and the heels of his boots were well into Craig's 
field of vision. "Damn it, I told you to get up!" 

Craig sighed, put down the beer and reached for the girls. "Derek, my boy, I 
seem to recall a little conversation we had to the effect that from now on 
I'm the head of this operation." 

Derek lit a cigarette and stuffed it between his lips. "That's exactly what 
I want to talk to you about ... pal." 

Slowly it dawned upon Craig what Derek was talking about. "Oh, shit. Here it 
comes. I'd expected it but not this early." He pushed the beer can out of 
his way with one foot. "Sorry, chicks. Uncle Craig will be back in a minute. 
This won't take long." He stood up and confronted his partner Derek. "Okay, 
here we are. Now what can I do for you?" 

Derek yanked the cigarette out of his mouth to allow a cloud of smoke to 
escape, then put the cigarette back in the place from whence it came. "I'll 
tell you what you can do for me. You can forget your damned fool crazy 
notion that you're the one that's running this shebang, because you're not. 
I am. I always was and I always will be. Is that clear?" 

Craig was showing little trace of emotion. "Not as clear as it might be, " 
he said at last. 

The knuckles of Derek's right hand were beginning to tingle and itch, and he 
recognized this as a sign that he'd be swinging into action soon. "All 
right, then, Craigy, " he said with almost agonizing slowness, "if it's not 
clear I guess I'll have to make it clear." 

His right hand turned into a fist, and his fist flicked out like a lizard's 
tongue and back down again, so quickly that it almost hadn't happened at 
all. But it had happened, because Craig was sprawled out in the dirt. 

But the big blonde man was up again an instant later, and his powerful left 
was zooming in on Derek's face. Suddenly Craig Bentley yelped in pain as his 
bare white knuckles collided with the lit end of Derek's cigarette, and 
Derek shouted too as he found a shower of tobacco, shredded paper and sparks 
flying into his face. 

And then both men were grappling in the dust, writhing and twisting on the 
ground in a frenzy of madness. Derek knew that he had to win this fight, he 
had to emerge the victor. If he won it, then he could claim Cynthia as his 
prize, and possibly the other girls too. If he lost it, then there was 
nothing. 

Turtle was screaming at both of them to hey man like you know cool it dig 
but they weren't listening to him, or to anything other than the groans of 
pain as their hard fists dug into each other's flesh. 

Now that the element of surprise was over and done with, Derek no longer had 
the advantage in this fight, and both combatants knew it. Craig was a much 
bigger man, much taller and much more muscular, and he was a couple of years 
younger than his antagonist was. Those few inches and pounds and years made 
a big difference. Derek was a good fighter, but Craig was a better one, and 
soon Derek was finding himself being painted all over the landscape. 

Meanwhile Cynthia, needless to say, was having the time of her fucking young 
life. There is nothing a gorgeous chick likes more than to have two big 
strong brawny men fighting over her, fighting to see which one gets to be 
over her. 

The other girls were screaming and yelling at them, begging them to stop, 
but neither of the two adversaries was paying attention. For a moment the 
tide of battle was turned slightly when Derek shot a deft kick to Craig's 
crotch and Craig slid backwards, knocking over the logs in the fire. He 
screamed from the sudden blast of heat, and then he was leaping up and 
bearing back down upon Derek again. 

But Derek had taken advantage of the brief respite to snatch up the log 
which Craig had been sitting on a few minutes ago, and now he was swinging 
it right and left, holding his huge blonde adversary at bay. Craig ducked 
and kicked and lashed out with both fists, but he couldn't avoid that log, 
and every time he hit the log rather than Derek the battle was just that 
much more in Derek's favor. 

After several minutes of this a particularly well-landed blow by Derek 
brought Craig to his knees, and then flat on his back. This was exactly the 
moment that Derek had been waiting for. With every ounce of strength in his 
body he hurled his log straight into Craig's face, and then dived down on 
top of him to deliver the death blow. 

But this was also what Craig had been waiting for. As soon as he saw Derek 
let go of that log his hands shot up to snatch it in midair, and when he saw 
Derek hurtling down on top of him he brought the log up hard at the exact 
center of Derek's moustache. 

Then Derek was lying face up and Craig was straddling his body, pounding him 
again and again with the log. There was absolutely no question now as to 
which man would emerge from this fight the victor, and Cynthia began to 
wonder if she'd done the right thing by provoking Derek to rebel. 

But then there was a bloodcurdling shout from somewhere, and a human body 
was flying through the air and bowling Craig over: Turtle! The long-haired 
youth had decided that the battle had gone far enough, and he had stopped it 
in the only way he knew how. 

Both Craig and Derek were so surprised at this sudden onslaught from so 
unexpected a source that neither one of them even thought of getting up to 
resume the fight. They merely half-sat half-lay on the ground, looking up at 
Turtle in wonder and surprise. 

"Hey, man, " Turtle was saying to both of them, "you cats have got this 
whole trip all wrong. You ain't supposed to fight, man, you ain't supposed 
to make war. You gotta make love." He had an arm around Marilyn, and he 
turned away to kiss her briefly before he finished what he was saying. "You 
guys are what's wrong wit' this world, man. Everybody fightin' an' nobody 
lovin'. Just fuck that trip, man. Why can't we all be friends from here on 
in?" 

There was no reply from either of the-two gladiators. Then slowly, 
haltingly, Derek was struggling to his feet, was staggering towards the 
bewildered Craig. No more than half aware of what he was doing, Derek 
extended a battered hand to his erstwhile opponent. "Shake, pal." 

Their eyes met in a look of pure hatred, and then suddenly it all fell away 
as they remembered all the years they'd been together, the two of them with 
their backs against the wall taking on the whole world at once and then 
some. Craig and Derek had been together far too long to start hating each 
other now. They shook hands, and all those present could tell that the 
gesture was a genuine one. 

Turtle was looking on in approval, one arm each around two of the girls. 
"That's good, man, real good. You gotta love, not hate. Now why don't we 
kinda put that in writing with a sort o' free-for-all fuck?" 

Now that was the best idea he'd heard in a long time, Derek decided. He'd 
wanted Cynthia's body, that's why he'd battled Craig, and because he'd 
fought hard and fought long he was sure he'd earned his reward. Slowly, 
almost sheepishly, Derek picked his way through the ashes of the dying 
bonfire to confront the young girl. "Well, Cynthia, you heard what the man 
said...." 

She turned away. "Don't speak to me. Don't even look at me." And then she 
was embracing one of Turtle's arms with both of her own. Turtle and the 
three girls, followed by Craig at a slight distance, walked back into the 
Volkswagen minibus, and after a slight pause the door slammed shut behind 
them. Derek knew that he was expected to join them, but somehow he just 
didn't want to, he just couldn't bring himself to. 

Derek cursed. That bitch Cynthia! For her sake he'd taken on his best friend 
Craig, and gotten the shit kicked out of him while he was at it. For her 
sake and for hers alone, and what did she do in return? "Don't speak to me. 
Don't even look at me." Damn! 

From the depths of the minibus Derek could hear sounds that strongly 
suggested two men and three women were having a lot of fun. Those bastards! 
And Cynthia was the worst of the lot. He should have killed her instead of 
trying to kill Felicia, instead of trying to kill Craig. 

With a howl of rage and despair Derek picked up the end of a half-burned log 
and heaved it right through the closed window of the minibus, splintering 
the glass pane with a loud crash. The damned fools inside hadn't even 
noticed! They were all too busy screwing each other to pay attention to him. 
It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair at all! 

The next thing Derek knew, he was scrambling up the side of the bus, 
scrambling up it to the rack on the roof where Turtle had lashed the three 
motorcycles. He found the one that was his and yanked frantically at the 
ropes that held it down, trying to tear them apart. 

So Cynthia didn't want him, eh? Well, fuck her! Derek would strike out on 
his own and find all the chicks he wanted. He'd done it before and he'd do 
it once more. Single-handedly he'd blaze a trail of violated virgins clear 
across the country and then to Canada. Derek didn't have to worry about 
anybody now but himself. He had no partner, no girl friend. From now on he'd 
travel alone, and as for girl friends he didn't want any. Girls yes, HELL 
yes, but no girl friends. From now on every girl would be just another cunt 
to screw, a mouth to tongue. If the girl had a name or a face or an identity 
that meant nothing to him. They were all the same to Derek now, and they 
were all for him to screw. 

The motorcycle was almost loose now, and cursing under his breath Derek tore 
apart the last shreds of rope fiber. Then he was straddling his chopper 
right there on top of the minibus roof, kicking the motor into action then 
and there. 

And then the huge Harley-Davidson was swinging right off the roof of the 
minibus and hurtling down to the ground. Derek hit the ground and roared off 
toward the road, and in the driving mirror on his handlebars he caught a 
glimpse of the VW's doors opening and Marilyn running out stark naked, 
followed by Alice with not much more on, screaming for him to "Come back!" 

Derek smiled thinly to himself. He didn't have to do what anybody told him 
to now, especially not what women told him to do. He wasn't taking orders, 
he was giving them, and any cunts he met from now on were going to get 
orders aplenty. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

He didn't know how long he'd been riding or how far or in what direction, 
and he didn't care. He wanted to put that ungrateful bitch Cynthia and those 
other bastards as far away from him as possible as soon as he could, and 
once he decided that they were far away enough he'd set out to have the fuck 
of his life. And that would only be the beginning. From there on it would be 
getting better all the time. 

Derek glanced idly at his watch, and decided that he must be in Maryland by 
now. Yeah, definitely Maryland. He'd been in Baltimore about six years ago 
and he still had some friends there, of both sexes. He'd look them all up 
and it would be party time. With that thought to console himself, Derek 
noticed that the miles disappeared under his wheels all the more quickly. 

Soon he was in Baltimore, roaring his cycle up one street and down another, 
trying to get his bearings, astounded at how much the place had changed in 
only six years. And here I've always thought of Baltimore as a hick town, 
Derek told himself. Well, so it's a hip town. Good, the hipper the better. 
I'd rather climb into bed with a bunch of swingin' chicks then with a couple 
of hick farmer's duaghters any day of the year. 

At last the old memories of this place were coming back to him, and Derek 
remembered how he could get in touch with his friends, that is if they were 
still around and still in the mood for a few kicks. Remembering what sort of 
people they'd been, Derek reminded himself that if his friends were alive at 
all, they sure as hell would be looking for some kicks. 

He found a bar that they had frequented a lot, so many years gone by, an old 
place called "MIKE'S SEASIDE SALOON". Derek parked his motorcycle outside 
the place and went towards the door, noticing that the saloon was in even 
worse condition than it had been when he'd last been here. 

There were sounds of music and laughter and fun and games drifting out to 
him from inside the bar, and Derek thought that he could recognize one or 
two of the voices. Feeling better already, Derek pushed the door out of his 
way and stepped into the darkened, smoke-filled barroom. 

There was a momentary lull as the carousers turned to see what stranger had 
entered their midst, and then the noisemaking stopped altogether. But only 
for a couple of seconds, and then they all burst into cheers at once, 
rushing towards Derek with their hands out. 

"Hey, how are you?" roared a hearty voice, and Derek was delighted to see 
his old friend Palmer. And right behind Palmer was his beautiful wife 
Janice, with whom Derek had spent many pleasant hours. Sometimes Palmer had 
joined in the fun too. 

"Palmer!" 

"Hank!" 

"The name's Derek now, " he corrected his old friend gently. "I've changed 
it a lot in the last few years." 

"You've changed a lot of things, " Palmer told Derek gleefully as he steered 
him to the bar and ordered the bartender to get some beer. "You didn't have 
that moustache before and your chin looks a little different and I think 
your ears do too. But I recognized you right away, man, by that walk of 
yours. When I heard the sound of those feet comin' at me across this creaky 
old floor, I knew right away that I was meeting up with good old Hank." He 
grinned broadly. "I mean Derek." 

"Oh, hell, " his friend told him, "you people can call me what you want. 
Especially Janice here." He turned to exchange a wink with the buxom 
black-haired woman. "Hey, Janice, how's that pussy of yours? Still nice and 
hot in all the right places?" 

She returned his wink. "Why don't you find out for yourself, cowboy?" 

"Oh, I intend to." 

The first few of the many beers had arrived, and Palmer was passing them 
around. "There's been a lot of other things that changed, Derek, " he was 
saying between chugs of lager. "Like Melissa." 

"Melissa?" 

Palmer slammed his beer down on the counter and gave his friend a look. 
"Hell, man, don't tell me you don't remember Melissa. My sweet little 
eight-year-old daughter." 

Derek nodded; the memory came back to him now. "Oh, yeah. Well, how is the 
little kid?" 

"Not so little any more. You leave an eight-year-old kid around for six 
years, and all of a sudden she's got a sweet little fourteen-year-old ass, 
and tits to go with it." 

Derek grinned and took a swig of his beer. "She sounds great, Palmer." 

"She is, Derek, she is." He started to drink his own beer, then put it down 
again with a thud. "You oughta try 'er sometime." 

"Sometime hell, cowboy, " Janice announced. "I'd like to see Lover Boy here 
screw her this very night. Except fer a coupla boys in her class at school 
she ain't laid nobody but her father, an' Melissa's a girl who deserves the 
best of everythin', including cock." Janice lifted her beer glass high and 
winked at Derek through it. "Six years ago, fella, you was the best cock I 
ever met." 

Derek finished his beer and called for another. "I still am, Janice baby, I 
still am. In fact, if anything, I've improved with age." By now some of 
Palmer's other cronies, both male and female, had wandered over to see what 
the excitement was all about. Some 

By this time the place was really beginning to fill up, and before long 
Derek was awash in a sea of nostalgic reminiscing. He was getting to meet 
more and more of the people he'd known from the old days, from the good old 
days before he'd met Craig, when Derek was really a free agent with nobody 
to worry about but himself. 

Before long Palmer jumped up onto the bar and announced that he and Janice 
were taking Derek home with them "for a little celebration", as he put it. 
Winking at his comrades down below, Palmer announced "An' believe me, once 
Hank or Derek or whatever 'is name is here gets a look at my kid Melissa 
hell want to celebrate all night." 

The crowd roared their approval at this witticism, and Derek found himself 
wondering exactly what this Melissa was really like. All he knew about her 
was that she was fourteen and good-looking. Well, that was enough for 
starters. Derek didn't have to do any soul-searching to decide whether or 
not he was going to go home with Palmer and Janice that night. 

After everybody had had as much beer and wine as they wanted-and pot too, 
this was a civilized place-they all started to load up into their various 
cars and trucks to form a long procession over to Palmer's place. Palmer 
himself picked up Derek's motorcycle in his two strong hands and heaved it 
into the rear seat of his own car. "Y'all can sit in the front with me an' 
Janice, pal, " he informed Derek. 

"I'd be glad to, " Derek replied, and they knew that he meant it. "But it 
doesn't look as though there's enough room up front for three people." 

"Hell, that's all right, " said Janice, with a toss of her raven-haired 
head. "I figure you might want me to sit on your lap." 

Derek didn't have to be asked twice. 

Soon they were all driving off towards Palmer's and Janice's place. Derek 
had spent several highly entertaining evenings there several years ago, but 
from what he remembered of the place he didn't see how it would be able to 
hold all these dozens of revelers, especially as they were apt to be taking 
up a lot of room what with the sort of celebrating they would be doing. 
After all, this wasn't going to be a quiet little cocktail party, it was 
going to be a full-blown orgy. 

But as he saw the old beach house outside of town come looming up in the 
distance Derek understood how they would manage to do it: in the six years 
since he'd been here last Palmer had expanded and enlarged the place 
greatly, now it had wings and balconies and all sorts of things it hadn't 
had before, just the sort of things that would give the partygoers plenty of 
room to stretch out in. 

The cars and trucks and motorcycles and everything else were all pulling up 
outside the place, and there were the sounds of a dozen or so car doors all 
being slammed at once. Janice, sitting in Derek's lap, was opening the door 
beside them so that they could get out, and just before she got off his lap 
Derek could feel his cock swell up, tapping her lightly on the butt through 
the material of his pants and her dress. 

She turned around and smiled, automatically acknowledging that she'd felt 
the love tap. "I'm glad to see that you're in the mood for a party, darling, 
" she cooed. "Because, frankly, so am I." 

Suddenly several of the stronger men had snatched Derek into the air and 
were carrying him towards the beach house borne upon their shoulders. This 
is great, Derek told himself with a smile. Most of these people haven't seen 
me in six years, and the rest of them never did know me, but they're all 
turning out to give me a good time. Oh, this is fuckin' great, man. I feel 
like I've just come home or something. 

And in a sense Derek had come home, because this was where he belonged, this 
was where he was wanted. The crowd of men were carrying him towards the 
door, singing "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow", but with dirty words 
substituted for the clean ones. And ahead of them all ran Palmer, bowing, 
laughing, beckoning, the genial host, the master of the revels. This was his 
house they were all going to be frolicking in, and it was his duty as 
gracious host to see to it that they all went about it in the right way. 
Otherwise the society columns in the newspapers would never have a chance to 
say "a good time was had by all." 

Palmer was throwing the door open wide now, and all the men and women and 
teenagers of both sexes were cascading into the house, taking Derek, their 
guest of honor, with them. 

As many of them as possible squeezed into the living room and the den, and 
Palmer and Janice set to work handing out drinks. Derek offered to help, but 
they waved him aside. "You're here to enjoy yourself, buddy." In another 
section of the room several people were passing around a joint, and Derek 
moved a little closer so he could take advantage of the smoke. 

Finally everybody was all loosened up and ready for the festivities to 
begin, and Palmer leaped up onto a table to address them all. "Everybody 
strip!" he bellowed. "Guys find a girl and girls find a guy and let's have 
some action in here!" 

There were whoops and choruses of agreement from every corner of the house. 
Needless to say, all the best places to make love had already been taken: 
the beds, the couches, the tables, the bathtub. Derek didn't care about 
this, though. He was just so happy to be here period that he would have been 
willing to fuck standing up in a hammock. 

Articles of clothing were flying hither and yon through the air as all the 
partygoers got set for what promised to be the social event of the season. 
Never before had Derek seen so much naked flesh at one time, and that was 
saying a lot because he'd really been around. There were so many males and 
females of so many different ages in the place that Derek naturally had 
expected quite a few of them to have nothing bodies, but he was pleasantly. 
surprised to see that the vast majority of them were in perfect shape. After 
all, they knew that to stay physically appealing they had to stay healthy, 
and the best way to stay healthy, once you get right down to it, is to get 
all the sex you can in regular doses. 

Derek was hastily tugging off his own clothes now, and tossing them into a 
corner with the others. (Half of these people were going to go home wearing 
somebody else's clothes.) As Derek's naked body was put on exhibit at last 
he turned to see who his first partner of the evening would be. And the 
first sight to meet his eyes turned out to be the gorgeous twat and 
temptingly large tits of Janice, Palmer's wife. 

"Hi there, sailor, " she said with a wink. "I guess you know what you and I 
are here, for, don't you?" 

"No, " said Derek, "I don't. You'll have to tell me about it. But before we 
do that why don't we fuck?" 

She laughed at that, and suddenly she was grabbing him and he was grabbing 
her and before they could even he down his cock was up and into her. And 
then their limbs locked, and they both tumbled to the floor, and for a 
moment Janice was the one on top, and they both started to roll over, but 
that felt so good that they just kept on rolling over and over on the floor, 
bouncing around with all the other men and women who had come here to prove 
they believed in free love. 

Derek felt the walls of Janice's hot pink cunt reaching out to grab his cock 
and squeeze the life out of it, and even though Derek hadn't fucked this 
chick in six years it felt exactly the same as it always had but even 
better, and Derek was amused to note that one of his pet theories about sex 
had been proven at last: that a man with an experienced cock could identify 
any cunt the second time he fucked it. Even with his eyes shut Derek would 
have known that he was with this woman, because she felt exactly the same as 
she had the last time. Only better. Much better. So much better. 

And it was really great to have his meat inside of her like that, and Derek 
realized all of a sudden that he was creaming, probably the fastest he'd 
ever creamed in his extensive career. And Janice was screaming "Oh, DO it, 
lover! Do it to me, DO it to me!" 

And then Janice was creaming too, and another one of Derek's sexual theories 
was being proven true: that a man could recognize the feel of a girl's come 
just as easily as the shape of her hole. It had been six years, six long 
years since the last time he'd felt that hot massaging liquid splash against 
his throbbing organ, but he recognized the feeling immediately. 

The two of them kept on coming, kept on creaming, and while they were doing 
it Derek bent to suck Janice's tits, to tease the soft brown nipples into 
hard, bright-red points that stood upwards and erect, thrusting towards the 
ceiling like a couple of milk-filled hard-ons. 

And still Derek kept on fucking and sucking and sucking and fucking, until 
finally he felt as though he were going to explode from the sheer overload 
of the pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. This was it. This was it, man, he told 
himself. There could never be anything to top this. Not once in a hundred 
thousand million billion trillion years of solid fucking, twenty-four hours 
a day would Derek ever run into another fuck as sweet as that one. He had 
climbed the Mount Everest of erotica, and he couldn't get any higher than 
that. 

With an almost superhuman effort Derek struggled to his feet and staggered 
towards the bar. All around him were dozens of frantic, throbbing bodies, 
humping and pumping and thumping and bumping and grinding and fucking and 
sucking and doing all kinds of other things that you seldom read about in 
the newspapers. The very atmosphere of the place was growing hot and sticky 
with the frenzied, feverish, lustful tempo of these lovers, these people who 
had a true appreciation for the pleasures of the flesh. 

Derek managed to stagger to the bar, barely managing to avoid stepping on a 
few tits and other protuberances as he went, and poured himself a drink from 
a bottle of sangria. He looked up just in time to see Palmer and two other 
men finish fucking the same girl simultaneously by getting her in the mouth, 
the cunt and the canoodle. Palmer pulled his meat out of the really 
luscious-looking chick and strutted across the room to where Derek was 
standing with the drink in his hand. 

"Some party, huh, Derek?", he asked. 

Derek grinned. 'The best." 


THE END
